[Series] After Hours
Title: After Hours
Part: 26
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: NC-17
Authors: makingamochrie and anesthesiagirl
Summary: AU; Another baby step in the process.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Colin stood and paced across his office for what must have been about the hundredth time in the last hour. A quick glance at his watch confirmed what he’d already suspected - time was indeed moving backwards. He hadn’t really been able to accomplish a damn thing since coming back from lunch. Instead of working figures and settling negotiations, his mind was busy concocting elaborate scenarios involving Ryan, most of them leaving him flushed and flustered by their conclusion.
It was only 3 pm, which meant that it would be two hours before Shelia left and about 3 hours before Ryan would arrive. That was an awfully long time to daydream and fret. But, on the other hand, it was a few more hours to plan the perfect evening. Ever since the day on the boat, and especially after the sweet kiss just before Ryan took off, he’d been planning. Planning the next Thursday encounter, planning another sailing lesson, and although he’d never admit it, planning a lot of other, fluffier things too. God, he felt like such a woman sometimes. If his competitors ever saw that……eh, he didn’t even want to think about it.
He slid back into his rolling chair with far more force than necessary, upsetting the casters and sending the chair careening backwards off the carpet mat and almost tipping Colin to the floor. He flailed his arms a bit, finally catching his balance and rolled forward, pulling up the screen on his computer again. He’d already read though the choices a million times and he was now intimately familiar with the wording of each dish and actually wondered if he’d be able to speak mandarin if needed.
Chinese takeout sounded like a perfect way to start the evening. Colin had been tossing around the idea of taking Ryan out somewhere to eat, but had decided that an evening in sounded far better. A few beers, some light chat, and then…yes, then we get to the good part. How long had it been anyhow? Two weeks? Hell, he knew exactly………..13 days, 19 hours, and 38 seconds. Nah, he wasn’t obsessed.
3:17 pm…God, he had to find something to do with himself. He clicked off the Chinese menu screen and brought up the monthly budget spreadsheets. Mindless work, that’s what he needed to pass the time and there were few things as mindless as cross checking the figures on a huge spreadsheet.
*****
“Yes, thank you. I’d like one cashew chicken, one beef with broccoli, one sesame chicken, and 2 pints of white rice. Can you send a few spring rolls as well?” Colin rattled off, staring blankly at the screen and doodling on the desk blotter in front of him.
“$24.97,” Colin repeated and listed off his credit card number to the girl on the other end of the line. “Can you have that here at 5:45 pm?”
“Great. Thanks.” Colin said, hanging up the phone. Shelia had left a few minutes ago, wishing Colin a good evening with a wink and a knowing grin. God he loved her. She must have figured this whole thing out weeks ago, yet she had the good graces to just keep it to herself and the respect for Colin to seem genuinely happy for him. He scuttled around his office, straightening up the misplaced items, replacing books on shelves, and even running a swiffer across the tops of the desks, shelves, and tables.
He passed into the bedroom and switched on the bedside lamp, casting a soft yellow glow across the otherwise dark room and pulled open one of the dresser drawers. He always kept a few changes of clothes, both casual and business, at the office, as well as sheets and such for the bed, fine cotton in the summer months, and thick, fuzzy flannel in the winter. Sure, the office was heated, but something about flannel sheets at the end of the day made Colin feel like a happy little innocent kid again.
Colin withdrew the items he’d been looking for, a white linen tablecloth, two blood red linen napkins, and a brushed nickel candlestick holder. He fished deeper into the drawer and found a single eight-inch candle, the same blood red color as the napkins. Unfortunately, the paper plates and utensils from the Chinese food place were going to have to do, as he didn’t have a magic drawer with any of those.
He returned to the main office and set the items up neatly across a side table. The spread looked good and after dimming the main office light, leaving only the side lamps, it looked even better. A brief flash of a memory crossed his mind as he gazed over the scene. He saw himself seated in one chair and Audrey in the other. A candle was lit between them and cast a romantic glow over their plates of Italian takeout. He’d bought this table set for her, to celebrate. He could even remember the day now. It had been an especially busy month for him, but Audrey had been home, alone, nearly all month. Their anniversary had been that month, and with how busy he was, Audrey was almost sure he’d forgotten. But he hadn’t. He never forgot those sorts of things.
