TITLE ~ Colin's Alternate Evening
PAIRING ~ Um. DUH. Yeah. You guessed it...Col/Ry
RATING ~ NC-17 (pure badness *wink*)
SUMMARY ~ Colin won't be at the Benefit, but it'll still be a night to remember...(don't laugh. I suck at these...)
DISCLAIMER ~ All standard disclaimers apply. I do not own Colin Mochrie, Ryan Stiles, Deb McGrath, or any of the other celebrities mentioned here. I mean no disrespect and consider this the highest form of flattery. Also, this is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblence to real life is purely coicidental - (and pretty darned cool...LOL)


I'm staring into the eyes of my wife and trying to tell one of the biggest lies I've ever thought up. Her green eyes are on me, concerned and maybe a little disappointed, but I've nearly convinced her. Just a little more time?

"So, you're ill?"

I'm nodding, lounging back against the couch, cold compress against my forehead.

"Yeah? I can't imagine what it is. Possibly the flu?"

"You should see someone about this. I'll call the doctor."

"No -" I nearly leap up and physically restrain her. " - I just need to rest. I've had a busy year. I'm terribly exhausted."

She smiles, sweetly, regarding me. "The benefit is tonight..."

I wince a bit, shutting my eyes. "I know, but I wasn't really interested in doing that. Every week it's something else. You should go on without me. Really."

"Colin." Her voice is low, saddened. "People are expecting you."

I can't suppress the sigh. "People are expecting *you*. What I want is to stay here and rest. Ring in the New Year with a cup of Nyquil and a hot water bottle."

She snorts. "That's awful."

"It's true. Anyway, Luke is with your family and you have the benefit. I could use some alone time, and this isn't really a holiday like Christmas - when togetherness is the big draw. It's more like a time for reflecting..."

She starts to pace, her small frame seemingly slumped in on itself. I'm watching her cross her arms and stew over this as I try to keep the act up, but I'm so powerless against the needs of others. I know she wants me there, and I know I should do it, but I have other plans in mind. By going through with this show, I'll be letting someone else down, and to let him down is out of the question. Mustering a cough, I turn my head away.

"What's your temperature?" she asks, perching on the edge of the couch and touching her small hand to my forehead.

I try to move away from her touch, but she's relentless. "I dunno... last night, it was almost 102. Now, I'm not sure."

"Well, I'll check it."

"No..." I'm standing and sauntering towards the bedroom. "...I'll manage. Really."

"Colin?" She's following me down the hallway, and I'm cringing to myself. Won't she just drop it and go away? I can't keep this up much longer, and I have plans to follow through on, phone calls to make, a bottle of champagne to chill.

"Please, just do what you have to do and forget about me. I'm just going to hang around and sleep."

She's beside me in the threshold and grasping my arm. "You don't feel very warm."

I'm shrugging. "Okay. Maybe the fever has dropped some, but still..."

"You just don't want to do it."

Her voice is matter-of-fact, and I find I'm shrugging, tossing the cold compress onto the bed. "Fine. You got me." I'm not much of a fighter, but occasionally, I get fed up. "I'm not doing the benefit. I already contacted the program directors days ago. So, the cat's out of the bag."

She's rolling her eyes, plopping down on the bed. "That's wonderful, Colin. Truly great. When were you going to tell me? Or were you just going to keep up this sick ruse - like I'm an idiot?"

I'm shrugging. "I was going to keep up the sick ruse. And 'idiot' is your choice of word. Not mine."

She's shaking her head as I move about the room, thinking of a plan 'B'. "For a nice guy, you can be such a condescending asshole."

My cell phone has ten messages - two from Drew Carey, one from an old chum from The Second City. The others are from him. I don't dare check them now as she rants quietly in the background.

"I'm not trying to be rude." I'm explaining in a quiet voice. " I just wanted to get out of this and I knew you'd behave this way."

She's sighing. "What are you going to do instead?"

