[Series] After Hours - Part 30
Title: After Hours
Part: 30
Authors: makingamochrie and anesthesiagirl
Rating: R
Summary: The next installment in the AU series looking at Ryan as a prostitute and Colin as a businessman. We left off with Colin telling Ryan he'd left Morgan and a steamy moment leading to Ryan dropping alot of his usual guard and rules.
Disclaimer: AU; Don't own, don't sue.
Author's notes: Sorry for my absence and special thanks to Sue for her unending understanding! Hopefully life will slow down in the next few weeks and I will make my grand return! (Clay, we'll try to talk this week?)
Ryan lay motionless in the cool, quiet stillness of the early morning hours. Even his breathing was shallow for he feared that even the smallest movement would disturb the man who lay peacefully in his arms. He wanted this moment to last forever, this magic spell to never end because he knew that once it was broken, when the moment ended, when Colin woke up, that they could never go back.
Last night had changed everything and, although he wasn’t completely sure he was alright with that, he wasn’t completely sure he wasn’t either. The only thing he knew for sure was that laying there, with Colin’s head pillowed on his chest, the rhythm of their breathing in tune, was the most complete he had ever felt.
The morning, and the day that followed, were going to either solidify or shatter the fragile bond that had been forged the night before. He’d heard it said somewhere that a person had twenty-four hours after an ‘incident’ to make the commitment to develop a friendship into a relationship, and if that window was lost, so was the chance for love.
But how was he supposed to decide on something that would change him so much? Really, if he thought about it, it meant giving up his career and maybe even Greg, although he doubted the latter as he and Greg had developed a friendship that transected the sex, but still.
And his career, what would become of that? If he was honest with himself, he could see that he didn’t really need the money, but, if he was really honest with himself he also saw that he really did enjoy it. In fact, he had an appointment that very night with a long-standing client whom he rarely got to see as she had moved to the states years ago. He’d been looking forward to it for weeks, ever since she first called to schedule. The fact stood that he didn’t really want to cancel.
He studied Colin’s silhouette in the dark of the room. His pale, rounded head, crowned with soft wisps of the lightest grey hairs framing his face, usually the picture of strength and determination, but bearing an expression of pure tranquility with a soft smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. His left arm was slung across Ryan’s abdomen, the pale skin a contrast to his own tanned, hairless skin, even in the darkness. Ryan was aware of the tingling sensation of his own skin at the places where Colin’s finger tips rested, an awareness that left his heart beating just a bit faster.
His view of the rest of his body was obscured by the covers, but where his vision failed, his mind took over. He felt the soft paunch of Colin’s stomach as it rested in sharp contrast against the bony protrusion of his own hip and he could feel the firm muscles of Colin’s leg that lay comfortably across his own, their feet a tangle at the end of the bed.
His mind flipped through countless images, snapshots of skin, of slightly parted lips, of soulful, deep eyes. God, he didn’t deserve this perfection. He would be a scar to the smooth surface. Suddenly he understood the line from his favorite movie that he’d always chastised, which Jack Nicholson told Helen Hunt, “You make me want to be a better man.” Colin made him want, need to be a better man.
He was broken from his thoughts as he felt Colin’s body shift and stretch. His head rolled down, stretching the length of his neck before rolling back and turning, his face gazing towards Ryan’s before his eyes even opened. With a gentle flutter Colin’s eyes were open and the moment was lost. No words needed to be spoken as he looked upon Colin, his gaze returned with one of complete and utter adoration. The bubble was burst and Ryan had no idea how to deal with it.
“Good morning,” Colin whispered, his words thick with the cobwebs of sleep.
“Good morning,” Ryan returned, his mind racing with a panic of indecision. He should have had hours more to consider his options. But no, not now, now was real and now wasn’t going to go away. Finally he reverted to some primitive corner of his brain, the part that had learned that the easiest way to deal with something uncomfortable was through sex. It was a power he’d discovered early on and one he’d yielded frequently over the years. As Colin opened his mouth to speak again, Ryan leaned forward and met Colin’s lips with his own. Colin’s next words, surely a question, were captured in his throat as Ryan’s tongue danced across Colin’s teeth.
