[FIC] Last Night

[clayangel]

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. I catch Ryan’s eyes across the room. He’s caught up in some political argument between Drew and Greg with no chance of escape. He gives me a warm smile, pleading for rescue. On any other night, I’d simply answer him with a cheeky grin of my own and skip off talk to Wayne or Brad, leaving him stranded, but not tonight.

It’s the wrap party for this season, and we’ve all gathered at Drew’s place. It’s the last time most of us will see each other before next spring. I, myself, have an early flight in the morning, and I’m going to get absolutely no sleep, but that’s okay. I’ll sleep on the plane.

What it means, though, is that tonight is the last time Ryan and I are going to see each other for months, and I’m sure as Hell not going to waste it playing cards and drinking.

“Hey, Ry? Can I talk to you?” I bend down low over his chair, speaking the words directly into his ear. Not a whisper – don’t want to give the impression that I’m up to something – but an undeniable request for his attention.

“Sure, Col, what’s up?” He grins apologetically at Drew and Greg, and they wave him off without a thought.

As we walk away, I start in about what to get Deb for her birthday; it’s the first thing that comes to mind and banal enough so that anyone overhearing the conversation would lose interest almost immediately.

Ryan nods along with my words, half trailing me as we move into the kitchen. Once inside, I take his beer from him, placing both our cups on the counter, and he closes the door.

I’m just turning back toward him when suddenly his hands are fisted in my shirt, pressing me back. His mouth is on mine, lavishing me with wet kisses between desperate thank yous.

“Those two can be so fucking boring sometimes,” he grounds out, and then his mouth is over mine once more.

I have to laugh at him, but he doesn’t mind. He swallows the sound, taking it down his throat eagerly, one hand smoothing out my shirt while the other fumbles at my zipper. Eventually that requires too much of his concentration, so he rips his mouth from mine to look down at his shaking hands.

I’m still chuckling, my arms stretched out behind me to prop myself up against the counter, head thrown back, eyes closed.

“I wasn’t going to let them keep you the whole night,” I breathe. There are more words on my lips, but they’re cut off in a shudder when he wraps hands cooled by his beer around my shaft. He knows just how much pressure I like, knows just the way to slide and twist to have me at the brink almost immediately, but I can’t let it go this far, not here.

“Someone will come in,” I say, pushing off from the counter and taking hold of his hands, prying him off with more restraint than I knew I had.

He’s protesting but I insist, and it’s a good thing I do because seconds later we hear voices just outside the kitchen door.

When Drew and Greg enter, we’ve managed to completely compose ourselves. After all, after so many years, we’ve had practice. My jeans are fastened, my erection hidden beneath my shirt, and I’m pressed against the counter as I refill our clear plastic cups from the keg.

“...those earrings I got at Kay’s,” Ryan is saying, picking up partway through a sentence as though we’ve been having this discussion all the while. “Those diamond heart things. She loves them.”

Any residual flush I hide behind a huge, fortifying gulp of beer as I hand Ryan his refilled cup. “They sound perfect,” I reply, not missing a beat and then nod to Drew and Greg in greeting, but they’re still too caught up in their own conversation to pay us much mind.

Something occurs to me.

“I could probably order them online if you could point them out to me.”

Ryan has seated himself at the kitchen’s island, and I settle myself next to him, half sitting on the counter, a smile on my lips.

Ryan gets it immediately. “Sure.”

“Drew,” I call out, turning slightly to get his attention, “do you think I could use your computer?”

“Huh?” He looks up, almost startled to find Ryan and I in the room. “What? Sure, yeah. It’s upstairs. Second door to the left.”

I grin at Ryan again, and we waste no time in getting up and out of there, practically running down the hall and up the wide staircase. Ryan precedes me into the room, so I take the opportunity to close and lock the door. Almost before I’m finished, Ryan has me up against it, hands resting to either side of my head, chest pressing me against the wood, kissing me.

We have a semblance of privacy now, so he takes the time to explore my mouth, to touch every inch of it with his tongue in a dance we’ve done a thousand times or more, but it never gets old. His kisses still leave me breathless, somehow sated but craving more.