My mind goes blank as I try to think of a reasonable excuse. "Drew invited the casts of Whose Line and Drew Carey to a big massive party, and I really wanted to see them all - since the future of the show is hanging in the balance."

She shrugs, as if this is the most natural excuse in the world. "Why didn't you just say that?"

Exhaling, I approach her. "Because... I don't know... I thought you'd hate that idea."

Her smile warms me. "I don't hate that idea. I just hate the idea of doing the benefit without you."

I feel like a heel as she wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head against my chest. It's awful, but I'm counting down the minutes until she leaves out the door. In my head, life doesn't really begin until I'm in his presence, in his arms, in his breathing space. Its been like that for years, and right now, I'm performing. The role of a lifetime. The perfect husband, the perfect companion. She has no idea, and I feel like I could be up for an Oscar - only that would blow my cover. Her hair is soft under my hand, and I wish she could stir me the way he does. Instead, I feel like I'm merely with a friend. When she raises her eyes to meet mine, I know what she expects and I give in to it because she deserves that much.

Our kiss is familiar but doesn't do anything to excite me. Her hand on my chest feels platonic and fraternal. Her body against mine is symbolic of what we no longer have - maybe never had. I feel like I'm betraying him when she initiates cuddling, but he knows what this marriage entails, and he knows I made a vow to her. We're both experts at promises.



Later, when she exits I'm instantly on the phone - before she even pulls out of the driveway.

"Hey, Drew - this is Colin."

"Oh - Hey, Col! So, you're coming by tonight, right?"

Inwardly, I struggle with the decision. "I don't know. Maybe for a minute or so."

"Well - whatever. The party will be in full swing the entire night - from eight to midnight - and beyond." The Clevelander chuckles in my ear, and I smile at his good natured disposition. "By the way, have you spoken with Ryan?"

My heart skips as I smooth my hair down near my left temple. "Um. Not yet."

"Oh." Drew pauses. "Well, I haven't been able to get a hold of him - at his hotel or on his phone. If you speak to him, tell him to drop by. He knows the address."

I nod and reply weakly. "Right. Okay. I will." Then, hang up the phone. Have I spoken with Ryan? It's funny he should ask that. He's all I've thought about for days, and I'm eager to hear his voice. So eager, in fact, that I'm on edge, pacing and wringing my hands. He should be calling any time now and when the phone rings the high pitched (phone ring version of) Oh Canada, I answer with my eyes closed.

"Yes?"

"Colin?"

"Yes. Hello."

"Hello." his voice is deep, silky, filled with anticipation. "I called you."

I'm sighing, trying to control my pounding heart. "Yeah. I know. I got your messages and I listened to them all."

"She there?"

I'm shaking my head. "No. Gone. Are we going to Drew's - since he went to all the trouble of having a New Years eve party here in Toronto?"

He pauses, then answers softly. "We really should, but I want to be out of there by ten o'clock."

I'm nodding, vigorously. "Of course. It's your call."

"I want to see you."

My eyes close involuntarily. "You have no idea how much I want that."

His breath sounds so clear and so close in my ear. I want to envelope myself in it. "Can I come there and pick you up? Are you ready?"

"I'll be showered and changed in the time it takes you to leave where you are and get here."

His chuckle sends a tremor up my spine. That man has no idea the effect he has on me. "Shower fast, Colin. I'm already on the road."

I nod and swallow before pressing my face close to the phone as if it's him. "I miss you."

I can almost see him smirking. "Not for long. Go get ready!"

I hang up the phone and dash to the shower, tearing off my t-shirt and jeans and practically diving into the hot water spray.

By the time I'm buttoning my shirt and pulling on a pair of black chino's he's ringing my doorbell. In my bare feet, I walk across cold marble floors to find him in the threshold, looking beautiful and pale from the chill of a Canadian winter. For several seconds, I can only smile.

"God, you look good."

He smirks, painfully, teeth chattering. "I hate this weather."

Yanking him inside, I close the door and press him against it. "Are you going to kiss me?"