For a moment the guilt was almost crippling, but Colin was pulled from his reverie by the buzz of the intercom on his desk. Glancing at his watch he saw 5:50 pm and he prayed that it was the food late rather than Ryan deciding to be early as he pressed the button.
“Colin Mochrie.” He spoke into the intercom.
“I have you food. Come up?” a scratchy voice called back.
“Of course, suite 4200” Colin answered and pressed the button that would allow the man access.
*****
Colin smoothed the tablecloth one last time. He’d just pushed the button to allow Ryan to come up to the suite, and all of a sudden he was more nervous than he had anticipated. He allowed himself just a few moments to consider the implications of the butterflies that were flapping circles around his stomach, but stopped short before drawing any real conclusions as the object of his thoughts sauntered through his door.
Ryan stopped short in his tracks as he looked back and forth between Colin and the elaborate spread he’d set up on the side table. Colin was dressed in a pair of khaki dress pants and a charcoal grey hand-knitted sweater. Ryan could just see the edge of a white dress shirt peeking out from below the rollneck of the sweater. The light was lower than usual in the room and it lent Colin a tanned glow that he lacked in regular light. He looked almost angelic.
“Hi,” Colin offered, just a bit meekly following the hesitation at Ryan’s his entrance.
“Hi.” Ryan replied, a broad smile spreading across his features as he noticed a tiny blush creep across Colin’s features.
“I, uh, I thought we’d have dinner. Um, you haven’t eaten, have you? God, I’m an idiot. I didn’t even think about that.” Colin stammered, looking down at his feet.
Ryan chuckled, “No. No, I haven’t eaten. And yes, I’d love to have dinner with you.”
*****
The meal was delicious and the company amazing. Colin couldn’t remember ever laughing as hard as he had during dinner. He’d almost spit wine all over Ryan when he was caught off guard with a mouth full, and instead ended up in a choking fit, fighting between breathing, coughing, and trying to stop laughing. They were both full and sated and Colin thought distantly that he’d still be happy even if the night ended right now. But, he’d be even happier if it didn’t.
“So, I have a weird question for you.” Colin ventured, putting down his chopsticks.
“Uh, okay……” Ryan said, still smiling.
“Well, you know your friend Greg Proops, the one you did the improv deal with at the club that one night?” Colin said, making a concerted effort to control his nerves and breath.
“Yeah……..” Ryan answered, growing a bit wary of where this was going.
“So, he is headlining the Just for Laughs festival next weekend and my company is the main sponsor. It’s all weekend long, but I usually only go for the opening and then the closing. There are a lot of great acts this year.” He continued, his eyes darting around the room, everywhere but meeting Ryan’s gaze.
“Yep, he told me that was coming up.” Ryan answered distantly, his minding knowing what was coming and racing to figure a way out of it without upsetting the other man.
“Well, anyhow, I was wondering if you’d like to go with me, like, ya know, a date?” Colin rushed, his eyes finally falling on Ryan’s as he concluded, his face a picture of the battle between hope and fear.
Ryan freaked a bit, trying hard not to show his surprise and harder to hide the pang of disappointment that plagued his brain when he realized that he really did want to go as Colin’s date. “Colin. I am so sorry. I would love to…but I can’t. I’ve got other engagements that weekend.”
Colin’s face dropped as Ryan’s words washed over him. Things had been going so well. Why did he have to ruin it? He’d put himself out there and gotten rejected. He studied the remaining grains of rice on his plate, concentrating on steadying his breathing and getting over it as soon as possible. He was so engrossed in his own misery that he didn’t even hear Ryan get up and come around the table, and was only aware of him as he felt the softness of his palm across his cheek as he turned Colin to face him. As Colin’s eyes came up, his lips were met by the gentle pressure of Ryan’s, quickly parting as Ryan’s tongue snaked across into his mouth.
