SCENES FROM A HAT (What Ryan and Colin do after the show) Pairing - Ry/Col Rating - Adult Summary - Stand alone. Between friends on a lonely highway - basically PWP ;) Disclaimer - I do not own anyone but myself. Any resemblance this piece may bear to anything else (aside from names) is purely coincidental. The people might be real, but the situation is purely fictional. I derive no profit from this work. Blame Canada…;) The dark expanse of road stretches before us as Colin drives faster and faster. With his right hand, he shifts gears, and I am awed by his ability to maneuver the Viper through traffic. I'm biting my lip and trying not to breathe or I might cry out in anxious bliss. His face is terribly serious as he brakes expertly at stop signs, signals at turns, and merges gracefully on the freeway. Heat makes me jumpy; sweat makes me wet, and his slow grin at a red light makes me turn to granite inside my shorts. "Jesus…" I whisper, folding my arms across my chest. "…can we go faster?" He chuckles, quietly. "I'm already breaking the speed limit." I nod, tapping my foot inside the sports car, wishing it could fly - but in all honesty, we're damned close to flight. Colin's doing ninety-five mph. "I don't know if I can wait." I say through gritted teeth. "It's been too long." "You have no choice." He says, absently, checking the rearview mirror for cops. "Besides, I'm at the helm - you're a mere passenger." When I turn to him, I notice the grin and know he's teasing me. His eyes are focused on the road but I can sense his thoughts moving a mile a minute (kind of like us), contemplating things to come, the past, the present. Hmm. The present. "Colin." "Yeah." He replies, hand resting over the gear shift. "Are you as hard as I am?" His chuckle is surprised and amused. "Gee. I dunno. I'll have to check for you…" Without preamble, I reach across his arm and check for myself. His reaction is to yelp and swerve a bit. "Stop that!" He squeals, glancing at me, slowing the acceleration a bit. I smile at him, watching as he turns back to the road, reaching out to tousle light locks of his remaining hair. "I'm so hard, I might explode." I affirm softly. He snorts a laugh. "Well, what do you propose to do about that? We still have another twenty minutes before we reach our destination." I close my eyes at his estimation. "Colin, at the rate you're going, we'll be home in bed before the next light changes." There is a moment of silence as he speeds up still, shifting gears as he does. "In answer to your question, yes, I'm as hard as you are." he says, biting his lip. I close my eyes against the wonderfully pleasant image. "I'm going to touch you again…" I warn, in a deep rumble of a voice. "…just so you know." He doesn't reply only exhales, slowly as I reach across his arm and grasp him lightly. Stretching his neck, he continues to stare straight ahead but seems more distracted, his breath coming slightly faster than before. "You're going to make us wreck." He says as I cup him through khaki and squeeze him, gently. "Maybe you should pull over." "No…" His voice is strained as I move my hand in slow circles over his firm package. "…We're almost there." I nod. "Yes. You have no idea. Pull over, Col." He shakes his head, beginning to redden. "We're very close…" "Not close enough..." My voice is even deeper as I slide the zipper down, making him swerve again. "You want to deal with L.A.P.D. tonight, Ryan?" His voice is a mixture of arousal, annoyance, and curiosity as I reach beneath the fabric to toy with his jockey-covered cock. "No. I want to suck you off." "Does it have to be now?" "Yeah." I nod and bend over his lap. "Ryan…" He sounds worried, but weak and needy. "…Ryan, gently, please… I don't want to ruin the upholstery…" I chuckle as I bring him from beneath the shorts and start to lick him. "Christ…" He sighs, slowing his speed. "…Ryan…don't…I'm pulling over… I'm…" When I take him into my mouth, I feel the car stop jerkily, and try not to laugh as I begin moving my head slowly up and down. "Ryan…I'm…Oh …God…" He's barely able to form coherent thought as he shifts the gear below my torso and glides the car into park. After a moment, I feel his hand in my hair as he whines softly. He tastes so damned good, filling my mouth, sighing softly. My tongue gathers the pre-cum as he makes a soft noise that goes straight to my groin, turning it solid. Feeling evil, I slip him from my mouth and hold him in my palm, continuing to stroke him but now watching his face as he turns his head away from me. "Look at me." I whisper, stroking the slippery organ. "I want to see your eyes." He obeys, lips parted, eyes unfocused but deep and brown - like endless pools of mocha…he's beautiful like this, on the verge. His hand comes up to my shoulder as he gently pulls me into a kiss. Our lips meld as our tongues dance and I give him a taste of himself, continuing