FIC: Save Tonight (2/3)
Title: Save Tonight (Part 2/3)
Rating: R
Pairing: Clive/Greg, implied Ryan/Colin
Summary: I don't get why everyone loves Colin so much
Author's Notes: This is set sometime before Part 1. And I love Clive and Greg. That is all. And really, hopefully all it will make (semi) clearer is why Greg's so touchy about Colin. But Part 3 still to come. :)
He'd braced a hand against the wall. "What is it about Colin?" he'd asked, suddenly, and Clive had nearly choked on a bark of laughter.
"Is it Colin now?" he'd asked, still chuckling a little, and Greg had closed his eyes as the older man reached around to play with him.
He'd tugged, once, and Greg's hips had bucked, helplessly. "What are you-" Greg had broken off with a hiss as Clive had pushed back in sharply, and Clive had only laughed again.
"I thought it was Ryan you were in lo-"
"Fuck off," Greg had interrupted, his cheeks flaming for the first time that night - despite standing in only a blue shirt and his socks.
"Sensitive subject?" Clive had asked, with mock concern, and Greg had only clenched his teeth together.
"I just don't get why everyone - Christ, do that again," he'd broken off, arching his back a little. "I don't get why everyone loves Colin so much."
"You really want to talk about Ryan and Colin now?" Clive had asked, pretending to sound hurt, and Greg had sighed in annoyance. "I never said anything about Ryan," he'd muttered, and Clive had snorted, "Which is unusual, yes."
Greg had had nothing to say to that; he'd bent over a little more, and Clive had grabbed his hip so hard it had almost hurt.
But he hadn't minded.
"So why are you thinking about Colin right now?" Clive had asked, with mild amusement and almost genuine curiosity.
"Because everyone just ... loves him," Greg had almost spat back, and he'd squeezed his eyes a little tighter shut.
"And we've established that you're not talking about Ryan," Clive had replied, moving his hips a little faster, and Greg hadn't needed to see the older man's face to know that he was smirking.
He hadn't bothered answering.
"So who are we talking about?" Clive had pressed, one of his hands joining Greg's to brace against the wall.
"You smile when you look at him," he'd replied, a little too bitterly, and Clive's movements had faltered for only a fraction of a second. "This is about me?" he'd asked - sounding far too smug for Greg's liking, and the younger man had groaned. "No," he'd protested, and Clive had brushed a hand up against his stomach. "It's beginning to sound like it is," he'd pointed out, and Greg hadn't immediately replied.
"You laugh when he faints or can't rhyme ... " he'd paused, panting a little. "Or when he runs off stage ... no-one else still thinks that's funny," he'd sulked.
"Ryan still laughs at him."
Greg had ignored him. "And you cheer when he manages to string together-" he'd nearly choked, as Clive had cupped his balls, "a - a semi-coherent Hoedown," he'd paused again, and Clive had chuckled into the back of his neck. "Like it's fucking hard to do," he'd added, frowning.
"Oh, Greg," Clive had drawled. "Greg," he'd repeated. "You're jealous of Colin?"
"No," Greg had replied, forcefully - as forcefully as he could - and he'd felt suddenly - and oddly - like crying.
"Oh you are," Clive had realized, a little delightedly. "But you shouldn't be. Ryan might be in love with him, but I'm not," he added, with mock reassurance, and Greg had pushed back against him. "Fuck you," he'd muttered, and Clive had laughed again.
"You talk too much, sometimes, Greg," he'd said, through a smile Greg hadn't been able to see. "But surely you know that I still like you best," added, with put-upon concern. "Even though you can't control that mouth of yours," he'd sighed.
Greg had paused for a moment, lightly panting, before forcing out, "I thought you liked my mouth."
Clive had snorted. "It has its moments."
"Clive-"
"Greg," he'd interrupted, as he'd pushed back into him. "Just be quiet."
And Greg - even with pictures of wide brown eyes and shy smiles dancing through his mind - finally had.