[FIC] Last Night

Title: Last Night
Pairing: Ryan/Colin, Colin’s POV
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “It’s all a game, a twisted sort of hide and seek.”
Author’s Notes: This is my Valentine's fic for kalimyre I have to apoligize again because I would have liked this story to be more than this. Fleshed out at least, but there were circumstances. *shakes head* And it really is the most porn-ish thing I've ever written. I'm so sorry. ^_^

( The party is nowhere near winding down, so to leave now is out of the question. )

[FIC] Last Night

Title: Last Night
Pairing: Ryan/Colin, Colin’s POV
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “It’s all a game, a twisted sort of hide and seek.”
Author’s Notes: This is my Valentine's fic for kalimyre I have to apoligize again because I would have liked this story to be more than this. Fleshed out at least, but there were circumstances. *shakes head* And it really is the most porn-ish thing I've ever written. I'm so sorry. ^_^

( The party is nowhere near winding down, so to leave now is out of the question. )

[FIC] Sitting Out Dances

Title: Sitting Out Dances
Pair(?)ing: Ryan/Colin/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hot man sex. No plot beyond that at all. Seriously, this reads like a bad porn scenario.
Author’s Notes: This is inspired by a discussion that Lorena and I had, and was also something we both wanted to see in our Valentine's fic, amusingly enough. And yeah. *shakes head* I've been writing too much smut lately. ^_^

( “It’s almost amusing,” I say and pluck the cigarette Greg is offering from his outstretched fingers, “that he thinks we don’t know.” )

[FIC] Sitting Out Dances

Title: Sitting Out Dances
Pair(?)ing: Ryan/Colin/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hot man sex. No plot beyond that at all. Seriously, this reads like a bad porn scenario.
Author’s Notes: This is inspired by a discussion that Lorena and I had, and was also something we both wanted to see in our Valentine's fic, amusingly enough. And yeah. *shakes head* I've been writing too much smut lately. ^_^

( “It’s almost amusing,” I say and pluck the cigarette Greg is offering from his outstretched fingers, “that he thinks we don’t know.” )