[FIC] Discoveries
Title: Discoveries
Pairing: Ry/Col
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, just borrowing 'em.
Summary: My secret santa fic for lorenafire.....I don't think its my best, but I don't write smut as well as some others!
He wondered about Colin sometimes. So many years had passed and they knew each other so intimately. Best friends, that’s what they called it. But he wondered, did Colin know the truth? There were times when he would catch the older man watching him, a look of understanding in his gaze. Did Colin see it? Did he know that Ryan loved him, had loved him forever?
And then there were times like tonight, when Ryan had caught Colin’s eye during Greatest Hits, and had nearly fainted at the look of pure and utter adoration beaming back at him. Was it possible, he wondered, did Colin feel it too? Had he spent the last twenty years torn between ecstasy and pain, relishing what he had, but always wanting more?
Ryan sat alone in his dark trailer, his sanctuary from the outside world, a place where there were no expectations. He’d returned shortly after the taping, as he seemed to be doing more and more often lately, seeking release from the nearly insurmountable tension that had built, yet again. He’d started this retreat years ago, after the first time that Colin had provided his arms for Helping Hands. The older man hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, but Ryan had been unable to ignore Colin’s warm breath washing over the back of his neck throughout the game. By the end of the game, he’d been grateful for the cover of the table. The rest of the taping had been spent trying to recover, but every time Colin had touched him, it had sent electric shocks through his body. As soon as the taping ended, he’d fled to his trailer, closing the door and falling against it, taking his erection in his hand and pumping furiously. He’d only lasted a few minutes, finally achieving release and allowing Colin’s name to breathlessly escape through his gritted teeth.
Tonight was no different. Ryan had found an excuse to kiss Colin during a game, his lips lingering for maybe a moment longer than necessary to get the laugh. The burn had started at the first contact and had only grown with each moment that they touched. By the end of the taping, Ryan was practically panting, his legs crossed painfully. He’d wasted no time in leaving the studio after the show, brushing past Colin in the hall with little more than a grunt. Now he sat, legs extended in front of him, head thrown back, eyes closed, with his hand slowly massaging his swollen cock. He’d built quite a fantasy as the years had passed, and now he found it easy to slip into that fantasy as he pumped himself to relief. He lost himself in the dreams that his hand was replaced with Colin’s, that the older man’s lips were on his, his hands exploring every inch of Ryan’s body. He’d lost himself in this fantasy countless times before, but it was always so real.
Colin stood transfixed. He’d come to Ryan’s trailer seeking an answer. His friend had been so distant lately and he’d wondered if it had been something he’d done. He knocked, knowing full well that Ryan was inside, and when he hadn’t gotten an answer, he’d tested the knob. Finding it unlocked, he had stepped inside. He’d intended to call out to Ryan, but the name had frozen on his lips upon the sight of his friend stretched out, long slender fingers wrapped tightly around his erect shaft. Colin knew he should turn and leave, knew that it was wrong for him to watch, yet he couldn’t make himself stop. He watched Ryan’s smooth, strong strokes and he saw the small bead of fluid glisten at the tip of his crown. His own breathing had grown heavy and fast and his hand sought out and found his own erection, bulging angrily against his pants. He massaged himself vaguely, through his pants, his full attention on Ryan. His eyes skimmed over Ryan’s long, lean torso, trailed up over his strong, thin neck, and drowned in the desire he saw in the younger man’s face. And suddenly, Colin’s whole world stopped.
“Oh god Colin, I love you.” Ryan moaned, followed by a tight hiss.
Colin froze, momentarily unsure of what to do, sure he’d been seen, and so embarrassed that Ryan’s words didn’t register immediately. His first realization was that Ryan was lost in some fantasy, and wasn’t aware he was being watched. Then he realized what he’d heard. Colin registered that not only was the fantasy about him, but that Ryan, his best friend in the whole world and the man he loved, had just said he loved him as well. He opened his mouth to speak, to somehow alert Ryan to his presence and affirm his love, but he closed it before a single sound had escaped. He found himself stepping closer to the younger man, his breath coming in ragged hitches. Colin knelt down behind Ryan and, before his mind could reason with him to stop, reached around and took Ryan’s erection in his own hand. As his fingers met flesh, his mouth began to explore the hot skin at the base of Ryan’s neck. He didn’t stop, he didn’t think, he just continued to act. His hand firmly slid up and down the length of Ryan’s shaft, the perfect blend of pressure and speed. In the back of his mind, Colin could hear Ryan’s moans and passionate whispers. Over and over he heard Ryan breathe his name, a sweet sound mixed with an occasional confession of love. He felt Ryan’s body tense below him just moments before a loud, savage scream escaped his lips and he found his release.
