“Intimacy”
by Bix
“Man, I can’t believe we agreed to this.”
Colin Mochrie took a long drag on his cigarette, then tilted his head back, let out a slow breath and watched as the smoke trailed up to the low ceiling of the trailer.
“Two shows in one day,” he added with a shake of his head. “We’ve got to be out of our minds.”
“More like five shows,” Ryan Stiles corrected him.
Colin looked across the room at Ryan, who stood with his back against the wall and his feet planted apart on the tile floor of the small kitchenette. An oversized bathrobe hung off his long, lean frame, and his dark blonde hair (with touches of gray hair that had escaped the latest dose of hair dye) fluffed out around his ears.
“Dan is sure to get three shows alone out of this morning’s taping,” Ryan remarked in a weary voice. “And tonight? He’ll be able to edit together at least two more. I’m sure of it.”
“Yea.” Colin gestured over at Ryan with his cigarette, then snuffed it out in a nearby ashtray. “Sorry I disturbed your nap, by the way. I just didn’t want to sit in my trailer any longer.”
Ryan shrugged and waved Colin towards the back of the trailer as he walked away. “Don’t worry about it, man. I’ve got two kids,” he joked. “Since when can I get any sleep?”
Colin laughed in acknowledgement and followed him. The two men passed through the narrow hallway and into the back bedroom, where Ryan shed his robe to reveal the tight white underwear that he had on. He let the terrycloth robe fall to the floor, then slipped in between the covers with a low groan.
“At least my back is getting better,” he remarked. “Seven years ago, I couldn’t have even considered doing this much shooting in one day. Remember when it was so bad, I used to have to sleep sitting up?”
“That I do,” Colin said with a slow nod. “Not to mention the horror you went through flying over the ocean—in pain and scared out of your mind.” He gestured at the other side of the bed. “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but is it all right if I lay down with you? I’m pretty tired myself.”
“Sure. Help yourself.” Ryan scooted back a bit to give Colin some more room, then straightened out the bed sheet. He pointed at Colin’s feet. “Just take off your shoes first.”
Colin cocked his head in his friend’s direction. “I’ll have to take off more than that. Either that or I’ll be walking around with my clothes all wrinkled.”
Ryan waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. “Please. We’ve got costume people to take care of that.”
Colin shrugged as he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his multicolored shirt, then swung it off his body and held it out in front of him. “Yea, but it just seems rude. ‘Here, iron this, will you? I was too lazy to take it off earlier.’” He hooked the collar of the shirt over the bedroom doorknob, then fumbled with his belt. “It’s courtesy, you know?”
“Yea. Of course, that’s why I don’t get dressed until the last minute.”
Colin wrinkled his nose at Ryan in a mock-sneer, then unzipped his pants and slipped them off. He paused, looked around for a place to put them, and then hung them over his shirt. He hesitated again, then shed himself of his undershirt and socks also. Finally, with a long sigh of relief, Colin pulled back the covers of the bed and dropped down onto the mattress.
Ryan looked over at him and let out a small chuckle. “This isn’t going to turn into some weird sexual thing, is it?”
Colin glanced over his shoulder at Ryan and grinned. “Not with you, that’s for sure. You couldn’t handle it.”
With a hum of amusement, Colin curled up on his left side and tucked his hands under the pillow. Ryan lifted himself up onto one elbow with a puzzled look on his face and stared at Colin’s prone body for a moment, then reached out and pushed Colin on the back with two fingers.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
The other man squeezed his eyes shut and let out a grunt. “Oh, come on, Ry,” he grumbled. “Let it go. We’ve got five hours of shooting ahead of us. Let’s get some rest.”
Ryan paused and pressed his lips together. “I don’t want to let it go,” he said in a stern voice. “What do you mean, I couldn’t handle it?”
“I mean that you couldn’t handle it,” Colin insisted. He rolled over and pursed his lips. “Do you need me to spell it out for you?” he asked.
“Maybe I do.”
“Wha--? Oh, for crying out loud.” Colin clicked his teeth together. “Okay, fine. Let me ask you a question. Have you ever slept with another man?”
Ryan swallowed. “No. Why? Have you?” he challenged.
“Yes,” Colin replied without hesitation. His dark brown eyes focused on Ryan’s blue-green ones and did not waver. “As a matter of fact, I have.”
