PDA
Author: ipywp
Title: PDA
Pairings: Colin/Ryan
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own, et cetera.
Summary: Colin just wants to relax and make the most of a rainy day, but Ryan has other ideas.
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It was what woke Colin up this morning – an intrusive and constant drumming on his bedroom window, with a faint howling of wind to accompany it. When he pulled himself upright to peer outside from behind the curtains, the only thing he could see at first was a blanket of rain; rubbing his eyes and squinting revealed the blurred colours of his neighbours’ houses behind it. Had there been a tree in sight, Colin was sure that he would have eventually spotted it lying battered and bruised on the ground.
A miserable day, indeed. But Colin looked upon it as a blessing; at the very least, it would provide some temporary but very welcome relief from the smothering heat he and the rest of the city had been experiencing as of late. He wasn’t built for heat, least of all the smothering variety. But this rainy, windy, downright revolting weather, it also gave him a valuable excuse to spend his day indoors. No trailing with Brad around more shops as he tried to find the perfect birthday present for his girlfriend, no venturing out to a supermarket to buy much needed groceries.
And damn it all if Colin wasn’t going to make the absolute most of this opportunity. He’d dressed in warm, hideous clothes that were so comfortable it should have been illegal. He’s spent his morning making a mess of his kitchen as he taught himself how to make almond, walnut and orange cakes. And so far, he has spent his afternoon curled up on his couch with a dog-eared novel and a mug of hot chocolate.
He’s just getting to the part where Radford is about the enter the disused underground bunker in his search for the abducted Jill when someone starts hammering on his front door.
Startled, he checks his watch. Four seventeen. And the rain still hasn’t let up even slightly since this morning. Whoever’s out there must be soaked, or cold at the very least, unless they drove here and parked right outside his house. Which begs the question, who in the world would want to pay him a visit on a dreary day like today without so much as a phone call beforehand to let him know?
He can’t think of anybody who would want to go out just to see him in such weather. However, if anybody were going to, he can only think of one person who wouldn’t call first.
And that person cannot go ignored; not that Colin would ever ignore someone knocking on his front door.
He stuffs an old receipt in his book to mark his place and hurriedly gets up to answer the incessant knocking. The person who he’s fairly sure now is outside, he’d expect an answer even if Colin was lying on his deathbed. What he’s doing here Colin has no idea, and he almost thinks that he doesn’t want to know. He prefers things when they’re planned ahead, and has never been a particular fan of spur of the moment activities. Sooner or later, though, his curiosity would have triumphed over his love of organisation, so he figures that it’s probably best to get this visit over with as quickly as possible, whatever it happens to be for.
When he takes the chain off its latch and swings the door open, he isn’t even mildly surprised to see Ryan Stiles standing in front of him, his fist poised in the air, ready to keep thumping away and demanding acknowledgement. However, he has to admit that he is a little surprised to see only his own car in the driveway; obviously Ryan got here by some other method, and it shows in the way he looks like nothing less than a drowned rat. His clothes are soaked, clinging to every inch of him and they, along with his hair, are several shades darker from all the water they’ve collected. He’s dripping all over Colin’s fairly dry porch, and Colin’s reluctant to let him in just so that he can drip all over the house as well.
He’s also fairly tempted to demand that Ryan strip naked right then and there. To stop him catching any illnesses, obviously. Colin is able to ignore the fact that he looks particularly irresistible like this, drops of water disappearing beneath the folds of his collar, the white t-shirt under his short having turned close to see-through, a manic grin stretching lazily across his face.
Actually, when Colin thinks about it, the manic grin is probably very bad news, and it would probably also be in his best interests to distract Ryan from whatever it is that he’s planning as soon as he can.
He’s just thinking that he should get Ryan into the house and out of those clothes when Ryan’s wet hand clamps down around his wrist. He’s not so overcome by surprise that he doesn’t realise he ought to pull away, in the interest of his health, but Ryan’s too fast for him. Colin finds himself pulled out of the door, through the porch and into the garden where the rain is heavy and chilling. Within seconds his garish clothes are sticking uncomfortably to his body, what remains of his hair feels like it’s been glued to his head, and he’s ready to demand an explanation from Ryan. Apart from anything else, his front door is still wide open and all the warm air he’s been letting build up throughout the day will be escaping.
But Ryan doesn’t give him a chance; he chases Colin into the garden, apparently caring little to none about the rain, and tackles him to the ground. Colin lands on his side with a soft ‘oof’ and wants to roll onto his back, if only because having the side of his face pressed into the muddy, soggy lawn isn’t the most pleasant thing he’s ever experienced, but with Ryan atop him this is difficult to achieve.
