Title: Home Improvement Pairing: Ryan/Colin Summary: Short and sweet. Sex for the fun of sex. Colin's got all kinds of hidden talents! Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Ryan leaned back against the counter, a slow smile spreading across his face. He watched as Colin expertly wielded the putty knife, bending low to scrape it along the baseboard before grabbing both loosened corners and removing the sheet of wallpaper in one fluid movement. Ryan looked back at his own wall, shards of paper still peppering it in random designs and thousands more lying haphazardly at his feet. Colin was really amazing like that. He could do just about anything he puts his mind to, which, in this case was refinishing the old house they'd bought that summer. Ryan knew he was worthless for any task more complicated than hanging a picture, but he'd truly underestimated Colin's abilities. He watched as Colin repeated the feat on the next panel, completely oblivious to Ryan's attention, instead singing along softly to the radio. As Colin bent, Ryan noticed the smooth planes of his back and the sharp angles where the muscles jutted down his sides. The thin tshirt seemed to flow with the movements underneath as Colin straightened and raised his arms above his head. Despite his age, Colin wore his shorts low slung around his waist, accentuated by the tool belt he wore, giving Ryan just the slightest hint of where those muscles ran to. He stepped forward quietly, careful to wait until Colin had begun to pull the next sheet before slipping his arms around the other man's thin waist. Colin jumped slightly, causing his sheet of wall paper to tear away from the wall and fall to his feet. Ryan's mouth was at his neck, soothing him just as the string of curses began to form on Colin's lips. He dropped the paper and melted back into Ryan's touch, annoyance immediately forgotten. Ryan eased them both to the floor, Colin lying back on him with complete trust. His fingers danced across the thin material beneath them, tracing patterns up and down Colin's shirt. Colin moaned softly and pushed back into Ryan, not surprised at all by the firm buldge he met there. Ryan's mouth latched onto the sensitive skin between his collar bones, switching between licking and nibbling lightly, and Colin's moans grew louder. Ryan's hands worked their way down to the waistband of Colin's boxers and he hooked his thumbs under the elastic, delighting in the sharp intake of breath issued from Colin at the sensation. He slid the boxers and too loose shorts down in one smooth move, sucking in a breath himself as Colin's thick, beautiful erection sprung forward, freed from the binding material. His fingers played over the skin, feather light touch causing Colin the spontaneous thrust forward blindly at him. Ryan delighted as his thumb brushed over the slit, wetted suddenly with the pre-cum collecting there. His fingers graced back down the underside before his hand came firmly to rest around Colin's balls, which he squeezed gently. Colin suddenly sat up and turned to face Ryan. His normally pale face was flushed and a tiny bead of sweat trailed down over his temple. "Take me, please. I want to feel you." Colin moaned breathlessly, his voice much deeper than it had been just minutes before. He put his hand in the middle of Ryan's chest and gently pushed him back into the sea of wallpaper shreds. Ryan went willingly, turned on even further by Colin's sudden surge of dominance. Colin unbuttoned Ryan's jeans and pulled them, along with his boxers. Ryan lifted his hips to help, allowing Colin to slide the material down to his ankles. His own erection lay against his stomach, a small pool of liquid forming under the tip. Colin bent down and took Ryan into his mouth, his tongue sliding up and down the shaft with snake-like motions. He pulled back, looking for a moment before climbing atop Ryan and positioning himself over Ryan's cock. He stood solid on his feet, his knees bent like frog legs, his entrance poised over Ryan. He took Ryan's shaft and positioned his tip just at his entrance and looked into Ryan's eyes. Reflected in the pools of green below him was everything he ever felt or thought, all intermingled with a deep smokey passion. "I love you Ryan," Colin said as he lowered himself down onto Ryan. Ryan moaned loudly as he was fully engulfed in the hot sheath of his lover. Colin paused to lean forward and place a soft, chaste kiss on Ryan's slightly parted lips. "I love you too," Ryan breathed, almost too overwhelmed to speak. As Ryan drew a quick breath, Colin straightened his knees, pulling himself up until only Ryan's tip remained inside. Ryan let all of the breath and more out in quick time as his eyes widened. Colin simply grinned and began to bounce on his knees, bringing Ryan in and out. His own breath was quickening, both from the effort and from the angle of penetration, deeper than ever before. Ryan quickly lost the ability to lay still and enjoy and began to frantically buck up to meet Colin, their rhythm becoming rapid and desperate. He lost the ability to breathe, so overwhelmed by the sensation that he couldn't think to draw a breath. He heard distant screaming moments before he felt Colin tighten around him and felt Colin's hot liquid stream down all over his chest and face. With one final thrust, every last breath of air left his lungs as his balls contracted and he poured himself deep into Colin. They laid together on the kitchen floor, their breath returned and their hearts slowing to a lethargic post-coital rate. Colin's head was pillowed on Ryan's shoulder, his hand thrown across Ryan's chest with one of Ryan's arms wrapped protectively around his shoulder. Colin raised his head to look at Ryan, his eyes dancing with mischeif. "What's up with your wall? You really suck at this, you know?" Colin giggled, a broad grin spreading across his peaceful features. "Yeah, yeah. So I'm not Mr. Handy. What of it?" Ryan quipped, trying to stifle his own laugh as he looked at the fruit of his labors. "Well, that's okay. We can put those hands to a use they'd be far more talented at." Colin said, an idea shining in his eyes. "Again?" Ryan asked, his eyes widening with disbelief. "What? No. I was thinking that you could pick up all this trash!" Colin said, laughing as he rolled off of Ryan, grabbed his shorts and ran off into the house with Ryan just a few steps behind.