FIC: All I Ever Wanted

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Hey all!
Firstly sorry about the long delay. I've been on holiday!
Secondly, thank you to everyone who has read so far. Please be harsh on this chapter. I am very nervous about posting, it's SLASH and no, it's not my favourite couple either doing the slash.
(You will see what I mean.)
On with Chapter 3!
Title: All I Ever Wanted
Pairings: Ryan/Greg and background Ryan/Colin
Chapter: 3
Rating: There is slash. You have been warned.
Beta:Well Molly is away cries but I thought I really should post again. So Kathleen stepped up to the job, thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own. (:
Notes: For Molly!! :) Even though there is no John. Sorry.
Also this is a short chapter.


“Greg! I’m home! You here?”
Greg looked up from his newspaper. “I’m in here.” His voice was flat.
Ryan appeared in the doorway. “What’s up?”
“Nothing.”
“Really?” Ryan asked sarcastically.
“Really.”
Ryan didn’t have the energy to argue. He flopped down on the sofa opposite Greg. “Colin got the job!”
“Good.”
“It is, isn’t it? He is a very good improviser- although he can’t sing amazingly well.”
“Cool.”
Ryan frowned. “Yeah. Where did you get those clothes? Colin told me to give you these.” Ryan threw a bag at Greg.
“These were in your wardrobe. Evidently you haven’t worn them in a while.”
“Oh good. Well you can keep those, I’m obviously not going to fit into them.” He jumped up. “Do you want a drink?”
“Do you ever think about me?”
Ryan stopped. “What?” He stayed standing up; hovering by the door, ready to leave. This was the last thing he needed.
“I mean- since college. We haven’t seen each other for years. And suddenly, by chance, we arrive on the same show, and you feel comfortable enough to let me live with you!”
Ryan furrowed his brow. “We’ve known each other forever, Greg. Why shouldn’t I let you live with me? You’re going through a tough time at home.”
“You don’t get it, do you?” Greg shook his head. He put his newspaper on the table and turned his body to face Ryan. “I think about you all the time! Where the hell did you disappear that day? In college? You never came back!”
“Don’t you think I regret that? I’ve been looking for you ever since!” For the first time that evening, Ryan looked nothing but annoyed. “It’s not a coincidence that I joined the Whose Line team. Dan invited me, and I sure as hell only said yes because he told me you were here! You proved to be an elusive bugger, Greg Proops. I don’t know where you hid, but you hid well.” He made towards the door. “Me and Colin are going out to get a few drinks to celebrate. He wanted to know if you’d be joining us.”
Greg didn’t answer.
“Fine.” Ryan walked out of the room. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Ring me if you need me.” He sniffed. “Try not to need me.”


*
“…and that’s why the French don’t wash!”
Colin burst out laughing. “Oh my… that’s a damned good joke! I’ll have to try and remember that one!” He swigged his beer.
Ryan grinned. Someone got the joke, at least. Maybe Greg just wasn’t quick enough.
“You know, Greg didn’t understand that joke.” Ryan leant back. “Some people just aren’t witty enough.”
“He is witty, Ryan,” Colin reminded him. “No doubt he was pissed when you told it.”
“I was fairly pissed too, I may not have said it exactly right…” He fell quiet.
“Maybe you should ring him.” Colin handed Ryan his mobile phone. Ryan took it out of his hand.
“Maybe.”
He stood up and made his way over to the bar.
“But I’m going to be pissed when I do it!”


*
Ryan fell against the wall, giggling.
“Come on Col!” He stifled a hiccup and pulled Colin’s hand. Together they ran up the flights of stairs that led to Colin’s small, poky apartment in upper London.
“I’m bloody coming…” Colin puffed as he stepped up the last few stairs.
Ryan chuckled. “Cuming? Maybe….” He winked and started trying to push Colin’s door open.
“I think you need a key,” Colin explained. He jammed the key into the door, completely missing the lock. “Who moved the bloody lock?” He tried again, pushing the key in. Ryan took it from him and opened the door quickly, desperate to get in. The door swung open and the two drunken men fell into the flat. Ryan regained himself first and made for the bedroom, pulling at his shirt as he did so. Hopping, pulling his trousers off, he made for the bed and landed face first on the soft mattress.
“Colin!” he yelled, staring at his hardness and needing the pleasure Colin had promised him in the bar. They had rushed home, leaving their tab unpaid and the phone call to Greg suspended, and now Ryan was waiting impatiently for Colin to drag himself to the bedroom.
Colin entered the room looking thoroughly rough. He collapsed on the bed. Ryan rolled on top of him, looking into eyes… eyes that were closed.

