'Carousel'. Ry/Col Fic. Part Ten.
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Title: Carousel
Rating: 17+
Paring: Ry/Col. (Hints of Greg/Jeff and slightly mentions of Greg/Ryan but neither main focus.)
A/N: Here's part ten! I figure I may just get these chapters out as I'm getting to the end! :)
This is the last chapter, though there is an epilogue, which I will add later this evening, then it'll be done before the weekend! :)
As always, thank you so much for the wonderful reviews, it means the world to me. And thanks to Lucy who, if you didn't know by now, is awesome! :P :D
I was dreaming, drifting through clouds peacefully, the world soft and slow. The hushed surroundings misted in and out of view and I started to float away as the world began to brighten, making me want to shield eyes I couldn't reach.
I was waking, the world disappearing completely as I blinked open my eyes, squinting at the sunlight filling the room.
When my eyes adjusted, the first thing I saw was Ryan's smile.
Resting his chin on my chest, he was pinning me down, his body draped over me with one leg wrapped tightly around mine and his arm holding my side. Our bodies were moulded together, skin on skin, and I thought that I would happily wake up like this for the rest of my life.
All the memories of the previous night flooded my senses, and I couldn't stop the contented sigh that slipped from my lips.
"Morning." I murmured, smiling at him tentatively.
He smiled back, pausing for a long moment where he just stared at me, green eyes sparkling, before speaking, his voice low and questioning, "Do I need to tie you up?"
I raised an eyebrow in response, wondering where that had come from. I still wasn't fully awake, my mind blurry, and although the idea did sound tempting, I had no idea why he'd suggested it.
"To stop you running away." He added, his voice light but I noticed the concern in his eyes. He was unsure, and he was trying to hide it but I knew him too well to miss it. I reached up to run my hand along his back, his soft skin warm beneath my fingertips and I rubbed gently, reassuringly.
"I got scared." I said quietly, honestly, trying to explain my actions that morning, two years ago, still fresh in both our minds.
Our position was almost the same, the sunlight streaming in made similar shadows, and although it was a completely different room and completely different town, the memory still echoed around.
"It's okay." He said quickly yet sincerely and I saw him start to visibly relax, his muscles loosening beneath my hand. "I didn't exactly make it clear..." He added, making me realise that even then, he wanted to be with me and if only I had stuck around, he may have told me that.
I felt almost regretful, but we were here now, and that was what mattered.
"I'm still sorry. And I'm not going anywhere." I leant up to kiss him gently, a quick peck on the lips, then I pulled back and grinned. "Well, except the bathroom, because I really need to pee."
He chuckled, dropping his head to my chest for a second, then he rolled himself off me, running his fingers briefly along the back of my hand as I moved away.
I spent as little time as possible in the bathroom, not wanting him to wonder if I was trying to avoid him.
I also didn't want to think too much yet, happy to stay in this easy pleasant dream world where there was nothing to worry about and nothing to deal with, just Ryan to kiss and touch and be with. Everything still felt a little blurry and my body was the most relaxed it had been in years.
When I came back out, Ryan was snoozing again, lying on his side with his head pillowed against his arm. I sat down next to him gently, my hand instinctively going to his hair, running my fingers through the short curls. A small smile spread across his face as he opened hooded eyes to look up at me.
"Lazy," I murmured to him, sliding down so I was lying next to him again. His arm instinctively went around me, his leg hooking over mine once more, as he curled up in my side.
He made a non-committal sound, humming against my skin, and nuzzling into me and reminding me of a giant cat. I laughed to myself quietly at the image, and he opened one eye, leaning his head back to look at me questionably.
I just smiled at him, not giving away my thoughts as I wasn't sure he'd appreciate the metaphor, and closed my own eyes, enjoying the feel of him against me. Warmth spread through my body, focused on the parts he was touching, as I stroked his arm absently.
I wasn't sure how long we lay together, drifting in and out of sleep, completely sated and calm, but I would've happily stayed like it forever.
Until a loud cheerful ringing suddenly filled the room.
My eyes shot open and I tensed up. I felt Ryan do the same beside me; either through feeling my tension, or through guessing, like I was, who was on the end of the phone.
Biting my lip, I listened to the ringing, it sounded harsh and grating, rather than the happy tone it was meant to be and it was vibrating against the floor where my jeans lay, making grinding sounds against the carpet.
