Oh, By The Way
. . .
by xfphile
Looking back, Ryan Stiles had to admit that he really wasn't surprised that
things turned out the way they did. He *was* surprised at the way they
happened; it hadn't been exactly what he'd pictured (although, to be honest, he
really wasn't sure how he'd imagined things would turn out. He was, however,
relatively positive that Colin attacking him in his trailer wasn't it.). A
sudden movement to his left made him glance that direction and he looked down
at his lover with a tender smile. His lover . . .
Just thinking about it turned his loving smile into a smug grin as the memories
of the last few hours came rushing back.
* * *
Ryan opened the door of his trailer and stepped inside, taking a moment to
enjoy the feel of the air conditioning blasting into the room. It helped take
away some of the heat he was feeling and after today's taping of "Whose
Line is it Anyway?," he desperately needed the
help. Closing his eyes, Ryan leaned back against the door and slowly shook his
head. What had he been thinking? Just because he was attracted to Colin didn't
mean that he'd had to go and make a fool out of himself, letting the whole
world know about it in the process. At least, not on national
television. He thanked God that Colin didn't know he'd been serious. A
ravenous boa constrictor sitting next to a man who got turned on by danger-what
had Dan been thinking?
Ryan snorted with derision at his last thought and pushed away from the door. What
had *he* been thinking was a far better question. The tongue thing, wrapping
himself around Colin . . . heat suddenly rushed through him, taking him by
surprise in its intensity. A low groan came out of his chest and he started
toward his bedroom. He needed a shower; the only question was whether or not it
was going to be cold.
A knock at his door made him pause mid-step and he turned back with a sigh,
absently unbuttoning the top two buttons of the short-sleeved blue cotton shirt
he was wearing and tugging irritably at the collar of his white T- shirt. He
reached the door and started to stoop down to peer through the eyehole,
silently cursing the short moron who had installed the damn thing. Ryan, who
stood 6'6" tall, really couldn't bend his knees enough to be able to look
directly through the hole; therefore, he had to lean over at an awkward angle
and crane his neck in a position that was completely contrary to nature just to
see who was knocking. He wasn't up for that at the moment, so he simply opened
the door.
Strong hands clamped onto his shoulders and shoved him back. Vaguely, through
the roaring in his ears, Ryan heard his door slam shut. The hands on his
shoulders stopped pushing for an instant and Ryan heard a soft 'snick.' The
implications of that hit him abruptly and he swallowed hard.
Colin Mochrie was looking back at him. They stayed that way, gazes locked, for
what seemed like forever. The moment was shattered when Colin tightened his
hands, which hadn't left Ryan's shoulders, and pushed again. Ryan, who was
still somewhat dazed with the realization that he was locked in his trailer
with Colin, offered no resistance. It wasn't until he slammed up against the
wall of the small living room that he realized something was off. Such behavior
was completely atypical for Colin and Ryan felt concern seep through him.
Before he could act on that concern, though, Colin sent him into shock.
Without taking his eyes from Ryan's, the older man let his hands slide from the
lanky man's shoulders down to the front of his shirt. His fingertips brushed
across the fabric gently before settling on either side of the row of buttons.
There was a moment of stillness, and then Colin yanked. Buttons flew in all
directions; one hit Ryan in the chin and another glanced off of Colin's jaw,
making little clicking noises as they hit the floor.
A growl of frustration left Colin's lips as he pushed apart the ruins of the
dress shirt and saw the T-shirt beneath it. It only stopped him for a minute
before he shrugged and grabbed the hem, yanking it up. With a keen sense of
self-preservation, Ryan managed to shrug the short-sleeved shirt off (he hadn't
realized he was that dexterous, either. That was definitely something to keep
in mind for later.) and straighten his arms completely
up in the air. Colin got the soft white tee over Ryan's head before abandoning
it, his hands settling on the warm, vibrant skin now free for him to do with as
he pleased.