As his tongue delved the deepest reaches of Colin’s mouth, he could feel the other man’s transition away from sleep. He relished in the feeling of Colin’s cock hardening against his leg, his previously placed fingers now gripping at the smooth skin of Ryan’s chest. As Colin’s breathing quickened Ryan rolled atop him in one smooth motion, never breaking the contact of their kiss. He warred with his own brain to live in the moment and not worry about anything else, his body going into an auto-pilot of sorts.
He pulled back from the kiss, bracing himself above Colin with his forearms and he thrust just slightly, their shafts passing gently over each other with a delicious delicacy that made it easy for him to forget his troubles. Colin’s eyes were closed and his lips were a deep, bruised shade of purple, slightly parted and inviting. Ryan could resist running his fingertip gently across those lips, tracing their outline before letting his finger drop into Colin’s waiting mouth. He was delighted as his finger was sucked and nibbled gently, his own breath catching at the sensation. He was losing control. He never lost control.
Ryan pulled his finger back from Colin and reached over to the small table beside the bed, capturing the tube of lubricant that had remained from the previous night. He poured a bit into his palm and reached down, spreading it over himself, a few drops falling onto Colin’s hot skin. He inched back until he could feel Colin’s waiting entrance, tight and hot. His finger danced around the taught ring of muscle, teasing with alternating pressure and light touch until he felt it soften under his finger. He slipped his fingertip through the opening and pulled back out again, circling the hole firmly before repeating the motion.
Colin screamed out as Ryan entered him with two fingers, pushing in slowly but firmly until they were buried in the deep, hot cavern. Ryan pulled his fingers back in a motion suggestive of asking someone to ‘come here’ but leaving Colin panting incoherencies. He repeated the motion again and Colin thrust forward. Ryan could feel the beads of wetness at the tip of Colin’s thick shaft and he knew he was close.
He removed his fingers and slid back up the length of Colin’s body, his tongue tracing nonsense patterns along the pathway until his lips met Colin’s, silencing his moans. Colin’s fingers threaded through Ryan’s hair as he fought to have as much of Ryan as he could, to hold the man as tightly as possible. Ryan guided the swollen head of his own cock to Colin’s waiting body and with little pretense, slipped across the tight threshold.
Colin’s body involuntarily bucked up to meet Ryan’s, driving him in deeper. Ryan gasped at the impossibly hot, tight tissue that surrounded him. Colin has returned to incoherent screams and moans as Ryan rhythm built in cadence. Skin slapped skin, sweat rolled down Ryan’s back at the same time as it was pooling on Colin’s chest. Ryan’s fingers dug into the sheets, balling them in his fists while Colin’s fingernails raked across Ryan’s back, pulling him down, grasping and holding almost desperately.
Ryan panted with the effort as his rhythm increased even more, the crescendo rapidly approaching. He slammed down into Colin again and again, his own eyes closed, unable to watch the beautiful sight before him. Colin’s eyes were rolled back in his head which was pressed back tightly into the pillow, as if the pressure would some how hold him, keep him from tumbling over the edge. His cock ached with the combination of the delicious pressure building in his balls and the almost painful friction created by being pinned between Ryan’s stomach and his own.
Ryan pushed in one final time as his body over took him in waves, torrents of pleasure pouring through to his very soul. He froze in place, the feelings too much to even comprehend. Only in the very recesses of his being did he even hear Colin screaming out his name as his own orgasm over took him. Overcome with exhaustion, Ryan collapsed onto Colin, his body slack with post-coital pleasure. They both lay there, panting, their hearts literally pounding out their chests as the sweat cooled on their skin.
After what seemed like an eternity Ryan’s breathing finally calmed and he felt that he had enough energy to move. He rolled off to his left, leaving his limbs slung across Colin as he fell to the mattress. Colin’s body was loose and his breathing was slow and even. He turned his head just slightly to face Ryan, a sleepy smile lighting his face.
“Thank you,” he whispered before letting his eyes slip shut and giving into the sleep that warred to overtake him.
“Your welcome dear,” Ryan said, so softly that he wondered if he’d even spoken it aloud. He ran his hand gently across Colin’s face, as if a blind man desperate to see, to remember the features. When he was sure that Colin was asleep, he rose and dressing quickly, slipped from the room. Although in his heart he still hadn’t made a decision, in his mind he was afraid that he’d just made the final call. After a moment’s pause in the doorway, his eyes closing almost solemnly, he sighed and turned. He wasn’t ready.
