Stay With Me Tonight
Title:Stay With Me Tonight
Author: Ally_pops
Pairing:Ryan/Colin
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1,437
Summary:
It was weird, being in the same room as last time.
Ryan Stiles- a man who didn’t believe in coincidence- was finding it hard to accept that he was in the same room as last time and it hadn’t been planned.
Visiting and performing in the same state, he could understand.
Playing in the same theatre, he could accept.
Even staying in the same hotel was comprehendible.
But the same room?
OK… so maybe Ryan could even come around to the "coincidental" fact that he was in the same room as the last time he visited Florida.
What Ryan couldn’t believe- was that Colin wasn’t here this time.
* * *
"Come on Ry!" Colin yelled playfully, waiting at the top of the stairs with his hands on his hips.
Ryan appeared, puffing and heaving two huge suitcases.
"Why couldn’t you carry one?" He joked.
"I’m the woman on this trip," Colin said delicately. "And the elevator is out of order!"
Ryan responded by narrowing his eyes. He gave the cases one more shove.
"Here!" He smiled.
"Uh- no, big guy." Colin looked on the verge of laughter. "We’re on the next floor up."
* * *
Ryan plonked his suitcase onto the chair in the corner. Luckily, it was much smaller than last time he had stayed here. He loosened his knotted tie and pulled it over his head, quickly undoing his shirt buttons. He threw his dirty shirt into the provided laundry basket. Padding over to the bathroom, Ryan caught a glimpse of himself in the floor length mirror. His beige trousers covered his legs, exaggerating just how long they were. His face was covered in dark stubble and his once brilliant eyes were now tired and dull. His old toned torso was now covered in a small rounded belly and his wiry arms had lost all their muscle.
Why am I such a mess? He thought sullenly. The answer was quite obvious, he mused- being left with no love in his life was not good for any man.
* * *
"I’m having a shower," Ryan announced. "I’m sweating like hell after dragging those bloody suitcases up."
"I’m sweating too." Colin said playfully, showing Ryan his perfectly dry underarms.
"Oh yes, how wet are they!" Ryan mocked.
"Well we can’t waste water now can we?" Colin said seriously.
"We’d best…. Share?" Ryan suggested, shrugging.
Colin nodded. "OK. Lets go."
The men undressed at top speed and ran into the bathroom.
"Ooh, look, complimentary soap!" Ryan cried.
Colin pulled him into the shower.
* * *
Ryan stood in the shower letting the freezing water trickle down his back. A red mark was appearing on his back from the water- but he couldn’t care less.
He felt sick- he remembered what he had been doing in this shower last time. This exact same shower. He bent down slowly to see if the mark was still there.
A small chip had been removed from one of the blue tiles. Ryan couldn’t help but smile- it had appeared that Colin was vicious during shower sex. His smile quickly faded as Colin entered his mind.
Ryan had had enough of showering. He squirted some shampoo into his hand and quickly rinsed his hair. Shivering, he stepped out and wrapped himself in his towel.
* * *
"There’s only one towel!" Colin chuckled. "What the hell?!"
Ryan, still shaking from the shower, took the towel and wrapped it around him. He invited Colin under.
They sat together on the bathroom floor, rubbing each other dry, talking about random things- but just enjoying the company.
"I’ve never had sex in a shower before," Ryan commented dryly.
"Me neither," Colin admitted. "Do you think anyone will notice the chip in that tile?"
"No!" Ryan laughed. "It’s small. Although- it must have taken a lot of force to crack it!"
Colin blushed. "I was having… a lot of pleasure."
Ryan winked. "I know."
-
"Nice PJ’s." Colin said sarcastically as Ryan entered the room wearing his old blue pyjamas. They were several inches too short for him in the leg, and the sleeves came up to his elbows.
"I feel rather sexy," he joked. "Let’s see yours then!"
Colin sat up under the covers of the bed. "I’m not wearing any."
