Title: Crawling Into Bed With Me Author: Clay Pairing: ...um... that’s kind of hard to explain... The physical pairing is Greg/Colin, but it’s really more of a Ryan/Colin story... just in a roundabout kind of way... Rating: R Summary: A twisted game of matchmaker. Author’s notes: I don’t know where this came from, honestly I don’t. It’s similar to my last, but completely unrelated. Blame Fallout Boy. It’s a weird little thing. Words: 1,321 Why don't you show me the little bit of spine You've been saving for his mattress, love “Dance, Dance” - Fallout Boy “Why do you take it?” Colin looked up, startled, and frowned. A cigarette dangled from his fingertips, ashes dripping onto the arm of the couch. The book in his lap had stayed at the same page for the last fifteen minutes. “Excuse me?” Greg let out a grating sigh and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” But Colin just stared at him, fingers curled on the pages in front of him, an unconscious marking of the page despite the fact that he obviously wasn’t reading. “Ryan,” Greg said, as if that was an explanation. Colin continued to stare. His lips tightened almost imperceptibly, eyes darkened, but still he said nothing. Greg groaned and stood, crossing the two feet between them to fall heavily on the couch next to Colin. Colin, still staring, let Greg pluck the cigarette from his fingers and take a drag before depositing it in the ashtray. “You’re such a fucking pussy,” a pause to hiss out smoke, and Colin’s frown deepened. “Why do you let him do it?” Colin closed his book, very slowly, and laid it on the floor at his feet before turning to face Greg. “What are you talking about?” Greg rolled his eyes and leaned forward, propped up on his arms held stiff to either side of Colin. He leaned right in his face to whisper with complete seriousness. “You’re in love with him.” Colin blinked, backing into the arm of the couch and leaning away. “I’m not.” But Greg just ate up the distance between them, on hands and knees now, crawling over him. “You are,” he said, curious now, leering and delighting in the fear in Colin’s eyes, “and yet you let him fuck me.” Colin’s eyes widened. Greg continued to study him, eyes skipping about his face, taking in the set of his mouth, the working of his throat. “You’re not weak.” “Greg...” Colin was getting angry now. “Yeah?” “Get off me.” Greg just laughed. “No. You haven’t answered my question.” So Colin pushed, and Greg was right; he wasn’t weak. Greg fell back, startled, and Colin stood and stared down at him. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, but as Greg watched, the tension faded back into confusion. Colin turned away to look out across the green room toward the door, probably wondering, maybe hoping, that someone would come in. Wishing he had the guts to leave himself. “There it is.” Greg said, staring up at him, still sprawled over the couch, but not feeling the least bit self conscious of the fact. Colin swung back to look at him. “Show a little spine.” Colin’s brow furrowed slightly, eyes narrowed. “What?” Greg scurried up, getting right back in Colin’s face, hands fisting in his shirt, pushing him back a few paces before Colin even realized what was happening. Before he knew it, Greg had him up against the wall, breathing in his face, ragged with some twisted sort of excitement. “You had it, but then you lost it.” “Get off!” Colin’s hands flew up, hooking around Greg’s wrists, but Greg wasn’t about to be put off so easily. Colin was stronger than he, but he wasn’t trying his hardest, too curious about Greg’s motives. “Yeah...” Greg smirked. “That.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” Greg licked his lips, leaning in close, mouth brushing Colin’s cheek. “He’s an idiot, you know. He has no idea how you feel about him. All you have to do is say the word and I’d be out the door, but you won’t. You can’t.” “I don’t...” Colin was trembling against him. “Just think about it,” Greg purred. He closed his eyes, reveling in the images behind his lids. “Image him over you, fucking you, inside you. His hands on you. Imagine the way he’d say your name.” Colin’s breathing was starting to pick up. He swallowed, and his next words were choked, weak and gravely. “I’m... I’m married..” “Uh huh. Sure. We all are. Doesn’t seem to bother us any.” “Ryan doesn’t... he wouldn’t–“ “Oh come on!” Greg pulled Colin away from the wall just to slam him back against it, pulling back far enough to look in his eyes. “What the fuck are you scared of? Ryan would take you to bed in a second if you just asked him! What’s stopping you?” Colin opened his mouth to reply, but Greg cut him off. “Grow a God damned back bone!” There was a spark of something in Colin’s eyes akin to anger, but not quite. “Look at me!” he shouted. “Why would he ever go for someone like me?” The words struck Greg speechless. He stared, mouth open, for just a moment before letting out a barking laugh. “That’s it? That’s why you haven’t told him yet?” Colin frowned, keeping hold on Greg’s eyes. Greg smiled now, almost genuine, and leaned back in. His words were just above a whisper, colored by amusement and tainted by his ever present sarcasm. “You have no fucking clue. Do you have any idea what I go through because you two are such fucking morons?” But he didn’t give Colin a chance to answer. Instead he slid up against him, arching up to whisper in Colin’s ear, trapping his hands between them where he still clutched Colin’s shirt. “Of course not.” Harsh, raw, but whispered so sweetly. “He only takes me to bed because he’s too much of a coward to ask you.” Greg shifted his stance, rubbing against Colin and smirking when he found the other man half hard. He chuckled throatily. “Thinks you’re too good for him, so he takes me instead. But I don’t mind. I’ll be his whore. It’s more than you get.” “Greg...” Gritty and weak. “Fuck,” Greg grated out, lips on Colin’s neck now, one hand sliding down to Colin’s hip and tugging him forward, grinding against him, getting aroused himself now. “I bet you’d be fun in bed. Feisty.” He pulled back, eyeing Colin haughtily and said. “He calls your name sometimes.” And with that, he tightened his fist in Colin’s shirt and tugged, ripping Colin down to kiss him. Colin didn’t even try to get away, didn’t even hesitate before returning the kiss with relish, grinding back against him, one hand digging into the shirt at the small of his back, the other wrapped around his nape, both pulling Greg as close as physically possible. It was hot, wet, messy, but absolutely fantastic, fueled by lust and misplaced anger. Greg lifted his arms to rest his palms to either side of Colin’s head, and used his entire body to press Colin back against the wall, sliding against him, searching for friction. Colin complied with a breathy growl, both hands on Greg’s ass now, bucking against him, breathing, panting into his mouth as they both searched for relief. And it came all too soon, quick, intense and completely unsatisfying. Greg collapsed against Colin, fingers dragging down his chest, searching for purchase in order to keep himself standing. “Damn,” he chuckled. “Gonna have to change our pants now.” But Colin didn’t reply. He had, in fact, gone completely still. Greg blinked up into his face, but Colin was staring over his shoulder toward the door. Well shit. Greg smirked as he turned, extracting himself from around Colin. He only grinned wider when he saw who was standing in the doorway. Ryan stared at them, lips slightly parted, an almost deer in headlights kind of expression on his face. “Oh God...” Greg didn’t know if it came from Ryan or Colin, but it didn’t really matter. He almost laughed, straightening his blazer and throwing Colin one last look over his shoulder. “Not too pure for him now, I’m willing to bet. Don’t say I never did anything for you.” And with that he strode right past Ryan and out the door. End.