Pure Naughtiness Pairing – You already know…(forgive me. I can't stop) Rating – Absolute smut. Tiny (mostly nonexistent) plot. Disclaimer – Why bother? Sorry if it offends but it's only fiction. I swear. Anyone who can prove otherwise, GET ME THOSE NEGATIVES! NOW! "More?" "Yeah. More." "Like this?" "Just like that. Oh God…" "Are you close?" A sigh, a gasp. "So close…so damn close…" "Not yet…" A whimper, a pause for strength. "O-Okay…Okay, you're right…let's wait…we should wait." A soft chuckle. "I can't believe us…" "I hope it lasts." "It will if I have anything to do with it." A grin. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Ryan's hand is moving across white hair, fingers sliding through the silky locks. It seems natural this way, finer, uncolored, truly Colin – and Colin's hand is resting against the bulge at the apex of Ryan's thighs, just beneath a layer of corduroy and a thin layer of white cotton. Its amazing how much pleasure can be inflicted without skin meeting skin. It's also amazing how much the two of them can get away with in the midst of a party in full swing. They haven't escaped to the bathrooms or to a private suite. They are standing at the bar and Colin is slyly rubbing Ryan's erection before sandwiching it between them. "Oh God…" "You want to leave." "Yes. God, Colin. I don't think I can…" "Wait." Colin's voice is low, a little stern, sending a thrill up Ryan's spine as they both take an opportunity to down their drinks. Colin is the Vodka neat, Ryan is the Boilermaker. Both are nearly pissed, but not too drunk to feel the static in the air, to feel the heat. Ryan's Adam's apple bobs in his throat as he swallows, wondering if the warmth in his face is visible to everyone in the room. Colin is pretty sure no one is paying them any attention. And it's booming with music and wall to wall with people, which is why they are able to pull off so much, but also the only reason they don't full on, make-out, tongues slithering together like mindless sex slugs. Their wives are also present at this shindig and flitting around the room like overly made-up, easily excitable butterflies - and how would they explain that? A touch here and there in shadow, sheltered behind a group of couples laughing and ignoring them or a whispered come-on is hardly noticeable, but Ryan's mouth on Colin's might strike someone as odd – and honestly, it's a little risky. "I want to leave." Ryan mouths the words, glad for the cover of loud music, glad Colin can practically read his thoughts, and Colin nods even without looking at him, putting on a fake smile that Ryan is all too aware of. "Deb's coming over." A moment later, Ryan is pretending to be a part of another conversation as Colin wraps an arm around his pretty, talented, slightly drunken wife. She is smiling and oblivious, and Ryan has his jacket draped over his lap for obvious reasons. "Hey, honey." Col says loudly against her neck, glad that Ryan is still in close enough proximity that he can move slightly backward an inch or so and feel his knee against the back of his thigh. He even almost thinks he hears a quiet gasp over the Beastie Boys remix some idiot opted on playing. It's all good, though. She seems lost in her own moment as he is lost in his, and he is very happy with himself for managing to control his raging hormones. A hard-on might commit him to a night of something totally opposite of what he had in mind. Especially with her pressing so close to him. "Are we leaving together?" She purrs against his ear, and he can smell her perfume and the faint scent of Zima on her breath. Such a lightweight. Shaking his head, he presses back a little more, feeling Ryan's thigh against his ass. A little more and he might be pressed against that glorious bulge, the one meant for him, the package he will be unwrapping in a very short amount of time – if he can get rid of this current distraction. "I have something to do…" He says to his wife, brushing her perfectly curled reddish brown lock of hair from her forehead and kissing her there. "…but I'll be there later, for sure." She smirks and nestles her head on Colin's shoulder, tugging at his shirt lapel, and Colin takes a moment to shift back ever so slightly. Ryan's large hand caresses the globe of his ass through his khaki slacks, and he hopes Deb doesn't notice the sudden increase in his heart rate. "Don't leave me waiting too long." She says, suggestively before disentangling herself, finally, and drifting back across the room, and Colin is almost startled that she didn't notice Ryan sitting