Ryan loosened his grip and he pulled his arm away from me slowly, sliding so he was lying back on the bed, no longer touching me. "You better answer it, Col." He said, finally, sighing.
I gave him a concerned look and he responded with a comforting smile, but I could tell he was far from happy with the interruption.
I got up, picking my shorts up from the floor first and sliding them on, not comfortable talking without them. Then I picked up my jeans, and rummaged around for my cell.
I took a deep breath, stealing myself, staring down at the screen that had confirmed what I had thought.
"Hello, Deb." I answered finally, trying to keep my voice upbeat, cursing myself for how false the happiness sounded.
She responded in her usual cheerful way, expressing her concern for how I was, telling me about what Luke had been up to, and asking me how my evening had been. I answered all her questions calmly and simply, asking the things required of me, feeling horribly guilty and worse with each word I said.
I spared a look over at Ryan who was lying back on the bed. His eyes were closed but I knew he was awake. His leg was twitching every so often, and his fingers were tapping that imaginary beat once more on the bedspread, this time the tune fast and harsh.
"And how are things with you and Ryan now?" Deb asked kindly, her voice curious and gentle, completely non accusing and it made me feel even worse. I paused, not really sure how to answer.
Swallowing hard, I spared another glance over at Ryan. He'd halted in his movement, his fingers now flat against the bed, and I realised he had probably heard her.
"Uh, yeah we're getting along now." I muttered, hating myself for every word.
How could I do this to her?
"That's good." Deb said, and I could tell she meant it, although I heard something else in her voice as well, something curious and maybe resigned, yet I wasn't sure.
"Is he there now?" She asked, and I guessed she must've noticed something was off by how quietly I was speaking. I hadn't meant to, but this was awkward and uncomfortable and I didn't want to be talking about Ryan with her and I didn't want to be talking to her in front of Ryan, because I was hurting them both.
"Uh, yeah." I said, stupidly, and Ryan's eyes shot open, as he lifted his head up, pointing with it just slightly to the clock. It was half nine in the morning, and there really wasn't a very good reason why Ryan should be in my hotel room with me. "He... he came to join me for breakfast." Us, I should have said, join us, so it wasn't just me and Ryan, but I couldn't lie to her well, and I didn't even want to.
"That's nice." She said, but she sounded even less pleased, and even more resigned, sighing to herself, before speaking louder, "I'll leave you to it then."
She paused, and then said, her voice quiet, "I love you, Colin."
The words shot through to my chest painfully, cutting into me, and I wished I'd felt differently, wished I wasn't about to do this to her. I heard her breathing on the other end of the line, and this time, she wasn't hanging up before I said anything.
I felt like she was testing me.
And I was going to fail.
Because I couldn't do it.
Not after whispering to Ryan all night how much I loved him, letting him kiss the words from my mouth, muttering them against his skin.
I couldn't tell her that I loved her in front of him now.
I didn't say anything for what felt like a lifetime, trying to say words that had been getting harder to say and now seemed impossible.
"Bye Colin." She said finally, followed by another sigh.
I wondered just how she could know so much in such a short space of time, when even I didn't realise it all until yesterday.
I hung up the phone, feeling terrible, knowing that there was going to be more to come as soon as I got home.
Because I was sure she already knew.
I sighed myself, slipping the phone back in my jeans pocket. Holding them in my hand and just staring down at them.
I looked over at Ryan; he was still lying on the bed, perched on his elbows, as he looked back at me, concerned. He seemed much more awake than he had been previously, and I wasn't surprised because that phone call had snapped me into reality as well, quickly dismissing any remnants of sleep.
"You okay?" He asked eventually, his voice loud in the silent room.
"Not really." I replied, honestly, sighing again. I hated this. This was what I'd been trying to avoid, and I couldn't help feeling selfish for giving in and following my heart, knowing how much I was going to hurt Deb. But then I looked at Ryan and realised that the other option would break him. So whatever I did, someone was going to get hurt, and that was the worst place I could be. I knew though, that Deb would survive, she was amazingly strong, much stronger than I was even. She would cope.
So why didn't I feel better?
Ryan walked tentatively over to me, pausing when he was close but not touching, and I knew he was letting me make the first move, because he wasn't sure what I wanted.
I knew though.