Ryan let out an involuntary jerk of surprise at Colin’s blatant response, and his fingers dug into the pillow beneath him. A shadow fell over Colin’s face as he noticed his friend’s reaction.
“You see?” Colin pointed out. He sat up and gestured at Ryan with a sneer. “Look at that. I just mention something like that, and you freak out on me. That is what I’m talking about.” He settled back onto the bed and his elbows dug into the mattress, an unconscious sign of his irritation. “I’m not saying you’re homophobic, Ry, but you’re damned close to it.”
“Just because I jumped a little? I just never thought that you… you’d ever…”
Colin grunted and lay back down with his back to Ryan. “Yea, exactly,” he mumbled as he rolled his head against the pillow.
Ryan swallowed again, then clutched the sheet in front of him as he curled up on the bed. He stared at the back of Colin’s head for several minutes, then drew in a long breath as he tried to get up the courage to say something. In that silent understanding between them, however, Colin already sensed Ryan’s questions and he spoke first.
“It was Darryl,” Colin said in a low voice. “My best friend. He was the first, and the only one, I’ve ever been that intimate with.” He let out a puff of air from between his lips and rolled over onto his back again. “Let’s be honest, though. When you’re into doing acting and theater, you run into that kind of thing a lot. Homosexuals, I mean.”
Ryan cleared his throat in wordless acknowledgement. He’d encountered enough incidents in his own career to know the truth in that statement. The things that he had run across—over-affectionate hugs and the occasional grope from another performer, for example—had been fairly minor, mostly because the people that he’d worked with knew that he had a wife (or, back in the early eighties, a girlfriend).
“How long did it last?” Ryan inquired.
“A little over a year.”
“Did you… like it?”
Colin sighed. “We liked being together. We’d been friends most of our lives. The sex was only an outgrowth of our affection for one another. It wasn’t all that important, if you can believe that. At first we just did it because we were young and horny. But after a while it became more than that,” he added in a defensive tone. “It really meant something.”
“I’m sure it did,” Ryan replied, surprised by the aggressiveness in Colin’s words. “What exactly did you do? If you don’t mind my asking.”
Colin winced and shook his head. “You don’t want to hear the details.”
“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t.”
“Ha. Well, a lot of the time, it was just holding one another. Stroking. Petting. Kissing. Sometimes we’d trade off with…” His gaze dropped to the fingers of his right hand, which twirled his wedding band around his left ring finger again and again in agitation, and a slight flush touched his pale cheeks. “… with, ah, blowjobs.”
The blatant question came out of Ryan’s mouth before he could stop it. “Any anal sex?”
Colin’s face froze, then his shoulders came up and dropped in a half-shrug. “Not for me,” he admitted after a moment. “We tried it once, but it hurt too much. Darryl is about your size, actually. He just couldn’t fit.”
Ryan rubbed at the spot above his right eye and looked away for a moment. In private, he and Colin joked about his penis size with him from time to time. So did the rest of the cast, for that matter. With a grand total of nine and a half inches, Ryan beat everyone else out in that department except for Brad Sherwood and Diedrich Bader. The men had never actually measured each other, but Ryan knew from the occasional glance at the urinal that he topped the others by at least an inch and a half.
“I’d do Darryl whenever he asked me to,” Colin continued in a monotone. “I never cared much for that kind of thing, but he got a big kick out of it. He said that it felt incredible. He liked me inside him, because he said it felt like we were one person then.”
“Of course, you know the questions are leading up to the big one here.”
“Of course.”
Ryan drew in a breath through his nose, swallowed, and then spoke. “Would you ever consider us… doing something?”
“Consider? Sure, but… it’s not practical. We’re married, we’ve got kids, we have to work together a lot… I just don’t think it’d be a good idea to start something like that.”
“What makes you think,” Ryan pointed out, “that we haven’t started it already?”
Colin blinked. “Huh?”
“We’ve kissed each other, hugged each other. Hell, we’ve even grabbed each other on stage.”
“That’s on stage. Not in private. Totally different thing.”
Ryan inched forward. “Is it? If we didn’t feel that comfortable with each other, there’s no way we would do things like that in front of people. I mean, I can’t picture grabbing Jeff by the nuts, or kissing Chip. I just can’t. But with you, it’s a different story.” He snorted. “You know, Drew wants to sleep with me.”