He opened his eyes; not even realizing they’d slipped closed at the kiss and stared into the deepest emerald pools he’d ever seen. Something was different in Ryan’s gaze. The green was more vibrant; the tiny golden speckles seemed to shine more brilliantly. It was so much that Colin had to close his eyes again against the intensity of it all.
Ryan pulled back, tracing the line of Colin’s jaw with the backs of his fingers, his hand continuing down, following all of Colin’s angles until it met with Colin’s own hand. “Come with me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as he pulled Colin towards the bedroom.
Colin followed willingly as if in a dream. His feet were moving but his mind and heart were a few feet behind, still drowning in the pools of Ryan’s eyes. As they reached the bedroom, Ryan stopped and pulled Colin into his arms, his large hands snaking around to the small of his back and pulling him into his embrace. Ryan kissed him once again, this time very slowly as if he were a blind man learning about Colin simply by feeling.
This time when he pulled back, Colin’s mind was right there with him. He was breathless, already panting with desire, but somehow, something was different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it was there, looming at the periphery of his thoughts. Opening his eyes, he took in the sight of Ryan and noticed that the other man was dressed simply in a pair of worn blue jeans and a rugby shirt. Definitely not the same fine manner of dress that he’d displayed on his other visits. Colin must have been so nervous about the dinner that he’d not even noticed before.
Ryan smiled slightly as he watched Colin look him up and down. Surprisingly, it made his heart beat just a little faster to know that the other man was scrutinizing him like that. He stepped forward as Colin’s eyes finally returned to his own, and grabbed the bottom hem of his sweater, lifting it up and off in one fluid motion. He suspicions were correct when he found the bright white cotton dress shirt neatly tucked below. He pulled it loose from the khakis and pulled its owner back into a kiss.
While their tongues danced, he unbuttoned on button at a time, letting his fingers play across the expanse of flesh and hair that was revealed with the opening of each successive one. At the last button he ran his fingertips up Colin’s sides until he caught the material of the shirt and, never breaking the kiss, slipped it free of his arms, letting it pool on the ground.
Colin moaned in disappointment at the loss of contact as Ryan pulled away, but nearly came as he felt his hot tongue encircle first on nipple then the other, the sensitive flesh forming tight buds in immediate response. His hands came up and his fingers dug into Ryan’s hair, pulling just slightly and earning a sharp exhalation from the other man. Colin’s eyes fluttered closed again as Ryan began to pepper tiny kisses down the faint ridge of his abdominal muscles. His tongue traced a slow circle around his navel as his fingers worked the buckle of Colin’s belt, freeing it and his slacks and allowing them to drop from his body.
A pleased and surprised chuckle was the next sound in the room as Ryan took in the sight of Colin’s completely naked body, Colin having chosen to go without shorts for the night. Colin was surprised himself to realize that he was completely naked while his partner was completely dressed and yet he didn’t feel even the least bit self conscious or hurried. He stood proud and let Ryan enjoy the sight.
Ryan’s heart was pounding now, but not entirely because Colin was naked before him. Something else was there too. Something deeper and something he probably didn’t want to think too hard about. So he didn’t. Instead he stood back to his full height and slipped his shirt up and off. He leaned forward and kissed Colin again, the searing heat of his firm and hairless chest meeting Colin’s flesh was almost enough to drive him insane with need.
He walked them both backwards until Colin’s knees met the bed and he buckled below him, falling back onto the mattress. Ryan broke contact long enough to step free from his jeans and then crawled forward onto Colin, his body covering him like a warm blanket. He held his weight on his forearms as their erections met, lying next to each other, an almost electric tingle between them. He felt rather than heard Colin gasp below him and he captured his lips again in a slow, sensual kiss.
When he didn’t think Colin would notice, he chanced to look into the other man’s eyes, the deepest, warmest chocolate reflecting back at him. His eyes almost danced with excitement, but the moment was broken as Colin’s eyes slipped closed and he sighed, pushing into the kiss. Ryan shifted his hips just slightly, a moan lost deep in his throat at the friction in his groin.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled back and climbed from the bed, covering the few strides to his discarded case in record time. He withdrew a condom and slipped it on, biting hard on his tongue to keep from coming from the contact alone. He reached into a side pocket and produced a small tube of expensive lubricant and then returned to Colin. He watched the other man’s chest heave up and down, his passion showing not just in his body, but also in the tense look drawn across his face.
