Royal Desires - 4/8
Umm... do I get a story tag? *puppy eyes*
Title: Royal Desires - Chapter Four
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Summary: An AU story where the young prince Stiles must marry a bride if he ever hopes to keep the throne, but is sidetracked by his passion for a stable boy named Colin…
Author’s Notes: ;)
Some time of riding later and Colin could safely say that he was enjoying himself immensely. Ryan knew all the places where they got the best views of Stiles Manor, or anywhere else for that matter. They’d left the stables and over the sound of hooves hitting the ground, Colin had called out, “Where are we going exactly?” To which Ryan had replied with a smile, “No idea!”
Currently, they trotted casually around the grounds whilst Ryan built anticipation for Colin’s next surprise. Colin meanwhile was starting to realise the time of day and knew that he’d be the one in trouble if anyone found out they were both missing.
Suddenly, Ryan halted just outside a wooded area and dismounted. He stretched, unknowingly lifting his dress shirt to reveal the bare skin of his hip in the process. “I have to show you this,” he said excitedly (not quite realising that he’d already shown him a little bit).
Colin wasn’t entirely sure just what Ryan was planning to show him, but his heart skipped a beat none the less. He climbed down, noting the strange feeling of the sturdy ground beneath his feet again, and helped fasten the reigns to two nearby trees.
They let the horses happily graze on their own for a while and Ryan extended his arm to a bemused Colin. “Take my hand,” he near-whispered. The young Canadian didn’t need to be told twice as his heart skipped two more beats - maybe he should get that looked at?
His hand felt enveloped in the prince’s has he got tugged through the forest, slaloming expertly through trees on their way. The journey was thrilling, leading somewhere uncertain and Colin was finding it difficult to restrain his happiness, unable to wipe the grin from his face. Who knew that he’d one day be on such a close rapport with the prince? Not him, that’s for sure.
“’Kay, we’re almost there,” Ryan explained as he stopped moving for a moment. “But it’s a surprise, so I’m gonna have to blindfold you.” And before Colin had the chance to vote one way or the other, Ryan’s hand, the one not tightly entwined with Colin’s, came up to cover the stable boy’s eyes.
“Is this how you treat all your riding buddies?” Colin laughed to himself, feeling Ryan tug at him again.
“You’re the first, actually,” chuckled Ryan as he guided his friend through the last little part of woodland. He neared the destination and his heart fluttered with nerves - he was sure that Colin was going to like it, positively certain, but held his breath anyway.
With sense of sight restricted, Colin tried to use his other senses to determine where he was. He smelt grass and musky nature, heard birds and the rustling of trees in the wind, but couldn’t sense anything more. He was however enjoying the feel of both of Ryan’s hands on him.
And suddenly they stopped, Ryan letting go from Colin’s hand as the latter felt bereft though the loss of contact.
“Okay…” He heard Ryan inhale and let out a nervous breath, which puzzled him. “You can open your eyes now.”
The hand was pulled away from his eyes, but he kept them closed for a brief moment longer as he tried to picture what he might see once he opened them. But once the tension had become strenuous enough, he gave in and set his eyes on the beautiful sight before him.
Ryan had brought him to a large lake, sparkling in the sun and creating a pool of light with the reflection. Colin gasped in reverence; captivated so much that he barely felt Ryan’s large hand on the small of his back.
“It’s not the exact one from you picture,” he spoke softly, “but I thought maybe you’d like it.”
“Ryan, it’s… it’s perfect.” Colin was lost beyond almost no words at all - for a prince he had one of the kindest hearts he’d found in anybody, which just made him melt with happiness. Reaching into his pocket, Colin pulled out his old lake photograph and held it up for them both to see.
The details were near perfect, from the sun to the trees. Even if it wasn’t the same lake, it was still so damn beautiful.
“Well, it’s nearly perfect. But look,” Ryan pointed to the mysterious kissing couple in the picture and breathed heavily in Colin’s ear. “It seems to be missing a very important detail.”
Colin felt an exciting simultaneous tingle of warmth and chills within him as he started to contemplate what that meant. The warmth settled in his lower belly while the chills shot all the way up his spine to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
Ryan turned Colin slowly until they faced each other and tried to look for any signs of discomfort or neglect. A grin graced his face when he realised that Colin felt neither of these, but simply looked surprised and curious. And so, throwing any potential consequences into the wind, he inwardly dared himself on.