Colin snickered. “Hell, everyone knows that.”
Ryan shook his head. “No, I’m serious. He always asks me a couple of times a year if I’m interested. Says that he has it all planned out—a romantic weekend up in a cabin somewhere, in northern California. Just the two of us.”
“Oh.” Colin blinked. “I didn’t know that.”
“Well, it’s not the kind of thing that you go around telling people about, Colin.”
“Are you gonna take him up on it?”
Ryan sighed. “I like Drew, but I’m just not that attracted to him. I don’t want to hurt his feelings by saying that it’s never gonna happen, though.”
“So, to some extent, you are thinking about it?”
“Yea,” he admitted in a reluctant tone. “I’m thinking about… maybe he and I could just spend a few hours together once the show is over. I can’t picture doing anything with him right now, and then going in front of a camera. I’d look guilty and he’d look smug. There’s no hiding that kind of thing.” He paused. “The truth is that there’s only one man that I’ve ever really considered getting that close to.”
Ryan’s lips drew in and formed a thin line as he reached over and slipped his hand into Colin’s loose grip. Colin’s fingers remained limp for a moment, then curled loosely over Ryan’s. The two men lay there for several moments and stared at their hands in silence.
“I love you, Colin,” Ryan whispered. His grip tightened as he spoke. “I’ve said it a hundred times on stage as a joke, or as part of a skit. But I do. I really do love you.”
“I love you, too, Ryan.” He closed his eyes. “I think about you and me. A lot. But… aw, hell.” His eyes cracked open and he smiled. “How about this? I’m going to shut up now, and you’re going to kiss me.”
“Whatever you say,” he agreed.
A quick grin flashed over Ryan’s features, then he sobered up and moved closer to Colin. His large hands hesitated in the air, uncertain where to go, before they cupped Colin’s head to hold him steady. Both men trembled with uncertainty and the stirrings of their mutual desires. They had shared many kisses on stage, mostly off-centered smooches that landed on the other person’s upper lip or cheek, or kisses where one or both of them kept their lips firm and drawn in—done purely for comedic effect. Now, for the first time, they kissed in a slow, passionate manner with full lips and a mutually-shared indrawn breath. When their lips met, each of them felt a lightning bolt of excitement shoot through them. The exchange heated up as they pressed their bodies together and released soft groans of delight. Ryan opened his mouth a little and Colin did the same, and their tongues brushed together in a warm, raspy touch.
Ryan broke away then, his face wrinkled with anxiety. He swallowed and took in several deep, panting breaths as he fought to get himself under control, his chest heaving against Colin’s stomach.
“I know that I’ve wanted this, but I don’t know if I can do it.”
“Oh, now you’re just being a tease,” Colin replied in a gentle mocking tone.
Ryan let out a breath of laughter and Colin joined him. Then, with a confident touch, Colin pulled his upper body down over him and hugged his friend. His palms pressed down against Ryan’s skin and he rubbed his back to relax him, and they lay there holding each other for a minute.
“We don’t have to do anything, you know,” Colin mumbled into his ear. “You can just hold me, or kiss me. That’s all. I don’t expect anything from you, Ryan. I never have.”
“I know.” Ryan lifted himself onto his elbows and stared into Colin’s dark brown eyes with a gentle smile. “Why don’t we just start there and see where it leads, then?”
“Sounds good.”
They resumed their kiss as if nothing had happened. Each man let his hands roam over the familiar territory of the other’s body, and their hearts beat against one another with strong, solid thuds against their chests. This time, when Colin’s tongue made its way into Ryan’s mouth, Ryan did not protest. Instead, he pressed his face tighter against his friend and relished the passionate exchange. They moved closer together and let their hips rest against one another.
“You’re hard,” Colin remarked between kisses.
“Better believe it.” Ryan tightened his buttocks and pushed his hips forward. “So are you.”
They kissed again, then stopped to catch their breaths for a moment. Colin put both hands on Ryan’s hips and urged him to press against him again, which Ryan did with a small smile of happiness.
Wrapped up with their shared pleasures, it felt as if time had stopped. Everything about Colin filled Ryan’s senses—the scent of his cologne, the smoothness of his neck, the warmth of his breath against his lips, the tiny whimpers of sexual desire that he released each time Ryan’s hands traveled to another part of his body. Colin reveled in the feel of Ryan’s closely-shaven face against his, and he stroked the taut nipples for a long time, delighted by the rigid flesh beneath his fingertips.
