| Flashback: George & Colin Part I |
[Jan. 18th, 2004|02:00 am] |
Players, not pups. Note: This story takes place in the summer of 2003, when George and Colin were lovers. And this story took ages for Vix and I to tag, but I'm extremely pleased with how it turned out, so I hope you enjoy it. :)
Colin slowly pulls his jeans up, the material restricted in its movement as it crosses over his damp skin. The bathroom air is heavy with steam from the hot shower he just took, and after getting the material to his hips and zipped, he reaches a hand up to wipe away the condensation that has accumulated on the mirror.
He studies his reflection, debating whether or not he needs more work. His hair has gotten long enough now that if left unstyled or wet, it hangs in his eyes, but the gel he has in it should keep a good hold. With one last critical look, he turns to slide his shirt off of the hanger. It's a soft, black, button up and one of the few nice ones he owns.
With their schedules finally in synch, Colin and George should have the next two days alone together. With the way things are going for them right now, they need this. Colin checks the cuffs on the shirt before buttoning every button except for the top two and bottom two.
Sometimes he doesn't mind heading to George's room in his jeans and t-shirt, but after the rough day of training, cleaning up felt practically hedonistic. He'll go back to the 'just out of bed' look tomorrow; he doesn't want George thinking that his style is rubbing off on Colin after all, but tonight this feels like the right thing to do.
After dabbing a bit of cologne on his neck, he does one last check in the mirror. The leather cuffs and cross necklace are off tonight and despite feeling naked without them, he figures it'll be for the best because of what he has planned.
Flicking off the light switch as he leaves, Colin quickly crosses the main bedroom and enters the hallway. As he moves closer to George's door, he feels his nerves beginning to build. His fists clench and unclench while a heavy sense of dread settles in the pit of his stomach.
"Don't be such a pussy, Col", he thinks to himself as he comes to a stop.
He tilts his head and leans his ear to the door to see if George is still up. He hears nothing but a light is definitely on in there. "Probably working again..." he mutters with an eye roll and a grudging sense of respect.
Hesitating only slightly, his hand finally lifts and knocks against the wood. "Here we go..."
George sits at his laptop in his bedroom, scrolling through the latest draft of the Ocean's 12 script. They're still trying to work out when they can start shooting. Getting the cast back together means a lot of juggling. He rubs his eyes with his fingers. He's got so much work ahead of him. LA to Washington, Washington to LA, LA to Milan, Milan to Venice, Venice to Washington for eight weeks, then Washington to LA, LA to Rome... The next six months are going to be spent on airplanes. How can he do all that and still find time for love? And what does he need all that for when he's got someone to love him, anyway?
There are a hundred things he needs to make him complete, he knows that, but right now he just wants to cancel them all and spend some time alone with his guy, who he's seen so little of lately.
George sits back in his chair and runs a hand around the neck of his t-shirt as he yawns. He realizes he must look like a slob, sitting there in the same gray cotton t-shirt and baggy navy flannel shorts he'd worn to go shoot hoops in the yard. Maybe he's turning into Colin, he considers with a grin. Anna had bitched at him from the kitchen window, "Be sure you put those rags in the laundry. You will forget if I don't tell you". And he forgot anyway.
The room is so quiet. George realizes the CD has played out, and he's left the remote control on the bed. He stands and crosses barefoot towards the stereo, but stops at the window and looks up at the moon, surprisingly clear tonight, and bright. And at last he wonders why he's in his room working, when he could be enjoying the moonlight with... his guy.
There's a knock at the door. George turns and shouts out, "Yeah, come in." He leans back against the window frame, wondering if this is Anna come to yell at him some more.
Hearing the muffled shout, Colin reaches for the knob and opens the door. He smiles when his eyes fall on George, but he realizes he's definitely overdressed for this evening after getting his first look at the comfortable clothing on his lover. "Hey."
He closes the door behind him and leans back against the frame as he watches him. His eyes then dart around the room, looking for telltale signs that George is working and behind his back, his hand rests on the knob just in case he'll need to leave. "...I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
George looks Colin up and down with an undisguised smile. He doesn't recognize the shirt, but he likes it. He likes the way it hangs off his boyfriend's shoulders. He likes the way it's tailored to taper down the line of his body. He likes the way the black fabric looks against the tanned skin of his neck and face.
"You look amazing," he says, his mouth a little dry, the words coming out a little cracked. He remembers that there was a question, and clears his throat. "I was working, but I think I'm done. Are you going out somewhere, or... ?" He leaves the question unfinished; Are you going out, or can you stay here with me?
"Thanks," he feels his face grow a little hot at the compliment. He keeps himself near the door, not because he's nervous about seeing George but because he already knows what he's going to do tonight and part of him still wants to run screaming from the room.