Ryan, for his part, had quickly tossed his T-shirt aside and had brought his
hands down. They hovered uncertainly above Colin's shoulders for a moment
before tentatively falling all the way. The two men stared at each other for a
minute. A million questions were racing through Ryan's mind; he looked at
Colin, but for the first time, he didn't see any answers. Before he had a
chance to panic, though, Colin smiled. It was full of affection and Ryan
instinctively relaxed.
He had occasion to regret that when Colin swooped down and attached his mouth
to one of Ryan's nipples.
"Colin!" he gasped, his hands tightening. A warm tongue flicking over
the sensitive nub was his only answer and Ryan felt himself sag against the
wall, inadvertently giving Colin even more access to-and better control
over-the rest of his body. Firm hands kneaded the muscles of Ryan's chest and
the tongue that had shown itself to be remarkably agile onstage lived up to its
reputation as it did things that Ryan would have sworn were anatomically
impossible two minutes earlier.
Colin played with one nipple for a while, obviously enjoying himself as he
turned Ryan into silly-putty. He gave one final tug before switching his
attention to the neglected bud. A strangled groan was his reward and Ryan,
helpless to prevent the sound, also found himself unable to keep from pushing
into the sensation. A low hum of approval inexplicably encouraged him and with
only another moment of hesitation, Ryan allowed himself to enjoy what was
happening. He was still confused as hell, but he trusted Colin with his
life-and his heart. Colin would never hurt him.
On the heels of that thought, his best friend looked up, his eyes dark with
lust, and for the first time since he'd burst into the trailer, he spoke.
"Did you like it, Ry?" he rumbled. Ryan,
who had had no real chance to process the multiple shocks he'd been subjected
to in such a short amount of time, could do nothing but raise his eyebrows in a
confused inquiry. Colin heard the question as clearly as if Ryan had spoken and
responded, his voice low and husky.
"Did you like seeing me turned on by danger?" he asked. A convulsive
swallow was his answer and a slight smile tugged at his lips. "That's what
I thought."
For several minutes, there was silence. Ryan found that he could think again,
now that Colin had ceased his mind-bending activities. The million questions
that he'd had earlier were still there, but only one actually made it into
coherence.
//What in the hell is going on?//
From his actions, it seemed that he wasn't the only person who'd been hiding
something. But . . . he had known Colin for over twenty years and had never
seen (or heard about) him doing anything remotely resembling-
A warm tongue staking its claim in his mouth sent Ryan's train of thought
spiraling towards
Colin finally tore himself away and fought to get his breathing back to normal.
His pupils were so dilated that Ryan couldn't see any trace of color and his
entire face was flushed; in short, he was the most desirable thing that Ryan
had set eyes on in quite some time. He also suspected that he had a similar
appearance; well, sans his shirt, anyway. A delighted grin broke across his
face; Ryan fought it, knowing that it was losing battle. While he knew he'd
wanted this, he wasn't quite prepared for how good it really was. Finally, he
had a chance to tell Colin how he really felt.
The timbre of that thought took him unawares and he returned to it, musing over
the implications. Considering what had just been happening, he *should* have
been thinking about the physical aspect of things. And, granted, Colin's hands
felt incredible on his nipples-
//Oh, boy.//
Silently cursing himself for being an idiot, Ryan forced himself to ignore what
Colin was doing to him and managed to find the lone thought he'd been picking
apart. Several things became clear to him as he wandered around that thought.
That he was attracted to Colin was no big revelation; hell, it wasn't even a
small one. His trust in his partner fell into the same category. The raw need
that rushed over him took him a little by surprise, but only in its intensity,
for Ryan had long since accepted that he needed Colin like other people needed
air.
In fact, the only odd thing behind that thought was the love issue. That he
loved Colin wasn't new; he'd loved him like a brother for years. Somewhere
along those years, though, Ryan's love had shifted, deepened, and eventually
changed into something that he'd thought he could only share with his wife.