Part: 30
Authors: makingamochrie and anesthesiagirl
Rating: R
Summary: The next installment in the AU series looking at Ryan as a prostitute and Colin as a businessman. We left off with Colin telling Ryan he'd left Morgan and a steamy moment leading to Ryan dropping alot of his usual guard and rules.
Disclaimer: AU; Don't own, don't sue.
Author's notes: Sorry for my absence and special thanks to Sue for her unending understanding! Hopefully life will slow down in the next few weeks and I will make my grand return! (Clay, we'll try to talk this week?)
Ryan lay motionless in the cool, quiet stillness of the early morning hours. Even his breathing was shallow for he feared that even the smallest movement would disturb the man who lay peacefully in his arms. He wanted this moment to last forever, this magic spell to never end because he knew that once it was broken, when the moment ended, when Colin woke up, that they could never go back.
Last night had changed everything and, although he wasn’t completely sure he was alright with that, he wasn’t completely sure he wasn’t either. The only thing he knew for sure was that laying there, with Colin’s head pillowed on his chest, the rhythm of their breathing in tune, was the most complete he had ever felt.
The morning, and the day that followed, were going to either solidify or shatter the fragile bond that had been forged the night before. He’d heard it said somewhere that a person had twenty-four hours after an ‘incident’ to make the commitment to develop a friendship into a relationship, and if that window was lost, so was the chance for love.
But how was he supposed to decide on something that would change him so much? Really, if he thought about it, it meant giving up his career and maybe even Greg, although he doubted the latter as he and Greg had developed a friendship that transected the sex, but still.
And his career, what would become of that? If he was honest with himself, he could see that he didn’t really need the money, but, if he was really honest with himself he also saw that he really did enjoy it. In fact, he had an appointment that very night with a long-standing client whom he rarely got to see as she had moved to the states years ago. He’d been looking forward to it for weeks, ever since she first called to schedule. The fact stood that he didn’t really want to cancel.
He studied Colin’s silhouette in the dark of the room. His pale, rounded head, crowned with soft wisps of the lightest grey hairs framing his face, usually the picture of strength and determination, but bearing an expression of pure tranquility with a soft smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. His left arm was slung across Ryan’s abdomen, the pale skin a contrast to his own tanned, hairless skin, even in the darkness. Ryan was aware of the tingling sensation of his own skin at the places where Colin’s finger tips rested, an awareness that left his heart beating just a bit faster.
His view of the rest of his body was obscured by the covers, but where his vision failed, his mind took over. He felt the soft paunch of Colin’s stomach as it rested in sharp contrast against the bony protrusion of his own hip and he could feel the firm muscles of Colin’s leg that lay comfortably across his own, their feet a tangle at the end of the bed.
His mind flipped through countless images, snapshots of skin, of slightly parted lips, of soulful, deep eyes. God, he didn’t deserve this perfection. He would be a scar to the smooth surface. Suddenly he understood the line from his favorite movie that he’d always chastised, which Jack Nicholson told Helen Hunt, “You make me want to be a better man.” Colin made him want, need to be a better man.
He was broken from his thoughts as he felt Colin’s body shift and stretch. His head rolled down, stretching the length of his neck before rolling back and turning, his face gazing towards Ryan’s before his eyes even opened. With a gentle flutter Colin’s eyes were open and the moment was lost. No words needed to be spoken as he looked upon Colin, his gaze returned with one of complete and utter adoration. The bubble was burst and Ryan had no idea how to deal with it.
“Good morning,” Colin whispered, his words thick with the cobwebs of sleep.
“Good morning,” Ryan returned, his mind racing with a panic of indecision. He should have had hours more to consider his options. But no, not now, now was real and now wasn’t going to go away. Finally he reverted to some primitive corner of his brain, the part that had learned that the easiest way to deal with something uncomfortable was through sex. It was a power he’d discovered early on and one he’d yielded frequently over the years. As Colin opened his mouth to speak again, Ryan leaned forward and met Colin’s lips with his own. Colin’s next words, surely a question, were captured in his throat as Ryan’s tongue danced across Colin’s teeth.
