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wl_fanfictionTitle: A Place Where We Belong. Part Ten of ?
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: R (for some sexual content)
Summary: The day before Pat's arrival.
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with WL, I don't own or know Ry/Col, this is purely fiction, I make no profits. I own "Ron", but nobody's gonna want to steal him, anyway.
Notes: The "umbrella" title, A Place Where We Belong, is from an Air Supply song of the same name (don't own them, either). Listening to them reminds me of R/C. Don't ask. :)
They were still in bed. Colin had only the tiniest bit of awareness of passing time. He had glanced at the clock once and it had said 11:44am. Who knew how long ago that was.
Colin was holding Ryan. For the whole night, Ryan had been holding him, spooning him, one long, warm arm draped over his shoulder and fingers playing with his chest hair. This morning, he had awoken and rolled Ryan over so they were facing the other way, and now he was holding Ryan. He’d scooted up so that his head was even with Ryan’s head. He liked the smell of Ryan’s hair and kept his face pressed into it, sometimes kissing the nape of Ryan’s neck. He found that he liked to hold Ryan, to feel like the protector. Ryan had largely played the role of leader in their relationship, when the situation called for it. Ryan had done things for Colin, huge things, that had positively impacted his career, his life. There had been more than one occasion when Ryan had gone to bat for Colin; really put himself out there to do a favor for his friend. But every so often, something would happen and Colin would be reminded that he was slightly older and that he had something to offer to Ryan. He liked it when those situations arose, and he was enjoying this moment right now, with Ryan calm and pliant in his arms.
Colin suddenly thought of the Drunk Mother hoedown. Colin rarely remembered things he did onstage, but he recalled this because it was part of a larger memory. He remembered helping Ryan in the dressing room after that particular Whose Line taping when Chip had jumped on and subsequently injured Ryan’s back. Poor Ryan, Colin recalled, who had been in such agony that he’d actually been sweating. Colin had gotten Ryan out of his shirt and shoes and settled the man on the leather couch in the dressing room to stretch out his back for a while before they had to leave. Colin remembered how protective he’d felt. It had been just a reminder to him, then, of a love he could never hope to have reciprocated.
But now it had been. He gave Ryan a squeeze and the man finally stirred, grumbling quietly and rolling over onto his back. Ryan’s head turned to look at Colin.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” Colin replied.
“How long have you been up?” Ryan asked.
“I have no idea. Last time I looked at the clock, it was before noon.”
Ryan looked around until he spotted the clock, and then he laughed. “It’s one thirty! I can’t believe I slept this late.”
Colin smiled. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“Thanks. I don’t even want to get out of bed.”
“Me neither,” Colin agreed.
They were quiet for a minute, and Ryan leaned in and kissed Colin on the lips. “So. What’ve you been doing all this time?”
Colin shrugged. “Nothing. Thinking. Hey, remember that time Chip jumped on your back?”
Ryan laughed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, how could I forget? And Drew…’faster, faster, you fool, you fool’…I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill them both. God. My back hurts just thinking about that. Why are we talking about it?”
“I don’t know. I was just thinking about things that happened, that’s all.”
“Oh. And Chip riding my back like a bronco came to mind first?”
“Of course!” Colin grinned.
“Col?”
“Yeah?”
Ryan looked uncomfortable, his face starting to scrunch up into a grimace.
“What is it?” Colin asked.
“The thing is, I’ve never had a conversation like this with a…guy before. So I don’t know if it’s a weird thing to ask. But you know what we did last night?”
Colin stifled a laugh. “Yeah, I know.”
“Have you ever…done that before?” Ryan spit the last part out very quickly.
“Yeah. Yes, I have. Not for a while, but I have done it. The first time I did, I was a teenager. Then, I didn’t do it again for a long time. But you know what? I had a couple of affairs, too, during my marriage. Only my affairs were with men. So, yes, I have done that several times,” Colin explained.
Ryan was wide eyed. “Oh,” was all he said.
Colin realized that he was dealing with this man who really was confused about and unfamiliar with his feelings. It brought out the nurturing side of him. He rolled onto his stomach, in the process rolling closer to Ryan, and propped himself up on one elbow, putting his other hand on Ryan’s chest. He looked down into Ryan’s eyes, absentmindedly rolling the man’s chest hair between his fingers.
