Title: Anniversary Author: Clay Pairing: Ryan/Colin Rating: NC-17 Summary: “Tell me about the first time we made love...” Author’s Notes: This is sex and very little more, but it’s happy, squishy, incredibly tame sex. Written because it’s my 1 year anniversary in the fandom, I’m a big dork and this is my way of celebrating. Word Count: 1,733 Colin stares up at me, stretched out on the bed on his back, his erection tucked tight against his stomach. His fingers are laced behind his head, and he’s smiling at me languidly. He looks beautiful. To anyone else he’d seem the picture of assured and incredibly comfortable, but I can see the truth in the way he watches me. He’s embarrassed, and that makes me love him even more. There’s a tension in his shoulders, a stillness strung throughout his entire body that lets me know that he’s scared. He hates it when I study him like this. His arm twitches almost imperceptibly, and I know he’s fighting the urge to cover himself up. And I know that he knows that I won’t let him. He doesn’t believe me when I tell him how gorgeous and talented and absolutely amazing he is, but it warms him all the same to hear it, and I’ll never get tired of trying to convince him. He studies me, too, as I watch him from where I’m standing at the foot of the bed. The only light streams in from a street lamp outside the window, coloring everything in golden blue hues. I have the sudden, immediate urge to touch him and so bend low over the bed, bracing my arms to either side of his calves before crawling up the length of his body. I’m low enough that our erections brush as I go, and he closes his eyes, smiling, his breath catching. Instinctually he brings his arms out from behind his head to clutch at my biceps, and I’m reminded of how very strong he is. On the tail of that thought is the urgent need to have him inside me, but I muster up the patience to merely drape myself over him and press a kiss to his temple. I scoot down slightly to lay my cheek against his collar bone. My lips are less than an inch from his throat, and he gives a slight shiver when I exhale. Colin licks his lips and turns his head slightly, watching me out of the corner of his eye. “Hi.” “Hey, sexy,” I say, and he blushes. I love it when he blushes. I love everything about him, from the way his eyes darken until they’re almost black when he’s aroused to the way he blows smoke rings solely to entertain me when we’re out drinking at the bar. I love the way he can’t take his eyes off me now as I lift one hand to trace the curve of his lips with a forefinger. “You know,” he says, just above a whisper, blushing a bit harder, and I can’t help but cut him off with a slow, lingering kiss. Just seeing the pink tinge his cheeks makes me want him even more. When I pull back, he continues undeterred, as thought I hadn’t interrupted him at all. He’s grown so used to my random displays of affection over the years that he doesn’t even stop to think about them now. When he picks up exactly where he’d left off without missing a beat, all I can do is smile, amused at how unfazed he is even though his blush has strengthened three fold. “...it’s our anniversary...” I lift my head and frown. “No, it isn’t.” He only blushes harder and averts his eyes, and I have to smile again. “No, I mean...” His voice has gone impossibly softer, and he’s smiling, too. “...the anniversary of the first time we made love...” I stare at him another moment before chuckling quietly. He can’t meet my eyes, and his blush is so fierce that he’s nearly violet, but I can’t help it. I have to laugh. Only Colin would remember something like that. I’d be willing to bet money that he remembers the date of our first kiss, too, or Hell, the first time we got Chinese take out, but I’m not going to say that. I’ll try and be nice and not embarrass him any further. “Is it?” I say and lay my cheek back down on his collar. Colin nods silently, and I splay my fingers across his chest, toying with the soft scattering of hair along his sternum. He sucks in a breath, lifting me with the inhale, and I slide my hand further down his chest and over his stomach. The muscles beneath my fingers jump, and I bite back another laugh when he makes a small, high pitched sound in the back of his throat. “That tickles,” he breathes into my hair. I do laugh now and shift to one side, freeing his erection from where it was trapped beneath my hip. “Tell me a story,” I say to him and wrap my fingers around his shaft. He stops breathing for a second. I look up at him to see his eyes closed, throat working soundlessly. “A story?” he says eventually, voice low and slightly strained. “Mm.” I hum my affirmation and give a slight nod, smiling as I squeeze his erection