Ryan pulled back and reached down to free himself of his underwear, which he unceremoniously kicked to the end of the bed. Colin reached down to remove his own clothing, but Ryan stopped him with a shake of his head.
“Let me.”
Colin moved his hands away from his waist and rested them on either side of his hips. “Okay,” he agreed.
With a quick look up at Colin for reassurance, Ryan scooted himself lower on the bed. He set his palm flat on Colin’s stomach and massaged it, then trailed his hand down to one thigh and ran his hand fingers along the hairless flesh between Colin’s thighs, his gaze riveted on the growing bulge beneath the other man’s black underwear. He brought his long fingers up and caressed the firm flesh hidden under the thin layer of cotton, kneading it with the expertise that only another man can duplicate.
“You’re teasing me again,” Colin reprimanded him.
Ryan chuckled and nodded, then reached up and slid his fingers underneath the elastic band. His fingernails brushed against the curly hairs as he tugged down the underwear and freed Colin’s growing erection. His penis bowed down as the elastic passed over it, and then all seven inches of flesh bounced into the air. Ryan slipped the clothing off Colin’s body. He twirled it around on one finger with a flourish before he let it fly through the air and land on the floor.
“Showoff.”
Ryan grinned. “What can I say? I’m a showman to the end.”
“What do you mean ‘the end’? Oh, this is only the beginning. Trust me.”
Colin took Ryan by the hand and pulled him back up to share another quick kiss, then he made him lie on his side and began to plant kisses along the other man’s face and chest. He made his way down Ryan’s body slowly, teasing those beautiful nipples of his for a while before he followed the thin trail of hair from Ryan’s chest to his stomach. The tip of Ryan’s erection brushed against the bottom of hischeek as he ran his tongue along Ryan’s belly button, and he heard a gasp as he made gentle contact with the sensitive skin.
“Relax,” he crooned. “Just relax.”
Without hesitation, Colin brought his lips down and encircled the swollen head. He brought one hand up and splayed his fingers around the base of the enormous penis, and used his other hand to guide the stiff pole into his mouth. Then, with a skill that Ryan never knew his friend possessed, Colin drew the entire length of Ryan’s dick into his mouth until the head bumped against the back of his throat. Ryan expected Colin to gag or pull back then, but instead Colin eased the penis back out and slid it back in at a faster pace, his cheeks creating a tight well around the engorged member. The roughness of his taste buds rubbing against the underside of the shaft made Ryan shiver.
“Colin—“ Ryan tried to speak, but words failed him. No one, not even his wife, had ever displayed such talent in giving him a blowjob.
Colin duplicated the move several more times before he pulled back to stare in awe at the beautiful prize in his hands. He wrapped his left hand around the large, swollen shaft and pumped it several times, running the loose flesh against the hard inner core with practiced ease, then he moved back up on the bed and pressed his own genitals against Ryan’s penis. He used both hands to encircle their joined members and unite them in an act of mutual masturbation. Ryan brought his own hands down as well, and the two men groaned with satisfaction.
“Oh, yea,” Ryan said as he pressed his forehead against Colin’s. He tilted his head so that he and Colin could share another passionate kiss, their tongues moving together and darting in and out of each other’s mouths just as their lower regions shared in the same special pleasure.
“Get on top,” Colin begged him. “I want you on top.”
Ryan obeyed the desperate command, and the two men rolled over so that Colin would be beneath him. He reached up and cupped Colin’s shoulders as he pushed the other man’s body deeper into the mattress, their hips pressed together and their erections side-by-side against their lower bellies. Colin wrapped his legs around Ryan’s hips and urged him into a gentle rocking motion, his eyes closed and his open mouth releasing little moans with each push against him.
Ryan grit his teeth and pressed his sweaty temple against Colin’s cheek. He could feel their pulses beat together, and the throbbing sensation against his ear brought his desire up another notch. He also felt it mixed with a desperation, however.
“This is nice,” he admitted, “but—“
“But it’s not enough,” Colin finished the sentence for him. “I know. I feel it, too.”
“I feel like I want more,” Ryan gulped.
“Me, too. Me, too.”