“What about you, Ryan?” Colin asked.
“What about me?” Ryan raised his eyebrows innocently.
“Ryan, come on. This is me you’re talking to. I’m asking if you’ve ever been with a man before last night.”
Ryan cleared his throat, breaking eye contact and fidgeting uncomfortably. “Once.”
Colin waited for him to continue, but that was all he offered, and Colin didn’t press for more details. Instead, he leaned down and began to kiss Ryan’s neck, lining the man’s throat with kisses until he reached Ryan’s jawline. He began to kiss Ryan all along the jaw. Ryan dipped his head, then, and his mouth found Colin’s. Ryan began to kiss Colin in a needy, hungry way. His kisses were deeper and more sensual than they had been even last night. Ryan’s hands found their way down Colin’s body to his ass, where they anchored themselves as he rolled over, rolling Colin over in the process until he was on top of Colin. Colin groaned as Ryan’s fingertips dug into his flesh. It was almost painful, and again Ryan was the leader. It briefly crossed Colin’s mind how Ryan could almost always turn a situation, onstage or off, into one in which he was most comfortable, or at least into one where it seemed that he was in control.
Ryan was straddling Colin, now, and leaning down to push his tongue into Colin’s mouth. His long fingers wound around Colin’s wrists and pressed them to the bed. Colin was moaning beneath him. Ryan was vaguely aware that tomorrow was the day that Pat would come. He was trying to put that thought out of his mind. He wanted to make love to Colin. He wasn’t trying to be aggressive with Colin, but today he just wanted to feel some semblance of control. He didn’t want to talk about anything, he just wanted to feel something certain, something physical and real. Colin was bucking slightly underneath him, moaning and hard, and Ryan let go of one wrist. His free hand covered Colin’s mouth lightly. His lips blew warm breath against Colin’s ear.
“Ssshh,” Ryan whispered, the warm wet air from his mouth making Colin shudder visibly. “I love you. I want to make love to you right now. OK?”
Colin said nothing. His breath was hot on Ryan’s hand as his head nodded.
“OK. OK,” Ryan’s whispers continued hypnotically, segueing into him nibbling on Colin’s earlobe. The hand over Colin’s mouth fumbled until it again grabbed Colin’s other wrist, and Ryan’s head moved over Colin’s chest to lower over a nipple. Ryan took the nipple between his teeth, alternately sucking it gently into his mouth and then biting it carefully. Then he moved to the other nipple, doing the same thing, Colin groaning and thrusting underneath him.
“Ryan…” Colin breathed before repeating the name several times.
Ryan lifted his head, grinning. “Ssshh,” he replied. He leaned down to cover Colin’s mouth with his own. This kiss would begin at Colin’s lips, and then move down his body, until finally Ryan would have to let go of Colin’s wrists and have his hands free to do other things.
****
It was early in the evening. When they’d finally gotten out of bed, it had been almost four. They had showered and eaten, and now it was almost seven. Colin was on the couch doing the crossword. Ryan was next to him, absentmindedly flipping through television channels. Ryan sighed and Colin looked up.
“What’s the matter?”
Ryan glanced over at Colin. “Nothing,” he shook his head. “Today was a great day wasn’t it?”
Colin grinned. “Yeah, it was.”
“I just wish it wasn’t over, you know?”
“It’s OK, Ryan,” Colin said comfortingly. He could tell Ryan was wistful, but he didn’t know why. “We’ll have other days like today. What’s with you?”
Ryan shrugged. “Nothing. Just relaxing, I guess. Makes me think.”
“Yeah, well, don’t. It’s annoying,” Colin quipped, his eyes sparkling as he suppressed a laugh.
“Oh, shut up, Colin,” Ryan’s own eyes grew playful.
They began to laugh and joke around. Again Pat became a kind of unreal entity at the back of Ryan’s mind. He didn’t really think about tomorrow again until they got back into bed, and he again lay awake for hours hoping to delay the dawn.
TBC
I SO appreciate the feedback I've gotten. I'm so glad that thusfar nobody's been like "stop posting this, we're bored" (don't get any ideas! *wink*). So, anyway, thank you for reading. :)
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: R (for some sexual content)
Summary: The day before Pat's arrival.