The thought of Pat stopped him momentarily, but when Colin started suckling on
a nipple, Ryan shoved any and all coherent thought to his upper brain so it
could take a nice *long* nap and gave his full attention to the flushed,
rumpled man standing in front of him. Ryan smiled again, took a deep breath,
and opened his mouth-
-only to find himself scoring in an unbelieevably intense game of tonsil hockey.
Somewhat fleetingly, he wished he knew what the rules were.
Colin had noted his friend's distraction and used that to his advantage,
ensuring that distraction with licks and kisses along Ryan's chest while he
unbuckled the plain black leather belt and opened the zipper of his slacks.
Those he left buttoned, much to Ryan's eventual frustration. He still needed to
keep Ryan off-guard so he could find out just what the man's true feelings
were. Judging by his body language and a particular look in his eye, Ryan
appeared to be more-or-less under control and was about to ask a question. A
distraction; Colin needed a distraction.
Aha! That first kiss had set Colin's blood on fire and it was definitely
something he wanted to experience again. Besides, Ryan was a superb kisser. He
couldn't quite prevent the smug grin that sprang to his lips; never do anything
by halves, he'd always thought. This would take out two-no, actually, this
would kill three birds with one stone, as the saying went.
When he felt Ryan return his kiss, Colin knew he had to do something to regain
control over the situation. He and Ryan had been dancing a waltz (with
occasional emphasis on the tango) around this issue for years and Colin had had
enough. That little stunt with the boa constrictor had pushed him to the edge
and he was determined to do *something* about it before whatever the hell it
was killed them both.
What he was doing appeared to be the best way to figure out what was really
going on inside his partner's head. With no advance warning and even less time
to prepare, Ryan's responses were sure to be genuine. Those responses concerned
him a little because of what they represented. It was one thing for him to be
attracted to Ryan. The fact that Ryan seemed to return that attraction didn't even
bother him. No, what was getting to him was the intensity behind the
attraction.
Without realizing it, Colin had broken the kiss and was simply standing, both
hands on Ryan's shoulders and his forehead wrinkled in thought. Ryan had shown
no hesitation and offered no resistance to anything Colin had done. The trust
was warming, but . . .
"Colin?"
Ryan's voice was soft and hesitant. Colin swallowed and glanced up, suddenly
feeling incredibly awkward. The sight that greeted him dispelled some of that
awkwardness-Ryan was flushed, his lips were kiss-swollen, his pupils were
dilated, and he was still trying to get his breathing under control.
"Yeah, Ryan?"
A slight smile flickered across Ryan's expressive face and he raked a hand
through his hair before letting it settle on Colin's shoulder.
"What's happening here?" he whispered, keeping his eyes on Colin, who
could see the effort it took.
Colin sighed and broke Ryan's intense gaze, his own eyes taking in the suddenly
fascinating patterns on the floor. There was a long moment of deadly silence as
the Canadian tried to decide the best way to tell Ryan that he'd gone and
fallen in love with him. A few deep breaths helped him to gain the illusion of
control and with a silent prayer, Colin looked up at
Ryan, somehow managing to meet his gold-flecked green eyes.
"Ryan, I . . . what happened today?" he suddenly blurted out, his
mouth taking off before his brain could finish getting belted in. Ryan, for his
part, blinked and shifted his weight.
"Umm . . . well, I'm not really sure."
"Aren't you?"
Ryan's head shot up, his eyes wide with disbelief at the sudden change in
Colin's voice-and demeanor, too. Gone were the hesitancy and the fear. Colin
looked almost predatory as he leaned in a little closer to Ryan. His dark eyes
were gleaming and Ryan swallowed at the image that sprang to his mind-himself,
naked and unafraid. Colin, on his knees and loving him in a way that Ryan never
thought he would. He didn't have long to muse over those thoughts, though,
because Colin had evidently had enough of the evasions, the half-truths, and
the general bullshit that they had been feeding each other for years.
"Please don't lie to me, Ryan. Not after what happened today."