I pulled him close to me, burying my face in his neck and breathing in. He hugged me tightly, and I felt instantly more relaxed, instantly better, because this was worth it. It was worth everything.
He pulled back and leant down to kiss me, slow and drawn out, soft and sleepy again, and I lost myself in the feel of him, letting the pleasure wash over me and cleanse all the pain I was feeling. He was still naked next to me, only my thin shorts separating us and I pressed my whole body against him, letting him touch every inch.
When we finally pulled back, both breathing heavily, I looked up into his eyes, still wrapped in his arms.
"I have to leave." I told him quietly, trying to prepare him, because I knew I wouldn't be able to do what I had to with him around.
Besides, he still had his tour, a show that evening, and I had mine. I had to go and perform, and then I had to go home and talk with Deb.
"I know. How long?" He asked me, tilting his head so that our temples touched, one of his hands tickling the skin on my neck whilst the other gripped my waist.
"Til' I go? Or how long until we see each other again?"
He shrugged. I bought my hand up to rub at the back of his neck, the other resting just above his ass as I stared out at the hotel room.
"I'll phone the airport to sort out a flight. Probably in a couple of hours. And I don't know. When do you finish touring?" I was already making plans, trying to arrange things in my head. Travel plans were easy, they were facts and figures and they stopped me thinking about all the emotions involved at every step.
"Three weeks." He murmured against me, still not moving, his eyes half closed as he breathed in deeply.
"Would you come meet me? After?" I asked him, formulating a plan. My mind was working on overtime, though I was sure his was barely working at all. He seemed tired again, quiet and content pressed against me.
"Of course. Where?" He said, his arms tightening around me.
"Does it matter?" I asked, teasingly, because I knew he wouldn't want to fly.
He surprised and delighted me when he whispered, certainly. "Not at all."
I paused, thinking. "In a month." I said finally. "One month and then we will go from there." I was already dreading spending that much time away from him., but I knew that I needed to, I needed to sort out things with Deb and we both had shows to perform and we couldn't do that together. After that, we could work things out for us.
"I'll miss you." He said quietly, lifting his head once more to kiss me again, sliding his hands down to my ass and pulling me closer still.
I moaned into his mouth, telling him in between kisses that I would miss him too.
He reached his hands around and played with the edge of my shorts, before tugging them down so they pooled at my feet. I kicked them off as I walked us both backwards until he was resting against the wall.
Rubbing against me, he slid his hands slowly down my stomach...
And a loud knocking on the door interrupted.
"Time to get up boys!" I heard Greg shout through the wall, banging even harder on the door. I groaned and rested against Ryan, kissing him softly, our noses touching when I pulled back.
We were both hard, our erections rubbing together as we pressed against each other. My lips were still touching his, and I felt him smirk against them, before moving away just a little and calling cheerfully over my shoulder, "Fuck off, Greg."
"No can do, stud. It's work related. So get your hands away from each other, put your clothes back on and answer the fucking door." Greg sing-songed, just as cheerfully. I couldn't help but smile almost in embarrassment at just how accurate Greg's description of our situation was. Ryan moved to kiss me again, rubbing against me once more, causing painfully hot friction and sending arousal shooting through my body.
"He'll give up eventually." He muttered against my lips, his hand reaching down to surround me.
"Or he'll get the spare key from reception." I replied, honestly, half amused, half frustrated. I knew Greg, and so did Ryan, and there was no way he would just give in, whatever we wanted. Hell, if we didn't stop, he would likely come in and watch us.
Ryan growled, rolling his eyes, but he reluctantly pulled away, giving me one long hard passionate kiss before he did, rubbing me and stroking me hard, making it even worse when we had to separate.
"Welcome back," I muttered to myself as I pulled on my clothes, the fly of my jeans rubbing painfully against me as I struggled to do them up. Gone was the happy dream world that I had been trying to slip back into after the phone call. Life had officially started again, and that meant I couldn't ignore things any longer.
Ryan was shooting me a curious look, smiling and raising an eyebrow at my quiet comment and I grinned at him, noticing he was having the same problem as I was.
When he finally opened the door, Greg wandered in, looking around amused and interested, and he seemed almost disappointed that we were both fully clothed. Jeff followed after him, sheepish, as he shrugged apologetically at us, obviously not as comfortable as Greg at interrupting.
Ryan glared daggers at Greg, and I rolled my eyes, wondering if he could be more obvious if he tried.