Without preamble, he cradles my head and brings his mouth down to mine as our tongues touch briefly, sending a jolt of electric coursing through my loins. His other hand is on my shoulder, clutching as I wrap both my arms around him. When we break, I'm breathless, burying my face in his shirt.

"Lets just stay here." I murmur as his laugh rumbles in his chest.

"I want to, but I know you couldn't live with yourself if you bailed on Drew." His hand is caressing my face, driving me insane.

"I'm in a horrible state." I'm murmuring as I reach for his hand and guide it to my distended crotch. He lets his hand linger there as I meet his eyes.

"I see that." He replies, grinning. "Maybe we should take care of that before we leave."

My eyes are watering with glee at his implications. "Ryan?" Our lips meet again as he lets his palm fondle me, through my pants.

Turning me around, he pushes me against the door and presses himself against me, never letting his hand lose contact with my hard loins.

Pulling out of the kiss, he regards me seriously. "Is this safe? Is anyone else here?"

Shaking my head, I pull him back to me, kissing his mouth deeply. "No?" I pause, licking his lips. "...No one is..." Our tongues touch. "...no one is here..."

Bringing his mouth to my neck, he nibbles his way to my ear as his hand deftly unbuttons and unzips my slacks. I'm groaning against his lips as he finds me and grasps me, bringing me out into the open.

"I love this part of you." He whispers, cupping the head as I shudder and slump against the door.

"Mm...and the rest..."

"Yes..." He gives me a gentle tug. "...but especially this part."

His fingers lightly graze against the skin of my shaft as I bite my lip and arch to meet his caresses. "Ryan...please..."

"Please?" He teases, encompassing the head again as I shudder.

"Yes, please..."

With that, he kneels, taking me completely into his mouth as I turn my head to the side, moaning softly. "Mm...God...that's so nice...Ryan..."

He's taking me deep, letting his tongue slide along the underside and swirl around the head as I rest my hands on his shoulders. The warmth becomes almost overwhelming when he gathers pre-cum on his tongue and continues to bob his head up and down and my grip on him gets dangerously harsh when my nails start digging into his skin.

"So close..." I manage some time later as I feel myself nearing the brink. "...Oh, Ryan...I'm so close...I'm going to...I'm..." The cry slips past my lips as my essence is gobbled by him, a warm load down his throat as he continues to drain me dry, holding my hips in his hands.

When he finally releases me, he's smiling up at me, lips glistening. "You like?"

I can only chuckle, breathlessly.

"You're so delicious." He stands to face me before kissing my mouth, sharing my taste with me. Our tongues twine and dance and I reach down to feel his erection pulsing and pushing through his pants.

"I'm ruined." I finally whisper, caressing his length covered with khaki. "I need you inside me."

He smirks, eyes glazed with desire. "You keep talking like that and we won't make it out of here."

I'm staring at his mouth, that talented mouth, and wishing we could just stay in. "Lets don't go. He won't miss us. He'll have Wayne and Kathy and Greg and..."

"Shh..." Ryan, places a finger over my lips. "...we promised him. We'll just go and say hello - and we'll leave."

I'm exhaling slowly. My need for him greatly outweighs any promise I made weeks ago - and I need to feel him against me so badly, his long taut body stretched out over mine, his large hands traveling across my skin, him inside me. I have to close my eyes against the images or I'll hold him hostage and never leave.

"Fine. Okay." Patting his package, I smirk. "What about this? Won't you explode by then?"

His slow smile melts me, instantly. "No. I won't explode. I'll get mine later. I promise."

The shiver travels up my spine as he grins and takes a step away from me, adjusting himself.

"We should leave."



At Drew's we decide to go inside together - because according to the entire world, we're just friends. However, the moment we get inside, we split up and work the room separately. He goes towards Greg and some other comedian, and I head straight to where Brad and Drew stand, chatting and sipping colorful drinks.

"Colin!" Brad grabs me and pushes his drink forward. "Try this."