Ryan said nothing; he merely looked at his best friend. He found himself unable
to break that gaze and suddenly felt a great deal of empathy for the mouse that
was looking back at a boa constrictor. A laugh tried to force itself out of his
throat at the thought, since it was apparently a boa constrictor that had
gotten him to this . . . this . . . whatever this was. He couldn't lie to
himself and say that he didn't want this. He had even less of a chance of lying
to Colin. Even assuming that he could verbalize such a lie, hell would freeze
over before Colin would think about believing it.
Ryan also couldn't tell himself that he wasn't afraid. Well, terrified was
actually a better word. What if Colin didn't reciprocate his feelings? Even if
he didn't just simply leave, things would always be awkward between the two of
them-and Ryan would be alone. It never really occurred to him that he couldn't
be farther from the truth.
" . . . so I need to know what you were thinking,
Ry."
His musings had caused him to miss most of what Colin had just said. Still, it
didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Colin was still working on
the boa constrictor. Ryan made a mental note to strangle Dan Patterson the next
time they met. Until then, he had an increasingly agitated, vastly annoyed
Canadian to deal with. He saw Colin open his mouth, preparatory to asking
another question, and something in him snapped.
Colin never had a chance as Ryan's hands came off his shoulders and locked onto
his jaw. A split second later, Ryan's lips were settled firmly over his and his
tongue was demanding entrance into the moist haven of Colin's mouth. A groan of
mingled surprise and delight reached his ears and Colin eagerly parted his
lips. Ryan immediately snaked his tongue into Colin's mouth and let it wrap
around its newfound playmate.
Ryan could have stayed there all night, French-kissing Colin, and been the
happiest man in
"Wha-"
"I can't do this, Ryan."
Distantly, as if in a dream, Ryan felt his jaw drop. He was vaguely aware that
it was difficult to get enough air, even though he was gaping like a fish. A
sudden, gentle slap across his left cheek woke him up and he blinked owlishly
at Colin.
"Wha-why-what?" he stammered, desperately
trying to make sense of the suddenly absurd situation.
"Idiot," Colin muttered affectionately as he ran a tender hand across
the area where he had stuck Ryan. "I meant that I can't go on like this,
playing these little games and constantly having to second-guess what you
really meant."
"Huh?" Ryan replied astutely, feeling more and more like
The hand stroking his jaw gently forced his head back around until his eyes met
Colin's. The same million questions that Ryan had had earlier were still
swimming around his mind, but this time, as he looked into Colin's eyes, Ryan
saw the answers he was looking for. The love that was so blatant in those
golden-toned brown eyes took his breath away.
"Colin."
This time, it wasn't a confused question. There was no raw passion behind those
two syllables. When Ryan whispered that name, he was acknowledging, both to
himself and to Colin, that he was finally home. With a
gentle, understanding smile, Colin brought his other hand up and held Ryan's
head steady so he could look directly into the other man's eyes-not, mind, that he really needed to. If the earth had opened up
at Ryan's feet, it wouldn't have made a difference. Ryan Stiles had always been
a determined man and when he made up his mind, it usually took an act of
Congress and a couple of miracles to change it-and Ryan was bound and
determined to tell Colin how he really felt.
Resolve is only half the battle, though. Reality is the other half and Ryan
quickly discovered that he wasn't ready to face reality. In spite of what he
saw in Colin's eyes, Ryan couldn't shake the lingering fear that his best
friend would calmly listen to what he had to say, nod, and run screaming from
the building.
Colin saw Ryan's moment of indecision and felt his heart swell with love. He
had a pretty good idea about what Ryan was thinking; it was probably pretty
similar to what he himself was thinking, in fact. Wanting something was one
thing; being able to verbalize that want and make it a tangible thing to be
acknowledged and, hopefully, returned, was something else entirely.