there behind him (albeit sandwiched between three or four other people' backs turned, engrossed in various conversations.) When Colin turns back to face him, he is beyond game playing. His need is greater now than before they even started this flirty little game of hide and keep hiding. His dark eyes are muddled with desire, and he resists the urge to yank Ryan up into a fierce embrace. "Are you ready?" He asks in a soundless voice, and Ryan holds a finger up, in the universal, `just a sec' gesture. Colin watches as the taller man gets up from his stool, brushing by his secret lover and taking great care to rub every inch of his torso against the other man. Colin feels as if his nerve endings are on fire and his eyes follow Ryan across the room like a hawk. When he finds his wife, in a corner, surrounded by other wives, (Colin's included) and holding onto her third – maybe fourth kamikaze, Colin finally lets his gaze drift to other territories. Best not to be too obvious afterall. This formality stuff takes less than ten minutes, total. Within the next thirty, they are nearly to their undisclosed location, and both men are practically oozing with sexual energy. "Ryan…" Colin breathes as Ryan forces him back against the wall in the apartment they rent together for just such purposes. "They're…so oblivious…" Ryan is whispering this against Colin's neck while his hands tear the buttons from the holes in Colin's shirt. Colin makes a sound of desperation, wincing as his own hands fumble with the zipper of Ryan's corduroys. "Right…oblivious…" His hand reaches for Ryan's chin and guides their mouths together, letting his tongue flow into the other man's mouth, marveling at how well they fit together even given their height difference. Only four inches, he thinks to himself as his free hand finds and relieves Ryan's erection from its constraints. Ryan hisses. "God, it loves you." He says through his passion. "Stroke it, Colin." Colin obeys, wordlessly, his own hard-on now painful in his slacks. For an instant, Ryan can do nothing but feel, Colin's hand sliding up and down, forward and back, Colin's hand squeezing gently, tugging mercilessly. "Like that?" Colin sounds so innocent. "Christ." Ryan's voice is muddled with need and he grasps Colin's wrist to stop him before it's too late. The taller man brings Colin's hands to either side of his head and forces them against the wall, restraining the Canadian. Brown eyes look startled and a bit playful as Ryan moves in for the kill. "I know what you're trying to do." He whispers, and Colin cocks his had a fraction of an inch. "Who? Me?" Ryan grins, can't help himself. "Yes. You. And it won't work. This is going to last." Colin makes a pained face and lowers his gaze a little. "I promised her I'd…" "I don't care." Ryan murmurs. "Look at me." Colin does so. "I'm looking." "I want you…all night. Forever. `Til the end of time. I don't care what you promised her." Colin nods, matter-of-factly. "Right. That's the sad part." "What?" "Neither do I." Their eyes link and Colin leans forward, taking Ryan by surprise, kissing his lips, no-nonsense-like. When they part, Ryan is laughing. "Sly bastard…" "What are you waiting for, Ryan?" Ryan blushes. "I'm buying myself time." "Oh come on…have some faith, big guy." Colin gets one wrist free and trails it down Ryan's lean chest. "Besides, I need to feel you. Inside me. Soon." "And if I don't last?" Ryan sounds uncertain – even a little disappointed with himself. Colin simply snorts a laugh. "Well, then we can get a do-over…as many as it takes…" Ryan's cock swells to maximum length at the words. Soon, they're tumbling together, towards the bedroom, shirtless, half making love, half pillow fighting, laughing and perspiring like boys at a sleepover, a thin line between adoration and love, adolescence and adulthood. Colin feels like a kid around Ryan, and Ryan simply feels addicted. He can't get enough of the older man, drinking him down like honey, inhaling him like Opium. Colin is wrapping his arms around Ryan's neck and they have finally finished playing, their gazes turned serious, love evident in their eyes. Ryan is using one hand to push his pants the rest of the way down his legs while trying to maintain the deep stare. "Love you so much, Colin…love you so much…" Colin kisses him deeply as their clothes seem to melt away and they are on the bed, Ryan above Colin. That long lean, tanned body is stretched above the slender paler one, and Ryan reaches between them to gently tug on Colin's length, sliding the foreskin forward and