The bedsprings released deeper and more frequent squeaks as Ryan picked up the pace, and the two men tugged and pulled at one another in a desperate frenzy for several minutes before they slowed down and looked at one another.
“Do you think… we… we can try it, Col?” Ryan panted. “I want us to. I really do.”
Colin winced, torn between the memory of his last attempt and his burning desire to please himself and Ryan. “You won’t hurt me?” he pleaded.
“I won’t.” Ryan pulled his head back and took in a couple of quick breaths, then pulled himself away with a groan and reached for the nightstand behind him. He fumbled inside for a moment, his erection on standby as he pressed it into the firm mattress, then he rolled back over with a tube of gel in his hand. “For Pat and I,” he explained in a breathless voice. “When she drops by.”
Colin nodded and took the tube away from Ryan, squeezed some of its contents out into his left hand, then reached back and rubbed the gel against his ass. He inserted a finger and urged the liquid up into his body, wincing at the strange feeling.
“Let me do it,” Ryan whispered.
Ryan moved onto his knees and directed Colin onto his back as he squirted the gelatinous substance onto the fingers of his right hand. Colin rested his feet on Ryan’s thighs, then put his hands under his legs and spread them apart to open himself up.
“Please don’t hurt me,” he begged him again. “Be careful.”
“I could never hurt you. Never.”
Ryan tested the opening of Colin’s body with slow, careful brushes of his fingertips, and once he found the right angle, he eased his index finger into the tight opening a little bit at a time until the finger disappeared up to the second knuckle.
“You have to… work it,” Colin told him. Colin’s hands gripped the undersides of his own thighs even tighter and his fingertips turned white as they pressed into his flesh. “Make sure you can get a couple of fingers in there before you even try.”
“Relax,” Ryan soothed him. He used his other hand to gently squeeze and manipulate Colin’s sack as he pulled his finger out, then reinserted it. He rubbed the fingertip along his rectum, and felt the gel rub against the ribbed interior of Colin’s body. The sensation sent another shiver through Ryan, and he eased a second finger into the constricted opening. This time, as he pushed his fingers in up to the knuckles, Colin let out a sudden gasp and dropped his head back.
“Do that again!” Colin ordered in a rough, barking tone.
Ryan, who froze in the certainty that he’d hurt Colin, let out a puff of air in relief. He repeated the movement that he’d just done with his hand and Colin jumped a little again and released another grunt of pleasure. As a third finger joined the other two, Colin released his own legs and put his hands on either side of his head, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Ryan looked down, and he smiled when he noticed that it looked like Colin’s penis had jumped.
“Now.”
That single word, uttered in a low and guttural voice by Colin, gave Ryan all the encouragement he needed. Ryan pushed his friend’s lower body up from the bed and hooked his arms under the other man’s knees. He positioned the tip of his penis—now so swollen and red that it almost hurt—against the moist opening, and he directed himself into the constricted passage with his right hand. It took longer time than Ryan expected to push the large head of his penis into Colin, and then he had to pause to let the tight opening readjust to the foreign object.
“How’s that?”
Colin gave him a quick nod. “Good. Good, just… give it a minute.”
Ryan obeyed, even though the urge to move his aching genitals made him tighten the muscles in his jaw. To distract himself, he reached between them and cupped Colin’s penis in his hand. The repetitious motion of his hand up and down the swollen shaft seemed to help relax Colin, and Ryan let out a sigh of relief as the man’s rectum relaxed and took in another two inches of his desperate flesh.
“Can I…?”
“Try it,” Colin said in a choking voice.
“I don’t want it to hurt. Does it hurt?”
“A little,” Colin confessed. “But… it feels good, too.”
With a long intake of breath, Ryan tilted Colin’s hips up a little more and gave an experimental push. He sank in another three inches before Colin gave out a little whimper of pain. He started to pull back again, but Colin reached down and took his hand. Ryan’s face revealed the worry and desperation that tortured him as he retreated a few inches, and then urged his penis deeper into the constricted space. He reached a certain distance and, surprisingly, felt his dick move deeper in without effort. Ryan’s hips thumped against Colin’s with a smack, and both men let out cries of relief.
Sweat ran down Colin’s forehead and dampened his gray hair. “It’s not that bad,” he panted. “Just… let’s get used to this a second.”
“Sure.”
