This chapter's not at all connected to the previous one, just wanted to write a fluffy one from Colin's perspective.

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Tory and I spent the day separately, which is rare for us, on a Saturday when I'm in town. I don't even know why. It just happened. It's not important. Then we made plans to spend the night together, under the guise of a sleepover. What, did you think there was something wrong with me and Tory? No, of course not. I told you, the fact that we spent time not together isn't important, even if it doesn't happen often. Moments away from Tory don't matter to me. I don't dwell on them.

Any way, I slept. I've been needing to catch up on that. Maybe that's why we didn't spend the day together. Oh well. I'm well rested so that we can stay up all night, and it's not like either of us doesn't enjoy sex enough that we practically crave it. So that's good, you know, that I'm completely caught up on sleep.

Tory spent the day in the park, because Paul has finals, and without me around, Paul's really the only thing that can keep him amused, with their videogames. I like that most all of Tory's life is dedicated to me. Any way, without even Paul there to entertain him, Tory ended up in the park, because one can only spend so many hours playing videogames by oneself before finding oneself driven outdoors for some natural light and air. You are now caught up on the day's events. It's seven at night.

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Tory and I are in my apartment. I'm lying on my bed, and Tory is on the floor with two cats in his lap. It's…I can't really describe how good it feels to have my cats all love Tory. It keeps me from doubting even in the slightest that Tory's meant for me. I'm half paying attention to what Tory is saying, and half trying to remember where we left our lube, because last time we were interrupted by the doctor coming upstairs while I was giving Tory head with anal stimulation, and we had had to frantically stop, and the lube had ended up…somewhere. The doctor's not home today.

"I was talking to a little girl in the park who was braiding crowns and necklaces for herself out of grass, and I asked how to make a ring. It took me a ton of tries, but I guess it turned out okay, and I thought you'd like it," Tory is saying to me, holding out the little circle of braided grass that he had made, with two strands green and one strand yellow.

Suddenly I come all back to myself, sitting up, concentrating on Tory. He holds it out, and I try it on, finding that it fits perfectly on my ring finger, a promise ring.

"…" I look at it for a moment, then stare up at Tory wordlessly. Suddenly I crawl off and yank Tory up, ignoring my complaining cats, and glomp my boyfriend onto the bed, pushing him down with my body and connecting our mouths for a passionate, almost desperate kiss. I taste him liberally, reaching down and sliding his shirt up. Then I break away and kiss at his chest, covering his mouth with one hand as he tries to formulate a question.

"I wanna do everything. Just lay back," I whisper huskily, not in the mood to talk about it, and Tory's eyes widen at the emotion in there. He smiles, I can feel it under my fingers. He probably knows that I'm so happy I'm about to cry. Shit, it's just a grass ring, he had probably thought that I would either laugh at him or think it was a cute gesture. He hadn't really expected it to make this much of an impact...I don't even know why it does. It just…does.

I lay on Tory, arms hugging the bigger male's waist, pressing desperate kisses into his stomach and rubbing my chest against the swelling cock through Tory's boxers and jeans.

He bends his neck forward and kisses my hair, a habit of his. He seems to like doing that a lot. "I still claim it within my rights to kiss every part of you that's within reach," he says to me, and I smile, leaning up for a chaste kiss. Then I continue what I was doing, and move an arm to massage Tory's crotch. He lets out a moan as I rub at his rapidly growing erection, and I shift to kiss and lick at one of his nipples.

Tory turns his head, keeping his "rights" and pressing kisses to my bicep. I then bring my other hand down to pinch at his wetted nipple and shift my mouth to the neglected one. I don't stay long at his nipple with my hand, moving it to rub circles into his stomach, and then suddenly yank back entirely, getting off the bed.

"Eh?" Tory voices, confused, and I simply respond "lube," as a flash of insight brought on by necessity causes me to remember where I had stashed the lube on the little shelf underneath my desk as I had scrambled to look as if I was studying. I crawl underneath to grab it, feeling Tory's appreciative gaze on my ass and hearing rustling sounds as he takes advantage of the pause to divest himself of clothing.

When I get up I set the lube on the bed and perfunctorily strip naked, already most of the way hard myself. I look at Tory's cock, standing at full mast, and lick my lips, picking up the lube and crawling on the bed between his legs.