In a sudden flash of insight, Colin realized that neither he nor Ryan would be
able to say "I love you." Not yet. Whatever was between them wasn't
new, but their understanding of it was. It was unnerving and Colin had a
complete and total understanding of-and sympathy for-Ryan's hesitation. That
day's taping suddenly sprang to his mind; specifically, that damn boa
constrictor-and Colin knew what to do. He and Ryan had always been honest
onstage, and if Colin was reading things right, this should be no different.
He lightly brushed Ryan's jaw with his fingertips and met those pure green eyes
with his own. A very slight smile flickered across his face and he took a deep
breath in through his nose as he stepped to the edge of the abyss.
"Hey, Ryan?" he murmured, keeping his eyes locked on his friend's.
"Yeah?"
Ryan's response was almost a whisper. His gentle touch continuing, Colin let
his smile widen and said, "Do the tongue thing again."
Thunderstruck, Ryan gaped at him.
"What?!?" he gasped.
Colin laughed delightedly, feeling the tension between them drain away.
Adopting a conspiratorial air, he leaned closer to Ryan and repeated, "Do
that tongue thing again."
Ryan released a breathy chuckle and slowly shook his head. He knew what Colin
was referring to; it had just taken a minute for the words to sink in.
"Okay," he replied, letting his voice drop into a lower register.
When he saw Colin repress a shiver, he fought back a smile. "Do the tongue
thing . . ."
His voice trailed off as he closed the remaining few inches between himself and
Colin. One hand settled on the center of Colin's chest; the other tightened its
grip on Colin's shoulder. With a wicked smile, Ryan blew a gentle stream of air
across Colin's lips. The soft moan that followed caused something in his chest
to tighten, and with a quick swallow, Ryan tilted his head.
A strangled groan of mingled desire and frustration rent the air as Ryan 'did
the tongue thing,' but stopped just shy of actually touching Colin. When the
hand on his jaw tightened and the quick breaths puffing against his cheek
became rapid and uneven, Ryan relented and lowered his head a fraction of an
inch.
The next thing he knew, he was being pressed against the wall and Colin had
suddenly grown an extra set of hands. Ryan thought briefly about slowing things
down, but tossed that thought to the wind. Wayne, Drew, Kathy, Colin- -hell,
even Greg told him that he thought too much. For once, Ryan agreed with them.
He hummed his approval to Colin and slouched down just the tiniest bit, tacitly
giving Colin license to do anything he wanted.
Colin smiled against his mouth and accepted the offer. His lips parted and
invited Ryan inside to play. Ryan eagerly slipped into the soft, moist haven
he'd been craving since that first kiss and for the first time in years, he
allowed himself to completely let go, knowing that Colin would never let him
fall.
His roaming hands encountered the barrier of Colin's soft cotton shirt once too
many times and Ryan reluctantly tore himself away as he tugged Colin's shirt
from his pants. Colin made an inarticulate sound of protest at the cessation of
the kiss, but when Ryan began pulling up on the rich red fabric, understanding
flashed in the Canadian's eyes.
Suddenly feeling impish, Colin slowly raised his arms, letting his fingertips
seductively trail across Ryan's chest, arms, and shoulders. The gentle teasing
was familiar to both men, though, and helped ease away any remaining
awkwardness they felt with what was happening between them. Ryan responded to
it, letting the moment become romantic, rather than simply removing an
obstacle.
He smoothly pulled Colin's shirt off and grinned before balling it up and
tossing it across the room. It made a perfect arc before landing in the
trashcan.
"Smartass."
Ryan smirked at Colin before letting his hands rest lightly on the other man's
shoulders, his fingertips tracing slow, sensual circles.
"Of course," he murmured, still grinning. "And you wouldn't have
it any other way."
His right hand slipped down as he spoke and started lightly rubbing a nipple.
He heard Colin forcibly suppress a groan even as he brought his hand down over
Ryan's, encouraging him to continue.
"No," Colin agreed, squeezing the hand beneath his. "I
wouldn't."
Once again, their lips met. For a few seconds, it was almost like the kisses
they had shared on the set of 'Whose Line': comfortable and familiar. That
changed as Colin hesitantly inched closer and, ever so gently, bit down on
Ryan's bottom lip. He felt Ryan smile even as his mouth opened and couldn't
help but smile in return.