Ryan climbed back onto the bed, carefully maneuvering until he was atop Colin again. He lowered his body down until his full weight was atop Colin’s body and kissed him very softly, his lips barely parting, his eyes slipping shut at the rush of sensations. As he pulled back he opened his eyes and nearly cried at the sight before him. Colin’s face bore a small smile that reached his eyes, but those eyes held so much more. They were open and exposed and Ryan swore that he saw Colin’s soul in that moment.
Ryan drew a deep breath, composing himself, and whispered, so softly that Colin wondered if he’d actually heard Ryan’s words or whether he’d simply felt them echo in his chest. “Are you ready?”
Colin nodded and reached up, his fingers snaking through Ryan’s hair, he pulled him down into a final, chaste kiss. Ryan rolled off to Colin’s side and poured a small amount of lubricant onto his finger. He traced circles around Colin’s entrance, beginning lightly but building in pressure until finally his finger slipped through the tight ring of muscle and slid deep into the waiting heat of Colin’s body. Soon another finger and then another joined until Colin was bucking wildly into the air and Ryan was sure that his body was ready.
Ryan slid back up onto Colin and entered him, slowly and deliberately, inch by inch, until he was completely surrounded by tight heat. He moved at a tempo that allowed him to explore the other man, to memorize every ridge and valley and to learn exactly how deep and at what angle his prostate lay. Colin was moaning rhythmically with Ryan’s thrusts, his breath coming in forceful exhalations. Ryan let his full body weight down onto Colin and met his mouth with a gentle kiss, his tongue slipping in to dance with Colin’s.
The change in position had Colin thrusting wildly as it is captured his shaft between his and Ryan’s bodies and the friction was becoming unbearable. He tried to tell Ryan that he was close, that he was in danger of losing it, but the words were lost in his throat, coming out instead as tiny whimpers. Ryan’s pace quickened as a hot, white sensation was quickly building in his testicles, driving him to his target again and again.
They bucked into each other over and over, the pace almost a frenzy until Colin screamed out, his whole body stiffening below Ryan’s. Ryan’s eyes shot open, afraid for a moment that he’d hurt the other man, but so close that he couldn’t properly process anything. His gaze immediately fell to the look of pure, unadulterated bliss on Colin’s face and a fierce wave of warmth over took him as a final thrust he didn’t even know he was delivering hit it’s target again and both men screamed out in unison, their bodies convulsing together for what seemed like an eternity.
*****
They lay together for hours afterwards, each drifting in and out of sleep. Ryan lay on the pillow beside Colin watching, watching the tiny rise and fall of his chest, memorizing the faint smile of sated dreams painted across his face, but not realizing that the same smile graced his features as well. He finally slid from the bed and recovered his clothing. He dressed quickly, gathered up the remainders of his case, and strode over to the dresser.
He fingered the check, picked it up, folded it in half and slipped it into his pocket, but he didn’t move. That little slip of paper was one of the last ties that bound this as a business arrangement. It was the constant reminder that he was, in all honesty, just an escort, and as much as he might, or might not want that to be the case, it still was. He pulled the check from his pocket and put it back on the dresser. It didn’t really have to be that way, did it?
He turned and took a step towards the door before stopping short and returning to the check. He didn’t know what he felt, didn’t know why he had been doing the things he’d been doing. Hell, he didn’t know a lot of things lately and had even begun to question the things he did know, but one fact remained, this was his job and the source of his livelihood. He grabbed the check and stuffed it back into his pocket, turned and strode to the door. He stepped through and, intending to pull the door closed, turned back, catching a glimpse of a still sleeping Colin, the moon casting across his face, angelic still in the changed light. “Good night my friend,” Ryan whispered and kissed his fingers, blowing the kiss to Colin before easing the door closed.