to stroke him down below. His gasp enters my mouth and is lost on my soul as I kiss him deeper, wanting to swallow him whole. When he pulls back, he covers his face with his hand. "No more, Ry… I….can't…I mean…Mmm…" He shivers lightly as I bend to lick the head, then come back up to face him. "Of course you can." I whisper against his chest, resenting his shirt and jacket. "No…don't…" He sighs. "Yeah…"I counter him, still pumping the throbbing organ. "…you want it. You love it." He nods, biting his lip. "Yeah…I…I do…I love it….love you…." "I want you to come." "Okay…" He replies, simply, and I chuckle at him. "Don't laugh." He adds, smirking through his passion. "I mean it." "I won't." I say, bending once more to lick and suck him until he's trembling beneath me, shooting warm Canadian cream down my throat. When he's slumped in blissful resolution, I take in the sight of him. His face is flushed, blotchy with heat, his breathing is shallow gasps, his eyes are closed, and his hands are clutching me. I am on fire just looking at him. "Wasn't that fun?" I ask, unbuttoning his shirt. "Lets do it again, huh?" He shakes his head and gives a weary chuckle. "In a bed this time…" I shake my head. "No. I like you here - behind the wheel of a sports car." My hands are on his bare chest now, sliding through the silky fine hair there. "Shit, Colin - you're so good." He smiles, blushing in spite of himself. How I adore my shy little Colin and how he can take a compliment gracefully even though I know he hates hearing shit like that - like how wonderful he is, or how talented or how funny or how adorable; it makes him squirm, but it's so so true. Sitting up, I notice two things. First of all, we're at a truck stop - secondly, Colin is watching me with curious, playful eyes. I have to take the bait. "What? I get something on me?" He shakes his head, shrugging and smiling that bashful little smile. "I'd like to see you touch yourself." I smirk and shake my head, but how can I deny him? My sweetie wants to see me jack off…how cute is that? Colin is no stranger to exotic sex - we've fucked in so many places, so many times; In the studio, in our trailers, in a Denny's, at the park…Now, he just wants to watch me. Okay. Whatever. I can oblige and hopefully, I won't ruin his upholstery. When I unleash my cock, it is throbbing and pushing forward like a honing missile. Colin grins and rests his hands in his lap, silently urging me. Man, he's really going to watch. I feel a little cheated but also aroused beyond belief…having him watch will be torturous - but hot. Damned hot. When I start, I have my eyes closed, suddenly glad for the black tinted windows. I'm holding myself in one slick hand and massaging slowly, prolonging it when his voice cuts through my thoughts. "Eyes." his voice is barely above a whisper, and the softness sends a tremor throughout my body. "I want to see them." I open them to him and am aware that my mouth is slightly parted. His dark eyes are so focused on me, glancing from what my hand is doing to what my eyes are doing. He's so good at reading me so he probably knows I'd rather be inside him right now. "Harder." He whispers, and I follow the direction, gasping when my own hand wraps around the head, imagining its his hand instead of mine. "I want this to be you." I moan. "I want to feel you. Colin. Please." He smiles and touches my face, before bringing his hand down to my chest and rubbing my torso through the silk shirt. "Dammit!" I mutter, tugging my cock hard. "I said I want to *feel* you, Mochrie!" His nod is slight. "Lets get out of the car." His words put a stop to my actions. "What? And do what? Stand beside the car and fuck?" He shakes his head. "Of course not. Lets go inside the lavatory." Turning to glance out the window, I take a skeptical look at the brick building and try to remember the last time I was at a truck stop like this. There's probably some little abandoned lobby with maps on the wall, a women's and men's restroom, a few vending machines…I turn to him again. "Okay. Sure." It's a difficult feat, but I tuck my angry hard-on back into my pants and nearly drag him from the car as we jog toward the little building. As we go, I notice there's only one other vehicle in the lot, and I am glad for this because right now, my need for him is greater than my need for air. I want nothing more than to be joined with him, and I don't want any interruptions. Once inside the bathroom, I shove him against the wall and crash my mouth to his, not bothering to check the stalls. Instead, I'm plunging my tongue into his mouth, grasping him firmly against me, ignoring his whimpers - or rather feeding off them. His hand is in my hair, the other bracing himself against the wall as he pulls away suddenly. "Inside a stall." He requests, breathlessly. "Someone's here." I take a second to listen and wonder how he heard those