Whose Line Is It Anyway?: Happy Birthday Mr. President
Title: Happy Birthday Mr. President
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, happy birthday day...Mr.President..." Ryan whispered in his best Marilyn Monroe voice.
"Are you gonna let me unwrap my present or not?" I asked impatiently.
"Tsk, tsk Mr. President-- don't get antsy." Ryan chuckled, pressing me back against the bed. Then he pulled away from me and stood.
"What are you doing, Ry?"
"Well Mr. President, it's your birthday and I thought you might like a little show." He said huskily. His hands settled to the top button of his shirt and my mouth instantly went dry.
Ryan hummed breathily as he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. He kept the flaps of the shirt closed until after he'd popped the last button-- then he flung one side open and slid it off his shoulder then repeated the action on the other side. Then he was standing before me bare chested, the low light of the bedside lamp highlighting the width of his shoulders and the sprinkling of grey in the dark trail that disappeared into his pants. My eyes followed his hands helplessly as he unbuckled his belt. Blood was rushing in my ears-- but it didn't matter because Ryan had stopped humming and was concentrating on removing his clothing slowly.
His belt clanged dully as he tossed it to the floor but neither of them paid any attention to it. Instead we focused on the way Ryans zipper slid down smoothly, leaving his slacks hanging loosely on his hips. I couldn't see inside the zipper but above it I could only see smooth skin. Ryan wasn't wearing anything under his khakis. Desire flared low in my belly and I couldn't help but reach out and wrap my hands around his waist. Ryan stood straighter and the movement made his pants to pool at his bare feet-- causing his cock to bob up and smear pre-come on his belly.
"That's much better..." I breathed, steering him closer until I could nuzzle the coarse curls at his groin.
"Does that mean that you approve of your present." Ryan gasped, thrusting against me.
I smirked and placed open-mouthed kisses over his erection before pushing him away so I could undress. His hands tangled with mine and we quickly got my clothes off-- and then Ryan was atop me.
"God, I've been looking forward to this all month." Ryan growled, sucking as my nipples in turn.
"Have you been thinking about my Ry? Imagining me inside you?" I ghosted my fingertips over his ass, then chuckled when he arched back against my hand.
"Yes..." He hissed. "So are you going to fuck me or do I need to beg?"
"After that pretty little show? I don't think you could stop me if you tried."
I pushed at his chest and he rolled us over easily. His thighs spread to cradle me between them, then his hips arched up to rub his cock against mine. Sparks of pleasure shot up my spine and I couldn't suppress the groan that bubbled up in my throat. I heard Ryan fumbling with something on the bedside table then he pressed the bottle of lube in my hand. I uncapped the bottle and poured it over my hand, then trailed my slickened fingers over his entrance. Ryan made a strained sound and I took pity on him. Gently I pressed a finger into him and when I was met with no resistance I slid another inside. Ryan moved frantically beneath me as I prepared him, causing my own movements to become hurried. Suddenly he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from his ass and positioned my cock. In one smooth movement we came together, rocking back and forth in tandem. He wrapped his arms and legs around and jerked me close, mashing our lips together in a messy tangle of passion and tongues.
"Harder Colin..." He groaned.
"I want this to last..."
"We have two days to rack up a ridiculous amount of orgasms." Ryan panted, snapping his hips up to meet mine with more force.
All my control left me in that instant and my hips began moving faster and harder until I was pounding into him. The bed shook under the force of my thrusts, the headboard slammed into the wall rhythmically but I paid it no mind. Everything in me was centered on Ryan, the taste of him, the feel of him, the smell of his sweat and desire-- nothing else mattered but him. I could feel my orgasm building, speeding towards me with the force of a freight train, and I tried to suppress it. I didn't want this glorious moment of sensation and love to end but then it hit me and my vision blackened under its power. Blindly I felt around until my hand found Ryans erection and I stroked it roughly until I felt him spray my stomach warmly.
I collapsed on top of him in exhaustion, then rolled over so that I wasn't crushing him. Ryan was still trying to catch his breath but he opened his eyes to look at me. They were the same green eyes that I'd fallen in love with almost 30 years ago. I couldn't stop the fond smile that spread over my face and he grinned back.
"Yes, I do believe that this present meets my approval. Though I also believe that I will have to try it out several more times before I am completely satisfied."
Ryans eyebrows rose challenging me.
"Is that so? This coming from a man who turned 50 yesterday." Ryan scoffed.
I growled softly and summoned the rest of my strength to pin him against the bed.
"You'll forget all about my age in no time." I promised, kissing him soundly.
"Well, right now it's the first thing on my mind, so you'll have a lot of convincing to do."