Ryan lay still, struggling to gain control of his breathing as his body continued to melt into the couch. He lay still because he was afraid, afraid that if he moved, it would all dissolve around him and it wouldn’t be real. He could hear the soft panting behind him, the unmistakable sound of Colin’s breathing. He was scared, but he didn’t want to lose this, so he reached up and took hold of Colin’s arm. He applied a small amount of pressure to pull his arm down, indicating to Colin that he wanted him to come around the couch. Ryan watched at the older man stepped slowly into view, his head down, unwilling or unable to meet his gaze. Ryan also saw the obvious bulge in his friend’s pants. He pulled Colin down to his level and reached out, placing his hand lightly under Colin’s chin and pulling his head up to meet Ryan’s own eyes. He didn’t speak, hoping that his look alone would be enough to say everything he couldn’t find the words for yet. He guided Colin down onto the couch next to him and rose to kneel between his friend’s legs. Reaching forward, he took a hold of Colin’s fly and slowly unzipped it, surprised, but not unhappy, to see the Canadian’s erection spring free. He’d always wondered if his friend wore boxers or briefs, now he knew that he wore nothing at all. Ryan wasted no time in taking Colin’s throbbing shaft into his mouth, swallowing all the way to the hilt initially. The older man let out a gasp and thrust involuntarily at Ryan. He threaded his tongue expertly around Colin’s erection, pulling it in and out of his throat. Colin remained silent, save his heavy breathing, broken occasionally by a hitch. Ryan delighted as Colin reached out and threaded his fingers through his hair, sending a mixture of pleasure and pain. He felt Colin getting close, as the older man began to thrust rhythmically, and Ryan took him to the back of his throat and swallowed repetitvely. Colin let out a tight, high pitched squeak as Ryan felt the hot proof of his success flow down the back of his throat. He drank everything Colin had to offer, only finally pulling back as he felt his friend’s body become limp below him.
He didn’t understand why Ryan was crying, only that he needed to do something, as the sight was breaking his heart. He opened his mouth, yet again, to say something, but thought the better of it, remembering what Ryan had done for him only a short time ago. Colin reached out, taking Ryan’s face in his hands, and turned him to look into his eyes. Colin hoped that his eyes really were the windows to his soul as he gazed into the teary green pools looking back at him. Ryan had said so much with just his look before, and Colin could only hope to convey the same. He didn’t have the words just yet to say everything, and somehow, words just didn’t seem necessary now. It felt like words would just spoil the moment, break the spell. And so he looked, hoping to convey all of the love and adoration that resided in his heart. And then Colin leaned forward, his lips softly meeting Ryan’s, sealing their love, forever.
fin ~12/19/05~
Pairing: Ry/Col
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, just borrowing 'em.
Summary: My secret santa fic for lorenafire.....I don't think its my best, but I don't write smut as well as some others!
He wondered about Colin sometimes. So many years had passed and they knew each other so intimately. Best friends, that’s what they called it. But he wondered, did Colin know the truth? There were times when he would catch the older man watching him, a look of understanding in his gaze. Did Colin see it? Did he know that Ryan loved him, had loved him forever?
And then there were times like tonight, when Ryan had caught Colin’s eye during Greatest Hits, and had nearly fainted at the look of pure and utter adoration beaming back at him. Was it possible, he wondered, did Colin feel it too? Had he spent the last twenty years torn between ecstasy and pain, relishing what he had, but always wanting more?
Ryan sat alone in his dark trailer, his sanctuary from the outside world, a place where there were no expectations. He’d returned shortly after the taping, as he seemed to be doing more and more often lately, seeking release from the nearly insurmountable tension that had built, yet again. He’d started this retreat years ago, after the first time that Colin had provided his arms for Helping Hands. The older man hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, but Ryan had been unable to ignore Colin’s warm breath washing over the back of his neck throughout the game. By the end of the game, he’d been grateful for the cover of the table. The rest of the taping had been spent trying to recover, but every time Colin had touched him, it had sent electric shocks through his body. As soon as the taping ended, he’d fled to his trailer, closing the door and falling against it, taking his erection in his hand and pumping furiously. He’d only lasted a few minutes, finally achieving release and allowing Colin’s name to breathlessly escape through his gritted teeth.
Tonight was no different. Ryan had found an excuse to kiss Colin during a game, his lips lingering for maybe a moment longer than necessary to get the laugh. The burn had started at the first contact and had only grown with each moment that they touched. By the end of the taping, Ryan was practically panting, his legs crossed painfully. He’d wasted no time in leaving the studio after the show, brushing past Colin in the hall with little more than a grunt. Now he sat, legs extended in front of him, head thrown back, eyes closed, with his hand slowly massaging his swollen cock. He’d built quite a fantasy as the years had passed, and now he found it easy to slip into that fantasy as he pumped himself to relief. He lost himself in the dreams that his hand was replaced with Colin’s, that the older man’s lips were on his, his hands exploring every inch of Ryan’s body. He’d lost himself in this fantasy countless times before, but it was always so real.