Shrugging at Drew, I drink, as asked and find that I like it. "Mm. Good. What is it?"

Drew makes a face. "Don't ask. The only thing you need to know is that there's Vodka in it."

Nodding, I hand the cup back to Brad and stand, restlessly wishing I was someplace else, doing something else.

"So," Drew addresses me and Brad. "You two are tearing up comedy stages around the continent. What's your secret?"

Brad snorts, grinning at me. "Oh. We simply hate each other."

"Well." I reply, shoving my hands into my pockets. "I was going to say great sex."

Brad makes a face. "Shh...don't give all our secrets away."

The three of us laugh out loud as Ryan approaches and clasps Drew on the back. I sigh quietly to myself as I watch his long frame, sidle up near us. He's absolutely gorgeous, his blondish hair slightly ruffled, green eyes lazily dancing around the room. His large hand is on Drew's shoulder as his eyes meet mine briefly. I smile at him and take the beer he hands towards me.

"Not my brand." he offers as explanation. Then he turns his attention towards his portly colleague. "Hey, Drew."

Drew jibes him in the ribs. "Man, I thought you weren't coming. I should have known Colin would find you first. You two are like - joined at the hip. Surprised you're not the ones touring together."

Ryan shrugs. "I'm not flying all over the place like that."

"Yeah." I reply. "He'd sooner die than fly with me."

Ryan's eyes flash to me, quickly. I think I may have offended him, but I won't hear about it until later.

"Oh yeah..." he murmurs. "...nothing would be worse."

Yeah. I have offended him. He turns to glance around to face away from us before Drew grabs his attention again.

"So, man - no wives tonight, I see."

Ryan slumps a bit at the mention and I raise my beer. "Deb is hosting a benefit."

"Here in Toronto?" Drew inquires. "Weren't you scheduled to do that?"

Shrugging, I pretend cough into my hand. "I'm sick."

Brad and Drew have a laugh as Ryan simply smiles at my antics.



An hour later, it's a little before ten o'clock and everyone is a little tipsy. Drew has finally managed to coax us in front of the room for an impromptu (what am I saying? It's always impromptu...) Hoedown, and Ryan is refusing.

"No fucking way." He's murmuring. "You do it. You and Brad and Wayne. Hey - Greg wants to."

Greg is shaking his head, flanked by his wife, Jennifer. "I think I'll pass."

Wayne is more than happy to oblige - Brad is just good natured enough not to say no, and I couldn't care less. Hell, it may be the last one we ever do, so I'm up for it. After having drank four beers and couple of scotch martinis, I'm up for anything.

Someone plays it on the baby grand piano, and Wayne starts it as usual, and like I suspected, it's horrible, makes no sense, and it has me laughing the entire time through my own little sketchy contribution, but it's fun anyway. From the corner of my eyes, I see Ryan slapping his thigh, laughing, so it must be somewhat amusing.

Even drunk, Wayne has impeccable pitch and perfect rhythm. Brad had mentioned something about his dog's balls, and I've said something about adult diapers. If anyone were to ask me what the topic or suggestion was, I wouldn't even be able to tell you. Anyway, Drew is having a blast - and that's all that matters. He's been a very accommodating host these past couple of years - and he's actually a sweet heart. There's really nothing he could ask of me that I wouldn't do. So ultimately, I'm glad I came.

Twenty minutes later, Ryan and I are stumbling out into the parking garage. He has a death grip on my arm as I'm leading him to the car. Neither one of us should be driving, but I'm better off than he is, so I take the driver's seat.

"Lets call a cab." he murmurs, getting in beside me. "You can't drive... can you?"

I'm nodding, buckling my belt. "I'm Scottish, Ryan. I'm never as drunk as I could be."

"Don't talk like that. It wasn't supposed to be like that."

My eyes meet his quizzically. "What do you mean?"

He sinks into the bucket seat, wiping his brow. "We were supposed to spend this together - not doing fucking Hoedowns and berating each other."