From somewhere deep in his soul, Colin felt an anticipatory tingle begin to
build. Oh, this was going to be good. He was just thinking about some of the
dreams he'd had involving this moment when Ryan stole every drop of blood in
his entire body and dumped it directly in Colin's groin. His tongue wandered
over to Colin's mouth, made itself at home . . . all was well with the world,
until Ryan, in a moment of playfulness (and a bit of revenge for the few
moments of hell that Colin had put him through with the 'I can't do this' bit),
changed the nature of things from gentle exploration to raw, unrestrained need.
He began doing 'the tongue thing' to the inside of his best friend's mouth.
Colin gasped against his lips, his hands tightening. Ryan groaned a response
and pulled Colin flush against his body, for the first time allowing the two of
them to truly realize what they were doing to each other.
The feel of Ryan, hot and eager against him, made Colin's blood heat. Suddenly,
he couldn't wait any longer. Capturing Ryan's agile tongue between his teeth,
he sucked on it once before gently biting. Another low moan was his reward and
Colin reluctantly pulled away. The intense desire that was rushing through his
veins was startling, but it was like a siren call that Colin couldn't resist.
He'd thought that they'd take things slow, get to know each other a bit first .
. . but his body had other ideas. And, judging by the impressive display
peeking out of Ryan's unzipped trousers, he wasn't the only one.
Colin planted a baby-soft kiss on Ryan's tender lips before sliding down the
other man's lean, tanned frame. His hands slid across Ryan's shoulders and down
his chest before anchoring themselves to the almost non-existent waist. His
lips followed his hand, sometimes just skimming across the warm skin and
sometimes gently nipping or lightly tugging. Ryan had ceased trying to control
his reactions and the near-constant moans echoed around the room and matched
the tempo of Colin's heartbeat. In this, as in all else, he and Ryan were in
perfect sync.
His questing mouth suddenly brushed across fabric as Colin sank to his knees.
For once, he blessed his height, since he was looking eye to . . .eye? . . . with, uh, 'Little
(hell, there wasn't anything *little* about it) Ryan.' His mouth watering,
Colin started to lean forward, but a gentle hand on his shoulder made him
pause. Surprised, he looked up into eyes that had darkened to the color of the
"You don't have to," came the quiet whisper.
Colin could see the truth of that statement in his lover's eyes; he could also
see--and hear--the longing behind it. Something in that gaze begged for a
reply. Without hesitating, Colin gave him one.
"I know. I want to; I *need* to."
There was another moment of stillness and then Ryan nodded, his expression
changing to one of eager anticipation. Colin, for his part, was torn between
leaving the slacks and briefs on and teasing his friend for a while- -and
tormenting them both in the process--or surrendering to the moment and letting
both of them have what they wanted.
Ryan suddenly shifted, rubbing himself against Colin's jaw. There was an urgency in his movement and Colin began to understand
that this time, it wouldn't be slow and tender lovemaking. They had been
ignoring their needs and desires too long for either of them to last. On the
upside, though, Colin thought with a wicked grin, neither of them had long to
wait.
That last thought spurred him to action and with quick, steady hands, Colin unbuttoned Ryan's pants and pushed them down
past his hips. They hit the floor with a soft 'jingle' and were immediately
forgotten by both men, as they had other, more pressing concerns.
Without hesitation, Colin brought his mouth to the hard, firm flesh still
encased in Ryan's black underwear. He nuzzled up against it for a moment and
then let his tongue trace a slow, sensual line up the rigid length. Ryan's
hands tightened and he moaned loudly, pressing himself a little closer to Colin,
who smiled again before mouthing his way back down to Ryan's testicles.
He gave each of them a quick nip before lightly tugging down the last piece of
clothing separating him from Ryan. Impatient as he was, though, Colin still
took care as he finished undressing Ryan.