I feel the weight of my belt as he unhooks it, the gritty slick and slide of leather and the chink of the buckle. He unfastens my jeans and dives in, both hands warm now, encasing my erection as he keeps his mouth over mine.

His fingers are rough on my shaft, tight and clumsy in his haste. I try to shush him, calm him between kisses, whispering assurances against his parted lips.

He doesn’t respond, but he does slow his ministrations to an almost maddeningly slow pace that leaves me trembling against the door, my hands clutching his shoulders. When he reaches the crown and swipes his thumb across the slit, I actually let out a sound that’s embarrassingly close to a mewl and dig my fingers into his shirt tight enough that I’m surprised I don’t tear it.

He keeps his left hand wrapped loosely around my shaft, but his right dives in deeper, down between my legs to caress the smooth skin just behind my balls. He strokes me in time to the press of his fingers between my legs, each accompanied by a lingering kiss, first on my mouth, next at the corner of my lips, and then up along my jaw until he reaches my ear and whispers, “I want to be inside you.”

I’m an absolute mess. Breathing is becoming difficult, and coherent speech nearly impossible, but I pull myself together enough to say, “We don’t have time.”

He swallows. His body is flush against mine; I feel his adams apple bob against my own throat. “Please,” he begs, deep and low, and I nearly come from that word alone, uttered hot and wet against the shell of my ear.

And I’ll be damned if I’m going to say no to that.

“Okay,” I say. “Okay. Okay. Okay.” It’s rushed, the words meaningless sound, something to focus on to collect myself, to get my mind off the way he’s touching the skin around my entrance with the tips of his fingers, feather light and painfully good.

I nudge him back, needing some space to breath, and he obliges for a moment before together we attack the lip of my jeans, both of us needing them off me as soon as humanly possible.

And there’s a knock at the door.

My back is still pressed against the wood, and the vibration jars me more than the sound. That is, until Greg calls out, “You guys done in there? I wanted to show Brad my site.” His nasal twang definitely knocks my arousal down a notch.

“Almost,” Ryan replies. His cheeks are flushed a deep pink, but his voice is still strong. “Hold on.”

There are whispers beyond the wood, words I can’t make out. I’m not even trying. Instead I’m fixing my pants and belt with shaking hands, and I’m giggling. I have no idea why, but this is just too funny.

Ryan raises his eyebrows at me, but I can see the smile in his eyes.
“It’s not meant to be,” I say very quietly.

Ryan laughs outright now. “Like Hell it’s not.”

I love the challenge in his voice, but I’ve got to regain some control before we let the others in. I draw up images: Drew in a speedo, Ryan with Pat, and yeah, that does it.

“Ready?”

I give a succinct nod, and Ryan hands me his beer. I hadn’t even realized he’d brought it with him, but the cold drink helps a little to take the flush from my cheeks.

“Ready,” I say, and hand him the beer back. He downs it and tosses the empty cup in a bin by the door before we head back out. If Greg or Brad look at us strangely, we don’t notice. We’re far too interested in continuing this seemingly fruitless search.

Ryan takes my hand as we descend the stairs. I think the beer is starting to get to him, starting to get to us both, because he can’t stop smiling and I’m starting to giggle again.

It’s all a game, a twisted sort of hide and seek.

We reach the lower landing, and his hand slips from mine to slide up my arm and down across my shoulder blades, settling in the small of my back. His fingers press the material to my skin, his hand warm.

“Where to?”

There are voices coming from the direction of the living room, so I look around... and find the front door. I smile. Ryan follows my gaze and I can sense his grin growing wider more than see it.

“Want to go outside? For a cigarette, of course.”

He’s almost laughing when he nods his reply, and then my hand is in his again, and he’s tugging me toward the door. He eases it open; luckily Drew keeps the hinges well oiled, and only a soft shick gives us away when the door shuts; far too quiet to be heard rooms away.

I feel like a teenager again when Ryan pulls me across the lawn, heading for the backyard. Not that I did anything like this as a teenager, or ever for that matter, but this is Ryan, and just being around him makes me feel young and in love, full of life.