Part: 26
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: NC-17
Authors: makingamochrie and anesthesiagirl
Summary: AU; Another baby step in the process.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Colin stood and paced across his office for what must have been about the hundredth time in the last hour. A quick glance at his watch confirmed what he’d already suspected - time was indeed moving backwards. He hadn’t really been able to accomplish a damn thing since coming back from lunch. Instead of working figures and settling negotiations, his mind was busy concocting elaborate scenarios involving Ryan, most of them leaving him flushed and flustered by their conclusion.
It was only 3 pm, which meant that it would be two hours before Shelia left and about 3 hours before Ryan would arrive. That was an awfully long time to daydream and fret. But, on the other hand, it was a few more hours to plan the perfect evening. Ever since the day on the boat, and especially after the sweet kiss just before Ryan took off, he’d been planning. Planning the next Thursday encounter, planning another sailing lesson, and although he’d never admit it, planning a lot of other, fluffier things too. God, he felt like such a woman sometimes. If his competitors ever saw that……eh, he didn’t even want to think about it.
He slid back into his rolling chair with far more force than necessary, upsetting the casters and sending the chair careening backwards off the carpet mat and almost tipping Colin to the floor. He flailed his arms a bit, finally catching his balance and rolled forward, pulling up the screen on his computer again. He’d already read though the choices a million times and he was now intimately familiar with the wording of each dish and actually wondered if he’d be able to speak mandarin if needed.
Chinese takeout sounded like a perfect way to start the evening. Colin had been tossing around the idea of taking Ryan out somewhere to eat, but had decided that an evening in sounded far better. A few beers, some light chat, and then…yes, then we get to the good part. How long had it been anyhow? Two weeks? Hell, he knew exactly………..13 days, 19 hours, and 38 seconds. Nah, he wasn’t obsessed.
3:17 pm…God, he had to find something to do with himself. He clicked off the Chinese menu screen and brought up the monthly budget spreadsheets. Mindless work, that’s what he needed to pass the time and there were few things as mindless as cross checking the figures on a huge spreadsheet.
*****
“Yes, thank you. I’d like one cashew chicken, one beef with broccoli, one sesame chicken, and 2 pints of white rice. Can you send a few spring rolls as well?” Colin rattled off, staring blankly at the screen and doodling on the desk blotter in front of him.
“$24.97,” Colin repeated and listed off his credit card number to the girl on the other end of the line. “Can you have that here at 5:45 pm?”
“Great. Thanks.” Colin said, hanging up the phone. Shelia had left a few minutes ago, wishing Colin a good evening with a wink and a knowing grin. God he loved her. She must have figured this whole thing out weeks ago, yet she had the good graces to just keep it to herself and the respect for Colin to seem genuinely happy for him. He scuttled around his office, straightening up the misplaced items, replacing books on shelves, and even running a swiffer across the tops of the desks, shelves, and tables.
He passed into the bedroom and switched on the bedside lamp, casting a soft yellow glow across the otherwise dark room and pulled open one of the dresser drawers. He always kept a few changes of clothes, both casual and business, at the office, as well as sheets and such for the bed, fine cotton in the summer months, and thick, fuzzy flannel in the winter. Sure, the office was heated, but something about flannel sheets at the end of the day made Colin feel like a happy little innocent kid again.
Colin withdrew the items he’d been looking for, a white linen tablecloth, two blood red linen napkins, and a brushed nickel candlestick holder. He fished deeper into the drawer and found a single eight-inch candle, the same blood red color as the napkins. Unfortunately, the paper plates and utensils from the Chinese food place were going to have to do, as he didn’t have a magic drawer with any of those.
He returned to the main office and set the items up neatly across a side table. The spread looked good and after dimming the main office light, leaving only the side lamps, it looked even better. A brief flash of a memory crossed his mind as he gazed over the scene. He saw himself seated in one chair and Audrey in the other. A candle was lit between them and cast a romantic glow over their plates of Italian takeout. He’d bought this table set for her, to celebrate. He could even remember the day now. It had been an especially busy month for him, but Audrey had been home, alone, nearly all month. Their anniversary had been that month, and with how busy he was, Audrey was almost sure he’d forgotten. But he hadn’t. He never forgot those sorts of things.