That was a challenge that I was very willing to take. Turning 50 didn't seem so bad.
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, happy birthday day...Mr.President..." Ryan whispered in his best Marilyn Monroe voice.
"Are you gonna let me unwrap my present or not?" I asked impatiently.
"Tsk, tsk Mr. President-- don't get antsy." Ryan chuckled, pressing me back against the bed. Then he pulled away from me and stood.
"What are you doing, Ry?"
"Well Mr. President, it's your birthday and I thought you might like a little show." He said huskily. His hands settled to the top button of his shirt and my mouth instantly went dry.
Ryan hummed breathily as he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. He kept the flaps of the shirt closed until after he'd popped the last button-- then he flung one side open and slid it off his shoulder then repeated the action on the other side. Then he was standing before me bare chested, the low light of the bedside lamp highlighting the width of his shoulders and the sprinkling of grey in the dark trail that disappeared into his pants. My eyes followed his hands helplessly as he unbuckled his belt. Blood was rushing in my ears-- but it didn't matter because Ryan had stopped humming and was concentrating on removing his clothing slowly.
His belt clanged dully as he tossed it to the floor but neither of them paid any attention to it. Instead we focused on the way Ryans zipper slid down smoothly, leaving his slacks hanging loosely on his hips. I couldn't see inside the zipper but above it I could only see smooth skin. Ryan wasn't wearing anything under his khakis. Desire flared low in my belly and I couldn't help but reach out and wrap my hands around his waist. Ryan stood straighter and the movement made his pants to pool at his bare feet-- causing his cock to bob up and smear pre-come on his belly.
"That's much better..." I breathed, steering him closer until I could nuzzle the coarse curls at his groin.
"Does that mean that you approve of your present." Ryan gasped, thrusting against me.
I smirked and placed open-mouthed kisses over his erection before pushing him away so I could undress. His hands tangled with mine and we quickly got my clothes off-- and then Ryan was atop me.
"God, I've been looking forward to this all month." Ryan growled, sucking as my nipples in turn.
"Have you been thinking about my Ry? Imagining me inside you?" I ghosted my fingertips over his ass, then chuckled when he arched back against my hand.
"Yes..." He hissed. "So are you going to fuck me or do I need to beg?"
"After that pretty little show? I don't think you could stop me if you tried."
I pushed at his chest and he rolled us over easily. His thighs spread to cradle me between them, then his hips arched up to rub his cock against mine. Sparks of pleasure shot up my spine and I couldn't suppress the groan that bubbled up in my throat. I heard Ryan fumbling with something on the bedside table then he pressed the bottle of lube in my hand. I uncapped the bottle and poured it over my hand, then trailed my slickened fingers over his entrance. Ryan made a strained sound and I took pity on him. Gently I pressed a finger into him and when I was met with no resistance I slid another inside. Ryan moved frantically beneath me as I prepared him, causing my own movements to become hurried. Suddenly he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from his ass and positioned my cock. In one smooth movement we came together, rocking back and forth in tandem. He wrapped his arms and legs around and jerked me close, mashing our lips together in a messy tangle of passion and tongues.
"Harder Colin..." He groaned.
"I want this to last..."
"We have two days to rack up a ridiculous amount of orgasms." Ryan panted, snapping his hips up to meet mine with more force.
All my control left me in that instant and my hips began moving faster and harder until I was pounding into him. The bed shook under the force of my thrusts, the headboard slammed into the wall rhythmically but I paid it no mind. Everything in me was centered on Ryan, the taste of him, the feel of him, the smell of his sweat and desire-- nothing else mattered but him. I could feel my orgasm building, speeding towards me with the force of a freight train, and I tried to suppress it. I didn't want this glorious moment of sensation and love to end but then it hit me and my vision blackened under its power. Blindly I felt around until my hand found Ryans erection and I stroked it roughly until I felt him spray my stomach warmly.
I collapsed on top of him in exhaustion, then rolled over so that I wasn't crushing him. Ryan was still trying to catch his breath but he opened his eyes to look at me. They were the same green eyes that I'd fallen in love with almost 30 years ago. I couldn't stop the fond smile that spread over my face and he grinned back.
"Yes, I do believe that this present meets my approval. Though I also believe that I will have to try it out several more times before I am completely satisfied."
Ryans eyebrows rose challenging me.
"Is that so? This coming from a man who turned 50 yesterday." Ryan scoffed.
I growled softly and summoned the rest of my strength to pin him against the bed.
"You'll forget all about my age in no time." I promised, kissing him soundly.
"Well, right now it's the first thing on my mind, so you'll have a lot of convincing to do."
That was a challenge that I was very willing to take. Turning 50 didn't seem so bad.