* * *
Ryan pulled on his old blue pyjamas that were far too small for him. With a twinge of remorse he climbed into the spacious bed, not quite sure where to place himself. It was hard to find a place where Colin hadn’t ended up lying. Ryan chose the far left of the bed and pulled out a well thumbed book from his bag. He placed his circular glasses on the end of his nose, put the bedside lamp on and started to read.
* * *
Ryan rolled off Colin, panting. "Jesus…. Christ. I need a cigarette."
Colin climbed playfully on top of Ryan and straddled him. "You’re not tired, are you?"
Ryan shook his head and pulled Colin down into a deep kiss. Colin melted into Ryan’s strong arms, straining to flip Ryan over and have his own way.
"Easy now, boy. Calm down." Ryan murmured into his mouth. "We’ve got all weekend. One show, tomorrow night- that’s it."
"I don’t care! I want you… now…" Colin muttered.
Ryan ran his hands down Colin’s frame. "But I want this moment to last forever."
* * *
No matter how he tried, Ryan couldn’t sleep.
He felt ill.
He felt miserable.
He felt lonely.
And- and this sickened him the most- he felt erotic. He couldn’t stop picturing what had happened in this bed- it kept replaying over and over in his mind- and it was horrible! He could bet that Colin, who was in the room down the hallway, was not having the same thoughts.
The show tomorrow was going to be fraught with tension. Just like every other show had been for the last couple of months.
He sat up and flicked the light on. The clock read 2:15am. Ryan strode over and turned the TV on.
"What crap are we watching tonight?" he muttered to himself. He flicked through a late night news report, a cartoon, a movie and a repeat of some baseball game. He finally settled on the cartoon. God knows I need a laugh, he thought.
A soft, muffled knock came from the door. Ryan jumped… who wanted to see him at this time in the morning?
* * *
"2.15am." Colin laughed. "And I’m not tired."
He was sitting naked, cross-legged on the armchair in the corner. Ryan, also naked, was sat on the floor, stretched out. The mini bar had been ransacked and the room was filled with smoke.
"5 times." Ryan said proudly. "5 orgasms on the trot- must be some kind of record."
"Yeah," Colin agreed, stifling a laugh. "I do enjoy our sex."
Ryan nodded, giggling.
"I also enjoy our conversation."
"Good to know. I’m glad I’m not boring."
"Seriously- we’ve sat here for over an hour talking about nothing in particular- and I’m not bored in the slightest!"
"It’s because we’re friends- not just lovers. I know what you think every minute of every day."
Colin had to admit, Ryan did seem to be able to read his mind.
"OK… so what am I thinking now?"
"That …. Pigs can’t fly?"
Colin stared in amazement. "Yes! OK…. How about… now?"
"How much you want to screw me again?"
Colin jumped onto Ryan on the floor.
"On the floor? Really?"
Colin nodded.
"But there are nuts everywhere- we shouldn’t haven’t opened that packet. We were never going to eat them."
"Shut up," Colin said teasingly. "Nuts are great fun."
* * *
"Ry? It’s me…. Colin."
Ryan got up slowly and opened the hotel door. Colin stood the other side, with red eyes and his hair sticking out at angles.
"Nice PJ’s." He commented.
"Nice hair." Ryan returned.
Colin stood awkwardly against the door frame.
"Can I come in?"
"Why?"
"Oh come on Ryan- I know I was a jerk. Let me in."
Ryan reluctantly stepped aside. Colin strode in and made for the minibar. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and took a few gulps.
"Same room, huh?" He said, his voice husky.
Ryan nodded mutely.
"How the hell are you coping with sleeping in that bed? With showering in that shower? With eating those nuts?"
Ryan stayed quiet.
"I love you Ry."
Ryan’s eyes softened. "Really?"
Colin nodded.
Ryan strode over to Colin and kissed him full on the lips.
"Stay with me tonight?"