"Here Colin, make sure the door stays open." Ryan
pushed away the weight that
was holding to door open so it would open wider. "I'll go
get the boxes."
It was usually a stage hand's job to get the boxes of hats and
other props, but it
was an excuse for them to get away from Drew's rambling down on
the set
before the warm-up comic came out and spend a little time
together.
Colin stood, holding the door open as Ryan went in search of the
hiding boxes.
"Why didn't we just get the key?"
Ryan peeked out from behind a stack of empty cardboard boxes,
"Because that
would mean getting stuck down there listening to Drew."
Colin shrugged, "Oh."
Ryan grumbled and ducked around the boxes, then spotted the two
larger ones
full of hats on top of a shelf. He reached to grab the highest
one and lost his grip
as he pulled it down, it fell with a crash.
"Are you okay?" Colin ran to Ryan, pulling off the
light box and sifting through
the pile of hats.
"Fine." Ryan shook his head and sat up, putting the
fallen hats back in the box.
"Except now, thanks to you, we're stuck in here."
Colin grimaced as the door snicked shut. "Oops."
"Oh well. At least we have some time to kill. They probably
won't come looking
for us until the warm-up comic is almost done." Ryan
shrugged, standing up and
plopping down on a large bean bag.
"But that could take like an hour." Colin plopped down
beside Ryan, pulling the
tall man slightly onto his lap.
"I know." Ryan purred into Colin's ear, then placed a
wet kiss on top of Colin's
head, licking his way to Colin's far back hairline.
"Oh Ryan..." Colin grinned, letting his arms slide
around Ryan as the man slid to
straddle his lap facing him. "But they could come looking
for us any minute."
Colin put his head to Ryan's chest and felt the slight rumble as
he laughed.
"I know." Ryan kissed above Colin's eyebrows.
"You're evil, you know that?" Colin smirked as Ryan
pushed him to the bean
bag, pinning him easily.
"Of course." Ryan grinned, making a face that could
only be described as
Satanic. He ran his hands over the little bit of exposed chest,
then began slowly
undoing the buttons on Colin's blue shirt.
Colin had only seen this side of Ryan on rare occasions, but it
was one he liked.
He let the other man take charge and managed to contain himself
as best he could.
His hands finding the familiar, yet tantalizing, nipples, Ryan
kissed his lover's lips
once more.
"Oh...God..." the words slipped out of Colin's lips as
a low moan. Ryan had
found his way to the suddenly *way* too tight pants.
Ryan breathed heavily on the thick fabric, then licked his way up
the zipper. His
lips nimble from years of practice, he took the zipper in his
teeth and lowered it.
Another thin groan escaped Colin's lips as his eyes rolled back
into his skull.
Ryan was working his tongue over the cotton boxers, working
wonders as
always. "You're killing me..."
Ryan's warm lips and tongue devoured the hardness within the
cotton barrier,
eliciting a series of moans and whimpers from his companion.
Colin was weak, he was putty in Ryan's hands, more so in his
mouth. Ryan was
usually not one to tease, and the poor Canadian just couldn't
take it. "Please..."
his voice was thin and pleading.
Almost casually, Ryan let his tongue slide past the open fly of
the boxers, then
ran it up the hard length, bringing it out into the open. He
worked his tongue over
Colin's cock, then hungrily took it into his throat.
Colin clawed at the bean bag chair with one hand as the other
buried itself in
Ryan's curls. Within moments, he felt his body growing warm,
awaiting the
orgasm's arrival.
Ryan held himself up with one hand, his left blindly trying to
undo his belt and
lower his slacks as he bobbed his head, fluttering his tongue on
the head with
each movement.
"Oh...God..." Col whimpered, opening his eyes just
enough to watch Ryan
stroke his own hard cock.
Ryan took Colin in deep on last time, then managed a slight
swallow, bringing
the man over the edge.
A small yelp escaped Colin's lips as he gave his wet cock a few
careful pumps,
coming on his thighs and staining his tan slacks.
Ryan let out a low rumble, then slid back into a kneeling
position. Moments later,
he came into his hand, then wiped it off on his lover's pants.
"Wow..." Colin sighed, rolling his head along his
shoulders.
"Yeah." Ryan smiled, his whole body on fire. "Not
bad for a quickie."
Both perked up as they heard heavy steps in the hallway.
Scrambling for purchase,
they managed to adjust themselves as the keys turned in the lock
and Drew
poked his head in.
"There you two are!" Drew grumbled, shaking his head,
"We've been looking for
you for ten minutes!"
"We thought it would be nice to get the hats," Ryan
lied.
"Yeah, and got locked in," Colin added.
"Then had a quickie, right?" Drew rolled his eyes.
"No, we didn't have sex!" Ryan felt the blush rising in
his already hot cheeks.
"You might want to try hiding the stain before you try to
convince me nothing
happened." Drew smiled pointing at Colin's pants. "Go
to wardrobe. I'll see
you on set."
Ryan shrugged, giving Colin a small kiss as they walked out.
"It could have
been worse."
"Yeah." Colin replied frazzled, but possessing the
mildly amused look he always
seemed to carry.
*****
END
*****