[Fic] Wake Up Call
Title: Wake Up Call
Author: Jie Jie
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1840
Summary: Ryan feels like he's just sleepwalking through life. Good job Colin's there to wake him up.
The lovely rycolfan wrote me a yummy piece of smut for xmas, this is a little something something in return. ^_^
“Hey Wayne,” Colin dodged between a couple of tech guys who were setting up the stage for the next game. “Did you see where Ryan went?”
“I don't know, man. He stormed out of here like his ass was on fire,” Wayne said as he smoothed the wrinkles out of his red silk shirt. Colin ran a hand over his face. The whole day of taping had been full of a strange tension, nearly all of it emitting from Ryan who had made it perfectly clear that he'd rather be anywhere but on stage.
“I think he's just having a bad day.”
Wayne raised one eyebrow. “Well, you know, he seems to be having a lot of bad days just lately.”
“You noticed that, huh?”
“Everyone and his dog has noticed,” Wayne said. “You need to sit him down.”
“I was worried you were going to say that,” Colin played with his wedding ring as he worried about the idea. He'd already tried, countless times, to try and get Ryan to confide in him. He'd tried all the subtle approaches, taking him out for drinks after the show, sharing his own problems in the hopes that Ryan would give something back, none of it had worked.
“You know, he made a runner cry yesterday,” Wayne clapped a hand on Colin's shoulder. “Good luck, man.”
“Oh, great. Really, thanks for the support,” Colin said half-heartedly. In his peripheral vision Colin spotted Dan Patterson talking to a couple of the camera crew. He bade Wayne a hasty farewell and hurried over to their stalwart producer. “Dan, have you seen Ryan?”
“Uh, I would try the roof if I were you,” Dan said distractedly as he looked through his notes on the days taping. “I'm sure he's started smoking up there.”
“Thanks.”
“Colin, just hold on a moment,” Dan finally looked up from his clipboard and focused on the performer. Colin felt a rush of nerves as he generally did when Dan spoke to him, it was like talking to his old headmaster. “You've really performed today. Tell Ryan to buck up, all right? We're trying to make a comedy show, not a melodrama.” With that Dan walked away, leaving a rather stunned Colin blinking in his wake.
*
At that very moment Ryan Stiles was indeed up on the roof of the studios, though he wasn't enjoying a calming cigarette. He paced up and down the rooftop, right by the ledge, scowling down at the bustling city below him. Another day, another taping, the same god damned games. He used to love it. Now...now it wasn't enough.
“Fuck!” Ryan came to an abrupt halt and slammed the heels of his hands down hard on the waist high concrete ledge. The jarring pain did nothing to dispel the anger which had built up inside him all day.
“Feel better now?” Ryan jumped and turned quickly at the voice, though he knew who had spoken without even looking.
“What are you doing up here?” Ryan crossed his arms across his chest as he glared at his best friend. He'd grown to think of the rooftop as his own and for Colin to appear uninvited felt like an invasion of his privacy.
“Nice, Ry, that's real nice,” Colin echoed Ryan's body language as the two of them squared off. “I'm here because I'm worried about you, you jackass.”
“Yeah? Well I'm fine, thank you, goodnight,” Ryan gave a jaunty wave and turned his back on Colin, fixing his eyes instead on the busy street below. Most people knew to leave Ryan well alone when he was in such a foul mood. That was why it came as such a shock when strong hands dug into his shoulders and he was hauled around to face Colin who looked angrier than Ryan had ever seen him.
“I'm getting really tired of you treating everyone like crap,” Colin said. “What happened to you?”
“Nothing happened,” Ryan growled, he would have moved away but Colin still had a firm grip on his upper arms. “Everything's exactly the same as it always is. What do you want from me?”
“I want you to talk to me. I can't fix things if I don't know what's wrong.”
“Don't you get it? I don't know what's wrong!” Ryan knocked Colin's hands away from him and started to pace up and down once more. “I've got everything, right? Fame, fortune, family, the whole nine yards, American-fucking-dream. But it's not enough, I'm just sleepwalking.”
Colin had heard enough. His mind flashed back on the Ryan Stiles he used to know. That effervescent, charming, awkward young man who had completely changed his life. Back to the days before they'd met their wives when they'd discovered the joys of life and improv together. When they'd drink just enough to drown out the voices of convention to fool around in their tiny, barely furnished apartment. They'd given all that up to focus on the goals that society had given them. As Colin watched Ryan desperately try not to fall apart he wondered, no, he knew that they had made a mistake. He had to rectify it, as much for Ryan's sanity as his own.
