Late Afternoon Delight

by xfphile

Ryan Stiles was exhausted. It had been one hellacious day and all he wanted to do was collapse on his bed and not move for a month. His head still hurt a little from where he had run into Drew’s desk earlier; it had been funny at the time---all he had to do was ask Colin---but no one knew just how badly he’d been scared when that light had shattered. For a split second, he’d thought he was going to die.

It had been nonsense, of course, and he’d played it up the way he always did, but he still needed to recover from the rush of emotion he’d experienced. Thus, he’d turned down Drew’s offer to go out for a few drinks in favor of simply staying in his trailer and thinking things through.

Heaving a deep sigh, Ryan pushed the door shut and started toward his bedroom, kicking off his shoes and toeing off his socks as he went. A sudden tingle along his spine was the only warning he got before his best friend and lover rushed into his arms, kissing him fiercely and enveloping him in a warm embrace.

When Colin finally let him go, Ryan simply gaped at him, trying to catch his breath and vaguely wondering what the hell was going on, since Colin was supposed to be with Drew and the others. He didn’t have long to wonder before Colin came at him again, pinning him against the door and smothering his neck with kisses.

Ryan blinked in surprise as he realized that his back was against the door, but it was quickly drowned by his rising excitement. It had been a long time since he and Colin had gotten to go past second base (or, more precisely, stealing their way to third) and this was a side of Colin he’d never seen before.

The sound of ripping cloth jostled him out of his thoughts and he looked down, licking his lips in anticipation as Colin pushed aside the ruins of his shirt and latched on to a nipple. Ryan groaned in response and brought his arms up, gripping Colin’s shoulders with both hands and letting his head fall back against the door. A sudden sharp nip at the sensitive bud tore a hoarse cry from his throat.

“Colin!”

There was no response and Ryan looked down, watching avidly as Colin lapped at his nipples and caressed his stomach. It felt incredible and he groaned, sliding a little further down the door and closing his eyes, concentrating on the pleasure. Hands began fumbling with his belt and Ryan smiled, licking his lips and eagerly awaiting what he knew was coming.

His briefs suddenly disappeared and Ryan gasped in surprise; this was completely unlike Colin. Grinning, he looked down just in time to see Colin engulf his rock hard shaft, moaning with satisfaction. Ryan choked back a cry of pleasure and tightened his grip on Colin’s shoulders, fighting the urge to thrust deeply into his lover’s hot, wet mouth. Colin grunted in response and pulled away, looking up into Ryan’s eyes and ignoring his protest.

Still keeping his eyes locked on Ryan’s, Colin licked his lips and smiled seductively. The sight kicked Ryan’s pulse into overdrive and he whimpered softly, wanting nothing more than for his lover to take him again. Colin’s passion-glazed eyes got even darker when he heard the soft sound and his hands slid up Ryan’s thighs, caressing the sensitive skin before settling on his slim hips. Ryan whimpered again and closed his eyes, giving himself up completely to whatever Colin wanted to do.

There was a moment of stillness and Ryan almost groaned with frustration. His earlier exhaustion had been overrun by his desire and all he wanted was Colin. A warm mouth suddenly slipped over his sensitive head and this time, Ryan couldn’t hold back his reaction. His strangled cry only encouraged Colin and he took Ryan deeply, swallowing steadily as he did so.

A wave of heat suddenly rushed through him, but before he could warn Colin, his lover sensed it and brought his hand up, lightly caressing the tender skin and pulling back until only the cap was cradled in his mouth. Sucking lightly, Colin tightened his grip and began stroking Ryan in several short, hard movements. The combination was more than enough to send Ryan spiraling over the edge and he went eagerly, crying out Colin’s name as ecstasy washed over him.

Colin gave him no time to recover; catching Ryan’s hand, he tugged lightly and drew the taller man into the middle of the small living room. Puzzled, Ryan met his lover’s eyes again and found himself captivated by the burning intensity he saw there. Colin smiled slowly, making Ryan’s heart speed up, and pulled sharply. Ryan had no time to react and he landed on his knees, grunting softly in surprise and giving his lover a look of confusion. It was ignored as Colin put both hands on Ryan’s chest and pushed, sending him sprawling on his back.

Before he could even attempt to get a question out, Ryan felt Colin yank off his pants and briefs. They hit the floor with a muffled ‘whoomp,’ only to be closely followed by the sound of a zipper opening. Licking his lips nervously, Ryan sat up on his elbows---and received the third greatest shock he’d ever had in his life.

As he watched, his shy, quiet lover ducked down and buried his tongue deeply in Ryan’s body, running his hands up Ryan’s thighs as he did. A strangled cry rent the air as Colin worked his way around the interior of Ryan’s body, rediscovering his feel and finding the places that made Ryan moan and gasp with pleasure, incoherently begging for more as his body bucked at Colin’s knowing touch.

A pair of hands suddenly settled themselves on Ryan’s chest and he uttered a vague protest as his lover’s talented tongue disappeared. He blinked rapidly before his gaze steadied and met his lover’s, and he smiled as Colin set himself at the entrance to the taller man’s body. The passionate intensity in his eyes took Ryan’s breath away and he stared at Colin in wonder; in all the years that they’d been lovers, Colin had never once done what he was doing now and Ryan loved it.

