Pairing ~ Col/Ry Summary ~ Two lovers enjoy some holiday cheer...sorta... Disclaimer ~ I do not own these celebrities, and I'm positive this didn't happen (outside the dreams and fantasies of a sick slashaholic, that is). Do not attempt to sue me because I am in the hole a couple thousand due to the flagrant abuse of student loan money. LOL. I mean no disrespect and this is a complete work of fiction. Rating ~ lets say 'R' to be safe. *wink* The Night Before the Night Before Christmas I'm against the wall, breathing through my nose as my mouth is otherwise occupied. My hands are around him and our tongues are entwined. I love him so much. Being with him like this is unbearably good. My heart is pounding and he's holding tight to my shirt. It's so late at night that everyone is gone, but we're still here and it's as if the Earth has stopped moving. "I said, no..." he breathes against my neck as I chuckle against his ear. "I know what you said..." "So stop it." My mouth is on his again, and his laugh is lost down my throat. My God, we're too old to act like this, but I feel so happy with him. It feels so good. "I heard you." My hands are holding his head as we dreamily stare into each other's eyes. He smiles, his deep dimples creasing his face as he cocks his head to the side. "You don't listen..." "I know I don't." "...but I really have to go." "So you've said." I'm pinning him to the wall now, and he's holding my shirt. "Ryan..." "I don't want you to leave yet. I want you to stay here and fool around with me." "I'm tired." his hand cradles my face. "It's three a.m." "You have nothing in the morning. Just some last minute shopping stuff... and... maybe..." "No shopping stuff..." He counters, tracing my jaw line. "...an early flight and... maybe a meeting or two... still, I need rest. I'm exhausted." "I need you to stay." I whisper against his lips. "Please stay." He reaches for me, holding me at arm's length before letting his face crack into a huge grin. "No one begs as much as you do." "Oh, Colin..." I let my face press into his shirt, my hands resting on his shoulders. "...Why does it have to be so good with you? Why is it so awesome?" He breathes warmth into my shirt. "That's why it's taboo." My eyes raise to meet his. "Screw that. I need you. I love you. Taboo is bullshit. Taboo is for the Hindus." "Watch your mouth." He whispers, kissing my lips. "You're being petulant again." "Stay with me tonight." He sighs, closing his eyes briefly. "I can't, Ryan. I want to, but I can't." I start to chew my lip. "We have this wonderful suite..." "Ryan..." "Its paid for. Drew and everyone is gone. We're here - not expected anyplace anytime soon..." "Ryan, please..." "I will never ask you for anything else. I swear." "I promised someone I'd come home." Sighing, I back off a bit. "Oh." "Not who you're thinking." He says, resting a palm against my chest. "Him. Not her." I nod, already aware. "Okay. Well, I feel like an asshole because I didn't even call." He smirks, wrapping his arms around me. "They know how you are. They love you anyway." "I should be more like you. Follow through." He smiles slowly at me. "Walk me to my car." Once seated inside the dark Tahoe, I find I can't let him go. My hand is on his, both resting in his lap. "I should go. Really, Ryan." I'm feeling that familiar tugging that comes every time I have to say goodbye to him. We lean towards one another as our lips meet and caress gently. Letting my tongue slide along his lower lip, I probe until he grants me entrance and I'm getting caught up again. My hand is on his cheek as our mouths mesh wetly. "Mm... Colin..." Pulling out of it, he rests a hand on my shoulder, keeping me at bay. "Have to go." He whispers as I let my head loll forward. "Don't want you to." "Have to." he sighs, slipping his hand from mine. "I'll call you." My head hurts as the lump forms in my throat. "You're going to Toronto tonight?" He doesn't respond, only meets my eyes. "I'll call you from there." "I'm tired of commuting, Colin. Why don't you move here?" "Because I hate L.A." "You could move to Sherman Oaks." He snorts. "And you could move to Ontario, but that isn't going to happen either." My eyes start to fill and he adjusts his rear-view mirror, purposely avoiding looking at me. "Why do I get like this every time?" He shrugs, fishing in his pocket for something. "Because you're a big old baby." "I love you, Col." "And I love you, but you know the routine. It never changes." "I hate when you leave." "Get out, Ryan." He says, matter-of-factly but gently. "I have a plane to catch." I slump into the seat, folding my arms. "Make me." He stares forward, hands on the steering wheel. "Are you riding with me to the airport?" I shrug. "I guess I am." "Fine..." He exhales, resigned. "...put on your seat belt." I obey him wordlessly, and we're off into the night. When we pull into LAX, I stay seated as he gets out and opens his trunk. I love him so much, and I get so hostile when he has to leave and he puts up with me every time. When he comes back around and gets in, he has something in his hands. "What's that?" I ask, staring at the bag - not at him. He makes an exasperated sound, then hands it to me. "It's for you. I was going to mail it, as a surprise, but since you won't go home..." Gleefully, I reach for the gift bag and rifle through tissue paper before pulling out the small box. "Colin, if this is an engagement ring?" "Shut up and open it." He says, making a face. I do so without another word, pulling the velvet black lid off the box and examining the sparkling watch inside. It's platinum with a thick band and a map in the face with white gold borders and silver hands. The very center has a diamond. The back of the face has an inscription which I can barely read through watery eyes. "We promised..." He's nodding. "I know, but..." "We said we wouldn't exchange gifts this year, Colin. You bastard..." He shrugs as I read the inscription. //no matter where i am, i'm with you.