Starting the car, I try to ignore his comment, but he grabs my arm.

"Colin."

"What?"

"I'm sorry I don't fly with you. I guess I'm a pussy. I'm so scared to do it. I'm so fucking terrified. You don't understand... especially after 9/11. God..."

"Shh..." I reach next to me and caress his hair. "...don't do that, Ryan. You don't owe me anything. Especially not that. I'd never ask you to do something like that."

His eyes close, and he leans his head next to me and rests it against my shoulder. "Are you sure you're okay to drive?"

I nod. "Yeah. Besides, we're right down the street - I made reservations close by."

He sighs as I get in the right gear. "What about Deb - won't she be expecting you?" Shaking my head, I back out slowly. "No. She'll probably think I stayed at Drew's."

"What if she calls you there?"

"She doesn't have the number."

"What if he gave it to her?" He persists, until I stop the car and glance at him. "Ryan, why are you being so paranoid tonight?"

He makes a sound and turns to look out the window. "I had a hit from Brad's joint."

I sigh, exasperated. "Well, that explains a lot."

"I also have the munchies - like you wouldn't believe."

Smiling, complacently, I head down the street towards the hotel. "Fine. We'll order room service."

Resting his head against the window, he closes his eyes. "You're pissed at me."

"No. I'm not. Why should I be?"

"Because I did grass."

I don't respond for several seconds, then glance at him. "I'm not pissed at you, and I don't care that you shared Brad's herbs with him. You're an adult."

"You sound like my wife."

Without meaning to, I murmur. "I should be so lucky."

He raises his head and regards me. "What is that? Is that sarcasm?" Without replying, I pull into the hotel lot and let the valet park the car. Inside, I grab the hotel key and lead Ryan to the elevator. As we ride up, he regards me, then approaches me, standing close, face to face. His large hands rest on either side of the wall beside my head, and I'm staring into his eyes.

"I love you." He says with an intensity that rocks my entire being. I have to lower my eyes or I might swell with emotion.

"Is that the chemicals talking?" I tease warily, staring at his chest, resting a hand over his heart.

With one large hand, he raises my chin so I'm staring into his sea- green colored eyes again. "Don't be a bastard, Colin. I mean it. You know that."

Half-smiling, I let one hand roam through his wavy blond hair. "Yes. I know you mean it. And I love you too."

The doors open, and he stays that way, facing me intensely like that until my ears redden because people are waiting to get on. Slipping past them, I try to shield my face since I'm in Canada - not L.A. - where people will be more apt to recognize me. Luckily, we make it to the room without incident, and I'm glad to see the bottle of champagne chilling near the mini bar.

"Come here." He says, and I go to him, sinking into his embrace. His arms are large around me, warm, encompassing. "I'm so glad we're here. Together."

"So am I." I mumble against his shirt.

He pauses, then meets my eyes as I look up at him. "Do you think the guys know about us?"

I shrug, removing his coat and tossing it across the room and doing the same to mine, before resuming my place in his arms. "I don't know. Who cares?"

His smile is crooked. "I'm surprised Brad doesn't know, at least. All the steamy phone conversations we've had from your hotel rooms."

I shrug. "Maybe he knows. He teases me about you a lot."

Ryan grins. "What does he say?"

Letting my hand wander down his torso, I think for a moment. "I don't know. Just...stuff about us being inseparable and having the chemistry of the Gods. He thinks we should try to bottle it and market it to struggling couples."

"Weird."

I nod, smiling. "Yeah - but Brad's a sweetheart."

His eyes meet mine as he holds me closer. "I don't have to worry about the two of you, do I?"

I snort a laugh. "Don't be silly, Ryan. Brad's straight. Really straight."

"Straight like Greg?"

I'm shaking my head. "No. Straighter. Way straighter than Greg." We're both laughing, and then I glance at my watch. It's nearly eleven o'clock.

