FIC: Dirty Little Secret (Part 5)
Title: Dirty Little Secret (Part 5)
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: R
Summary: He'd known Colin was in love with him, even when he'd danced with Greg in front of his best friend
Author's Notes: Thanks for all of the comments, you guys :) Always muchly appreciated. I'm hoping that Ryan's sort of ... thawing? Or something. Not AS asshole-ish as he has been. *shrugs* Maybe he just needs some more time.
Part Five: When we live such fragile lives
He'd known Colin was in love with him, even when he'd danced with Greg in front of his best friend.
He'd asked Colin if he'd wanted to dance with him, but the older man had silently shaken his head and cast an almost nervous look at the others.
Disappointed, he'd turned and asked Greg - Greg, who had only hesitantly accepted after risking a glance at Colin - who had only stared moodily at his drink.
Ryan had tugged on Greg's hand, and he'd watched Colin watch them leave; the Canadian hadn't raised his eyes to meet Ryan's - instead, he'd looked at their joined hands from underneath his eyelashes.
On the dance floor, Ryan had cupped Greg's cheeks, a little mockingly, and his friend had smirked and reached out and grabbed his ass. He'd pulled Ryan closer, and the taller man had mock-flirtatiously winked at him, his mouth opening ridiculously wide, and Greg had snorted in laughter.
They'd ground into each other; they'd thrust and rubbed - but after two and a half songs, they'd had enough. "You wanna call it quits?" he'd asked, dipping his head to speak directly into Greg's ear, and Greg had turned his head slightly, and his lips had grazed the shell of Ryan's ear as he'd replied, "Yeah, OK."
They'd made their way back to the table, breathless with laughter, and Greg had immediately volunteered to go get the next round.
Ryan - still smiling - had looked over at Colin, who'd quickly averted his gaze on their return, and was now studying his beer intently.
He'd reached across the table and had touched Colin's wrist lightly. "It didn't mean anything," he'd said, already a little defensive, and Colin had shrugged, a bit irritably. "I didn't say anything," he'd pointed out, and Ryan had sighed. "Well, you wouldn't dance with me," he'd replied, petulantly, and Colin had been on the verge of replying when Greg had returned.
Ryan had yanked his hand back across the table.
Greg had handed Ryan one of the glasses, then raised his in a toast. "Cheers," he'd said, amiably, touching his drink to Ryan's, and they'd both taken a mouthful.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when his friend had silently drained his entire fucking glass.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when his friend had barely raised his eyes for the next hour; finally, he'd reached across the table again and tapped his arm. A little reluctantly, Colin had looked up at him. "What?" he'd asked, and his sleepiness had made him sound almost sad.
"Let's go," he'd replied, flatly, and Colin had only stared, blankly, at him. "Come on," he'd urged. "Let's get out of here."
He'd risen - surprisingly steadily - to his feet, and Colin had - a little more slowly - followed.
"We're going," he'd said, simply, to Greg, and the other man had quirked an eyebrow, knowingly. He'd narrowed his eyes at him, jokingly, and Greg had tried not to smile. "Don't do anything I wouldn't, children," he'd called, to both of them, and Ryan had shaken his head.
He'd grabbed Colin's wrist, then, and had pulled him towards the door; neither of them had spoken until they were outside. "Where are we going?" Colin had asked, placidly, and Ryan hadn't bothered answering.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when he'd shut the motel door behind them; instinctively, he'd leant down to kiss him before he realised what he was doing, and automatically, Colin had begun to lift his chin.
He'd jerked back - appalled with himself - and Colin had pretended not to notice; his friend had reached up and rubbed, self-consciously, behind his ear.
He'd known - obviously - that Colin was in love with him the first time he'd heard him murmur as much to him. He'd been almost asleep when he'd felt a light touch - Colin's fingers had skated down his cheek, and he'd felt the ghost of a kiss on his forehead. "I love you, Ry," Colin had breathed, against his skin, and Ryan hadn't moved a muscle.
But it had taken him a lot longer than usual to fall asleep that night.