// I'm biting my lip and looking out the window, away from him. I love him so much it hurts. It aches to be near him and it aches when we're apart, so I guess pain is inevitable. "I know. You hate it." His voice is soft, quiet. I turn to him, shaking my head. "I love it. It's... it's perfect." Holding it out to him, I wipe tears away with my free hand. "Put it on me." Without argument, he does. His hands are warm and gentle as he clasps it around my left wrist. "You can't leave now." I say in an unsteady voice. "If you do, I'll be lost." He leans over and kisses me on the lips. "Don't be selfish. There's enough of me to go around and I'll be back in two weeks." My eyes close, slowly. "No. You won't. You and Brad have shows." "Not until March." "I'll come with you." He's shaking his head. "No. That's against the rules. He's expecting me - not me and you. Besides, she'll be around as well." I'm feeling irrational jealousy, erratic emotions. I can't control myself. "She wants you still." He counters, gently. "She can't have me. I'm taken. Remember that, Stiles." I nod, slowly. Fresh out of appeals. "Just tonight. Stay with me, and you can fly early in the morning." He snorts and glances at my new watch. "It's already morning, Ryan. In two hours the sun will be up." I'm nodding, vigorously, desperate. "Yeah, Col, I know - but if you stay with me back at the suite, we'll have a few hours, and you can leave at like - ten or so. You'll still arrive in time for the Holiday. Please, Colin?" He sits quietly for the moment, thinking it over as I watch him. God, I need him. I need tonight. I need him against me, warm, naked, just with me, together. I can't be alone after this gift. I need him more now than ever. Maybe I'll think of the ramifications later, but for now... I don't know. Sighing, he starts the car again. "I don't think I can change my tickets, and it's awfully short notice. I hope nothing happens to divert me..." "I love you so much." I lean over and kiss his face as he heads back towards the hotel. "I love you too." Back at the hotel, I'm undressing myself as he closes the blinds, trying to ignore the light indigo sky of early dawn. Then, in moments, we're in each other's arms. I'm naked except for the watch and he's fully clothed minus his shoes. "I love you so much, Colin." I'm murmuring against his lips as I unbutton his shirt. "This is just like Christmas." His hands are in my hair as he chuckles. "It is Christmas." "Tomorrow." I whisper against the silky dark hair on his chest. "You'll be home by then." "If you ever let me leave." His hands are on my torso, warm against my ribcage. "It'll be worth it." My hands are pushing his shirt completely off his shoulders as he lets one hand come down to hold onto my hips. His voice is a breath when he replies. "I know it will." My hands are unzipping his fly and I am gleeful to see that he's already in a state for me. I let my hand lazily fondle him there as he kisses my chest and licks at my nipples. "Mm... Colin... Merry Christmas Eve..." "Shh..." He whispers pulling me down onto my back, hovering over me, and crashing his mouth to mine. I'm in heaven as he begins to kiss his way down my body, letting his hands caress every nook and cranny. "You're so good to me..." My voice is a whimper as he starts to stroke me gently, with feather-light touches. "...You're so good, Colin." He's bringing me to the brink when he finally responds. "Love you, Ryan... so much..." When he eventually joins my body, I am trembling and holding him so tight, letting him ride me towards silky, sweet oblivion. Our mouths are caressing, exploring as our bodies rock together like a ship along the tumultuous sea. His movements become fierce and his voice is a whimper as he says my name, me holding fast to him, clinging to him. Even if he never said it, I'd know he loved me just by his actions. The way he makes love to me like it's the last time - or the first. When we finally collapse together on the comforter, we're gasping for air and not entirely surprised to see the sun already making horizontal lines of light across our bodies. We're slick with sweat and smiling with contentment. His arm is thrown over me, and his face is against my neck. "Was it everything you dreamed?" He asks with a labored breath as I smile and caress his head. Nodding, I chuckle, breathlessly. "Yeah, Every time." "Will I be permitted to leave you, now?" I'm laughing, softly. "Um. I guess so. As long as you promise to come back." He kisses my bare shoulder, and then rubs the area with his fingertips. "I always do." In minutes, he's showering and dressing as I lie in bed and watch him. I've decided to stay here because I always get choked up when I see him off at the airport and I want to remember this just like it is. Us. Together in this room. Him smiling at me as he ties his shoes, wordlessly sending me endearments. I want him to come back to bed, but alas, I've hogged too much of his time already. When he comes to stand beside the bed, I sit up and pull him down into a kiss with him using the headboard for leverage. "I love you and I'll miss you." He says, caressing the top of my hair. "And I'll call you - so turn on your phone." "I will." I say, feigning bravery even as my heart aches for him. With a final wave, he goes to exit before I call to him. "Yeah?" He says, poking his head back in the door. "Merry Christmas, Col." He half-smiles. "Yes. Merry Christmas to you too." END