As his tongue delved the deepest reaches of Colin’s mouth, he could feel the other man’s transition away from sleep. He relished in the feeling of Colin’s cock hardening against his leg, his previously placed fingers now gripping at the smooth skin of Ryan’s chest. As Colin’s breathing quickened Ryan rolled atop him in one smooth motion, never breaking the contact of their kiss. He warred with his own brain to live in the moment and not worry about anything else, his body going into an auto-pilot of sorts.
He pulled back from the kiss, bracing himself above Colin with his forearms and he thrust just slightly, their shafts passing gently over each other with a delicious delicacy that made it easy for him to forget his troubles. Colin’s eyes were closed and his lips were a deep, bruised shade of purple, slightly parted and inviting. Ryan could resist running his fingertip gently across those lips, tracing their outline before letting his finger drop into Colin’s waiting mouth. He was delighted as his finger was sucked and nibbled gently, his own breath catching at the sensation. He was losing control. He never lost control.
Ryan pulled his finger back from Colin and reached over to the small table beside the bed, capturing the tube of lubricant that had remained from the previous night. He poured a bit into his palm and reached down, spreading it over himself, a few drops falling onto Colin’s hot skin. He inched back until he could feel Colin’s waiting entrance, tight and hot. His finger danced around the taught ring of muscle, teasing with alternating pressure and light touch until he felt it soften under his finger. He slipped his fingertip through the opening and pulled back out again, circling the hole firmly before repeating the motion.
Colin screamed out as Ryan entered him with two fingers, pushing in slowly but firmly until they were buried in the deep, hot cavern. Ryan pulled his fingers back in a motion suggestive of asking someone to ‘come here’ but leaving Colin panting incoherencies. He repeated the motion again and Colin thrust forward. Ryan could feel the beads of wetness at the tip of Colin’s thick shaft and he knew he was close.
He removed his fingers and slid back up the length of Colin’s body, his tongue tracing nonsense patterns along the pathway until his lips met Colin’s, silencing his moans. Colin’s fingers threaded through Ryan’s hair as he fought to have as much of Ryan as he could, to hold the man as tightly as possible. Ryan guided the swollen head of his own cock to Colin’s waiting body and with little pretense, slipped across the tight threshold.
Colin’s body involuntarily bucked up to meet Ryan’s, driving him in deeper. Ryan gasped at the impossibly hot, tight tissue that surrounded him. Colin has returned to incoherent screams and moans as Ryan rhythm built in cadence. Skin slapped skin, sweat rolled down Ryan’s back at the same time as it was pooling on Colin’s chest. Ryan’s fingers dug into the sheets, balling them in his fists while Colin’s fingernails raked across Ryan’s back, pulling him down, grasping and holding almost desperately.
Ryan panted with the effort as his rhythm increased even more, the crescendo rapidly approaching. He slammed down into Colin again and again, his own eyes closed, unable to watch the beautiful sight before him. Colin’s eyes were rolled back in his head which was pressed back tightly into the pillow, as if the pressure would some how hold him, keep him from tumbling over the edge. His cock ached with the combination of the delicious pressure building in his balls and the almost painful friction created by being pinned between Ryan’s stomach and his own.
Ryan pushed in one final time as his body over took him in waves, torrents of pleasure pouring through to his very soul. He froze in place, the feelings too much to even comprehend. Only in the very recesses of his being did he even hear Colin screaming out his name as his own orgasm over took him. Overcome with exhaustion, Ryan collapsed onto Colin, his body slack with post-coital pleasure. They both lay there, panting, their hearts literally pounding out their chests as the sweat cooled on their skin.
After what seemed like an eternity Ryan’s breathing finally calmed and he felt that he had enough energy to move. He rolled off to his left, leaving his limbs slung across Colin as he fell to the mattress. Colin’s body was loose and his breathing was slow and even. He turned his head just slightly to face Ryan, a sleepy smile lighting his face.
“Thank you,” he whispered before letting his eyes slip shut and giving into the sleep that warred to overtake him.
“Your welcome dear,” Ryan said, so softly that he wondered if he’d even spoken it aloud. He ran his hand gently across Colin’s face, as if a blind man desperate to see, to remember the features. When he was sure that Colin was asleep, he rose and dressing quickly, slipped from the room. Although in his heart he still hadn’t made a decision, in his mind he was afraid that he’d just made the final call. After a moment’s pause in the doorway, his eyes closing almost solemnly, he sighed and turned. He wasn’t ready.