For a moment the guilt was almost crippling, but Colin was pulled from his reverie by the buzz of the intercom on his desk. Glancing at his watch he saw 5:50 pm and he prayed that it was the food late rather than Ryan deciding to be early as he pressed the button.
“Colin Mochrie.” He spoke into the intercom.
“I have you food. Come up?” a scratchy voice called back.
“Of course, suite 4200” Colin answered and pressed the button that would allow the man access.
*****
Colin smoothed the tablecloth one last time. He’d just pushed the button to allow Ryan to come up to the suite, and all of a sudden he was more nervous than he had anticipated. He allowed himself just a few moments to consider the implications of the butterflies that were flapping circles around his stomach, but stopped short before drawing any real conclusions as the object of his thoughts sauntered through his door.
Ryan stopped short in his tracks as he looked back and forth between Colin and the elaborate spread he’d set up on the side table. Colin was dressed in a pair of khaki dress pants and a charcoal grey hand-knitted sweater. Ryan could just see the edge of a white dress shirt peeking out from below the rollneck of the sweater. The light was lower than usual in the room and it lent Colin a tanned glow that he lacked in regular light. He looked almost angelic.
“Hi,” Colin offered, just a bit meekly following the hesitation at Ryan’s his entrance.
“Hi.” Ryan replied, a broad smile spreading across his features as he noticed a tiny blush creep across Colin’s features.
“I, uh, I thought we’d have dinner. Um, you haven’t eaten, have you? God, I’m an idiot. I didn’t even think about that.” Colin stammered, looking down at his feet.
Ryan chuckled, “No. No, I haven’t eaten. And yes, I’d love to have dinner with you.”
*****
The meal was delicious and the company amazing. Colin couldn’t remember ever laughing as hard as he had during dinner. He’d almost spit wine all over Ryan when he was caught off guard with a mouth full, and instead ended up in a choking fit, fighting between breathing, coughing, and trying to stop laughing. They were both full and sated and Colin thought distantly that he’d still be happy even if the night ended right now. But, he’d be even happier if it didn’t.
“So, I have a weird question for you.” Colin ventured, putting down his chopsticks.
“Uh, okay……” Ryan said, still smiling.
“Well, you know your friend Greg Proops, the one you did the improv deal with at the club that one night?” Colin said, making a concerted effort to control his nerves and breath.
“Yeah……..” Ryan answered, growing a bit wary of where this was going.
“So, he is headlining the Just for Laughs festival next weekend and my company is the main sponsor. It’s all weekend long, but I usually only go for the opening and then the closing. There are a lot of great acts this year.” He continued, his eyes darting around the room, everywhere but meeting Ryan’s gaze.
“Yep, he told me that was coming up.” Ryan answered distantly, his minding knowing what was coming and racing to figure a way out of it without upsetting the other man.
“Well, anyhow, I was wondering if you’d like to go with me, like, ya know, a date?” Colin rushed, his eyes finally falling on Ryan’s as he concluded, his face a picture of the battle between hope and fear.
Ryan freaked a bit, trying hard not to show his surprise and harder to hide the pang of disappointment that plagued his brain when he realized that he really did want to go as Colin’s date. “Colin. I am so sorry. I would love to…but I can’t. I’ve got other engagements that weekend.”
Colin’s face dropped as Ryan’s words washed over him. Things had been going so well. Why did he have to ruin it? He’d put himself out there and gotten rejected. He studied the remaining grains of rice on his plate, concentrating on steadying his breathing and getting over it as soon as possible. He was so engrossed in his own misery that he didn’t even hear Ryan get up and come around the table, and was only aware of him as he felt the softness of his palm across his cheek as he turned Colin to face him. As Colin’s eyes came up, his lips were met by the gentle pressure of Ryan’s, quickly parting as Ryan’s tongue snaked across into his mouth.