The prince had both hands on Colin’s hips, rubbing the area softly, and Colin felt an abrupt sense of giddiness charge into his system. Those strong arms slipped further behind him until his body eventually bumped into Ryan’s and he let out a small gasp at the contact. His own hands were resting on Ryan’s broad shoulders, still unsure of what he wanted, still wondering if this was just a cruel dream that he’d wake up from at any moment.
Their faces were now so close that they could share a breath and Ryan could count a thousand reasons in his head as to why this was wrong, but the instant he saw Colin lick his lips, all self-control was lost and their mouths finally met in a joyous first meeting.
Colin was frozen and unsure how to react - Ryan’s kiss was soft and transitory, only lasting a few moments and Colin closed his eyes against it, opening only until after Ryan had pulled away in uncertainty. Colin hadn’t kissed back, he thought to himself in trepidation and wondered if he’d made a mistake.
“Col?”
That nickname Ryan gave him, the way he said it in such a deep, sensual tone. ‘Snap’ went Colin’s last ounce of restraint. His hands slid from shoulders to clasp around Ryan’s neck and brought him down for another kiss, far less hesitant than the first. Tongues met and clashed instantly and both men were surprised at just how quickly things had moved along between them - this time yesterday, they had only just learnt the other had existed, and now here they were, feeling each other’s bodies with searching hands.
Colin gave a moan of delight, one that Ryan gladly answered with his own deep growl. It was a slow probing kiss that ironically seemed to be moving very fast, about the same speed as all the morals flying out the window.
They broke apart eventually to catch much-needed breath, still keeping each other close enough to feel their torsos brush together as they inhaled rapidly.
“Damn, you’re a good kisser,” Ryan panted, grinning like a Cheshire cat at this new connection.
“I’d say you’re average.” Despite their situation, Colin couldn’t help but tease him.
Ryan raised an eyebrow and leant closer so they’re noses brushed together idly. “Then I guess I should get some more practice…”
Those words had triggered something deep within Colin - a wave of pressure coursing through his body. It felt like deep passion mixed with the frivolous feeling you get after you do something decidedly wicked. And Colin absolutely loved it.
During their next kiss, Ryan expertly lowered them both down to the ground without breaking, which was a skill in itself, and wrapped both arms around the man next to him. The smell of sweet grass combined with the pheromones of each other was acting as a wonderful enticement, and the kiss had grown to something far beyond affection.
It was as if they had both entered an entirely different world - somewhere in the background, angels were singing and fireworks were exploding as they shared their first tender moments. For a while, kissing seemed to be the only thing they knew how to do, and Ryan felt drowned in happiness for the first time in days.
They felt like two lost lovers on the edge of space, as if nothing existed but themselves…
~~~
Meanwhile, back at the manor, footman Brad was pacing up and down in his bedroom. He’d intended to consult more on the inheritance plan with the prince but had gone to the royal room to find him missing.
“For God’s sake, Brad, would you please quit walking around? You’re making me dizzy,” Greg pleaded from his bed. “Man, twelve bedrooms in this entire place and I have to share with you.”
Brad did stop his pacing, but only long enough to stare at Greg unbelievably. “How can you be so relaxed? His Highness is missing!” He went back to his insane pacing and Greg rolled his eyes.
“Well, instead of wearing a hole in the carpet, why don’t you go out and look for him?” he suggested. “There’s, like, a hundred rooms, he’s bound to be in on of them.” And he went back to reading an old book he’d become engrossed in, but was interrupted by a low-flying cushion aimed directly at his head. “Ow!”
“You’re so insensitive!” Brad tensed in irritation, and Greg could just picture steam shooting comically out of his ears. “What if he’s passed out somewhere? What if something’s happened to him? And who do you think will get blamed if something does happen?”
Greg blinked once, twice, as he realised that Brad was talking sense. It would be the footmen to the prince who’d get their asses in hot water if Ryan had decided to go on permanent vacation…
“Damn it, I hate it when you’re right,” he huffed, throwing his book aside. “Fine, fine. We’ll both go and look for him, but if he’s just fallen asleep on the couch again, I’m gonna kill you.”
The pair passed various butlers and servants on the way to the prince’s bedroom, all saying that they had not seen him all day, which just served to worry Brad even more, much to Greg’s amusement.
“You know, you could be an actor with all this overacting you’re doing,” he laughed to himself, but Brad shot him a glance and generally ignored him.