"Did you boys have fun?" Greg said, raising his eyebrow in interest. He was giddy and hyperactive and I was suddenly glad that I was leaving, because Ryan was going to have to deal with so many comments from him.
Ryan flipped his middle finger up, smiling cheerfully as he did.
Greg and Jeff were watching us, waiting for something, but we weren't going to give them it. I was still flushed, and incredibly turned on and there was no way I was getting closer to Ryan with them around so I leant against the wall on the opposite side of the room, whilst Ryan sat down on the bed. I saw him wince as he moved up the bed, and I knew his jeans must have rubbed in an awkward place. Thankfully, the others didn't seem to notice.
Clearly bored already with the little we were giving them, Greg and Jeff started explaining the plans for their show that evening, discussing all the details with Ryan.
I tuned out, letting their words wash over me, as I stood, leant in the corner, watching them. Every so often, Ryan would send a smile or a bored look my way and his eyes would twinkle in amusement or pleasure and I would remember exactly why I was here.
When they finally left, Ryan shuffling them out the door and pushing it closed, I was suddenly pressed against the wall hard, his mouth on mine, demanding, and his hands already undressing me.
We finished what we had started, this time with no interruptions, and it was wonderful and pleasuring and over far too quickly as time had soon passed and I had to leave to go to the airport.
He couldn't come with me.
"A month?" He asked me, both of us now dressed, his arms around me once more and his head against my neck as he kissed me there softly.
"Just a month." I told him, and we could do it, I knew. Because we'd gone two years without seeing each other, but it didn't mean it would be easy.
Especially for me, as I felt my stomach sink at everything I had to face once I left him.
"I love you." I told him again, lifting his head up gently so I could kiss him. I poured everything into the kiss, parting his lips with my tongue and exploring his mouth, running my fingers down the side of his face before slipping my hand around his neck to pull him closer.
"Love you too." He muttered against my lips when we finally pulled away, breathing heavily once more, almost in sync, as he stared into my eyes.
And then I had to pull away.
And I had to walk out of the hotel room, leaving him behind me once more.
Only this time, I knew I would see him again. And when I did, we'd be together.
And knowing that made me realise I could face anything now.
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Title: Carousel
Rating: 17+
Paring: Ry/Col. (Hints of Greg/Jeff and slightly mentions of Greg/Ryan but neither main focus.)
A/N: Here's part ten! I figure I may just get these chapters out as I'm getting to the end! :)
This is the last chapter, though there is an epilogue, which I will add later this evening, then it'll be done before the weekend! :)
As always, thank you so much for the wonderful reviews, it means the world to me. And thanks to Lucy who, if you didn't know by now, is awesome! :P :D
I was dreaming, drifting through clouds peacefully, the world soft and slow. The hushed surroundings misted in and out of view and I started to float away as the world began to brighten, making me want to shield eyes I couldn't reach.
I was waking, the world disappearing completely as I blinked open my eyes, squinting at the sunlight filling the room.
When my eyes adjusted, the first thing I saw was Ryan's smile.
Resting his chin on my chest, he was pinning me down, his body draped over me with one leg wrapped tightly around mine and his arm holding my side. Our bodies were moulded together, skin on skin, and I thought that I would happily wake up like this for the rest of my life.
All the memories of the previous night flooded my senses, and I couldn't stop the contented sigh that slipped from my lips.
"Morning." I murmured, smiling at him tentatively.
He smiled back, pausing for a long moment where he just stared at me, green eyes sparkling, before speaking, his voice low and questioning, "Do I need to tie you up?"
I raised an eyebrow in response, wondering where that had come from. I still wasn't fully awake, my mind blurry, and although the idea did sound tempting, I had no idea why he'd suggested it.
"To stop you running away." He added, his voice light but I noticed the concern in his eyes. He was unsure, and he was trying to hide it but I knew him too well to miss it. I reached up to run my hand along his back, his soft skin warm beneath my fingertips and I rubbed gently, reassuringly.
"I got scared." I said quietly, honestly, trying to explain my actions that morning, two years ago, still fresh in both our minds.
Our position was almost the same, the sunlight streaming in made similar shadows, and although it was a completely different room and completely different town, the memory still echoed around.