Ryan reached up and brushed beads of sweat away from his own eyes, surprised that he hadn’t noticed earlier just how much effort had gone into their act. He whistled and planted both hands on either side of Colin’s body as he made himself more comfortable on his knees, then slowly shifted his hips to make more room for himself in the other man’s body.
“Tough,” he remarked.
“Yea,” Colin agreed. He stroked Ryan’s forearms and smiled. “But I’ve got to say, it’s worth it. Darryl was right. This is incredible. Do you like it?”
Ryan paused. He’d been so preoccupied with not hurting Colin that he’d barely paid attention, but now that the hard task of joining himself with Colin had ended, he began to notice the growing need in his private parts for release.
“I am hornier than I think I’ve ever been before,” he admitted. “I’m just surprised that I haven’t blown it yet.”
“Same with me. You started jerking me off, and I was sure that I’d lose it on you.” Colin touched his erect, curved penis with a smile. “So what do you say we wrap this up?”
“Good idea.”
Ryan grunted and moved his hips from side to side, relieved to find that his penis no longer felt strangled by a lack of space. The smooth cushion of the gel allowed him to shift around and pull in and out with greater ease, and after only a minute of uncertainty, he established a rhythm that the two of them found comfortable. The brief pause in their activity seemed to spur the two of them to a higher level of sexual hunger now, and they began to grind against one another without effort and with no fear of pain.
Flesh smacked against flesh as Ryan pushed himself into Colin’s body., withdrew, then moved forward again Colin’s strong legs wrapped around him and he lifted his hips with each thrust, urging him to go deeper and harder into him. He held onto Ryan with a strong grip, his fingers tight against the muscles of the man’s buttocks and his palms pressed against his hips. Their sweat-covered bodies slid together, their flesh like fire and their muscles working furiously against one another.
“Ryan!”
Colin’s eyes lit up with a sudden understanding as Ryan’s penis touched the right areas inside him and sent incredible waves of ecstasy throughout his body. He stared up at him in awe as he ran his hands up and down the other man’s forearms. Ryan’s eyes locked with Colin’s in that moment, and he, too, understood what Colin referred to earlier. It felt as if they had become one being, one creature filled with love and desire and power, sharing a chemistry that they had only known with their wives before that moment.
When the end came, it came swiftly. Ryan felt himself release into Colin’s body with a strong jerk, and he almost screamed in relief from the sudden release of pressure. At the same time, Colin threw his head back and let out a screech as he came, his body trembling uncontrollably beneath Ryan’s rigid frame. A slick warmth spread between Ryan and Colin’s stomach, and the tight rod of flesh against Ryan’s stomach began to go limp.
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” Ryan cried out.
“Ryan!”
Colin’s fingers dug into Ryan’s buttocks as Ryan finished up, and he curled his head against his shoulder as the two of them rocked together. Ryan held his friend close to him as both men came down from the incredible high of sexual pleasure that they’d just shared. As he withdrew his limp member from Colin’s body, he rolled onto his side and faced Colin, shivering and panting, his eyes closed.
I just slept with Colin, his brain
repeated over and over again. I just slept with Colin…
Ryan expected to feel shock, or even revulsion, over the act that they had just committed, but instead he felt a quiet peace settle over him. When his breathing slowed and he opened his eyes again, he found Colin staring at him with adoration. As he stared into the deep brown gaze of Colin’s eyes, Ryan felt any uncertainties inside him slip away.
“Thank you,” Colin said in a whispery voice. His hand trembled as he reached up and brushed his fingertips against Ryan’s chin. “That was great. That was so great.”
“No, thank you,” Ryan replied. He cupped Colin’s hand to his cheek, then kissed it. “I didn’t think that we could… share something like that. I’m glad we did.”
“Me, too.”
The two men lay there, and their eyelids grew heavier as the sweat dried from their bodies. Colin lifted his left arm, and without any further instructions, Ryan rolled over onto his side and put his back to Colin, then cuddled up against him. Colin reached his arm over Ryan’s chest and took his hand, kissed the back of his neck and spooned his body against him. He pressed his nose against the damp, curly hairs on the back of Ryan’s head inhaled the warm scent with a little smile of pleasure.
“I love you, Colin,” Ryan mumbled as he felt himself begin to sink into the comfortable blackness of sleep.
“I love you, too, Ryan. With all my heart.”
“With all my heart,” Ryan echoed.