They entered the royal sleeping quarters and had a thorough look around, anywhere that Ryan might be hiding. Greg saw Brad open up a wicker chest, no bigger than a human head, and blinked in confusion. “Brad, who are you looking for? Tom Thumb?”
“Oh, shut up. Doesn’t hurt to check,” Brad said bluntly, and proceeded to look franticly in a chest of drawers, pulling out clothing in the process. “Sire… sire? Are you in here?”
Proops slapped a hand to his face in exasperation. “I guess we should start writing our obituaries now, huh?”
~~~
Back at the lake, Ryan and Colin had yet to focus on anything but each other as they lay in the shallow grass, having what seemed like an ever-lasting tongue duel. Ryan had crept his hands under Colin's shirt and had begun feeling the furry chest beneath it. He loved how hot Colin’s body felt under his touch and how whenever he drifted lower, Colin seemed to wriggle into him, silently asking for more.
I’m kissing the prince… me! Colin thought to himself in glee, feeling higher than a cloud right about now, with large caressing hands on his skin. He wondered what it might be like to have those hands elsewhere…
Ryan finally pulling away from the kiss interrupted his wondering, and he sighed to himself in contentment when he opened his eyes to that wonderful face. He noticed that while he’d been otherwise occupied, his hands had made their way into Ryan’s hair.
“I could do this all day,” Colin whispered, smiling at the sight of Ryan’s red lips.
“Yeah, me too. Except maybe… not here.” The young prince let out a breath of laughter upon seeing Colin’s raised eyebrow. “I don’t think the ground is all that comfortable.” Colin bit his lip in deep thought and Ryan laid a small kiss onto the tip of his nose. “We should probably be getting back anyway - we’ve been lying here kissing for quite sometime.”
The older man smiled slyly and ran his thumb over Ryan’s bottom lip. “And that’s a bad thing?” He grabbed at Ryan’s hair and brought their mouths together once more, feeling the vibration of his giggle and sighing happily.
Ryan surrendered to him for a while, but eventually got his senses back on track. “All right, Col. Seriously, we should get going,” he grinned and stood on unsteady legs, brushing his royal clothing free of loose grass. Colin followed suit in similar shaky style, sharing boyish laughter with his new boyfriend as he brushed off also.
“C’mon,” Ryan said whilst reaching out to take Colin’s hand, in affection this time and not guidance.
A short time later and the pair were back on their horses ready to go. Stiles Manor could be seen in the distance, and it wasn’t long until they were both on their way at speed, galloping rapidly.
Colin was racing just in front of Ryan, and Ryan had become very distracted by this. Especially how strong he was while controlling Margo, pulling at the reigns with obvious experience and restrain. But what distracted him the most was the way Colin moved his hips rhythmically backwards and forwards as he countered his balance on the racing mare. It was driving Ryan absolutely crazy, given that he couldn’t really ride a galloping stallion while a great pressure was growing in his pants.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off this distraction the entire ride back to the stables, and by this time the pressure was unbearable enough for Ryan to take immediate action upon their return.
The moment Lance and Margo had been safely returned to their stables, Ryan pounced on the unsuspecting Canadian; he grabbed Colin’s hand and tugged him away once more, something that Colin was beginning to love - Ryan leading him somewhere uncertain. They eventually arrived at the hay storage barn not far from the stables, which certainly was an uncertain destination, and Colin’s head was swimming with possibilities of what Ryan might have had in store for him. What he didn’t anticipate was the younger man pulling him towards the pile of fresh hay in the corner and throwing him down onto it in strong fervour.
Colin gasped as his back hit the dried grass and felt the slightly rough edges tickle him in weird places. Ryan leant down and crawled on top of him like a growling, prowling big cat hunting for prey.
Ryan looked fondly at the man beneath him - his hair all mussed, button shirt slightly open and looking up with dark, misty bedroom eyes. And just how damn hot he looked this way, already slightly sweaty and chest heaving with intense breaths.
He shifted slightly, brushing more of himself against Colin and the stable boy’s breath caught when he felt the hardness of Ryan’s crotch against his thigh. He wasn’t quite sure what to think as his brain had become awash with combined passion, desire and anticipation, but did know that Ryan looked positively ravenous, and Colin loved it.
“What are you going to do to me?” he asked in blissful ignorance, a devious smile creeping onto his face.
Ryan’s answer was simple and to the point, but was powerful enough to send fire-like hormones coursing through their bloodstreams. “I want you and I’m going to make love to you. Right now.”