faint footfalls on pavement. The only sound I hear is the roaring of passion and the fast unsteady beating of my heart. But Colin is always the cautious one. Thank God for his practicalities. Pulling him inside a stall, I cradle his face in my large hands and study him. Seconds later, we hear footsteps enter the restroom, and I smile at him. There are voices; it sounds like a family, and I stare into his eyes, waiting. His lips curl into a grin and he stares back, reaching blindly with one hand to make sure I slid the lock into place. How odd this would look to a traveling bystander - or to someone's oblivious road-weary kid. The thought causes me to chuckle silently and he shakes his head, warning me not to. Within moments, the voices die down, the footsteps grow faint, and I bring my face in close again, keeping my lips inches from his. "I need you." I whisper. He nods. "Likewise." "Do I need to lubricate you?" He nods, again. "Please." I smirk. "Turn around." He obliges and I reach around the front of him to loosen his pants and slide them down his thighs. Standing, I glide my hands up along his firm milk-colored skin. He sighs at the touch and I press closer to him, resting my chin on his shoulder as I slide my hands inside his boxer briefs and toy with him a bit. "You've got a stiffy." I whisper playfully against his neck. He shudders lightly and brings a hand up to bury in my hair. "Well, you gave it to me." With my left hand, I moisten the fingers with my saliva and enter him slowly from the rear. He's tight but somehow accommodating, and his soft moan sends a jolt of electric straight to my erogenous zones. "I can't wait any longer, Col…" I warn, kissing his neck, shoulder, and ear. "…you want it?" "You have no idea." He whispers, and I poise myself at his entrance before plunging deep within him. Our collective groans as we press against the wall is harmonious, and without waiting I begin to thrust. "So good…" I whisper. "…Colin, you're so damned good." He nods but doesn't respond - instead, reaches for my hand and entwines our fingers while my free hand starts to stroke him rigid. His head is lying back against my shoulder, and I can marvel in the scent of him as I make love to him, slowly yet urgently - like a man long since deprived of his true love and trying to memorize the experience. He smells sweet - like gardenias and also a bit musky, like a real man. My cock throbs inside him at the thought. I want to hold onto it, but I don't know if I can. "Colin, I'm so close…" I murmur against him. "…Colin…I'm…God…yes, it's so good…" His soft whine makes me go over the precipice as I thrust once more, quite deeply, and lose myself in him, shuddering and squeezing him in my palm as he comes also… It is several minutes later before either of us can move, and I am reluctant to separate from him. "I love you, Col." I whisper against his shoulder. "God, I love you." I'm kissing his ear, his neck, up into his hairline when his phone rings, bringing us back to earth. With us still joined, he reaches for it and sighs. "I might need to take this." I nod and pull back just enough to slide from within him. We both groan at the loss of contact, but I stay against him, hands on his shoulders. "Who is it?" I ask. Without replying, he presses the answer function on his phone. "Hi Drew." He says, clearing his throat. "Yeah, I do like the present - thank you very much, although I don't know what I did to deserve it…" I can't hear Carey's voice, but I am listening intently to Colin's responses, trying to gauge the conversation. "Well…" He continues. "…I actually do like the color. It's quite fitting, and rather fast…I've been taking her out for a spin…" I kiss his shoulder, wrap my arms around his waist and hug him close as he speaks. "Yes - well. Thanks again. I'm still baffled, but yes. Okay. So, I'll see you tomorrow at taping? Yes. Um. Okay. I'll tell him if I see him." With those words, he turns to me, winking. "Okay. See you then, Drew." When he hangs up the phone, he turns around in my arms so we're face- to-face. "Drew wanted me to tell you not to be jealous of the car." I close my eyes and feign mock-envy. "What'd you do to deserve that car anyway? Am I to believe that he just gave it to you? Out of the blue?" Colin nods, bending to pull up his pants and fasten them. "Believe it or not, that's what *did* happen. He's a glutton for luxury." When we get out of the lavatory and head towards the parking lot again, we both pause to gape at the shining yellow Viper. "What are you going to do with a car like this?" I ask, resting a hand on his shoulder. "I mean, besides driving me to truck stops in the middle of the night." He turns to me, brown eyes twinkling in the twilight. "Exactly that, my love." I snort a laugh and walk side by side with him to the car. Drew and his eighty thousand dollar gifts. Fit for a King. Fit for Colin. END