He continues as he lifts a hand and runs it through his hair before rubbing the back of his neck, "I figured we'd stay in tonight, unless you want to go out... "Shut up, Colin. If you go out then you don't have to fuckin' worry about letting him...
He hurries on, "But if you want to get back to work, then I'll just go find something to keep me busy tonight, not a problem." Not liking that alternative, Colin decides that if George does indeed choose work, he will do every dirty trick he knows to change his mind.
George looks across to the laptop, humming its dull little siren song to the workaholic, with the latest draft of 12 sitting there half-read, and a little icon flashing in the corner telling him he has new e-mails to get through. He grits his teeth and knits his brow, and looks back to Colin. "There's a lot to do," he admits.
He can see from Colin's expression that he's a little on edge. There's a clear choice in front of him, and the way Colin looks, and the way Colin is looking at him, he knows that laptop hasn't got a chance in hell.
Of course, Colin doesn't know that.
With a weary sigh, George crosses back to the laptop.
"Work," Colin says simply at George's choice as he moves towards the laptop. A half smile graces his lips as he finally steps away from the door. "Now you know I admire your work ethic George, but surely you can fuckin' think of something better to...do."
Colin reaches the desk before he does and looks over the makeshift workstation. Forgetting everything about what's coming tonight, he instead focuses on making sure George won't be able to choose a fucking computer over him. His fingers hover over the keyboard as he looks for the switch before he finally shrugs and shuts the laptop.
He turns around and leans back against the desk with a very self-satisfied smile. "Out of sight, out of mind. That's what they say, right?"
George draws level with Colin and stands face to face with him, with maybe three inches of air between them, his eyes alight with mischief. His hand reaches past Colin towards the laptop, and he leans in towards Colin's ear at the same time. He whispers as he reaches for the little switch on the side of the laptop and plucks at it.
"You have to... hit the right button."
The laptop whirrs and goes quiet. George stays with his mouth at Colin's ear a moment longer, letting out a quiet chuckle that Colin can feel as air blowing on his skin. George brings his head back so he's nearly brow-to-brow with Colin.
"So... what was that about 'something better to do'?"
Colin laughs lightly, amused and relieved that the wariness seems to have eased somewhat between them. Now comes the fun part, to see who is going to take control for the night. Colin has his money on George, but he doesn't know that yet.
"Something better to do? Right, I did make that suggestion." His eyes glint with a challenge as he stares George down. "Well, it won't be me naturally... but we'll still have a fuckin' good time. That much I can promise."
George narrows his eyes as he tries to work out what Colin's game is tonight. "Won't be... ?" He decides not to push it, but his eyes flicker down to Colin's insolent grin, and he brings his left hand up to run a thumb along Colin's bottom lip. "Well, what are you in the mood for?" He leans in closer, so his chin is resting against the back of his thumb. "Grab some beers and catch a game?"
Colin bites down on his thumb. "Too obvious, don't you think?" He slides his hands to George's sides before slipping them under his t-shirt and slowly moving them up his chest, fingers splayed. "I was thinking of something a little more... demanding."
George pulls his thumb down to rest under Colin's chin and presses a slow and gentle kiss to his lips. When he's done, he suggests, "We could play badminton?"
The back of his hand glides down the curve of Colin's neck, and he runs his fingers along the ridge of Colin's breastbone. "Or squash?" He's trying to look earnest, but as he glances down to where his fingers are touching bare skin, the facade cracks and he grins from ear-to-ear. He looks Colin in the eye again, and in a low voice, confesses; "You look so damn good right now, I don't know if I even want to get you naked."
"See, that's going to be a problem, George. I came here for the fuckin' purpose of getting naked." Colin shrugs lightly before continuing, "At some point, I hope."
The warm pads of his fingers barely brush across George's nipples before he pulls his hands out from under his shirt. "I suppose I could go back to me room and get changed into something you'd like to rip off and burn. But..." He grips the edge of George's t-shirt and begins tugging it upwards. "I could just get you naked and then change into your clothes." He eyes the casual flannel shorts and cotton shirt with a grin. "It'd save me a trip down the hall at least."
George gently shakes his head. "I'm not letting you out of my sight." He undoes the first of the few buttons Colin has actually bothered to fasten, then makes his way down. "And neither one of us is getting dressed again tonight." He leans in and kisses Colin's neck, where his jaw line meets with the soft skin under his ear. He closes his eyes as he breathes in Colin's cologne, and murmurs, "Even if we have come dressed as each other."
"That's the best fuckin' idea you've had all night, George," Colin manages as he arches his neck to the side. Momentarily distracted, he shivers at the feather light press of lips just below his ear. He allows himself to relax, to be seduced, because he needs it tonight. His fingers clench and unclench around the hem of George's t-shirt before he finally has the presence of mind to pull back enough to get it up and over his head.