And somehow, despite being soaked to the bone, Ryan’s body is so warm and oddly comforting above him, so much so that he is reluctant to shove him away and retreat to his house where it’s dry. Colin’s willing to bet that Ryan already know he would be. That’s why he doesn’t use his hand to keep Colin distracted as he leans forward to lay slippery kisses up his neck and along his jaw line.
Reluctant to forcefully remove him Colin may be, but Colin is also exceptionally good at staying in control, at keeping his focus on the right things, and he turns his head away when Ryan’s lips try to make contact with his.
“Ryan,” he grinds out, hoping that Ryan can actually hear him over the weather. “The neighbours…”
It’s the only thing Colin can think of that might persuade Ryan to let up on his assault. It’s always been difficult to stop him once he gets started.
“The neighbours can go to hell,” Ryan mouths against his chin, temporarily extinguishing any hope Colin has of moving this to someplace more private. “Haven’t seen you for so long. Need you now.”
Ryan then resumes kissing his neck, moving back down, slipping his hands underneath Colin’s blue and red sweater to familiarise himself again with the skin it’s covering. Colin isn’t intending to give in that easily – he has some rather nosy neighbours, and if he can wait a little bit longer, Ryan can too – and his hands push at Ryan’s shoulders in a futile attempt to put some distance between the two of them. “Inside.”
But Ryan isn’t having any of it, and Colin hopes that they aren’t engaging in a battle of wills, because that could last for far too long. He bites down on his lower lip to stop any sound escaping when one of Ryan’s hands comes up to toy with a nipple while the other moves down to tease at the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms.
“But I love kissing you in the rain. This is a great opportunity.”
Maybe if Colin were someone else, he would have been won over by now. He might have been swept away in this moment of passion and found himself caring for little other than the wonderful man keeping him pinned to the ground. But Colin isn’t anybody else. He is very much aware that the consequences of any of his neighbours seeing them in this position could be dire. He is also very much aware that if they stay out here for much longer, one or both of them could get quite sick; and that he’s not just lying on the floor, but he’s lying in a sloppy, muddy mess that he likes to call a lawn but only when it’s dry.
Being in control of himself as he is, nothing can or will deter Colin from his goal of getting them into the house. “I’m not having sex with you in the middle of the street, Ry.”
Then Ryan sticks his hand inside Colin’s pants, all the rainwater serving as ample and delightful lubrication, and Colin has to swallow a groan. It’s a good thing he knows how to keep himself fully aware of his situation, or he would be too far gone by now to care about the things that need caring about. Like health and privacy. Ryan kisses him properly while he’s distracted enough by the contact to forget to turn his head away. “Who said anything about sex?” He grins when he pulls back, pretending not to have thought anything of the sort, and right now Colin thinks him a very poor actor. “But, now that you mention it, it sounds like a brilliant idea.”
Colin has the presence of mind to reach down, grab Ryan’s wrist and yank his hand out of his pants. Now he can think a little more clearly, and pay more attention to the rain hitting him in the face. “Not here. I’m serious. Apart from anything else, some vital parts of my anatomy are beginning to feel numb.”
Ryan laughs, low and throaty, into Colin’s neck, and Colin thinks that to feel his warm breath against his own cold, wet skin is a strange but in no way unpleasant sensation. Then he says, “Fine, ok. You win.”
He lifts himself to his feet, extending his hand to help Colin do the same. They must make an unusual sight; two fully grown men standing out in a stormy gale, dishevelled and soaking wet and elbow deep in mud.
Colin, he thinks that this is far too easy. It isn’t at all like Ryan to give in so quickly, especially if Colin’s trying to persuade him away from something he wants. Judging by his dilated pupils and an obvious bulge in his jeans – he wonders how painful that must be – Colin would think it safe to assume that Ryan wants this very much. There has to be a catch somewhere, surely? Ryan must have thought of something else he wants that he can get out of this.
When Ryan pulls him into his arms for a tight hug, Colin returns it. This is ok, this is safe for the neighbours’ viewing. Hugging can easily be explained, unlike all the previous kissing and groping. Then Ryan’s lips, they brush along the shell of his ear, making Colin shudder. “One condition.”
Didn’t Colin know it? It’s always the same way with Ryan; he’s never content to go without, not if it can be prevented. So Colin hugs him closer and whispers, “Go on.”
For a moment, Ryan says nothing, apparently happy to enjoy this simple contact for a while, but before long he pulls back and holds Colin at arm’s length, his eyes smouldering. “When we go inside, I get to have my way with you. Any way I want.”
He says it with such certainty, knowing that Colin won’t refuse him. And even if he was unsure, the desire in is voice would say it all. Colin reaches up, stroking a thumb across Ryan’s wet cheek, revelling as he always does in the feel of his skin and in the way Ryan automatically leans into his touch. “Any way you want,” he says. “I’ve missed you too, you know.”