"Kiss me." I tell him, and he does without hesitation, bringing his lips to mine and letting his tongue flow forward into my mouth. With one large hand, he caresses my head, letting his fingers glide against the bare skin there and with the other, he holds me close, letting our torsos press together, our hearts beat a drumming duet.

"Mm..." I murmur when we break. "...I love you so much. It hurts."

He nods, bringing his mouth back to mine and letting one hand unbutton my shirt. I'm already wound up and goose bumps cover my skin when he removes my shirt and pulls the white t-shirt over my head. Our lips resume and his hands rub against my chest, sliding through the silky dark hair there. I moan into his mouth and shudder when his fingernails lightly brush against my nipples.

When he pulls away, he regards me, smiling. "I wanna make love to you."

Not trusting my voice, I clear my throat and whisper. "Do it."

"I need your help." He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Once in the cool dark room, he doesn't bother turning on a light - just takes my hand and places it over his erection.

I'm desperate for him and start to unbutton his shirt like a madman, half-tearing them. He's chuckling deep in his chest, and that soft rumbling sound only serves to worsen my current state.

Once he's shirtless, I let my hands roam across his long torso, down over his pecs, his ribcage, across the flat expanse of his stomach, and down the silky pale hairs leading into his pants. Gazing longingly at that blond trail, I tear my eyes away from it and plant open-mouthed kisses along his chest, across from one nipple to the other, letting my tongue tease each one in turn. His hand is cradling my head as I do this and he whispers breathless endearments.

"Colin... yeah... love you... so much... Mmm..."

Raising my head, I crash my mouth to his, licking his tongue and pushing him backward towards the bed. We fall together, landing in a tangled heap together, laughing and embracing.

"How's your back?" I ask, settling myself above him.

"It's fine." He whispers, kissing my mouth. "Wonderful. Everything is wonderful."

"That's the grass talking." I gibe, reaching for his fly.

He chuckles, face reddening. "Maybe... Maybe not."

Once, I have his zipper down, I rub my hand across the cotton barrier separating me from his hard length.

"Don't tease." He gasps, arching towards me. "Touch me."

"In due time." I say, deadly serious, continuing to caress him through his underwear. "Hold your horses."

I watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows, trying to practice restraint. "You're going to torture me now?"

Lowering my head, I let my tongue dance across the fabric, wetting it, and I'm nearly going crazy inhaling his masculine aroma. I can smell his light musky scent mixed with his cologne and powder and traces of pre-cum. Lowering the waistband, I kiss his shaft as he trembles beneath me.

"Colin..." His eyes close as his hand rests on my head, gently massaging my scalp.

"What should I do now?" I whisper, letting my chin rest against his hip. "I'm at a loss for ideas."

"Colin..." His voice is almost like a growl now as I smirk and gently cup his scrotum. "...Mmm, Colin. Yes. Touch me...suck it."

I chuckle against him, massaging his testicles. "Suck it?"

Biting his lip, he nods unsteadily. "Yeah..." Without waiting, I bend my head and do just that, letting my mouth only encompass the head, sucking it gently, tenderly, licking the slit and gathering pre-cum on my tongue. He's grasping tight to my shoulder, nails biting the skin. Wincing, I endure it and continue to tease only the head of it, using my free hand to hold the base. His eyes are fluttering as his breathing becomes ragged. His hips are writhing and I'm sliding more of him into my mouth.

"Yeah, yeah... Colin... more... take more of it... yeah... like that... Mmm..."

Now, he's deep down my throat and I'm sliding him slowly in and out, letting my tongue drag along the underside. He's so big, but I've practiced with him a lot - My gag reflex has been knocked out of whack. It doesn't even work anymore.

The closer he gets, the harder his grip becomes, and I ease up a bit, letting my mouth become loose around him, teasing him.

"Harder..." He whispers, releasing my shoulders. "...harder, Colin. Harder..."

Chuckling deep in my throat, I make my mouth tight around him, a close fitting cavern around his cock as he trembles beneath me.