He opened his eyes; not even realizing they’d slipped closed at the kiss and stared into the deepest emerald pools he’d ever seen. Something was different in Ryan’s gaze. The green was more vibrant; the tiny golden speckles seemed to shine more brilliantly. It was so much that Colin had to close his eyes again against the intensity of it all.
Ryan pulled back, tracing the line of Colin’s jaw with the backs of his fingers, his hand continuing down, following all of Colin’s angles until it met with Colin’s own hand. “Come with me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as he pulled Colin towards the bedroom.
Colin followed willingly as if in a dream. His feet were moving but his mind and heart were a few feet behind, still drowning in the pools of Ryan’s eyes. As they reached the bedroom, Ryan stopped and pulled Colin into his arms, his large hands snaking around to the small of his back and pulling him into his embrace. Ryan kissed him once again, this time very slowly as if he were a blind man learning about Colin simply by feeling.
This time when he pulled back, Colin’s mind was right there with him. He was breathless, already panting with desire, but somehow, something was different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it was there, looming at the periphery of his thoughts. Opening his eyes, he took in the sight of Ryan and noticed that the other man was dressed simply in a pair of worn blue jeans and a rugby shirt. Definitely not the same fine manner of dress that he’d displayed on his other visits. Colin must have been so nervous about the dinner that he’d not even noticed before.
Ryan smiled slightly as he watched Colin look him up and down. Surprisingly, it made his heart beat just a little faster to know that the other man was scrutinizing him like that. He stepped forward as Colin’s eyes finally returned to his own, and grabbed the bottom hem of his sweater, lifting it up and off in one fluid motion. He suspicions were correct when he found the bright white cotton dress shirt neatly tucked below. He pulled it loose from the khakis and pulled its owner back into a kiss.
While their tongues danced, he unbuttoned on button at a time, letting his fingers play across the expanse of flesh and hair that was revealed with the opening of each successive one. At the last button he ran his fingertips up Colin’s sides until he caught the material of the shirt and, never breaking the kiss, slipped it free of his arms, letting it pool on the ground.
Colin moaned in disappointment at the loss of contact as Ryan pulled away, but nearly came as he felt his hot tongue encircle first on nipple then the other, the sensitive flesh forming tight buds in immediate response. His hands came up and his fingers dug into Ryan’s hair, pulling just slightly and earning a sharp exhalation from the other man. Colin’s eyes fluttered closed again as Ryan began to pepper tiny kisses down the faint ridge of his abdominal muscles. His tongue traced a slow circle around his navel as his fingers worked the buckle of Colin’s belt, freeing it and his slacks and allowing them to drop from his body.
A pleased and surprised chuckle was the next sound in the room as Ryan took in the sight of Colin’s completely naked body, Colin having chosen to go without shorts for the night. Colin was surprised himself to realize that he was completely naked while his partner was completely dressed and yet he didn’t feel even the least bit self conscious or hurried. He stood proud and let Ryan enjoy the sight.
Ryan’s heart was pounding now, but not entirely because Colin was naked before him. Something else was there too. Something deeper and something he probably didn’t want to think too hard about. So he didn’t. Instead he stood back to his full height and slipped his shirt up and off. He leaned forward and kissed Colin again, the searing heat of his firm and hairless chest meeting Colin’s flesh was almost enough to drive him insane with need.
He walked them both backwards until Colin’s knees met the bed and he buckled below him, falling back onto the mattress. Ryan broke contact long enough to step free from his jeans and then crawled forward onto Colin, his body covering him like a warm blanket. He held his weight on his forearms as their erections met, lying next to each other, an almost electric tingle between them. He felt rather than heard Colin gasp below him and he captured his lips again in a slow, sensual kiss.
When he didn’t think Colin would notice, he chanced to look into the other man’s eyes, the deepest, warmest chocolate reflecting back at him. His eyes almost danced with excitement, but the moment was broken as Colin’s eyes slipped closed and he sighed, pushing into the kiss. Ryan shifted his hips just slightly, a moan lost deep in his throat at the friction in his groin.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled back and climbed from the bed, covering the few strides to his discarded case in record time. He withdrew a condom and slipped it on, biting hard on his tongue to keep from coming from the contact alone. He reached into a side pocket and produced a small tube of expensive lubricant and then returned to Colin. He watched the other man’s chest heave up and down, his passion showing not just in his body, but also in the tense look drawn across his face.