To be continued…
Title: Royal Desires - Chapter Four
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Summary: An AU story where the young prince Stiles must marry a bride if he ever hopes to keep the throne, but is sidetracked by his passion for a stable boy named Colin…
Author’s Notes: ;)
Some time of riding later and Colin could safely say that he was enjoying himself immensely. Ryan knew all the places where they got the best views of Stiles Manor, or anywhere else for that matter. They’d left the stables and over the sound of hooves hitting the ground, Colin had called out, “Where are we going exactly?” To which Ryan had replied with a smile, “No idea!”
Currently, they trotted casually around the grounds whilst Ryan built anticipation for Colin’s next surprise. Colin meanwhile was starting to realise the time of day and knew that he’d be the one in trouble if anyone found out they were both missing.
Suddenly, Ryan halted just outside a wooded area and dismounted. He stretched, unknowingly lifting his dress shirt to reveal the bare skin of his hip in the process. “I have to show you this,” he said excitedly (not quite realising that he’d already shown him a little bit).
Colin wasn’t entirely sure just what Ryan was planning to show him, but his heart skipped a beat none the less. He climbed down, noting the strange feeling of the sturdy ground beneath his feet again, and helped fasten the reigns to two nearby trees.
They let the horses happily graze on their own for a while and Ryan extended his arm to a bemused Colin. “Take my hand,” he near-whispered. The young Canadian didn’t need to be told twice as his heart skipped two more beats - maybe he should get that looked at?
His hand felt enveloped in the prince’s has he got tugged through the forest, slaloming expertly through trees on their way. The journey was thrilling, leading somewhere uncertain and Colin was finding it difficult to restrain his happiness, unable to wipe the grin from his face. Who knew that he’d one day be on such a close rapport with the prince? Not him, that’s for sure.
“’Kay, we’re almost there,” Ryan explained as he stopped moving for a moment. “But it’s a surprise, so I’m gonna have to blindfold you.” And before Colin had the chance to vote one way or the other, Ryan’s hand, the one not tightly entwined with Colin’s, came up to cover the stable boy’s eyes.
“Is this how you treat all your riding buddies?” Colin laughed to himself, feeling Ryan tug at him again.
“You’re the first, actually,” chuckled Ryan as he guided his friend through the last little part of woodland. He neared the destination and his heart fluttered with nerves - he was sure that Colin was going to like it, positively certain, but held his breath anyway.
With sense of sight restricted, Colin tried to use his other senses to determine where he was. He smelt grass and musky nature, heard birds and the rustling of trees in the wind, but couldn’t sense anything more. He was however enjoying the feel of both of Ryan’s hands on him.
And suddenly they stopped, Ryan letting go from Colin’s hand as the latter felt bereft though the loss of contact.
“Okay…” He heard Ryan inhale and let out a nervous breath, which puzzled him. “You can open your eyes now.”
The hand was pulled away from his eyes, but he kept them closed for a brief moment longer as he tried to picture what he might see once he opened them. But once the tension had become strenuous enough, he gave in and set his eyes on the beautiful sight before him.
Ryan had brought him to a large lake, sparkling in the sun and creating a pool of light with the reflection. Colin gasped in reverence; captivated so much that he barely felt Ryan’s large hand on the small of his back.
“It’s not the exact one from you picture,” he spoke softly, “but I thought maybe you’d like it.”
“Ryan, it’s… it’s perfect.” Colin was lost beyond almost no words at all - for a prince he had one of the kindest hearts he’d found in anybody, which just made him melt with happiness. Reaching into his pocket, Colin pulled out his old lake photograph and held it up for them both to see.
The details were near perfect, from the sun to the trees. Even if it wasn’t the same lake, it was still so damn beautiful.
“Well, it’s nearly perfect. But look,” Ryan pointed to the mysterious kissing couple in the picture and breathed heavily in Colin’s ear. “It seems to be missing a very important detail.”
Colin felt an exciting simultaneous tingle of warmth and chills within him as he started to contemplate what that meant. The warmth settled in his lower belly while the chills shot all the way up his spine to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
Ryan turned Colin slowly until they faced each other and tried to look for any signs of discomfort or neglect. A grin graced his face when he realised that Colin felt neither of these, but simply looked surprised and curious. And so, throwing any potential consequences into the wind, he inwardly dared himself on.