George lifts his arms to let Colin strip him of his t-shirt, then brings them down to grab the collar of Colin's shirt and slide it off over his shoulders. He takes a moment to admire his lover's body, pumped up by his Alexander training. George is at once stunned and smitten as he tries to imagine what he ever did to get so lucky. Then he notices something strange. He grabs hold of Colin's left wrist and lifts it to eye level, as if to inspect it.
"This is new," he says with a smile, locking eyes on Colin as he brings the bare wrist, stripped of its usual leather band, to meet his lips. "Anyone ever kiss you here before?" he asks, before kissing the wrist again. "Or am I exploring some virgin territory tonight?"
"What?" Colin weakly asks when the words virgin territory sink in. He eyes George warily; still pretty damn sure his pep talk out in the hall was inaudible. Realizing finally that George is completely clueless, the signs of control slowly reappear. The lazy grin is first, followed by the cocky gleam in his eye as he continues, "I'm afraid that's the only territory I have left, except for..." The smile widens and a challenge is clear in his expression as he trails off.
His eyes drop and roam over George's body as he debates if he should tell him now or surprise him later. Licking his bottom lip, he meets his gaze head on again. Decision made, the smile never falters as he speaks, "I think you should just stick to the wrist for tonight, George."
George knows Colin's playing with him, but he's suspicious, because he doesn't know what Colin has planned. On the other hand, he's getting an idea.
"Just the wrists?" he says, dragging the words out slowly. He grabs the front of Colin's jeans and pulls him up from the desk so they're pressed together. "That sounds like a one man game, Col." He presses his other hand to the small of Colin's back as if they're about to dance. "If you want my full attention, I think you're going to have to offer me a little more." The hand slides down, until George's middle finger touches on the very base of Colin's spine.
Barely managing not to tense up as the hand slides lower, Colin instead cocks his head and slowly rocks his hips against George's. He brings his face closer, their mouths almost touching as he replies, "I think you and I both know that I don't have to offer you a damn thing to keep your attention, George."
George shakes his head with a sigh, even while he finds himself contemplating those insolently smirking lips in front of him. "Well, if you're not going to offer," he says, bringing his hand gliding back up along Colin's spine to rest on his shoulder, "I guess I'm just going to have to take."
He pulls Colin in to a tight embrace, pressing their mouths together and running the tip of his tongue along the underside of Colin's own. With both arms now wrapped around Colin, one around his shoulders and one around his waist, he twists, turning Colin as if it were a Tango, and pushes him onto the bed. He comes down on top of him, pinning Colin's arms with his hands and offering him his best suave motherfucker smile.
"Nice," Colin bites out with an expression that completely contradicts what he says. He shifts under George, feeling their bodies press together even more acutely as he tries to find some breathing room. After getting as comfortable as he can under the circumstances, he flexes his arms to test George's grip. He could break the hold easily if he wanted to, but he figures there's no harm in letting George think he's won. For the moment at least. He relaxes into the grip and raises a brow as if daring George to keep this up. "You finished?"
Without loosening his grip on Colin's wrists, George places his knees on either side of Colin's waist and lets them take his weight. "Why?" He hovers, face over face, as if he's going to kiss him, then heads down to the crook of Colin's neck and blows a cool trail of breath down along the nape, between his pecs, then over his right nipple. "You think you're in any position to stop me?" He flicks the nipple with his tongue, then gently bites at it.
"Child's play..." Colin thinks to himself as George's teeth barely graze his nipple. He sighs audibly for show, trying to look as bored as he possibly can even as his hips roll up for more contact. His wrists are starting to ache as the pressure from George's fingers remains constant, but his smile widens anyway. "I'm humoring you, George. If I wanted to stop you, I can guaran-fuckin'-tee it would have happened by now."
George peers up over Colin's chest like a predator craning over a captured gazelle and smirks. With youth on his side, and with all the training he's been doing lately, sure, Colin probably could turn things around any time he wanted. But, thinks George, the reason he's still on top has nothing to do with Colin humoring him.
George brings his face back to meet Colin's. "Well, hell, if you can stop me any time you want to, I guess I should just find out what I can get away with before you want to." He lets go of Colin's wrists and slides his hands down along his arms, brushing his biceps, then drawing back, sliding down over his ribcage, trailing a finger in a lazy circle through his belly button, and grabbing hold of the button on his fly.
Colin laughs, ruffling his own hair with his newly freed hands before pillowing his head on them. He spreads his legs, as much as George's knees will allow, and shivers as his finger moves from his belly button to his fly. "Bleedin' Hell..." He lifts his head and watches George to see what he'll do next. It's his job to surprise him tonight after all. "If you were wanting me to stop you at some point, then you're about to make a huge fuckin' mistake."
George shakes his head with a wry smile. "You're probably right." He pops the button and eases the zipper down to discover there's nothing underneath but Colin, Colin and more Colin. The smile gets a little broader. He lifts himself enough to give Colin a little more room to move, and tugs the jeans down a couple of inches. "Turn over."