and then trailing my fingers along the underside. He doesn’t seem capable of speech, so I pull back and away. He opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling as I reach behind me and scrabble blindly for the drawer of the night stand. “Tell me about the first time we made love.” Colin nods and closes his eyes again after giving me a wary glance. He doesn’t trust me to keep my hands to myself, nor should he. After his eyes are closed, I can only smirk as I unscrew the cap from the lubricant as silently as possible. Colin wets his lips again. “What do you want me to say?” I watch my hands thoughtfully and rub the clear, heavy liquid between my fingers. “Start from the beginning,” I tell him. “Where were we?” “London,” he replies immediately, keeping his eyes closed and smiling at the memory now. “It was Wednesday, I think, because we had gone to that Indian place you liked.” “You liked it, too,” I point out. He opens his eyes and turns to me, and I imagine that he’s about to reply that that detail isn’t pertinent to the story, but just as his eyes meet mine, I grip his shaft again, my palm slick with lubricant, and the words die on his tongue. His eyes flutter closed briefly, and when they open again, he returns my smile. “Go on,” I urge. “I can’t concentrate,” he says, and I laugh and slide my hand over his shaft. “Try.” Colin looks like he wants to smack me, and all I do is laugh again, but he complies, closing his eyes once more and settling back into the pillows, still smiling. “Fine. We were eating at that Indian place we liked,” he pauses, and I nod against his shoulder, smirking, “and then we went back to the hotel.” I’m stroking him as he speaks, but he’s still far too composed, so I tighten my grip, and he lets out a soft gasp. “And then what?” I prompt. “And then...” I give a firm stroke. “...and, um... then... then we... God, Ryan...” His hand finds my arm again, and he’s panting through his open mouth. “We ‘God, Ryan?’” I ask around a chuckle. “And how does one do that?” He opens his eyes to mock glare at me. “Smart ass.” “Really, though,” I say, and I’m not smiling now as I lean forward to trail kisses down the column of his neck. “What did we do?” Colin shakes his head and arches his neck to one side, encouraging me. “We...” He moans softly when I find a particularly sensitive spot on his throat, just behind the hinge of his jaw. “We... watched tv... um, I don’t remember what, but... but it was funny.” “Was it now...” I’m not really listening anymore. I can’t think beyond how good he tastes and how much I adore every minute hitch of his chest and the feel of him in my hand. Colin nods, incapable of coherent speech for a moment and then clears his throat. “I laughed,” he tells me, “and you... said you loved me,... and I didn’t know... what to say... to that,... so I kissed you.” I suddenly remember exactly the moment he’s speaking of. I remember the dim yellow lighting of the hotel room and the warmth of Colin’s shoulder pressed against mine as we laid on our stomachs on my bed. I remember the harsh colored light of the television glinting off Colin’s cheeks and the way my heart skipped a painful beat when I realized he was going to kiss me. “And then you blushed,” I say and quicken my pace. His only response is a soft grunt, so I finish the story for him. “We didn’t really talk. It just happened. But...” and I’m smiling like an idiot, but I don’t care “...we laughed. A lot. And afterward you were embarrassed, and you wanted to go back to your room, but I wouldn’t let you.” “No...” Colin agrees and sucks in a sudden breath, his body tensing. “You...” His voice is high and breathy, and I’m just amazed that he can form words. “...you told me you loved me again.” I nod and kiss the corner of his mouth. “I can’t remember a time I didn’t love you.” Colin turns to me and takes my jaw between his hands, kissing me hard and then groaning softly into my mouth with his orgasm. He lays his forehead against mind, and I stroke him for another minute as he pants into my open mouth, eyes shut tight. His chest is trembling beneath me. Eventually his breathing evens out, and I press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Happy anniversary,” I whisper. Colin laughs and shakes his head, blinking up at me, blushing again. “You think I’m stupid.” I just smile and sigh and lay a finger over his mouth, silencing him. “I think you’re wonderful.” He’s still shaking his head; he doesn’t believe me, but that’s okay. We have the rest of our lives for me to convince him. “So,” I kiss his jaw and then down along his throat until I can nip at his collar. “When’s the anniversary of our first time eating at that Indian place?” Colin smirks and smacks me. End. ^_^