The prince had both hands on Colin’s hips, rubbing the area softly, and Colin felt an abrupt sense of giddiness charge into his system. Those strong arms slipped further behind him until his body eventually bumped into Ryan’s and he let out a small gasp at the contact. His own hands were resting on Ryan’s broad shoulders, still unsure of what he wanted, still wondering if this was just a cruel dream that he’d wake up from at any moment.
Their faces were now so close that they could share a breath and Ryan could count a thousand reasons in his head as to why this was wrong, but the instant he saw Colin lick his lips, all self-control was lost and their mouths finally met in a joyous first meeting.
Colin was frozen and unsure how to react - Ryan’s kiss was soft and transitory, only lasting a few moments and Colin closed his eyes against it, opening only until after Ryan had pulled away in uncertainty. Colin hadn’t kissed back, he thought to himself in trepidation and wondered if he’d made a mistake.
“Col?”
That nickname Ryan gave him, the way he said it in such a deep, sensual tone. ‘Snap’ went Colin’s last ounce of restraint. His hands slid from shoulders to clasp around Ryan’s neck and brought him down for another kiss, far less hesitant than the first. Tongues met and clashed instantly and both men were surprised at just how quickly things had moved along between them - this time yesterday, they had only just learnt the other had existed, and now here they were, feeling each other’s bodies with searching hands.
Colin gave a moan of delight, one that Ryan gladly answered with his own deep growl. It was a slow probing kiss that ironically seemed to be moving very fast, about the same speed as all the morals flying out the window.
They broke apart eventually to catch much-needed breath, still keeping each other close enough to feel their torsos brush together as they inhaled rapidly.
“Damn, you’re a good kisser,” Ryan panted, grinning like a Cheshire cat at this new connection.
“I’d say you’re average.” Despite their situation, Colin couldn’t help but tease him.
Ryan raised an eyebrow and leant closer so they’re noses brushed together idly. “Then I guess I should get some more practice…”
Those words had triggered something deep within Colin - a wave of pressure coursing through his body. It felt like deep passion mixed with the frivolous feeling you get after you do something decidedly wicked. And Colin absolutely loved it.
During their next kiss, Ryan expertly lowered them both down to the ground without breaking, which was a skill in itself, and wrapped both arms around the man next to him. The smell of sweet grass combined with the pheromones of each other was acting as a wonderful enticement, and the kiss had grown to something far beyond affection.
It was as if they had both entered an entirely different world - somewhere in the background, angels were singing and fireworks were exploding as they shared their first tender moments. For a while, kissing seemed to be the only thing they knew how to do, and Ryan felt drowned in happiness for the first time in days.
They felt like two lost lovers on the edge of space, as if nothing existed but themselves…
~~~
Meanwhile, back at the manor, footman Brad was pacing up and down in his bedroom. He’d intended to consult more on the inheritance plan with the prince but had gone to the royal room to find him missing.
“For God’s sake, Brad, would you please quit walking around? You’re making me dizzy,” Greg pleaded from his bed. “Man, twelve bedrooms in this entire place and I have to share with you.”
Brad did stop his pacing, but only long enough to stare at Greg unbelievably. “How can you be so relaxed? His Highness is missing!” He went back to his insane pacing and Greg rolled his eyes.
“Well, instead of wearing a hole in the carpet, why don’t you go out and look for him?” he suggested. “There’s, like, a hundred rooms, he’s bound to be in on of them.” And he went back to reading an old book he’d become engrossed in, but was interrupted by a low-flying cushion aimed directly at his head. “Ow!”
“You’re so insensitive!” Brad tensed in irritation, and Greg could just picture steam shooting comically out of his ears. “What if he’s passed out somewhere? What if something’s happened to him? And who do you think will get blamed if something does happen?”
Greg blinked once, twice, as he realised that Brad was talking sense. It would be the footmen to the prince who’d get their asses in hot water if Ryan had decided to go on permanent vacation…
“Damn it, I hate it when you’re right,” he huffed, throwing his book aside. “Fine, fine. We’ll both go and look for him, but if he’s just fallen asleep on the couch again, I’m gonna kill you.”
The pair passed various butlers and servants on the way to the prince’s bedroom, all saying that they had not seen him all day, which just served to worry Brad even more, much to Greg’s amusement.
“You know, you could be an actor with all this overacting you’re doing,” he laughed to himself, but Brad shot him a glance and generally ignored him.
