Fic: Overcome, Day 8

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Overcome

By emilyfairy and kalimyre

Pairing: Ryan/Colin (because it's not like they're hiding it anymore)

Rating: May skate into NC-17, if we're lucky

Summary: Ryan and Colin on Survivor. No, really.

Notes: And day eight begins! Emily and I decided we'd switch POVs this week, telling the story from Ryan's perspective. This story has totally gotten away from us (the page count is frankly scary) and we want to thank everyone who has been reading and encouraging so kindly.

Previous days can be found here.

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Ryan wakes up first with a crick in his neck and a low, constant ache in his back from sleeping on the ground. His chiropractor told him once that sleeping on a hard surface would actually be good for him. Ryan snorts slightly, trying to stretch without waking Colin, nestled on his chest. Obviously his chiropractor didn't know what he was talking about.

Colin mumbles and one hand curls, tugging on Ryan's shirt. Ryan goes still and breathes carefully until Colin makes a sleepy little murmur and relaxes again, a faint smile touching his lips for a moment. Years of sharing hotel rooms on tours and staying over at each other's houses when they visited and just generally spending time together have taught Ryan that Colin is a peculiar sleeper, neither heavy nor light but some weird amalgamation of the two.

Sound doesn't wake him; Ryan learned that a couple years ago during Whose Line filming season, when Colin was taking a nap in his dressing room and Ryan knocked for five minutes before using his spare key, worried that Colin was sick or hurt. Instead, he found the man sacked out on the couch, sprawled limp, and he woke at the first touch of Ryan's hand.

"Hey, Col," he says now, softly. Colin doesn't even twitch. "We found a pizza place that delivers and there's a giant supreme just waiting for you," Ryan adds, a little louder. Colin's breathing remains steady and deep, his body warm and heavy against Ryan. Ryan grins and hums a few bars of the hoedown music, something sure to make Colin tense in reaction and grimace every time he hears it. Colin remains oblivious, eyelashes dark and still on his cheeks.

Ryan nods and laughs quietly. Colin could sleep through a marching band if he was tired and comfortable enough. He has somehow trained himself to wake to an alarm, one particular alarm that he guards zealously, taking the little clock to repair shops and carrying it with him on every tour, because that is the only sound that has been able to wake him for years. Ryan stole it once just to see what Colin would do, but he could only stand to watch Colin's frantic search for a few minutes before he relented and gave it back, feeling guilty.

Since they've been sharing this tent, Ryan has learned that while sound doesn't wake Colin, movement does. But slowly, he's found some movements that slip under the radar. Patting Colin's back will wake him instantly, but stroking will only make him sigh and lean into the touch in his sleep. A kiss on the mouth wakes him, but a kiss on the neck makes him shiver and wriggle closer. Rolling Colin to his belly will rouse him, but if he moves very carefully, he can get Colin on his back still asleep.

Ryan decides this is the morning to see just how much he can get away with.

He leans, supporting Colin with his arms, rolling them together until Colin is on his back and Ryan is curled against his chest, a reversal of their positions. Colin stirs and mutters, but Ryan rubs his chest gently and he subsides. Ryan draws back until he is poised over Colin, close enough to breathe him in, and then he brushes a soft kiss at the base of Colin's neck, just above the line of his collarbone. Colin's breathing catches slightly, and then resumes. Ryan smiles against his skin.

Colin wore shorts to bed and nothing else, and Ryan slips two fingers beneath the waistband, tugging it away from the skin. Colin is very warm here, and also very sensitive, so Ryan moves carefully. He barely brushes the underside of Colin's belly, a slow stroking like a pendulum, a little lower every time. Colin makes a soft whimper in his throat and one hand flops on the ground, casting around blindly. Ryan goes still, and Colin settles.

Bending down, Ryan plants a line of tiny kisses along the center of Colin's chest, adding a brief lick to the soft, vulnerable place just at the bottom of his ribs. Colin's skin twitches at the sensation, and Ryan can feel an answering movement where his hand is still in Colin's shorts. He grins and kisses a little lower, mouthing the faint grit of salt at Colin's hip, blowing on the moisture he left and watching goose bumps rise.

Licking his lips, Ryan tugs Colin's waistband down a little more, kissing the top of his thigh, nuzzling lightly, letting his bristly chin brush the skin. Colin draws in a sharp breath and Ryan looks up, but his eyes are still closed, his body relaxed. Well, Ryan corrects himself as he exhales hot air through the thin material of Colin's shorts, mostly relaxed.

That's when a hand lands in his hair and he jumps, startled, to find Colin smiling at him, eyes dark and sleepy. "Good morning to you too," Colin says, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Ryan shrugs, a little embarrassed to be caught. "Didn't mean to wake you."

Colin laughs. "I've been awake since that line about the supreme pizza. I just didn't want you to stop."

"Oh," Ryan says, ducking his head and resting his cheek against Colin's belly. He feels like he's blushing, which is always flustering and somehow Colin is the only one who makes him do it.

"Hey," Colin says, slipping a hand down to cradle his cheek. "I liked that. Feel free to do it anytime."

Ryan smiles. "Like now?"

"Now would be good," Colin agrees eagerly, and Ryan can feel him quivering, his belly tight, anticipating.

"Okay," Ryan says, and takes a deep breath. He looks uncertainly at Colin's tented shorts for a moment, biting his bottom lip. "You know, this was easier when I thought you were sleeping."

Colin sits up, putting an arm around Ryan's shoulders and leaning their heads together. "It's okay," he murmurs. "You don't have to."

"I know," Ryan says. "I want to."

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Bwahahaha!

*cue maniacal laughter*

All yours, Emily, have fun.