Colin stalked over to Ryan, reached out with one hand to grab the back of his neck and crashed their lips together. Colin expected Ryan to baulk or protest but he did neither. Instead, he fell into the kiss, wrapped his arms around Colin's waist and pulled him closer. Colin's tongue forced it's way inside Ryan's mouth and moved against his tongue in an almost forgotten dance. Frissions of pleasure filled them both and suddenly they just weren't close enough.
Colin's hands fisted in the cotton of Ryan's brown shirt before sliding down between them and unzipping his slacks. Without breaking the kiss Colin pulled down both Ryan's pants and his underwear in one swift move. Ryan moaned loudly into Colin's mouth as he felt the other man firmly massage his balls, completely ignoring his already aching shaft.
“Jesus, Col...it's been...too fucking long,” Ryan panted as Colin's teeth grazed the side of his neck. God, so many years since they'd last done this and they could still both remember exactly what to do to drive each other crazy. He reached down to unzip Colin's fly and draw out his cock. Ryan wrapped his long fingers around it and pumped, marvelling at the way Colin's breath turned harsh and desperate against his neck as he worked.
“Want you,” Colin said, the words neither a demand nor a request, just a simple statement of fact.
“Do it,” Ryan growled, his green eyes darkened with lust. “Fuck me hard. Make me feel it.” At those words Colin lost all sense of control. He spun Ryan around and bent him over the ledge, dropping to his knees behind him. The hard concrete bit into Colin's knees as he spread Ryan's cheeks, revealing his puckered ring. Colin ignored the pain in his legs as he leaned forward and ran his tongue down the cleft of Ryan's ass, gratified when his partner shivered violently. Ryan's knuckles turned white as Colin's talented tongue worked to loosen him up. When Ryan's knees had completely turned to jelly, Colin dragged himself to his feet and spat into his own hand before coating his already pre-cum slicked cock with it.
Colin covered Ryan's body with his own as he rubbed his cock against Ryan's entrance. Ryan's head dropped and he let out a low moan of pain as Colin entered him in short, sharp thrusts. Colin kissed his neck soothingly but he pressed on until he was buried completely inside Ryan's ass. They paused for a long moment as Ryan adjusted and both men marvelled that they had come together after so many years of denial. Colin's hands gripped Ryan's sharp hips and he began to fuck him hard and fast, just the way that both of them needed. Ryan bit down hard on his bottom lip as he rode out the pain, his body slowly adjusting to being filled in this way. His breathy moans soon turned into almost screams of pleasure as Colin hit that sweet spot inside him.
The encounter was too intense and had been too long in coming for either man to last for long. Colin lost it first, biting down hard on Ryan's cloth covered shoulder to muffle his yell of completion. His hips thrust wildly as he filled Ryan with his seed. Ryan's hand dropped down to pump his own throbbing cock. He was so close that it only took a few seconds before he exploded, his cum spilling over his hand to splatter on the ledge in front of him.
Colin rested his head against Ryan's back, gathering his composure. Neither of them were in a rush to move. Eventually Colin pulled away, his softening cock slipping from Ryan's body. There was an awkward moment as they readjusted their clothes, not making eye-contact. Ryan broke the silence with a satisfied sigh.
“Let's not wait another ten years before we do that again, okay?”
Colin grinned in response. “Still feel like you're sleepwalking?”
“Hm, I don't know,” Ryan's smile turned seductive as he reached out and snagged Colin's belt, pulling him up close. “That might have been a very hot, wet dream.”
“As long as you make it a recurring dream I have no problem.”
“Well, I was hoping to catch some z's in my dressing room later, if you know what I mean,” Ryan wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“I think I get the idea,” Colin laughed. The pair moved towards the doorway, now eager to get back inside. When Ryan came to an abrupt halt, Colin turned to look at him curiously.
“What's wrong?”
“Uh, Col?”
“Yeah Ry?”
“When you came out here, you didn't happen to move a fire extinguisher, did you?”
“...Maybe,” Colin said hesitantly. He'd been so focused on getting to Ryan he hadn't really paid much attention to anything else. Ryan grabbed hold of the door handle and pulled hard. Predictably it didn't open. He turned to look at Colin with narrowed eyes.
“You locked us out.”
“Uh, my bad!” Colin laughed and slowly backed up as Ryan advanced on him. He tried to dash away but Ryan was too fast for him. He wrapped his long arms around Colin's waist, reeling him in and holding him fast.
“Well, seeing as we're trapped up here...” Ryan trailed off as he pressed rough, needy kisses against the side of Colin's neck. A slow smile spread across Colin's face.
It seemed like, for now at least, he had his Ryan back. He intended to make the most of it.
