All Good Things - Chapter Fourteen

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Title - All Good Things
Author - Rycolfan
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Ryan/Colin, Ryan/Pat, Colin/Deb.
Summary - All good things come to an end, and the prospect of parting ways forces certain confessions...
Disclaimer - I only own the story, peeps...no offense intended.
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Well, here we are...the final chapter.  Thank you to all those of you who have followed and supported this fic throughout; believe me, it is very much appreciated.  I love you all!  ^_^ x


 

 

Chapter Fourteen


I emerged slowly from sleep and kept my eyes closed; suddenly terrified that the whole thing had been nothing more than a dream, or, worse, that Ryan had got up and left like before. I lay quietly, straining my ears for any sound which would prove either fear unfounded.

A moment later, I jumped as a warm pair of lips met mine. “Stop frowning, Col. I’m still here.”

I smiled and opened my eyes, feeling a rush of blissful relief as I took in the sight of Ryan lying comfortably beside me, banishing the painful memory of an empty bed. “Hi.”

The corners of Ryan’s eyes crinkled as he smiled back happily. “Hi.”

He put an arm around me and pulled me closer, so that our bodies were flush against each other, and dipped his head for a proper kiss. My body instantly awakened at his touch, and I felt a renewed desire flood my senses. I knew he was feeling it too, judging by the hardness pressing against mine.

“Why the hell did we take so long to get to this?” he murmured, pushing me onto my back so that his body was covering most of mine.

I reached up to stroke his face, my heart swelling as he turned his head to kiss my palm. “All that matters is that we’re here now. Besides,” I added, looping my arms around his neck. “I’m sure we can make up for lost time.”

He grinned. “Oh, I intend to.”

We rolled onto our sides and kissed again, and I felt his hands wander down my body possessively.  "I may never let you out of this bed again, you know," he murmured against my lips.
 
I chuckled lightly.  "That's fine by me, but we'd get Brad busting the door down after a while."

Ryan shrugged, looking unconcerned.  "Let him."
 
"Uh-huh," I smirked, then suddenly remembered their whispered exchange at the theatre.  "What did he say to you, anyway?" 
 
"He told me that if I hurt you again, he'd kick my ass," Ryan replied with a small smile. 
 
I had to inwardly smile at Brad's protectiveness, even though I didn’t like his chances.  "Well, I'm glad that there won't be any ass kicking," I grinned, reaching round to grab Ryan's firm cheeks, "because I'm kinda fond of yours."

“Really?” he growled, pinning me back into the mattress with a feral grin. My reply was cut off by his mouth, and I completely lost my train of thought, my whole body quite literally aching with need. I wrapped my legs around his waist as our lips remained locked, and he entered me in one swift movement. It was hard, fast, and gloriously fulfilling, both of us climaxing almost simultaneously.

“As much as I don’t want to move from this spot, we really need to take a shower,” I panted, as he collapsed on top of me. I could feel the stickiness of our combined juices congealing between our joined bodies, and we were both bathed in sweat.

“As long we can take it together,” Ryan breathed heavily in my ear; laying open-mouthed kisses on my neck.

“Absolutely,” I smiled, tilting my head to give him better access. “I wasn’t planning on letting you out of my sight any time soon, anyway.”

We both stumbled into the bathroom and stepped under the hot spray, washing away all evidence of our recent activities.   As we cleaned ourselves, and each other, we both found it difficult to control ourselves, repeatedly diving in for heated kisses. It was like a dam had been opened, and we were powerless against the force of the feelings it had released.

Ryan ran a soapy hand down my arm, a deep chuckle escaping as his fingers curled around my hand. “I feel like a teenager again; I can’t get enough of you.”

I smiled and shifted forward slightly so that my arousal nudged his. “Me too.”

He closed his eyes and moaned as I rubbed against him gently, then startled me by grabbing my face and kissing me fiercely. “I want you inside me this time, Col,” he said huskily. “I want to feel what you felt.”

I felt a thrill of unbridled desire as he turned around to lean on the wall and spread his legs, bending them slightly to accommodate my height. I kissed his back and shoulders as my fingers stretched him carefully as he had done to me the night before, his moans and whimpers spurring me on. When he was starting to thrust back onto my hand, I withdrew it and positioned myself for the main event; feeling a mixture of nerves and exhilaration.

Slipping inside him stole the breath from my lungs; it was like coming home. I quickly got into my stride and thrust at an angle which drew repeated cries of ecstasy from Ryan. He was so tight around me that I felt my orgasm building far too quickly, but I couldn’t fight it and I wanted to stake my claim on him. He was mine now. That thought alone was enough to push me over the edge and I came deep within him with a final powerful thrust which sent him over with me. Ryan’s guttural shout only served to heighten my pleasure.

My legs barely held me up as I pulled out and sank against him, his arms catching me as he turned. 

"Wow," he exclaimed breathlessly.  "And I thought it couldn't get any better."

I smiled and met his lips in a tender kiss, then rested my head against his chest and closed my eyes, letting the water wash over me whilst listening to his racing heart. 

 

Once we were clean and dry, we ordered some breakfast from room service and settled back into bed; throwing our towels aside and comfortably lying in each other’s arms.

“Can we just stay here forever?” he asked sleepily, tracing a pattern on my chest with his finger.

It was a tempting thought. This hotel room had become our own little world, our refuge from all the worries and concerns which would come crashing back down onto our shoulders as soon as we walked back out of that door. We had to face it some time, though. 

I took a deep breath, preparing to let reality back in. “I think we need to talk.”

So we did. We spent the rest of the morning talking everything through; our families, living arrangements, the press, our future plans. I actually felt a lot better for it afterwards, knowing that we were going to be a united front. There were obviously going to be a lot of difficulties ahead, not least when it came to telling our kids, but, whatever happened, we would have each other.

When Brad’s voice broke into our sanctuary a few hours later, to check that I was okay and let me know that we were due to leave for the next gig shortly, we reluctantly got up and dressed. Ryan had decided to stay with us for a few more days before heading back to LA for his filming commitments. He would be able to look around for a place to live for us while I completed the tour with Brad.  I intended to make the most of our time together before we had to part once more, even if our separation was only temporary this time.

I packed the few belongings which I had scattered around the hotel room, and then we prepared to step back into the real world together. “Ready?” I asked softly, my eyes searching his for reassurance.

He held out his hand, which I grasped firmly. “More than ready.”

A brief kiss, full of feeling, and then I opened the door; feeling almost invincible with Ryan at my side.  All good things come to an end, but this was a new beginning.