"I'm coming..." He whimpers, a high pitched whine as he goes rigid and shoots his warm load down my throat, and I continue milking him dry until he's pulling me up to face him, bringing his mouth to mine. His sweet essence is shared by us both as his tongue sweeps in my mouth, tasting himself.

Finally, he collapses against me, breathing deeply. "Time check." He murmurs, and I glance at the watch.

"Eleven forty."

He laughs against my shoulder, then stops almost immediately, touching the deep mark left there by him.

"Holy shit - did I do this to you?"

"It's okay. A little pain never hurt anyone."

His lips brush against the raw area. "I'm so sorry."

Getting up, I stand and stretch, my own cock pushing against my fly. "Champagne?"

He's shaking his head and looking incredulous. "No way. Get back over here and get out of those pants, Mr."

My eyes close of their own accord, and I'm simultaneously glad and unsure. "We'll miss midnight."

He snorts, reaching for me. "I don't give a shit about that. I want you naked. Champagne can wait."

Having a last minute epiphany, I scurry into the other room and quickly retrieve the champagne (uncorking it for convenience) and two glasses. When I return, he has an eyebrow raised.

"This is really important to you."

I shrug. "Somewhat. When it gets closer, we'll just take a drink and resume... er... whatever we were doing previously." He's shaking his head as I sit the items down on the nightstand and climb into bed with him, pulling his pants down his legs and completely off - leaving him a sweaty glistening 6'6" of long lean man. Seeing him this way, makes me want to pounce on him, but I let him go for my fly instead.

He chuckles when he opens it and my penis jumps out to nearly slap him in the face.

"Hmm... I really ought to do something about this."

Reaching for his slacks, he goes into the pocket for a small tube of lube and opens it, instantly filling the room with cherry scent. I tremble as he drizzles it over me and starts to stroke me gently. My head is thrown back and he's lying half way on top of me as I move my hips in time with his hand.

"Cherry pie." He whispers, amused.

"Mm...that's nice..." I hear myself mumble as he caresses the head before bending to take me into his mouth. Weakly, I glance at the clock radio. "Eleven... forty... nine.... Oh God, Ryan...." His tongue is licking the head and he's bobbing it forward and back, sucking me deep down his throat. As he does this, another epiphany comes over me.

"Want you... inside me..." I manage to whimper as his eyes meet mine over what he's doing to my cock. "...Ryan..."

I'm reaching for him, but he's relentless, sucking me deep into his mouth. It feels amazingly wonderful, but I want to be joined with him when midnight comes... although... this could be considered 'joined'.

His tongue feels so good on me, his mouth is so warm and so tight... "Ryan..." I groan as I pull him up to face me. His eyes are glazed with passion, and he's smiling, lips glistening with cherry lube and pre-cum. I reach up to kiss him and taste it for myself, licking and sucking his tongue as my erection jumps. Then, I feel his pressing against my thigh.

"You want that?" He asks softly, resting his weight over me, sinking between my legs.

Nodding, I take hold of his buttocks and guide him towards my entrance. "Yeah. I want that." Stealing a glance at the clock, I wrap my legs around him. "Five minutes."

His lips meet mine again and we're kissing when he lubes the head and pushes himself past the ring of muscle and beyond, and I'm gasping into his mouth.

Our eyes meet and he thrusts gently, very slowly, just barely rocking inside me. However, he's deep enough to touch the prostate, and I'm putty beneath him, holding tight to him, holding him impossibly close. He's not letting up, just staying centimeters within the range of my prostate, sliding in and out, gently.

"Oh God... Ryan... Ryan, God..."my voice is a high-pitched whine and he moves away just enough to grasp and stroke my cock.

"Two minutes." his baritone voice rumbles against me, as I reach for the bottle with an unsteady hand. Resting it against the comforter while Ryan continues to barely move, driving me insane. My eyes are rolling back in my head and his lips are kissing my face, brushing against the soft hair at my temples.