We get around back, and he immediately pushes me up against the brick, mouth fumbling for mine in sloppy, wet kisses that I love. He’s breathing harshly, and when I go to undo his slacks, I feel he’s already hard. I can’t help but moan into his mouth in anticipation.

Unlike Ryan, I can actually concentrate on kissing him while I stroke his shaft. It’s almost a curse, my ability to stay logical at times like these. I’d love to get lost the way he does, but at the same time, I would never give up the presence of mind to be able to watch him lose control.
He braces his hands to either side of me, head bowed into my shoulder and grunts softly. Just to be able to make him come, to watch him, hear him, feel him, would be enough for me, but he won’t allow it.

Just moments later he pulls back, shaking his head, already too muddled in lust to form an actual sentence.

“In you. Please. Now.”

I want to cry, he’s so gorgeous like this, that I do this to him. But I nod and unfasten my jeans faster that I knew I could, slipping them and my underwear down to my knees before turning and pillowing my head on my upraised arms against the side of Drew’s house.

He makes a small sound, a cross between excited and disgruntled. He doesn’t like this. He likes to face me, to be able to see me, kiss me, but that’s not an option right now.

So instead, he just goes on instinct, spitting into his hand, the only lubricant available, and preparing both himself and me before wrapping one arm around my waist and taking me in his other hand as he slowly pushes into me.

God, it’s been so long, and I don’t know how I’m going to last. I try to bring back that damned concentration I’m far too good at, but he’s hot against my back, breath washing over my neck between soft kisses and murmured endearments, and I can’t.

I shut my eyes tight, trying to focus on the rough concrete beneath my arms, but Ryan’s arm tightens around my waist, and he’s making these small, nearly whimpering cries. His fingers twitch over my stomach, and I think that I’m going to lose it right then and there, but I hold back, bite my lip and press back against him. I don’t know when I’m going to see him again; I need this to last.

But it doesn’t matter because Ryan suddenly picks up his pace, cooing into my neck and then stiffening, and I can feel him inside me, so hot, and I let go, moaning into my arms. He hugs me to him, breathing loud and wet, poised.

All I can do for a few moments is just breathe in a vain attempt to regain some of myself.

Just as Ryan’s breathing softens and he begins to pull back, I feel something hit the top of my head, a soft tap and then another when it bounces off and hits the patio beneath us.

In unison, Ryan and I look down. I stare for a moment, bewildered. It’s a cigarette.

“After that display, I thought you might need one.”

My head shoots up so quickly I’m surprised I don’t get whiplash. Just above us, a second story window is open, and Greg and Brad are smiling down at us with shit eating grins.

“Crap,” Ryan murmurs into my neck, but I can feel the smile in his voice. I guess the secret is out.

I thank God for the near blackness surrounding us because I don’t think there’s any hiding my sudden, fierce blush. I can’t speak, just bury my head in my arms again and groan, so Ryan takes it upon himself to address our audience.

“So, I guess you know...?”

Greg just laughs. “Subtle you two are not.”

And Brad is laughing, too, saying something too low for me to hear. At least they don’t sound upset.

Greg calls down again. “Do up your pants, and I’ll join you in that cigarette. All right?”

Ryan grumbles some sort of affirmative, but I’m still too embarrassed to move, and he pulls up my pants for me.

“Hey, come on.” Ryan grins into my ear, whispering in a way that makes me want him all over again.

I shake my head. “I can’t believe they saw us.”

He loops his arms around my waist again to pull me into a chaste hug, still grinning. “They had to find out eventually. Besides,” and now he rubs against me, still half hard, and I just blush deeper, “maybe they’ll let us get out of here early, and we can continue this in a more comfortable place.”

I twist a little to look at him over my shoulder and give a weak smile. “You’d be up for that?”

“With you?” He presses a kiss to my cheek and laughs. “Always.”

I’m not going to get any sleep tonight, but that’s okay. I grin and turn in Ryan’s arms, pecking him on the nose before I run my thumb over his lips. I can sleep on the plane.

End.