Ryan rolled over and off Colin’s sleeping form.
Now he was fairly pissed off.
Staring down at himself, he knew he needed the feeling that he had been promised, even if it was by his own hand. Cupping his penis lightly, Ryan started to do something that he hadn’t done since his teenage years. The feeling came quickly, as if it had been ready to spring out and surprise him. His hips started to thrust into his hand, following his rhythm. He found pleasuring himself as easy as he had used to, but he needed something to stimulate himself to go the extra mile, to fly higher, to finish the job he wanted so badly. Images of Pat flew through his mind and he thrust harder and harder, then images of Colin, and finally landed on an image of one man.
The name broke from his lips.
“Greg!” He shuddered and finished, falling limp on the bed. The room seemed strangely silent now he had quietened, and he rolled over to see Colin staring at him intently. Colin’s naked form was sweating, his stomach muscles rippling, the little amount of his hair left plastered to his scalp. He was lying on his side but flipped over so his stomach was against the bed, before moving himself up and down, seemingly grinding against the bed. Ryan felt the need return and tapped Colin, rolling him over and taking him in his mouth. Maintaining eye contact with Colin he started to caress him, breaking away from his penis and kissing his torso, his neck, his lips. He knew that it meant nothing. They both had wives at home, after all, and this was what friends did for each other. Colin looked at him and Ryan knew that his feelings were mutual.

Ryan took Colin in his mouth again, licking and using his hands to make Colin shake. He bit down gently, causing Colin to moan underneath him.
“Is this ok?” He whispered as he broke away for a second. A strained nod from Colin was all Ryan needed. He ran his hands underneath Colin’s body and found his thighs, gripping them to steady him as Colin started to shake more and more violently.
“Ryan,” Colin whispered as he started to shiver. “Thank you.” He gasped and fell silent.
“No problem,” Ryan said hoarsely, still very aware of his displeasured penis. He pictured the whirlwind Colin was going through, and remembered the last time he had made love- to Pat. His earlier masturbation was nothing compared to the real thing, he knew. A surge of guilt washed over his body as he remembered Pat, guilt of cheating- but it was Colin, Pat knew they were best friends. His face must have looked upset because Colin noticed and smiled as he took Ryan in his strong arms. His mouth enveloped Ryan, who started to thrust almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for Colin’s mouth for a long time. He started to shake violently, with a name on his lips that he thought he shouldn’t shout. And it wasn’t Pat. Colin stopped and looked up.
“For fucks sake, don’t stop!” Ryan stammered. He wanted to fly so, so much.
Colin simply smiled. “Say it, Ry. I don’t mind.” He resumed his loving gestures on Ryan.
Greg’s name escaped Ryan’s lips almost silently at first, growing louder and louder as his thrusts became bigger and bigger.

Images of Greg in a towel flooded back to Ryan, images of Greg wearing his long trousers. Images of Greg on stage, acting erotically, swarmed Ryan’s mind as he felt surges of pleasure thudding through his body. Images from college, all the times he had caught Greg with a girl in college, all the times he had walked in on Greg in the shower, all the times he had walked in on Greg pleasuring himself… he had forgotten how close the two had become in college, and suddenly a mental picture of the one kiss they had shared in college came back. Just before he had stormed out…
Ryan arched his back, swimming in the pain it was giving him, living for the amazing feeling Colin was providing. He finished shaking and fell limp. Colin climbed up from the bottom of the bed and started stroking Ryan’s chest.
“You really should ring Greg, you know.” He grinned. “But not now. We are far too pissed to make any sensible decisions, right?”
Ryan simply nodded. He was still shaking from Colin’s incredible touch.