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Title: If Betrayal were a Cocktail… [1/3]
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, swearing and plenty of angst.

Summary: You can’t expect to embark on a relationship in Hollywood without being noticed…

Author’s Notes: Just had to expel this little idea before I got moving with anything else. xD First chapter is pure happy, so don't be shy! 8D Feedback is love! And dearest mods - a story tag, sil vous plait? Merci! ^_^



“I want you so much,” Ryan had whispered to me as we took our custom positions for a game of Scenes From a Hat. I had flushed immediately at his daring and sent a silent look his way, telling him that I wanted him, too. I wanted him to take me. Right there on stage if we had to. His returning grin told me that he understood, the fire in his eyes evident and smouldering like my impatient hormones. Frankly, it was a miracle that I didn’t already have an erection on national television. Even with thoughts of what we’d be doing later, and even as I felt Ryan’s palm graze over my buttock briefly before giving it a firm squeeze and lowering his hand.

I sent him another sideways glance, but this look was more worry than arousal. After all, the majority of the crew were standing right behind us. The floor manager, the director, Dan and Mark… I could almost feel their disapproving, satellite eyes drilling into the back of my head. Not all of them were open-minded about same-sex lovers, and if any of them found out about Ryan and me then God knows what they’d say. Or do.

The game began, with myself making few remarks as my thoughts were otherwise occupied. I had managed to keep a clear enough head so that my skits were vaguely funny, which eased me a bit. Although there was a point where, during a suggestion about showing off stomach muscles, Ryan had stepped up and proceeded to award an imaginary thousand points to me before suggestively rippling his whole body, not just his stomach. And didn’t that just make my inactive penis suddenly become curious.

The clincher didn’t come until the end of the game though; during a suggestion about how to know if your doctor hadn’t graduated from medical school. As Chip was out doing his skit, Ryan looked at me suavely and winked, his eyes twinkling with what can only be described as sexy mischief.

He moved me to the stage, turned me around and I waited, breath tightly held, for whatever he was going to do. Rest assured, a firm crotch grab in front of an entire audience and several television cameras wasn’t what I was expecting. I quickly ran through every hockey fact I knew just to stop myself from growing hard beneath his fingers. His thumb smoothed slightly over the material, which didn’t help matters.

As Drew’s buzzer sounded and we moved back to our seats, he looked at me with a mixture of need and victory, a silly smirk planted on his face. I mouthed to him a serious, “Thank you,” before disguising my flushed cheeks with a look of amusement and poker-faced professionalism.

Hours later, after the show had ended, I could tell from Ryan’s eyes that he was fully intending on following me back to my dressing room and giving me a good seeing to. However, Drew had found him before he could escape his scoped gaze and dragged him off for something or other. Ryan had time to say to me softly, “I’ll meet you there,” before disappearing with Drew down the corridor, giving me an apologetic look.

I’d sighed and smiled after him - I guessed I had to wait just a little longer, despite how horny I was after Ryan’s daringly obvious attempts at seducing me on stage had worked, damn it all.

I slipped into my dressing room, humming softly, kicking off my shoes and toeing off my socks as I moved through to the little bedroom where Ryan and I would usually go to readdress the balance. I was still in my taping clothes, though I didn’t care too much – I thought about stripping naked right then and lying lustfully on the bed in wait for him but decided not to. I knew how much he loved to undress me himself, to be able to run his hands over me while revealing my skin, and I could never deny him the simple pleasures.

Instead, I lit a few candles to set the soft mood and sat cross-legged on the bed in wait, unavoidably fiddling with the buttons on my cuffs.

Before very long, I heard the dressing room door open and I immediately tensed – imagine what Drew or someone would’ve thought if they had entered innocently to the sight of me in a candle-lit bedroom?

Thankfully, the bedroom door opened slowly and it was Ryan slinking his way in like a snake. I couldn’t help but sigh in relief and smile up at him in affection as I stood, walking into his arms and into a slow, burning kiss. His closeness and heat ignited me to the point where I gained my erection purely from that one kiss and the way he wrapped his arms around me as if I were his last link to this earth.

“Oh, Colin,” he sighed when we broke; his lips still so close to mine. “Thank God we’re finally alone.” He gave another scorching kiss as I chuckled into his mouth.

“You can say that again. You were a bit… obvious tonight.”

“Can I help it if you’re irresistible?” he purred against my neck, fingering one of my shirt buttons while my hands sifted through his beautifully soft hair, encouraging him.

“All the guys probably noticed,” I managed to squeak as his teeth grazed a particularly sensitive spot beneath my jawline. “What if they find out? Like Dan, what if he suspects? Or what if…”

“If Dan can’t accept the fact that I’m in love with you then he can suck my dick for all I care.” Ryan pulled back, eyeing me seriously.