They entered the royal sleeping quarters and had a thorough look around, anywhere that Ryan might be hiding. Greg saw Brad open up a wicker chest, no bigger than a human head, and blinked in confusion. “Brad, who are you looking for? Tom Thumb?”
“Oh, shut up. Doesn’t hurt to check,” Brad said bluntly, and proceeded to look franticly in a chest of drawers, pulling out clothing in the process. “Sire… sire? Are you in here?”
Proops slapped a hand to his face in exasperation. “I guess we should start writing our obituaries now, huh?”
~~~
Back at the lake, Ryan and Colin had yet to focus on anything but each other as they lay in the shallow grass, having what seemed like an ever-lasting tongue duel. Ryan had crept his hands under Colin's shirt and had begun feeling the furry chest beneath it. He loved how hot Colin’s body felt under his touch and how whenever he drifted lower, Colin seemed to wriggle into him, silently asking for more.
I’m kissing the prince… me! Colin thought to himself in glee, feeling higher than a cloud right about now, with large caressing hands on his skin. He wondered what it might be like to have those hands elsewhere…
Ryan finally pulling away from the kiss interrupted his wondering, and he sighed to himself in contentment when he opened his eyes to that wonderful face. He noticed that while he’d been otherwise occupied, his hands had made their way into Ryan’s hair.
“I could do this all day,” Colin whispered, smiling at the sight of Ryan’s red lips.
“Yeah, me too. Except maybe… not here.” The young prince let out a breath of laughter upon seeing Colin’s raised eyebrow. “I don’t think the ground is all that comfortable.” Colin bit his lip in deep thought and Ryan laid a small kiss onto the tip of his nose. “We should probably be getting back anyway - we’ve been lying here kissing for quite sometime.”
The older man smiled slyly and ran his thumb over Ryan’s bottom lip. “And that’s a bad thing?” He grabbed at Ryan’s hair and brought their mouths together once more, feeling the vibration of his giggle and sighing happily.
Ryan surrendered to him for a while, but eventually got his senses back on track. “All right, Col. Seriously, we should get going,” he grinned and stood on unsteady legs, brushing his royal clothing free of loose grass. Colin followed suit in similar shaky style, sharing boyish laughter with his new boyfriend as he brushed off also.
“C’mon,” Ryan said whilst reaching out to take Colin’s hand, in affection this time and not guidance.
A short time later and the pair were back on their horses ready to go. Stiles Manor could be seen in the distance, and it wasn’t long until they were both on their way at speed, galloping rapidly.
Colin was racing just in front of Ryan, and Ryan had become very distracted by this. Especially how strong he was while controlling Margo, pulling at the reigns with obvious experience and restrain. But what distracted him the most was the way Colin moved his hips rhythmically backwards and forwards as he countered his balance on the racing mare. It was driving Ryan absolutely crazy, given that he couldn’t really ride a galloping stallion while a great pressure was growing in his pants.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off this distraction the entire ride back to the stables, and by this time the pressure was unbearable enough for Ryan to take immediate action upon their return.
The moment Lance and Margo had been safely returned to their stables, Ryan pounced on the unsuspecting Canadian; he grabbed Colin’s hand and tugged him away once more, something that Colin was beginning to love - Ryan leading him somewhere uncertain. They eventually arrived at the hay storage barn not far from the stables, which certainly was an uncertain destination, and Colin’s head was swimming with possibilities of what Ryan might have had in store for him. What he didn’t anticipate was the younger man pulling him towards the pile of fresh hay in the corner and throwing him down onto it in strong fervour.
Colin gasped as his back hit the dried grass and felt the slightly rough edges tickle him in weird places. Ryan leant down and crawled on top of him like a growling, prowling big cat hunting for prey.
Ryan looked fondly at the man beneath him - his hair all mussed, button shirt slightly open and looking up with dark, misty bedroom eyes. And just how damn hot he looked this way, already slightly sweaty and chest heaving with intense breaths.
He shifted slightly, brushing more of himself against Colin and the stable boy’s breath caught when he felt the hardness of Ryan’s crotch against his thigh. He wasn’t quite sure what to think as his brain had become awash with combined passion, desire and anticipation, but did know that Ryan looked positively ravenous, and Colin loved it.
“What are you going to do to me?” he asked in blissful ignorance, a devious smile creeping onto his face.
Ryan’s answer was simple and to the point, but was powerful enough to send fire-like hormones coursing through their bloodstreams. “I want you and I’m going to make love to you. Right now.”
To be continued…