Colin suddenly leaned down, stopping two inches away from Ryan’s face and letting his hot breath flow across Ryan’s lips. They stayed like that, unmoving, for an eternity . . . until, with a suddenness that took Ryan completely by surprise, Colin changed everything.

“Mine,” he rasped, his eyes boring into Ryan’s.

“Yours,” Ryan agreed hoarsely, unable to articulate anything else.

Colin smiled slightly, shifted his weight . . . and suddenly thrust forward, taking Ryan in one smooth, firm stroke and claiming him for all time. Ryan’s cry of delight was swallowed as Colin swooped down and captured his mouth in a fierce kiss, staking his claim and branding Ryan as his.

Ryan’s hands ran down Colin’s back, the nails scraping along the skin, and landed on his buttocks. Desperately, he pulled, silently begging his lover to take him again. Colin broke the kiss and smiled, allowing Ryan a moment to catch his breath.

“More?” he asked huskily once the glazed look had left his lover’s eyes.

“Please . . . God . . .” Ryan whimpered, tightening his hands and wrapping his legs around Colin’s. The Canadian smiled again and withdrew almost completely; Ryan caught and held his breath, desperate for Colin to take him again.

And take him he did . . . slowly, teasingly, and torturously. He drew out every sensation and every response, refusing to settle for anything less than Ryan’s complete surrender. Ryan groaned deeply as Colin sank in, unable to do anything but submit to this man that he loved. The sheer agony of pleasure that Colin was putting him through finally became too much and Ryan moaned weakly, letting his head drop down to the carpeting and surrendering completely.

Colin suddenly pushed into him, taking him deeply, and Ryan cried out in ecstasy, closing his eyes and matching his movements to Colin’s as his lover began thrust, setting a pace that was hard and fast; it was almost like Colin was daring him to keep up, and Ryan was more than eager to oblige him; he felt himself getting hard again and gasped with pleasure when Colin worked a hand between them and began stroking him.

Time suddenly snapped . . . every movement was stretched out, every sensation was intensified, every sound was magnified. And yet, in the blink of an eye, Ryan found himself coming a second time and begging Colin to finish what he had started, claiming Ryan as his, but also giving himself completely to Ryan. They exploded together, their very souls shattering and reborn together, binding them to each other with a bond that could never be broken.

~~~~~~~~~

“Don’t ever do that to me again, you bastard.”

The words were mumbled into Ryan’s neck and the sheer surprise of hearing Colin speak was more than enough to jolt Ryan out of the sated daze he was in. Then the sentence actually registered and he lifted his head, staring at his lover with disbelief---and a little fear.

“I beg your pardon?” he asked, his fear making his voice sharper it than should have been.

Colin grunted softly and shifted until he could see Ryan’s eyes. The love and relief in his own visibly reassured Ryan and he sighed, letting his head drop back down to the carpeting.

“What did you mean, Colin?”

This time, his question was curious. Colin responded softly, his voice quavering as he said, “Do you know how scared I was when you hit that light? I thought for a minute that you’d killed yourself.”

Ryan had no answer for him; he understood all too well what Colin was feeling, and his lover knew that he did. The question was rhetorical, but Colin had wanted an answer; thus, his fierce lovemaking of only---Ryan checked his watch and was mildly surprised to find that it hadn’t been that long---an hour ago.

“I’m here,” he murmured to Colin, letting his voice drop down into its naturally low register. “And I promise that I will never intentionally leave you. Ever.”

His words were full of conviction and he smiled as Colin relaxed and cuddled a little closer to him, sliding his hand across Ryan’s chest and entwining their fingers.

“And I’ll never leave you,” Colin vowed, his voice soft but steady.

“I know,” Ryan replied, shifting carefully until he was sitting up. Colin moved until his head was resting in Ryan’s lap and smiled up at his tall lover.

“I love you.”

They both paused in surprise, then burst out laughing.

“You know,” Ryan managed between chuckles. “It’s no wonder people think we’re crazy.”

“Yeah, well, quit reading my mind!” Colin shot back, his voice shaking with the effort to suppress his amusement.

“I didn’t know you were going to say it right then,” Ryan protested, pouting. “I was just trying to be romantic.”

“Well, let’s go be romantic in the bedroom, okay? I think I have carpet burn.”

It took every bit of control Ryan possessed not to laugh at the look on his lover’s face as he said that, and instead managed a nod---and one last shot.

“At least it’s not wood burn.”

And with that, he was up off the floor and heading for his bedroom, leaving Colin sprawled on the floor behind him with his jaw hanging open. The effect only lasted for a minute before Colin sprang to his feet and followed, mischief filling his eyes as he caught up with his grinning lover.

“Let’s try for bed burn and see what happens,” he suggested, trailing a hand across Ryan’s chest and raining kisses across his jaw.

“Mmm,” Ryan purred, tilting his head back. “I like that.”

“How about this?” Colin asked, running his tongue from the hollow of Ryan’s throat up to his chin.

“Hell, yeah!” Ryan agreed, a shiver of delight running through him. “Oh, and Colin?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you first.”

~~~~~~~~~~

finis

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