back and Colin parts his legs, ready to accept his lover into his body. Letting go of Colin, Ryan reaches into the side table and pulls out the lube, squeezing it haphazardly so it dribbles onto his fingers and onto the sheets and basically everywhere. He's too lost to care, though, and starts to prepare the body beneath his, entering the tight channel with extreme care – even given his desperation and need. Colin has his head turned away, eyes clenched shut against the tight pressure of two probing digits, slowly driving him insane. "Now, Ryan…" He manages, breath coming in pants, "…do it now." Ryan accepts this as confirmation and moves into position, guiding himself and slowly sinking into his best friend and lover. They both cry out in unison, Ryan a moan, Colin more of a whimper as one hand wraps around Ryan's middle and the other rests on his shoulder briefly before moving into the thick soft mop of wavy blondish hair. Ryan drops his head down to plant a kiss on Colin's parted mouth, swallowing the soft gasps. They move like this repeatedly, Ryan moving slowly back and forth, supporting most of his weight on his elbows, and Colin meeting each measured thrust, eyes fluttering with each meeting of cock head and prostate. "Oh, God…Ryan…" He's whispering in a breathy voice. "…Ryan, so good…" "I know…"Ryan is moving faster now, almost frantically. "…Oh God, Colin, I know…" "Love you…I love you so much, Ryan…Oh…God, I'm so close…Christ…" "Love you so much, Colin. So goddamned much!" Ryan is also close but holding back, and it takes every fiber of his being not to come right now, not to empty himself completely inside the warmth around him. And then suddenly, displaying great strength and willpower, Ryan pulls out and slides down Colin's body. With startled, questioning eyes, Colin watches as Ryan nestles himself between those milky white thighs and begins to lavish Colin with kisses and licks, before finally popping him into his mouth and sucking him savagely, holding tight to those lightly muscled legs, covered in a fine sprinkling of dark hair. Colin is emptying himself down Ryan's throat in the short time in takes to do a Hoe-down, and Ryan has resumed his place between the Canadian's thighs, sliding inside him to bring his point home in a grand finale that leaves both men breathless and shuddering. With ragged breaths, they cling to one another like shipwrecked lovers on the edge of time and nothing exists except the two of them. It is morning when they wake together, groggy and hung-over but not from drinking. They are filthy and tired and completely uncaring. Colin, ever the logical one, is the first to recover from the afterglow. "Holy cow, what time is it?" Ryan drapes an arm around the other man, intending to drift back into a comfortable slumber. "I dunno. Who cares?" Colin, ruffling Ryan's hair, slips expertly from his hold. "I have to go." He says in a regretful voice, considering his clothes strewn about the room. "I guess I'd better shower first?" Ryan stretches languidly on the sheet, naked and glowing. "Yeah, unless you want her thinking you were on some kind of all-nighter." Colin visibly blushes as he murmurs under his breath. "It would be pretty damned close." Ryan snorts a laugh, eyes pleading with the weary Canadian. "Come back to bed. Lets just see what it would be like – to spend the entire time together, not rushing or worrying…just…staying in bed. In another couple of hours, we'll go some place out of the way for toasty croissants and cappuccinos. Colin gazes longingly at Ryan. "That sounds wonderful, love…but…" Ryan's eyes are so full of promise and green like so many rolling plains and they remind Colin so much of the Hollywood Hills, the way they sparkle and betray so much. He finds himself incapable of resisting. "Okay." He says, shrugging, letting drop his armful of clothes from the night before. "Just this once." "Yep." Ryan watches as he slides back into bed and snuggles against the still-warm body. "Until next time." Colin slaps him gently on the thigh. "Nice try. We're not neglecting that other life. We promised each other…" "I know, I know." Ryan replies grudgingly while still getting as close to the man as he can manage without canceling one or both of them out and almost immediately, they drift off towards slumber. The morning sun dances through the window, making strange mini-blind shaped patterns on Ryan's golden form and Colin's porcelain one, bathing them both in the shadows and light that almost represent the tangled web they weave…almost but not quite… FIN