Title: A Night's Rebellion Rating: R Disclaimer: If I owned them, the letter H would happen far more often! Summary: A little fluff about the first time the boys met. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" Colin turned, following the voice at his right, and his eyes traced up the length of a tall, thin man, finally resting on a pair of green eyes and a boyish smile. He couldn't be more than 17 years old, too young for this club, and yet, he looked completely at home here. Colin thought for a moment, vacillating between a serious or a comedic answer and finally settled on, "Yes." He watched as the boy's smile grew, obviously pleased with the answer. The tall, desperately thin man slid off his stool and bumped it closer to Colin. Colin's breath caught in his throat, unsure of what was happening, but not entirely displeased. He'd come here as an escape, seeking a place where no one knew him, and he could forget his pathetic life. He was in school, excelling as was expected of him, in fact, he did everything that was expected of him. He wanted out, he wanted to live his life, he wanted to rebel. He'd stumbled into the seedy strip joint, not really paying any attention to the sign over the door, just seeking an anonymous drink. The stranger next to him leaned in, his hot breath mingling with Colin's air. He reached out and took Colin's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off as a man called to him from across the room. "You're on kid", the burly man said before returning to his seat by the door. Colin let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, relief flooding over him as the young man pulled back. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly his lips were met by a pair of warm, supple lips. It was a quick, sweet kiss, over almost as soon as it began, but Colin's whole body had begun to tingle. "Later", the young man whispered, and Colin opened his eyes to see him retreating across the room and clambering up onto the stage. What followed was the funniest hour that Colin had ever witnessed. The man onstage was performing a stand-up routine to a crowd who was far more interested in the dried up stripper dancing in the corner, but he continued on, his pleasure at being onstage obvious. Finally, as he was wrapping up a series of jokes, he announced, "I'm Ryan and I'm here all weekend." Colin rolled the name around on his tongue, testing the sound of it. He watched Ryan exit the stage and cross the club to the man at the door, who paid him in cash. Colin picked up his drink and swallowed it in one gulp, needing the courage it afforded. "Can I buy you a drink?" Ryan asked as he slid up next to Colin. "Uh, sure." Colin replied, not really able to look into those green eyes again. He could still feel the tingle on his lips, the burn left from the brief contact more than an hour ago. He'd never felt like that before, so very alive, and so very scared. But this was why he'd come here, and he wasn't going to back down. He watched Ryan lean across the bar, the angles of his body clear through his thin t-shirt. The young man was attractive, in a goofy, boyish way, and Colin realized that his gaze had dropped to Ryan's small, tight ass. He snapped his eyes back up, just as Ryan turned and handed Colin a shot. "Tequila", he said simply, not asking whether Colin would drink it, but simply extending his own shot glass and softly saying, "Cheers." Colin drank, the liquid burning a trail down his throat and settling happily into his stomach. He watched Ryan, not surprised by his lack of reaction to the toxic drink. "You were fantastic." Colin quipped, unsure of what to say. "Thanks." Ryan replied. "I hate this place, you wanna get out of here?" Colin opened his mouth to say something, but the words stopped in his throat as Ryan grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the door. Before he had time to think, the two were out on the sidewalk, the harsh bite of the cold night overtaking them. Ryan continued to wordlessly pull Colin, applying just enough pressure to his hand to assure that the older man would follow. Although Colin was vaguely aware of the cold night air burning his lungs, he was far more aware of the warm burn of Ryan's hand in his. He had no idea where this man was taking him, no idea what was to follow, but at that very moment he didn't care. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Colin knew instinctively that this man could never hurt him. They stopped at the river, the bank sloping steeply down from where they stood. There was an old wrought iron railing running along the edge and several benches placed sporadically. Colin recognized this place, he'd walked here before, when he needed to clear his mind. Ryan pushed him down onto a bench and straddled him. Ryan's mouth caught Colin's lips and kissed him savagely while his hands explored every inch of Colin's torso. Colin gasped into Ryan's mouth as the young man took a nipple between his fingers and pinched lightly. Before Colin could think, Ryan had undone his pants and had thrust his hand under the elastic of his boxers. Colin bucked at the touch as Ryan wrapped his fingers around Colin's shaft and began to pump with confidence. His breath coming in ragged gasps, Colin reached out and undid the button on Ryan's jeans, and quickly slid the fly down. He was surprised and pleased to see Ryan's erection spring forward, no underwear restricting it. He'd never touched another man before, but his passion overwhelmed him and he clumsily took Ryan in his hand and began to pump. Eventually they fell into a rhythm together, grunts and moans escaping when their mouths were not otherwise occupied. Colin's head fell backwards as he felt himself near release, only to be followed by Ryan's, their mouths meeting and stifling their screams as they both reached orgasm together. Colin lay back, his body feeling loose and free. Ryan remained atop him for awhile, his head resting on Colin's shoulder as he regained his breath. As Ryan moved to rise, Colin finally spoke. "Colin." "Huh?" Ryan asked lazily. "Colin, my name is Colin." "Col......I like that." he said, a soft smile on his lips. He looked into Colin's deep brown eyes, "Colin? Do you believe in love at first sight?" "Yeah, Ry......I do." Colin answered softly before pulling Ryan back down into a kiss. fin ~12/20/05~