Colin stood transfixed. He’d come to Ryan’s trailer seeking an answer. His friend had been so distant lately and he’d wondered if it had been something he’d done. He knocked, knowing full well that Ryan was inside, and when he hadn’t gotten an answer, he’d tested the knob. Finding it unlocked, he had stepped inside. He’d intended to call out to Ryan, but the name had frozen on his lips upon the sight of his friend stretched out, long slender fingers wrapped tightly around his erect shaft. Colin knew he should turn and leave, knew that it was wrong for him to watch, yet he couldn’t make himself stop. He watched Ryan’s smooth, strong strokes and he saw the small bead of fluid glisten at the tip of his crown. His own breathing had grown heavy and fast and his hand sought out and found his own erection, bulging angrily against his pants. He massaged himself vaguely, through his pants, his full attention on Ryan. His eyes skimmed over Ryan’s long, lean torso, trailed up over his strong, thin neck, and drowned in the desire he saw in the younger man’s face. And suddenly, Colin’s whole world stopped.
“Oh god Colin, I love you.” Ryan moaned, followed by a tight hiss.
Colin froze, momentarily unsure of what to do, sure he’d been seen, and so embarrassed that Ryan’s words didn’t register immediately. His first realization was that Ryan was lost in some fantasy, and wasn’t aware he was being watched. Then he realized what he’d heard. Colin registered that not only was the fantasy about him, but that Ryan, his best friend in the whole world and the man he loved, had just said he loved him as well. He opened his mouth to speak, to somehow alert Ryan to his presence and affirm his love, but he closed it before a single sound had escaped. He found himself stepping closer to the younger man, his breath coming in ragged hitches. Colin knelt down behind Ryan and, before his mind could reason with him to stop, reached around and took Ryan’s erection in his own hand. As his fingers met flesh, his mouth began to explore the hot skin at the base of Ryan’s neck. He didn’t stop, he didn’t think, he just continued to act. His hand firmly slid up and down the length of Ryan’s shaft, the perfect blend of pressure and speed. In the back of his mind, Colin could hear Ryan’s moans and passionate whispers. Over and over he heard Ryan breathe his name, a sweet sound mixed with an occasional confession of love. He felt Ryan’s body tense below him just moments before a loud, savage scream escaped his lips and he found his release.
Ryan lay still, struggling to gain control of his breathing as his body continued to melt into the couch. He lay still because he was afraid, afraid that if he moved, it would all dissolve around him and it wouldn’t be real. He could hear the soft panting behind him, the unmistakable sound of Colin’s breathing. He was scared, but he didn’t want to lose this, so he reached up and took hold of Colin’s arm. He applied a small amount of pressure to pull his arm down, indicating to Colin that he wanted him to come around the couch. Ryan watched at the older man stepped slowly into view, his head down, unwilling or unable to meet his gaze. Ryan also saw the obvious bulge in his friend’s pants. He pulled Colin down to his level and reached out, placing his hand lightly under Colin’s chin and pulling his head up to meet Ryan’s own eyes. He didn’t speak, hoping that his look alone would be enough to say everything he couldn’t find the words for yet. He guided Colin down onto the couch next to him and rose to kneel between his friend’s legs. Reaching forward, he took a hold of Colin’s fly and slowly unzipped it, surprised, but not unhappy, to see the Canadian’s erection spring free. He’d always wondered if his friend wore boxers or briefs, now he knew that he wore nothing at all. Ryan wasted no time in taking Colin’s throbbing shaft into his mouth, swallowing all the way to the hilt initially. The older man let out a gasp and thrust involuntarily at Ryan. He threaded his tongue expertly around Colin’s erection, pulling it in and out of his throat. Colin remained silent, save his heavy breathing, broken occasionally by a hitch. Ryan delighted as Colin reached out and threaded his fingers through his hair, sending a mixture of pleasure and pain. He felt Colin getting close, as the older man began to thrust rhythmically, and Ryan took him to the back of his throat and swallowed repetitvely. Colin let out a tight, high pitched squeak as Ryan felt the hot proof of his success flow down the back of his throat. He drank everything Colin had to offer, only finally pulling back as he felt his friend’s body become limp below him.
He didn’t understand why Ryan was crying, only that he needed to do something, as the sight was breaking his heart. He opened his mouth, yet again, to say something, but thought the better of it, remembering what Ryan had done for him only a short time ago. Colin reached out, taking Ryan’s face in his hands, and turned him to look into his eyes. Colin hoped that his eyes really were the windows to his soul as he gazed into the teary green pools looking back at him. Ryan had said so much with just his look before, and Colin could only hope to convey the same. He didn’t have the words just yet to say everything, and somehow, words just didn’t seem necessary now. It felt like words would just spoil the moment, break the spell. And so he looked, hoping to convey all of the love and adoration that resided in his heart. And then Colin leaned forward, his lips softly meeting Ryan’s, sealing their love, forever.
fin ~12/19/05~