TTYL: RyCol Oneshot

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Title: TTYL
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: R for naughtiness
Summary: A little ditty involving a cellphone and foreplay. AU obviously.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to slander, harm, or mirror the people mentioned in this story.



Ah yes, after that horribly cruel story I put you guys up to I had to make it up. RyColfan had guessed the title right and she asked for some good Ryan/Colin without the depression and sad endings. I have a happy and slightly funny story to make it up. The beginning is actually based off of me a bit. I am technologically impaired when it comes to cellphones. I am seventeen and can't text worth a darn! Oh well, I will learn. Until then, please enjoy.









Ryan sighed as the low buzz of his cellphone went off. The screen shaped into a simplistic picture of a letter with the words NEW TEXT MESSAGE blinking on the front. He picked up and ran his fingers easily through the screen to get to his destination under his incoming messages. All day he had been receiving images and texts from Chip, who had just heard that Ryan gotten a new cell phone. The younger man proceeded to spam his inbox with comically crude pictures and dirty jokes for Ryan to use later. The tall man just shook his head with a smile, allowing him to do so.

It took him a while to get used to certain things that changed in the growing times and the constantly changing cellphone was one of them. When his daughter, Mack, would visit, she'd have the damn thing in her hand like it was a part of her body. Ryan would tease and pester her about the piece of technology, which would cause the girl to scoff and roll her eyes; he just didn't understand the life of a teenage girl in the 21st century.

She was actually the first to teach her father how to text.

Ryan finally reached the message and was glad it wasn't another damn picture. It was a regular message full of things called “emoticons” and other crazy symbols. It was an entirely different language created by slicing and rearranging letters and numbers; it just totally screwed up the English language. Ryan did learn a few words from his children and from the many fans on their websites. Words like omg, brb, and lol were just a miniscule of the entirety that was text language.

hey ry, going 2 hangout 2night?, the message read.

Didn't anyone spell things out anymore? Ryan knew that it was essential to write less while typing quickly, but this was just lazy. The tall man pressed the screen to answer the message. He didn't feel like going to their favorite pub tonight. He promised his significant other a peaceful night without the guys. He typed his answer, being honest with Chip, and sent it in a matter of seconds. As he finished, a warm weight pressed on his shoulders. He looked up smiling as his lover returned the gaze.

“What's up beautiful?” Ryan asked as Colin leaned down to kiss his lips.

“Just seeing who you're talking too,” was the answer as Colin walked around the sofa and into the seat next to Ryan.

Ryan was about to answer, but the abrupt buzzing broke his attention. He groaned and quickly raced through the screens until he brought up the message again. Colin watched amusingly as Ryan read the message; the tall man's brow furrowed in confusion.

“Colin, what the hell does a colon, an apostrophe, and half a parenthesis mean?” Ryan asked his lover.

Colin pulled the cellphone closer and read the message. He suddenly chuckled a bit and gave it back to Ryan. He knew what that meant; his own son Luke used to receive stuff like that from his friends when he wasn't allowed to go out.

“It's a sad face. Chip really wanted you to go I guess.”

“That's a face?" Ryan looked perplexed and proceeded to argue against it. He enunciated each word with force. "It's looks like a colon. An apostrophe. And a half a parenthesis! That's what it is to me, Col.”

“Turn it sideways and then you can see it, Ry.”

The taller man blinked at the annoyed tone that his lover took. He looked down at the cellphone and turned it longways on its side. Sure enough, he did see the face; it had a frown and a tear like a stick person would have. Simple but effective. He nodded, somewhat impressed that a few simple punctuation marks could be used to create something as recognizable as a face. As he typed down an answering message, Colin moved closer laying his chin on Ryan's broad shoulder. This was their night alone and Colin wanted Ryan to remember that cellphones were not allowed. Slowly, his hand moved over Ryan's leg as the man finished his message. A low groan escaped him as Colin's hand moved over his thigh, close to his groin. Ryan turned to face Colin, meeting the latter's innocent smile with a devilish smirk.

“You just can't wait to fuck can you?” Ryan purred and kissed his lips, before dragging his own down his jawline and to neck.

Colin closed his eyes and moaned softly. “You can't wait either.”

While Ryan's attention was diverted to pleasuring his lover, Colin shifted, welcoming him. The man above him pulled down the zipper to his jeans and slipped a big hand down. Colin shuddered in delight, moving his lips to kiss Ryan. His tongue slipped inside his warm mouth, caressing the inside with soft, slow strokes. Colin gasped quietly as Ryan began stroking his member from under his pants; his hips arching and begging for more attention. Ryan chuckled into his mouth at the move; the deep vibrations lightly tickled against Colin's lips.

Their love making was stopped by the buzzing of the cellphone. Ryan cursed and reached for the phone, but was stopped when Colin slipped it from his hands. The taller raised his eyebrow, but was assured by a soft, tender kiss by Colin.

“I'll take care of this, you go on.”

Ryan didn't hesitate as he resumed position and continued working on removing Colin's clothes. The balding man flipped through the messages. He couldn't really think straight with Ryan's tongue now giving feather light licks on his torso. Another moan escaped him as he finally got to Chip's message. With dazed lust filled eyes, Colin read the message. He sighed at the message; it was another feeble attempt to convince Ryan to join them tonight. He wasn't going to interrupt them anymore; tonight was theirs. No one was going to to interrupt them anymore, not on Colin's watch. As Ryan moved to take off his own clothes, he watched as his older lover began typing a message.

“What the hell is he going about now?” Ryan whined irritatedly and threw his shirt on the floor with Colin's outer clothes.

“Just being Chip. I'm telling him to go away.”
Ryan laughed and pressed on top of him. He moved Colin's hand and looked at the screen real quick to read the message. In bold white letters, the answering message said: TTYL. An eyebrow raised, not recognizing the acronym. Colin saw the looked and kissed his cheek, chuckling to himself.

“I don't know what that means. He's gonna know it's you,” Ryan replied still looking at it.

Colin pressed send and turned off the phone. He pulled Ryan's face to meet his, a mischievous glint sparkled in his chocolate eyes. Ryan was slowly understanding and grinned before he was pulled in closer, but not into a kiss just yet. He could feel Colin's warm breath against his skin, making him shiver some.

“That's the point, Ry. Maybe now he'll leave us alone.”

Colin kissed him deeply and Ryan returned it gratefully. It was a good idea that he allowed Colin to take control; Ryan would have gotten mad probably if his lover didn't get the infernal phone away from him. The heavy petting continued on the couch before Ryan suddenly pulled Colin up. The two lovers fought for control as they hurried into their bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them. They needed the privacy for the wild, passionate night ahead of them that they desperately needed.

The cellphone laid on the floor, forgotten, and wouldn't disturb them.