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with WL, I don't own or know Ry/Col, this is purely fiction, I make no profits. I own "Ron", but nobody's gonna want to steal him, anyway.
Notes: The "umbrella" title, A Place Where We Belong, is from an Air Supply song of the same name (don't own them, either). Listening to them reminds me of R/C. Don't ask. :)
They were still in bed. Colin had only the tiniest bit of awareness of passing time. He had glanced at the clock once and it had said 11:44am. Who knew how long ago that was.
Colin was holding Ryan. For the whole night, Ryan had been holding him, spooning him, one long, warm arm draped over his shoulder and fingers playing with his chest hair. This morning, he had awoken and rolled Ryan over so they were facing the other way, and now he was holding Ryan. He’d scooted up so that his head was even with Ryan’s head. He liked the smell of Ryan’s hair and kept his face pressed into it, sometimes kissing the nape of Ryan’s neck. He found that he liked to hold Ryan, to feel like the protector. Ryan had largely played the role of leader in their relationship, when the situation called for it. Ryan had done things for Colin, huge things, that had positively impacted his career, his life. There had been more than one occasion when Ryan had gone to bat for Colin; really put himself out there to do a favor for his friend. But every so often, something would happen and Colin would be reminded that he was slightly older and that he had something to offer to Ryan. He liked it when those situations arose, and he was enjoying this moment right now, with Ryan calm and pliant in his arms.
Colin suddenly thought of the Drunk Mother hoedown. Colin rarely remembered things he did onstage, but he recalled this because it was part of a larger memory. He remembered helping Ryan in the dressing room after that particular Whose Line taping when Chip had jumped on and subsequently injured Ryan’s back. Poor Ryan, Colin recalled, who had been in such agony that he’d actually been sweating. Colin had gotten Ryan out of his shirt and shoes and settled the man on the leather couch in the dressing room to stretch out his back for a while before they had to leave. Colin remembered how protective he’d felt. It had been just a reminder to him, then, of a love he could never hope to have reciprocated.
But now it had been. He gave Ryan a squeeze and the man finally stirred, grumbling quietly and rolling over onto his back. Ryan’s head turned to look at Colin.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” Colin replied.
“How long have you been up?” Ryan asked.
“I have no idea. Last time I looked at the clock, it was before noon.”
Ryan looked around until he spotted the clock, and then he laughed. “It’s one thirty! I can’t believe I slept this late.”
Colin smiled. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“Thanks. I don’t even want to get out of bed.”
“Me neither,” Colin agreed.
They were quiet for a minute, and Ryan leaned in and kissed Colin on the lips. “So. What’ve you been doing all this time?”
Colin shrugged. “Nothing. Thinking. Hey, remember that time Chip jumped on your back?”
Ryan laughed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, how could I forget? And Drew…’faster, faster, you fool, you fool’…I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill them both. God. My back hurts just thinking about that. Why are we talking about it?”
“I don’t know. I was just thinking about things that happened, that’s all.”
“Oh. And Chip riding my back like a bronco came to mind first?”
“Of course!” Colin grinned.
“Col?”
“Yeah?”
Ryan looked uncomfortable, his face starting to scrunch up into a grimace.
“What is it?” Colin asked.
“The thing is, I’ve never had a conversation like this with a…guy before. So I don’t know if it’s a weird thing to ask. But you know what we did last night?”
Colin stifled a laugh. “Yeah, I know.”
“Have you ever…done that before?” Ryan spit the last part out very quickly.
“Yeah. Yes, I have. Not for a while, but I have done it. The first time I did, I was a teenager. Then, I didn’t do it again for a long time. But you know what? I had a couple of affairs, too, during my marriage. Only my affairs were with men. So, yes, I have done that several times,” Colin explained.
Ryan was wide eyed. “Oh,” was all he said.
Colin realized that he was dealing with this man who really was confused about and unfamiliar with his feelings. It brought out the nurturing side of him. He rolled onto his stomach, in the process rolling closer to Ryan, and propped himself up on one elbow, putting his other hand on Ryan’s chest. He looked down into Ryan’s eyes, absentmindedly rolling the man’s chest hair between his fingers.