Uncapping the lubrication, I hold Tory's shaft straight up with one hand and carefully pour lube on the tip, watching it run down. Setting the lube on the desk by the bed, I bend and lick a little off with the tip of my tongue, shivering in pleasure at the spicy cinnamon flavor, and then shape my mouth into an 'O', sliding up and down Tory's shaft a few times in order to spread the lube evenly. Then I let go, not wasting any time, licking the hot lube off my lips and smiling at his panting as I straddle his lap, holding his cock underneath me and pressing the tip to my hole.

"Shit, wait, Colin, we need to prep you," Tory says, his eyes widening, but I just shake my head.

"Don't want it," I say, starting to lower myself, and he lifts his hands to my hips in order to help guide me down. No. I support myself with my knees, slapping his hands and then pulling them up to my mouth for a kiss to each. Then I press them back into the mattress at his sides. He gets the point.

I hold him again and slide him into me a little faster than we usually do it, going straight down to the base without pausing. He looks at me in concern, but I just smile at him, taking deep breaths and relishing the feeling of his throbbing cock inside of me as well as the delicious lube-enhanced heat.

I glance down, seeing his hands fisted at his sides as he tries not to move them to wrap me in a hug. I smile apologetically. "Hold me."

He grins back and does so, and I wrap my arms around his neck, sighing into him. He slides a hand up to cup my cheek, and we share a soft, lingering kiss, then another, and another, growing quickly in passion. I start to rock on his lap, sliding my arms back to clutch at his shoulders for leverage and shifting so that I can use my knees to aid my movements, before I start raising and lowering my hips, riding slowly at first. I give Tory a look, and he drops his hands to his sides again, compensating by leaning in and kissing my temple, my cheek, my jaw, my neck. I smile a moment, then crane my head back a little so that he knows I'm going to move faster.

I start working up a rhythm, moving faster as quickly as I can, trying to get to the force that Tory usually uses on me, the way I love it. Very soon I'm slamming my hips down full force, impaling myself deliciously on his rock hard shaft, the both of us releasing moans and gasps of pleasure. But I can't get enough speed, gravity my enemy. Suddenly, Tory wraps his arms around me and slides his hips down so that he's lying more than leaning against the headboard, pulling me with him so that I can move faster and more easily.

The new position is stabbing Tory's hot cock into my prostate every time I slide down on him, and I gasp loudly, feeling myself getting closer to the edge rapidly. My eyes fly up to meet Tory's, and the depth of the emotion that I see in those beautiful green orbs as well as the brilliant smile on his face has the red-hot ember in the pit of my stomach rapidly uncoiling and speeding to my loins. He always knows what I want, what I need…

For the first time in my life, I come without being touched.

"TORY!" I scream, flinging my arms around his neck and clutching myself tightly to his chest, feeling my cum splashing between us. He tenses underneath me, moaning my name as well, emptying himself deep inside of me and holding himself there the way I like him to, knowing that I want to absorb his essence.

I gasp for breath, clinging to him like a lifeline. Letting out a choked sob, I revel in the way he explodes all of my emotions out of me at once and at the same time grounds me and keeps me feeling safe. I need him like I need the air I breathe. Sighing, sated, I relax into him, shifting my legs so that I'm lying on him without sliding off of his softening penis. I lean up and tilt my head, kissing him chastely.

He cups my cheek again, and I lift my own hand to hold his to my face, rubbing my cheek lightly against his palm. He holds my gaze, leaning down for another kiss, eyes open. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" He whispers, and I start to tear up, blinking them back and squeezing his hand to my cheek. I love it every time he tells me those words.

"I love you too," I murmur. I feel a tiny burn where an edge of the grass that wasn't folded properly inward has given me a shallow papercut, but I don't care and I don't take it off. I love my ring. I love Tory.

Tory is…Tory is Tory. And he's amazing sometimes. I wonder what I did to end up this lucky, to end up across the street from the one person out of the six point six billion on this planet who is nice and funny and interesting and smart and can actually keep my attention (that's an understatement, I think about him constantly) and is all around perfect and on top of that actually cares about me. Are most people this lucky? No. Because they're pissed off at their lives. They always have something to complain about. Not me. I'm content.

I sigh, and Tory looks at me. I just shake my head and lean up to kiss him again. Why me? Not that I'm complaining.

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Aaah, I was trying so damned hard to write him more in character! Did I do an okay job?