Colin sits up halfway and leans back on his elbows at that. Despite having his jeans down to his knees, he seems completely oblivious to everything George is doing and it shows on his face. "And what in all our time together makes you think I'd be fuckin' interested in doing that, George?" He lets that sit for a second before continuing, a firm look in place to match his voice, "How about you turn over and we'll go from there?"
George leans forward onto his knucles, then raises his right hand to brush against Colin's face. His eyebrows knit and he juts out his bottom lip in a pout. "Where do you get your crazy ideas from, Irish? Maybe I just wanted to give you a massage." The hand slides down Colin's chest, over his belly, and grabs hold of his cock. "Work a few of those muscles." He smirks, and his eyes flash wide.
Colin coughs to cover the startled gasp that wants to escape as George's fingers wrap around his dick. "That cocky little bastard..." Colin thinks to himself at the all-knowing smirk on George's face. Instead of ending the little game and turning over, he decides that he'll really have to work for it now. "Tell me I'm off me fuckin' nut," Colin replies conversationally. "But wouldn't it be easier for you to work those particular muscles if I stay nice and comfy on me back?"
"Hey now, you know I love you for more than just your dick." George presses his lips to Colin's, and gives his dick a gentle squeeze.
Colin returns the kiss, lips parting as the light grip George has on him tightens. He pulls his face out of reach after a moment, softening his eyes just enough to put George off.
"Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde," he says casually, realizing that his lover will have no idea what the fuck he is saying. Which is precisely the point.
Letting the confusion set in, Colin waits for the perfect moment to pounce. When it comes, he allows his lips to tip up in the corner but before George can react, he moves. His hands quickly grab George's wrists, only slowing to make sure he doesn't do any damage to his cock in the process. He jerks back, pulling George with him, before quickly shifting and bracing an arm against his neck as he rolls George underneath him.
Keeping his arm pressing slightly into his neck and the other clutching George's wrists together on his chest, he allows the grin to form, rather enjoying the flare of shock in George's eyes. "Not just me dick, hm?" He rocks forward as he speaks, causing his arm to press even harder into his neck for a brief moment. "I could argue with you, but there are other things I'd rather do tonight if you don't mind."
George gasps as he catches his breath. He was beginning to wonder what it would take to get Colin to fight back. For all the teasing he's done tonight, he doesn't think Colin's going to let himself get fucked, but if anything was going to happen, Colin would have to take the lead. The turnaround gives George confidence, and the manhandling just gets him even more turned on.
George slowly runs his tongue along his top lip. "I don't mind," he croaks, his voice gruff and strained under the pressure of Colin's arm. There's not much more he can say, and not a lot he can do, so he decides it's best to just submit, and hopefully find out what Colin really wants.
"I didn't think you would," Colin counters with a smirk. He cocks his head, pondering his next move as his eyes lower and focus on George's lips. He licks his own and leans down, causing his arm to press in hard enough to cut off his air.
"Hmm..." Colin says conversationally, pausing just above his lips while keeping the pressure constant; seemingly oblivious to the strain he's putting George under. "But I must admit I'm a little disappointed you gave up so easily." He moves his arm from George's neck and allows him to draw breath before closing his mouth over his.
George hungrily takes Colin into his mouth, gulping for more air as best he can. He lets out an involuntary moan of satisfaction. It feels good, but it could feel even better. He tests Colin's one-handed grip on his wrists. In this position, he figures Colin can't hope to hold on to him for long. He twists his wrists against each other and sure enough he's able to break free.
Neither one of them does anything to end the kiss at that point, but Colin grabs for and catches George's left wrist while George pulls his right hand free. He runs his hand up along the delta of Colin's spine, then runs his fingers into Colin's hair. He grabs the hair in a clump and pulls Colin's face away from his own.
"I'd rather fuck than fight," says George, his breathing hard, his expression suddenly intense. "Whatever it takes, Colin. Whatever you give me, I'll never have enough of you." He grits his teeth and fixes Colin's eyes with his own steely, earnest gaze. His hand slides down to rest on Colin's neck, and his fingers slide up and down against his skin, a gesture meant as reassurance.
Colin freezes, his eyes locked on George's as the words sink in. Without comment, he slowly sits back on his haunches and continues regarding him with the same slightly perplexed look. The internal battle is still waging and he isn't sure what he should or can do here. He could back out of it now, puss out on himself, and just fuck George. As usual.
Or...
Colin could give in.
Decision made, he nods once. Then again. His fingers dig into the hem of his jeans hanging low on his thighs, showing the only outward sign of nerves. "Okay," he says thickly. "No more fighting." Eyes still on George's, he hesitates briefly before he speaks again, his voice softer and hoarser than usual. "I want you to fuck me."
Continued in Part II |
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