"It's okay." He said quickly yet sincerely and I saw him start to visibly relax, his muscles loosening beneath my hand. "I didn't exactly make it clear..." He added, making me realise that even then, he wanted to be with me and if only I had stuck around, he may have told me that.
I felt almost regretful, but we were here now, and that was what mattered.
"I'm still sorry. And I'm not going anywhere." I leant up to kiss him gently, a quick peck on the lips, then I pulled back and grinned. "Well, except the bathroom, because I really need to pee."
He chuckled, dropping his head to my chest for a second, then he rolled himself off me, running his fingers briefly along the back of my hand as I moved away.
I spent as little time as possible in the bathroom, not wanting him to wonder if I was trying to avoid him.
I also didn't want to think too much yet, happy to stay in this easy pleasant dream world where there was nothing to worry about and nothing to deal with, just Ryan to kiss and touch and be with. Everything still felt a little blurry and my body was the most relaxed it had been in years.
When I came back out, Ryan was snoozing again, lying on his side with his head pillowed against his arm. I sat down next to him gently, my hand instinctively going to his hair, running my fingers through the short curls. A small smile spread across his face as he opened hooded eyes to look up at me.
"Lazy," I murmured to him, sliding down so I was lying next to him again. His arm instinctively went around me, his leg hooking over mine once more, as he curled up in my side.
He made a non-committal sound, humming against my skin, and nuzzling into me and reminding me of a giant cat. I laughed to myself quietly at the image, and he opened one eye, leaning his head back to look at me questionably.
I just smiled at him, not giving away my thoughts as I wasn't sure he'd appreciate the metaphor, and closed my own eyes, enjoying the feel of him against me. Warmth spread through my body, focused on the parts he was touching, as I stroked his arm absently.
I wasn't sure how long we lay together, drifting in and out of sleep, completely sated and calm, but I would've happily stayed like it forever.
Until a loud cheerful ringing suddenly filled the room.
My eyes shot open and I tensed up. I felt Ryan do the same beside me; either through feeling my tension, or through guessing, like I was, who was on the end of the phone.
Biting my lip, I listened to the ringing, it sounded harsh and grating, rather than the happy tone it was meant to be and it was vibrating against the floor where my jeans lay, making grinding sounds against the carpet.
Ryan loosened his grip and he pulled his arm away from me slowly, sliding so he was lying back on the bed, no longer touching me. "You better answer it, Col." He said, finally, sighing.
I gave him a concerned look and he responded with a comforting smile, but I could tell he was far from happy with the interruption.
I got up, picking my shorts up from the floor first and sliding them on, not comfortable talking without them. Then I picked up my jeans, and rummaged around for my cell.
I took a deep breath, stealing myself, staring down at the screen that had confirmed what I had thought.
"Hello, Deb." I answered finally, trying to keep my voice upbeat, cursing myself for how false the happiness sounded.
She responded in her usual cheerful way, expressing her concern for how I was, telling me about what Luke had been up to, and asking me how my evening had been. I answered all her questions calmly and simply, asking the things required of me, feeling horribly guilty and worse with each word I said.
I spared a look over at Ryan who was lying back on the bed. His eyes were closed but I knew he was awake. His leg was twitching every so often, and his fingers were tapping that imaginary beat once more on the bedspread, this time the tune fast and harsh.
"And how are things with you and Ryan now?" Deb asked kindly, her voice curious and gentle, completely non accusing and it made me feel even worse. I paused, not really sure how to answer.
Swallowing hard, I spared another glance over at Ryan. He'd halted in his movement, his fingers now flat against the bed, and I realised he had probably heard her.
"Uh, yeah we're getting along now." I muttered, hating myself for every word.
How could I do this to her?
"That's good." Deb said, and I could tell she meant it, although I heard something else in her voice as well, something curious and maybe resigned, yet I wasn't sure.
"Is he there now?" She asked, and I guessed she must've noticed something was off by how quietly I was speaking. I hadn't meant to, but this was awkward and uncomfortable and I didn't want to be talking about Ryan with her and I didn't want to be talking to her in front of Ryan, because I was hurting them both.
"Uh, yeah." I said, stupidly, and Ryan's eyes shot open, as he lifted his head up, pointing with it just slightly to the clock. It was half nine in the morning, and there really wasn't a very good reason why Ryan should be in my hotel room with me. "He... he came to join me for breakfast." Us, I should have said, join us, so it wasn't just me and Ryan, but I couldn't lie to her well, and I didn't even want to.