He's still moving at a leisurely pace, and I am in La La Land as he gyrates his hips. I'm dizzy when I bring the bottle closer and rest it in the crook of my arm, reaching for the two martini glasses. He's watching me lovingly, wincing with pleasure at every interval. Pouring messily, I hand him one glass and I take the other.

"Midnight..." He sighs on the upswing as we take large gulps (me nearly choking because I'm almost completely horizontal), then toss the glasses to the floor and pushing the bottle aside.

"It's over..." I hiss, as his cock nestles deep inside me, finding the spot that makes me quiver.

"Not yet..." He growls, changing his trajectory and moving suddenly with renewed vigor, slamming hard against me.v "Oh! Ryan! Ahh...God!"

His thrusts are bold, hard, deep, and I am clutching him for dear life, losing myself in the sensation. He lifts my leg and pushes over and over against that spot, temporarily blinding me with white light as I sink into oblivion, feeling the eminent orgasm approach - especially when he grabs hold of my throbbing cock and gives it a hard tug, sending me spiraling towards sweet, sweet resolution. In seconds, I'm shuddering and covering his hand with my warm semen, biting my lip.

"I'm coming, Colin..." He breathes and makes good on the promise as he goes still and fills me with his hot milky essence, collapsing on top of me seconds later.

"Oh God..." He whispers against my shoulder. "...Oh God, that was so good."

I can't even speak. Instead, I bury my fingers in his hair and hold him close. His mouth is on my bare skin, brushing light kisses against me as our breathing comes back to normal.

"I love you." I finally manage, marveling in the sensation of him softening inside me. "I love you unbearably."

He faces me, kissing my lips and brushing his fingertips across my brow. "I love you so much, Colin. It hurts how much I do."

My eyes fill, and I close them as he caresses my cheek with gentle thumbs.

"What is it?" He asks, softly. "Talk to me."

I can't speak. I can only shake my head and wrap my arms around him.

"Colin?" He persists, gently.

"I..." My voice is uneven. "...I really wish we had more time together."

He kisses my wet eyes, rolling off of me but not losing all contact. "Hey, we have tonight. We have whenever we want. I'll drive up here every week if need be."

I chuckle against his chest, even through my tears. "Me and Brad'll be touring. Then, there's the family element."

"Stop it, Colin. It's my job to be the big baby. You're the strong one."

I'm shaking my head. "I can't be strong when I'm always waving goodbye to you. Why does it have to be like this?"

Reaching across me, he grabs the bottle of champagne - what didn't spill - and hands it to me. "Drink." He prompts. "You're depressing me."

Taking it from his hands, I sit up and have a gulp of it. "I'm sorry. I just can't imagine why we can't just... stay here. Together."

He shrugs. "We can. Drew Carey show is on a Hiatus. So is Whose Line. We'll just hole up here and..."

"We can't." I'm shaking my head, passing him the bottle. "I've been debating this in my head, over and over. We have families. The rules can't ever change because of that. We promised each other."

His eyes grow dark and serious. "Well. Maybe it's time for new rules."

The silence between us is simultaneously oppressive and liberating. My heart skips a beat as I consider his words. "What are you saying, Ryan?"

He shrugs and snuggles closer to me, sitting down the bottle. "I'm saying the New Year could holds lots of possibilities." He pauses, letting an errant hand slide along my arm, warming it. "I'm saying, maybe we should consider our own needs." His lips brush my skin as his eyes drift shut. "I'm saying...maybe we should get some rest. I'm saying... I'm..." He shrugs, yawns and pulls me closer. "...I don't know what I'm saying..."

Then, the glimmer of hope dims slightly as his breathing settles into a light snore, and I cover us both with the flowered comforter. I'm saddened, but somehow still filled with a small hope. A dim glimmer is still a glimmer. Leaning over his slumbering form, I smile and kiss his forehead just beneath his mussed blond hair.

"Happy New year, Ryan."

His quiet sleepy grunt is the only reply I could ever hope for.

END