Ryan climbed back onto the bed, carefully maneuvering until he was atop Colin again. He lowered his body down until his full weight was atop Colin’s body and kissed him very softly, his lips barely parting, his eyes slipping shut at the rush of sensations. As he pulled back he opened his eyes and nearly cried at the sight before him. Colin’s face bore a small smile that reached his eyes, but those eyes held so much more. They were open and exposed and Ryan swore that he saw Colin’s soul in that moment.
Ryan drew a deep breath, composing himself, and whispered, so softly that Colin wondered if he’d actually heard Ryan’s words or whether he’d simply felt them echo in his chest. “Are you ready?”
Colin nodded and reached up, his fingers snaking through Ryan’s hair, he pulled him down into a final, chaste kiss. Ryan rolled off to Colin’s side and poured a small amount of lubricant onto his finger. He traced circles around Colin’s entrance, beginning lightly but building in pressure until finally his finger slipped through the tight ring of muscle and slid deep into the waiting heat of Colin’s body. Soon another finger and then another joined until Colin was bucking wildly into the air and Ryan was sure that his body was ready.
Ryan slid back up onto Colin and entered him, slowly and deliberately, inch by inch, until he was completely surrounded by tight heat. He moved at a tempo that allowed him to explore the other man, to memorize every ridge and valley and to learn exactly how deep and at what angle his prostate lay. Colin was moaning rhythmically with Ryan’s thrusts, his breath coming in forceful exhalations. Ryan let his full body weight down onto Colin and met his mouth with a gentle kiss, his tongue slipping in to dance with Colin’s.
The change in position had Colin thrusting wildly as it is captured his shaft between his and Ryan’s bodies and the friction was becoming unbearable. He tried to tell Ryan that he was close, that he was in danger of losing it, but the words were lost in his throat, coming out instead as tiny whimpers. Ryan’s pace quickened as a hot, white sensation was quickly building in his testicles, driving him to his target again and again.
They bucked into each other over and over, the pace almost a frenzy until Colin screamed out, his whole body stiffening below Ryan’s. Ryan’s eyes shot open, afraid for a moment that he’d hurt the other man, but so close that he couldn’t properly process anything. His gaze immediately fell to the look of pure, unadulterated bliss on Colin’s face and a fierce wave of warmth over took him as a final thrust he didn’t even know he was delivering hit it’s target again and both men screamed out in unison, their bodies convulsing together for what seemed like an eternity.
*****
They lay together for hours afterwards, each drifting in and out of sleep. Ryan lay on the pillow beside Colin watching, watching the tiny rise and fall of his chest, memorizing the faint smile of sated dreams painted across his face, but not realizing that the same smile graced his features as well. He finally slid from the bed and recovered his clothing. He dressed quickly, gathered up the remainders of his case, and strode over to the dresser.
He fingered the check, picked it up, folded it in half and slipped it into his pocket, but he didn’t move. That little slip of paper was one of the last ties that bound this as a business arrangement. It was the constant reminder that he was, in all honesty, just an escort, and as much as he might, or might not want that to be the case, it still was. He pulled the check from his pocket and put it back on the dresser. It didn’t really have to be that way, did it?
He turned and took a step towards the door before stopping short and returning to the check. He didn’t know what he felt, didn’t know why he had been doing the things he’d been doing. Hell, he didn’t know a lot of things lately and had even begun to question the things he did know, but one fact remained, this was his job and the source of his livelihood. He grabbed the check and stuffed it back into his pocket, turned and strode to the door. He stepped through and, intending to pull the door closed, turned back, catching a glimpse of a still sleeping Colin, the moon casting across his face, angelic still in the changed light. “Good night my friend,” Ryan whispered and kissed his fingers, blowing the kiss to Colin before easing the door closed.