“What about you, Ryan?” Colin asked.
“What about me?” Ryan raised his eyebrows innocently.
“Ryan, come on. This is me you’re talking to. I’m asking if you’ve ever been with a man before last night.”
Ryan cleared his throat, breaking eye contact and fidgeting uncomfortably. “Once.”
Colin waited for him to continue, but that was all he offered, and Colin didn’t press for more details. Instead, he leaned down and began to kiss Ryan’s neck, lining the man’s throat with kisses until he reached Ryan’s jawline. He began to kiss Ryan all along the jaw. Ryan dipped his head, then, and his mouth found Colin’s. Ryan began to kiss Colin in a needy, hungry way. His kisses were deeper and more sensual than they had been even last night. Ryan’s hands found their way down Colin’s body to his ass, where they anchored themselves as he rolled over, rolling Colin over in the process until he was on top of Colin. Colin groaned as Ryan’s fingertips dug into his flesh. It was almost painful, and again Ryan was the leader. It briefly crossed Colin’s mind how Ryan could almost always turn a situation, onstage or off, into one in which he was most comfortable, or at least into one where it seemed that he was in control.
Ryan was straddling Colin, now, and leaning down to push his tongue into Colin’s mouth. His long fingers wound around Colin’s wrists and pressed them to the bed. Colin was moaning beneath him. Ryan was vaguely aware that tomorrow was the day that Pat would come. He was trying to put that thought out of his mind. He wanted to make love to Colin. He wasn’t trying to be aggressive with Colin, but today he just wanted to feel some semblance of control. He didn’t want to talk about anything, he just wanted to feel something certain, something physical and real. Colin was bucking slightly underneath him, moaning and hard, and Ryan let go of one wrist. His free hand covered Colin’s mouth lightly. His lips blew warm breath against Colin’s ear.
“Ssshh,” Ryan whispered, the warm wet air from his mouth making Colin shudder visibly. “I love you. I want to make love to you right now. OK?”
Colin said nothing. His breath was hot on Ryan’s hand as his head nodded.
“OK. OK,” Ryan’s whispers continued hypnotically, segueing into him nibbling on Colin’s earlobe. The hand over Colin’s mouth fumbled until it again grabbed Colin’s other wrist, and Ryan’s head moved over Colin’s chest to lower over a nipple. Ryan took the nipple between his teeth, alternately sucking it gently into his mouth and then biting it carefully. Then he moved to the other nipple, doing the same thing, Colin groaning and thrusting underneath him.
“Ryan…” Colin breathed before repeating the name several times.
Ryan lifted his head, grinning. “Ssshh,” he replied. He leaned down to cover Colin’s mouth with his own. This kiss would begin at Colin’s lips, and then move down his body, until finally Ryan would have to let go of Colin’s wrists and have his hands free to do other things.
****
It was early in the evening. When they’d finally gotten out of bed, it had been almost four. They had showered and eaten, and now it was almost seven. Colin was on the couch doing the crossword. Ryan was next to him, absentmindedly flipping through television channels. Ryan sighed and Colin looked up.
“What’s the matter?”
Ryan glanced over at Colin. “Nothing,” he shook his head. “Today was a great day wasn’t it?”
Colin grinned. “Yeah, it was.”
“I just wish it wasn’t over, you know?”
“It’s OK, Ryan,” Colin said comfortingly. He could tell Ryan was wistful, but he didn’t know why. “We’ll have other days like today. What’s with you?”
Ryan shrugged. “Nothing. Just relaxing, I guess. Makes me think.”
“Yeah, well, don’t. It’s annoying,” Colin quipped, his eyes sparkling as he suppressed a laugh.
“Oh, shut up, Colin,” Ryan’s own eyes grew playful.
They began to laugh and joke around. Again Pat became a kind of unreal entity at the back of Ryan’s mind. He didn’t really think about tomorrow again until they got back into bed, and he again lay awake for hours hoping to delay the dawn.
TBC
I SO appreciate the feedback I've gotten. I'm so glad that thusfar nobody's been like "stop posting this, we're bored" (don't get any ideas! *wink*). So, anyway, thank you for reading. :)
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