Author: Jie Jie
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1840
Summary: Ryan feels like he's just sleepwalking through life. Good job Colin's there to wake him up.
The lovely rycolfan wrote me a yummy piece of smut for xmas, this is a little something something in return. ^_^
“Hey Wayne,” Colin dodged between a couple of tech guys who were setting up the stage for the next game. “Did you see where Ryan went?”
“I don't know, man. He stormed out of here like his ass was on fire,” Wayne said as he smoothed the wrinkles out of his red silk shirt. Colin ran a hand over his face. The whole day of taping had been full of a strange tension, nearly all of it emitting from Ryan who had made it perfectly clear that he'd rather be anywhere but on stage.
“I think he's just having a bad day.”
Wayne raised one eyebrow. “Well, you know, he seems to be having a lot of bad days just lately.”
“You noticed that, huh?”
“Everyone and his dog has noticed,” Wayne said. “You need to sit him down.”
“I was worried you were going to say that,” Colin played with his wedding ring as he worried about the idea. He'd already tried, countless times, to try and get Ryan to confide in him. He'd tried all the subtle approaches, taking him out for drinks after the show, sharing his own problems in the hopes that Ryan would give something back, none of it had worked.
“You know, he made a runner cry yesterday,” Wayne clapped a hand on Colin's shoulder. “Good luck, man.”
“Oh, great. Really, thanks for the support,” Colin said half-heartedly. In his peripheral vision Colin spotted Dan Patterson talking to a couple of the camera crew. He bade Wayne a hasty farewell and hurried over to their stalwart producer. “Dan, have you seen Ryan?”
“Uh, I would try the roof if I were you,” Dan said distractedly as he looked through his notes on the days taping. “I'm sure he's started smoking up there.”
“Thanks.”
“Colin, just hold on a moment,” Dan finally looked up from his clipboard and focused on the performer. Colin felt a rush of nerves as he generally did when Dan spoke to him, it was like talking to his old headmaster. “You've really performed today. Tell Ryan to buck up, all right? We're trying to make a comedy show, not a melodrama.” With that Dan walked away, leaving a rather stunned Colin blinking in his wake.
*
At that very moment Ryan Stiles was indeed up on the roof of the studios, though he wasn't enjoying a calming cigarette. He paced up and down the rooftop, right by the ledge, scowling down at the bustling city below him. Another day, another taping, the same god damned games. He used to love it. Now...now it wasn't enough.
“Fuck!” Ryan came to an abrupt halt and slammed the heels of his hands down hard on the waist high concrete ledge. The jarring pain did nothing to dispel the anger which had built up inside him all day.
“Feel better now?” Ryan jumped and turned quickly at the voice, though he knew who had spoken without even looking.
“What are you doing up here?” Ryan crossed his arms across his chest as he glared at his best friend. He'd grown to think of the rooftop as his own and for Colin to appear uninvited felt like an invasion of his privacy.
“Nice, Ry, that's real nice,” Colin echoed Ryan's body language as the two of them squared off. “I'm here because I'm worried about you, you jackass.”
“Yeah? Well I'm fine, thank you, goodnight,” Ryan gave a jaunty wave and turned his back on Colin, fixing his eyes instead on the busy street below. Most people knew to leave Ryan well alone when he was in such a foul mood. That was why it came as such a shock when strong hands dug into his shoulders and he was hauled around to face Colin who looked angrier than Ryan had ever seen him.
“I'm getting really tired of you treating everyone like crap,” Colin said. “What happened to you?”
“Nothing happened,” Ryan growled, he would have moved away but Colin still had a firm grip on his upper arms. “Everything's exactly the same as it always is. What do you want from me?”
“I want you to talk to me. I can't fix things if I don't know what's wrong.”
“Don't you get it? I don't know what's wrong!” Ryan knocked Colin's hands away from him and started to pace up and down once more. “I've got everything, right? Fame, fortune, family, the whole nine yards, American-fucking-dream. But it's not enough, I'm just sleepwalking.”
Colin had heard enough. His mind flashed back on the Ryan Stiles he used to know. That effervescent, charming, awkward young man who had completely changed his life. Back to the days before they'd met their wives when they'd discovered the joys of life and improv together. When they'd drink just enough to drown out the voices of convention to fool around in their tiny, barely furnished apartment. They'd given all that up to focus on the goals that society had given them. As Colin watched Ryan desperately try not to fall apart he wondered, no, he knew that they had made a mistake. He had to rectify it, as much for Ryan's sanity as his own.