When the full evidence of Ryan's desire for him was completely freed, Colin
simply stopped: stopped moving, stopped touching. He even stopped breathing.
All he could do was stare in awe at the sight in front of him.
Little white flashes sparked at the edge of his vision and his chest began to
ache, subtly reminding him that breathing was still necessary to his continued
well-being. Closing his eyes, Colin drew in a deep breath and tilted his head
up. His eyes opened and met the sparkling gaze of his lover, his best friend,
and he whispered, "My God, you're beautiful."
Surprisingly, Ryan offered no protest to this; he simply smiled tenderly and
replied, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Colin murmured before letting his eyes run
appreciatively over Ryan's body. It was all planes and angles, lean and smooth
and golden. There was so much to look at, so much to explore, that Colin didn't
know where to start.
Okay, so that wasn't completely true. He knew exactly where he wanted to start
and, with one last look to Ryan for reassurance, Colin leaned forward, lightly
rimming Ryan's belly button before moving lower. Tenderly, he nuzzled the
rock-hard column of flesh that was waiting for his touch, feeling the gentle
thrum of Ryan's pulse. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, Colin let
Ryan's scent fill his senses and surround him. Dreamily, he flicked his tongue
out, lightly tasting various places as he caressed Ryan with loving fingertips.
The taste proved to be intoxicating and Colin suddenly found that he couldn't
wait any longer. Desire ran through his veins like molten lava and with a low
groan of his own, Colin parted his lips and eagerly pulled Ryan into the warm
haven of his mouth.
Another deep-throated groan echoed around the room, though Ryan couldn't have
said whether it was his or Colin's. He threw his head back as Colin
experimentally swallowed, little gusts of air coming from his lips and his
throat working convulsively. The slight roughness of Colin's taste buds sliding
along the underside of his shaft felt incredible and Ryan shuddered, his
fingers digging into Colin's shoulders and his breath coming in short, rapid
pants.
"Colin--"
It was the last thing he remembered.
For his part, Colin was busily enjoying finding out what Ryan liked: what made
him gasp, what made him moan, what made him whimper--he was unbelievably
responsive and Colin made excellent use of that discovery. Since he'd never
done this before, he wasn't quite sure how to go about it. He did know what he
liked done to him, however, and with a quick prayer, he began to pull Ryan down
his throat. After only a few inches, he found that he had to stop.
Disappointed, Colin held him there, one hand settled on Ryan's hip to keep him
still and the other lightly circling the base of his penis while he lightly
tongued the swollen shaft and head.
The deep, throaty moan he heard took him by surprise and he slowly eased Ryan
out of his mouth so he could look up at his lover. A tiny whimper of protest
came as Ryan slipped completely free and Colin grinned even as he thought his
predicament over. How did women do this?
As he studied Ryan, drinking in the sight, he let his hands roam. Across the
hips, down the thighs, over the buttocks--he got the distinct impression that
neither he nor Ryan was going to get much sleep tonight. Ryan sighed and
relaxed into his touch, his body becoming more pliant to Colin's eager hands.
//Hmm. I wonder . . .//
Colin brought his hands back to rest on his lover's hips, squeezing lightly
before pulling Ryan into his mouth again.
"Oh . . ."
Amusement warred with desire as yet another sound of Ryan's enjoyment came to
Colin's ears. He'd had no idea that his friend was so . . . vocal. Colin
mentally filed that away under 'things to remember later' and turned his full
attention back to Ryan. With a deep breath taken through his nose, Colin
relaxed all the muscles in his throat and slowly took Ryan in. This time it
worked, and Colin stopped only when the head bumped against the back of his
throat. It felt incredible and he could only hope that Ryan liked it, too.
Hesitantly, Colin tried to swallow. It wasn't as difficult as he'd thought it
would be, so he tried it again, loving the feel of Ryan cradled in his mouth.