"That's nice." She said, but she sounded even less pleased, and even more resigned, sighing to herself, before speaking louder, "I'll leave you to it then."
She paused, and then said, her voice quiet, "I love you, Colin."
The words shot through to my chest painfully, cutting into me, and I wished I'd felt differently, wished I wasn't about to do this to her. I heard her breathing on the other end of the line, and this time, she wasn't hanging up before I said anything.
I felt like she was testing me.
And I was going to fail.
Because I couldn't do it.
Not after whispering to Ryan all night how much I loved him, letting him kiss the words from my mouth, muttering them against his skin.
I couldn't tell her that I loved her in front of him now.
I didn't say anything for what felt like a lifetime, trying to say words that had been getting harder to say and now seemed impossible.
"Bye Colin." She said finally, followed by another sigh.
I wondered just how she could know so much in such a short space of time, when even I didn't realise it all until yesterday.
I hung up the phone, feeling terrible, knowing that there was going to be more to come as soon as I got home.
Because I was sure she already knew.
I sighed myself, slipping the phone back in my jeans pocket. Holding them in my hand and just staring down at them.
I looked over at Ryan; he was still lying on the bed, perched on his elbows, as he looked back at me, concerned. He seemed much more awake than he had been previously, and I wasn't surprised because that phone call had snapped me into reality as well, quickly dismissing any remnants of sleep.
"You okay?" He asked eventually, his voice loud in the silent room.
"Not really." I replied, honestly, sighing again. I hated this. This was what I'd been trying to avoid, and I couldn't help feeling selfish for giving in and following my heart, knowing how much I was going to hurt Deb. But then I looked at Ryan and realised that the other option would break him. So whatever I did, someone was going to get hurt, and that was the worst place I could be. I knew though, that Deb would survive, she was amazingly strong, much stronger than I was even. She would cope.
So why didn't I feel better?
Ryan walked tentatively over to me, pausing when he was close but not touching, and I knew he was letting me make the first move, because he wasn't sure what I wanted.
I knew though.
I pulled him close to me, burying my face in his neck and breathing in. He hugged me tightly, and I felt instantly more relaxed, instantly better, because this was worth it. It was worth everything.
He pulled back and leant down to kiss me, slow and drawn out, soft and sleepy again, and I lost myself in the feel of him, letting the pleasure wash over me and cleanse all the pain I was feeling. He was still naked next to me, only my thin shorts separating us and I pressed my whole body against him, letting him touch every inch.
When we finally pulled back, both breathing heavily, I looked up into his eyes, still wrapped in his arms.
"I have to leave." I told him quietly, trying to prepare him, because I knew I wouldn't be able to do what I had to with him around.
Besides, he still had his tour, a show that evening, and I had mine. I had to go and perform, and then I had to go home and talk with Deb.
"I know. How long?" He asked me, tilting his head so that our temples touched, one of his hands tickling the skin on my neck whilst the other gripped my waist.
"Til' I go? Or how long until we see each other again?"
He shrugged. I bought my hand up to rub at the back of his neck, the other resting just above his ass as I stared out at the hotel room.
"I'll phone the airport to sort out a flight. Probably in a couple of hours. And I don't know. When do you finish touring?" I was already making plans, trying to arrange things in my head. Travel plans were easy, they were facts and figures and they stopped me thinking about all the emotions involved at every step.
"Three weeks." He murmured against me, still not moving, his eyes half closed as he breathed in deeply.
"Would you come meet me? After?" I asked him, formulating a plan. My mind was working on overtime, though I was sure his was barely working at all. He seemed tired again, quiet and content pressed against me.
"Of course. Where?" He said, his arms tightening around me.
"Does it matter?" I asked, teasingly, because I knew he wouldn't want to fly.
He surprised and delighted me when he whispered, certainly. "Not at all."
I paused, thinking. "In a month." I said finally. "One month and then we will go from there." I was already dreading spending that much time away from him., but I knew that I needed to, I needed to sort out things with Deb and we both had shows to perform and we couldn't do that together. After that, we could work things out for us.
"I'll miss you." He said quietly, lifting his head once more to kiss me again, sliding his hands down to my ass and pulling me closer still.
I moaned into his mouth, telling him in between kisses that I would miss him too.