Colin stalked over to Ryan, reached out with one hand to grab the back of his neck and crashed their lips together. Colin expected Ryan to baulk or protest but he did neither. Instead, he fell into the kiss, wrapped his arms around Colin's waist and pulled him closer. Colin's tongue forced it's way inside Ryan's mouth and moved against his tongue in an almost forgotten dance. Frissions of pleasure filled them both and suddenly they just weren't close enough.
Colin's hands fisted in the cotton of Ryan's brown shirt before sliding down between them and unzipping his slacks. Without breaking the kiss Colin pulled down both Ryan's pants and his underwear in one swift move. Ryan moaned loudly into Colin's mouth as he felt the other man firmly massage his balls, completely ignoring his already aching shaft.
“Jesus, Col...it's been...too fucking long,” Ryan panted as Colin's teeth grazed the side of his neck. God, so many years since they'd last done this and they could still both remember exactly what to do to drive each other crazy. He reached down to unzip Colin's fly and draw out his cock. Ryan wrapped his long fingers around it and pumped, marvelling at the way Colin's breath turned harsh and desperate against his neck as he worked.
“Want you,” Colin said, the words neither a demand nor a request, just a simple statement of fact.
“Do it,” Ryan growled, his green eyes darkened with lust. “Fuck me hard. Make me feel it.” At those words Colin lost all sense of control. He spun Ryan around and bent him over the ledge, dropping to his knees behind him. The hard concrete bit into Colin's knees as he spread Ryan's cheeks, revealing his puckered ring. Colin ignored the pain in his legs as he leaned forward and ran his tongue down the cleft of Ryan's ass, gratified when his partner shivered violently. Ryan's knuckles turned white as Colin's talented tongue worked to loosen him up. When Ryan's knees had completely turned to jelly, Colin dragged himself to his feet and spat into his own hand before coating his already pre-cum slicked cock with it.
Colin covered Ryan's body with his own as he rubbed his cock against Ryan's entrance. Ryan's head dropped and he let out a low moan of pain as Colin entered him in short, sharp thrusts. Colin kissed his neck soothingly but he pressed on until he was buried completely inside Ryan's ass. They paused for a long moment as Ryan adjusted and both men marvelled that they had come together after so many years of denial. Colin's hands gripped Ryan's sharp hips and he began to fuck him hard and fast, just the way that both of them needed. Ryan bit down hard on his bottom lip as he rode out the pain, his body slowly adjusting to being filled in this way. His breathy moans soon turned into almost screams of pleasure as Colin hit that sweet spot inside him.
The encounter was too intense and had been too long in coming for either man to last for long. Colin lost it first, biting down hard on Ryan's cloth covered shoulder to muffle his yell of completion. His hips thrust wildly as he filled Ryan with his seed. Ryan's hand dropped down to pump his own throbbing cock. He was so close that it only took a few seconds before he exploded, his cum spilling over his hand to splatter on the ledge in front of him.
Colin rested his head against Ryan's back, gathering his composure. Neither of them were in a rush to move. Eventually Colin pulled away, his softening cock slipping from Ryan's body. There was an awkward moment as they readjusted their clothes, not making eye-contact. Ryan broke the silence with a satisfied sigh.
“Let's not wait another ten years before we do that again, okay?”
Colin grinned in response. “Still feel like you're sleepwalking?”
“Hm, I don't know,” Ryan's smile turned seductive as he reached out and snagged Colin's belt, pulling him up close. “That might have been a very hot, wet dream.”
“As long as you make it a recurring dream I have no problem.”
“Well, I was hoping to catch some z's in my dressing room later, if you know what I mean,” Ryan wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“I think I get the idea,” Colin laughed. The pair moved towards the doorway, now eager to get back inside. When Ryan came to an abrupt halt, Colin turned to look at him curiously.
“What's wrong?”
“Uh, Col?”
“Yeah Ry?”
“When you came out here, you didn't happen to move a fire extinguisher, did you?”
“...Maybe,” Colin said hesitantly. He'd been so focused on getting to Ryan he hadn't really paid much attention to anything else. Ryan grabbed hold of the door handle and pulled hard. Predictably it didn't open. He turned to look at Colin with narrowed eyes.
“You locked us out.”
“Uh, my bad!” Colin laughed and slowly backed up as Ryan advanced on him. He tried to dash away but Ryan was too fast for him. He wrapped his long arms around Colin's waist, reeling him in and holding him fast.
“Well, seeing as we're trapped up here...” Ryan trailed off as he pressed rough, needy kisses against the side of Colin's neck. A slow smile spread across Colin's face.
It seemed like, for now at least, he had his Ryan back. He intended to make the most of it.