It didn't take Colin long to find a rhythm; memories of the last time Deb had
done this for him spiraled through his mind and he slowly eased Ryan back a few
inches, only to immediately bring him back. His hands came down as well, and an
inarticulate sound of encouragement distantly reached him.
"Oh, God--like that. Oh!"
Amazed at Ryan's response, Colin upped the tempo a little bit. Ryan's hands dug
into his shoulders, but something was different this time. Suddenly, Ryan's
testicles tightened under Colin's ministering hands. That was all the warning
he had before Ryan released a hoarse cry and exploded in Colin's mouth.
Caught off-guard, Colin still managed to stay where he was. Ryan's completion
was thick and salty and unlike anything he had ever experienced. He suckled
hungrily on the head as one hand lightly pumped Ryan, encouraging him to give
Colin everything he had.
When he felt the hard shaft start to go limp, Colin gave one last suck and let
Ryan slide out of his mouth. Blowing out a deep breath, he shifted and let
himself lightly fall to the floor, absently wiping away the remaining semen
around his lips and mouth.
"Wow," was all he could say, as he fought to get himself under
control. Looking up at his lover, Colin couldn't prevent the smug smile that
sprang to his lips. Ryan looked well and thoroughly ravished: his hair was
mussed, he was flushed and quivering, and the only thing keeping him upright
was the wall. He was gorgeous.
"Ry?" Colin asked,
managing to keep most of the amusement out of his voice.
"Uh-huh?"
It was more of a response than Colin had been expecting and he arched an
eyebrow as Ryan began to get himself under control. When Ryan finally opened
his eyes, Colin swallowed hard at the lust raging in the emerald green depths.
Ryan pushed himself off the wall, kicking off the clothes that were still
pooled at his feet. When he was free, he lightly dropped to his knees in front
of Colin, framing his face with loving hands.
"Where did you learn to do that?" he whispered, his eyes shining with
awe. Colin shrugged and replied, "It's what I
like and since we like so many of the same things . . ."
His voice trailed off as Ryan leaned in for a kiss. It began tenderly but
almost immediately turned passionate as Colin's desire flared. Reading his mind
like he always did, Ryan broke the embrace and smiled.
"Do I get to be the ravenous boa constrictor again?"
* * *
Colin suddenly moved, shattering his lover's reverie. Ryan brought his hand
down and rested it lightly over Colin's heart. They still had a great deal to
work out, but Ryan was hopeful. Together, there was nothing they couldn't
accomplish.
"What're you thinking about?"
The soft voice didn't startle him, nor did the question. Sighing, Ryan gathered
Colin's hand in his own and brought it to his lips.
"I'm just thinking about us," he answered, running his thumb in slow
lines over the back of Colin's hand.
"Hmm."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the feel of being
together. Ryan felt his heart swell and he suddenly understood. *This* was what
love was: taking unvarnished joy in simply being together and knowing that the
other person would never leave you.
"Colin?"
"Yeah?"
The Canadian lifted himself off Ryan's chest and sat up, bracing against the
headboard as he got comfortable. Trepidation went through him, but it was
quelled by Ryan's hand settling back over his heart. Swallowing hard, he met
that green-eyed gaze with his own.
"I love you. I know I've said it before on the set or as a joke, but I
want you know that I do love you."
"Ah, Ryan," Colin sighed. "I know. I've always known. And . . .
I love you."
Ryan didn't respond in words; instead, he leaned forward and captured Colin's
mouth for a long, slow, passionate kiss. When they broke apart, Colin smiled.
Ryan did as well and they sat there, grinning like maniacs and basking in each
other's presence.
As Colin looked at his lover, he felt the stirrings of desire and reached out,
cupping Ryan's jaw with his hand. Ryan closed his eyes and leaned into the
gentle touch, smiling.
"Hey, Ry?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I be the ravenous boa constrictor?"
Ryan's eyes flew open and he stared at Colin in disbelief for a second.
Desire-darkened eyes met his and with a laugh, Ryan held his arms out to the
side.
"Be my guest."
* * *
Finis