He reached his hands around and played with the edge of my shorts, before tugging them down so they pooled at my feet. I kicked them off as I walked us both backwards until he was resting against the wall.
Rubbing against me, he slid his hands slowly down my stomach...
And a loud knocking on the door interrupted.
"Time to get up boys!" I heard Greg shout through the wall, banging even harder on the door. I groaned and rested against Ryan, kissing him softly, our noses touching when I pulled back.
We were both hard, our erections rubbing together as we pressed against each other. My lips were still touching his, and I felt him smirk against them, before moving away just a little and calling cheerfully over my shoulder, "Fuck off, Greg."
"No can do, stud. It's work related. So get your hands away from each other, put your clothes back on and answer the fucking door." Greg sing-songed, just as cheerfully. I couldn't help but smile almost in embarrassment at just how accurate Greg's description of our situation was. Ryan moved to kiss me again, rubbing against me once more, causing painfully hot friction and sending arousal shooting through my body.
"He'll give up eventually." He muttered against my lips, his hand reaching down to surround me.
"Or he'll get the spare key from reception." I replied, honestly, half amused, half frustrated. I knew Greg, and so did Ryan, and there was no way he would just give in, whatever we wanted. Hell, if we didn't stop, he would likely come in and watch us.
Ryan growled, rolling his eyes, but he reluctantly pulled away, giving me one long hard passionate kiss before he did, rubbing me and stroking me hard, making it even worse when we had to separate.
"Welcome back," I muttered to myself as I pulled on my clothes, the fly of my jeans rubbing painfully against me as I struggled to do them up. Gone was the happy dream world that I had been trying to slip back into after the phone call. Life had officially started again, and that meant I couldn't ignore things any longer.
Ryan was shooting me a curious look, smiling and raising an eyebrow at my quiet comment and I grinned at him, noticing he was having the same problem as I was.
When he finally opened the door, Greg wandered in, looking around amused and interested, and he seemed almost disappointed that we were both fully clothed. Jeff followed after him, sheepish, as he shrugged apologetically at us, obviously not as comfortable as Greg at interrupting.
Ryan glared daggers at Greg, and I rolled my eyes, wondering if he could be more obvious if he tried.
"Did you boys have fun?" Greg said, raising his eyebrow in interest. He was giddy and hyperactive and I was suddenly glad that I was leaving, because Ryan was going to have to deal with so many comments from him.
Ryan flipped his middle finger up, smiling cheerfully as he did.
Greg and Jeff were watching us, waiting for something, but we weren't going to give them it. I was still flushed, and incredibly turned on and there was no way I was getting closer to Ryan with them around so I leant against the wall on the opposite side of the room, whilst Ryan sat down on the bed. I saw him wince as he moved up the bed, and I knew his jeans must have rubbed in an awkward place. Thankfully, the others didn't seem to notice.
Clearly bored already with the little we were giving them, Greg and Jeff started explaining the plans for their show that evening, discussing all the details with Ryan.
I tuned out, letting their words wash over me, as I stood, leant in the corner, watching them. Every so often, Ryan would send a smile or a bored look my way and his eyes would twinkle in amusement or pleasure and I would remember exactly why I was here.
When they finally left, Ryan shuffling them out the door and pushing it closed, I was suddenly pressed against the wall hard, his mouth on mine, demanding, and his hands already undressing me.
We finished what we had started, this time with no interruptions, and it was wonderful and pleasuring and over far too quickly as time had soon passed and I had to leave to go to the airport.
He couldn't come with me.
"A month?" He asked me, both of us now dressed, his arms around me once more and his head against my neck as he kissed me there softly.
"Just a month." I told him, and we could do it, I knew. Because we'd gone two years without seeing each other, but it didn't mean it would be easy.
Especially for me, as I felt my stomach sink at everything I had to face once I left him.
"I love you." I told him again, lifting his head up gently so I could kiss him. I poured everything into the kiss, parting his lips with my tongue and exploring his mouth, running my fingers down the side of his face before slipping my hand around his neck to pull him closer.
"Love you too." He muttered against my lips when we finally pulled away, breathing heavily once more, almost in sync, as he stared into my eyes.
And then I had to pull away.
And I had to walk out of the hotel room, leaving him behind me once more.
Only this time, I knew I would see him again. And when I did, we'd be together.
And knowing that made me realise I could face anything now.
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