I raised my eyebrow at him, challenging that statement. “Yes, but I’d rather do that.”

He laughed as he dropped his head again, his eyes turning almost satanic when his gaze met mine. “You’re so naughty, Colin. I like that…” His hand reached between us to smooth over my tenting pants and I let out a whimper, arching into his touch. “I’m going to fuck you now…”

“Okay then,” I breathed as I felt myself being lifted a fair few inches off the floor. I clung to his neck, keeping my eyes locked onto his. Our breathing was already becoming erratic, even after few touches and kisses. All the sexual tension built up over the day was coming to a head, and the knowledge that we could finally unleash it made me claw at him desperately.

He laid me onto the bed, lips firmly attached to mine as I moaned my approval. The level of pleasure he could inflict in me always astounded me, even with all our clothes still on. Not for long, though.

I almost tore the buttons off his dark red shirt in my rush to remove the clothing, frustrated to find that he was wearing a t-shirt underneath. Despite how deliciously tight it was around his torso, I tugged the olive garment over his head and threw it carelessly aside. His chest and arm muscles flexed in freedom and I couldn’t help but run my hands over his ribs and pectorals in erotic admiration, teasing his nipples with the pads of my thumbs.

Whilst I was occupied with his shirt, he was busy relieving me of mine. Leaning down, he ran his lips down my neck and laid soft kisses intermittently onto my chest. I squirmed in delight, pressing my hand to the back of his head.

“Please… it’s been too long,” I whimpered, my eyes slipping shut against an influx of pleasure. Ryan hummed soundly against my nipple causing a gasp to escape my burning lips.

“I’m afraid I’m going to need some instructions.” Ryan was damn sure that he was going to tease me endlessly as he breathed against my skin, which didn’t help with my uncontrollable lust. “Tell me what you want,” he husked into my ear.

“Ryannnn…” I moaned, thrusting my hips up until our covered arousals met and ground against each other urgently. I heard his breath hitch and grinned in triumph.

“You already have Ryan,” he chuckled, “unless you mistook me for some other six foot six, devilishly handsome sex machine?”

I could take his teasing no longer and so, with a growl, I managed to roll us over until I was on top and became the assertive, dominant one. This was very much to my liking. I brushed my lips to his in a delicate touch, pulling away when he tried to deepen it and enjoying the bereft look on his face.

I released his wrists and whispered, “Take off my pants, Ry.” He did so without question, his hands hovering for a bit before they pulled down my underwear. I saw him grin as my stiff sex bound forward into his waiting hand. He managed to stroke me and keep a steady rhythm while at the same time shuffling himself out of his own pants and before I knew it, he was naked against me, burning like leather in the sun.

Ryan was atop me again, burying his face into the hollow of my neck while giving my throat several slow licks. It was when he started stroking the inside of my thigh when I knew I could take it no longer – I needed him inside me.

I spread my legs and pulled at his hips with that very aim in mind, hearing him chuckle against my ear. “Someone’s eager.”

“You have… no idea,” I smiled, shaking my head.

He sat up and looked at me, his eyes so dark they were almost dangerous. “Oh, I think I do.” And with that, he lifted my legs and slid slowly into me, shifting on the bed to accommodate the change in weight. My head dropped to the pillows and I let out a moaning sigh.

“Oh, Ryan… I love you…”

“Love you too, Colin… so much.” He looked down at me fondly as he began to move.

“So much,” I repeated breathlessly.

Ryan had always been a wonderful lover, and that night had been no exception. His thrusts were leisurely and relaxing at first before he gained the confidence to drive with more force, striking me deep each time. He managed to take me to the edge several times before I finally felt my orgasm consume me, burn me and leave me as nothing more than a quivering mass of smouldering embers. I marked him with my seed as it sprayed in a territorial zigzag over his chest, him answering with his own heat spilling inside me as we both cried out to the heavens.

We collapsed together in a gasping tangle of exhaustion, myself only just managing to muster enough energy to drape myself over him in our emblematic post-sex cuddle.

I hummed in contentment and kissed at his shoulder tenderly while our breathing evened out. His arm was fumbling on my back for a place to rest then finally settled on my hip, rubbing the area softly with his fingertips.

“That was wonderful,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his jawline. “Thank you.”

He turned his head towards mine and I felt my heart swell when I saw the affection and gratitude in his eyes. “Anytime,” he smiled.

We each murmured more ‘I love you’s’ as we settled down for much-needed sleep, pulling the covers around us as I spooned against Ryan’s back. His body was enveloping mine and I felt so happy, so assured, safe and protected. As far as I was concerned, nothing was going to bring me down from my Cloud Nine.

Little did I know, I was going to end up falling.

To be continued…

January 2016

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