After his shift ended, he began the short walk to the apartment complex where he lived. To his surprise, Ronald was walking right beside him!
"Well, looks like we're headed in the same direction," commented Ronald.
"I'm heading for that dark brick building on the next block," Collin said.
"Same here! What floor you on? Fourth for me."
"Me too!"
Collin couldn't believe his luck when an exchange of apartment numbers revealed them to be next door neighbors!
"Come to think of it, I might have seen you moving in," Ronald remarked.
"My first place all to myself; I got stuck with a roommate in the dorms at the academy," sighed Collin. "Not that Thomas wasn't fun, but it's hard to have any sort of love life when you're sharing a room."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. No girl wants to hang out in a place whether another guy might walk in at any minute and interrupt you."
It was then that Collin got a brilliant idea. Maybe he didn't have to wait for the party after all!
"Say, wanna come over for a drink or two, get to know each other a bit?" Collin asked. "I got some great blackberry wine; proper shinigami vintage, not that weak human stuff."
"Bit of a sophisticate, are we?" Ronald teased.
"I'd like to think so. I appreciate the finer things in life."
Ronald found his stomach doing an odd series of flip-flops as Collin gave him a look that added, And you're one of them.
Somehow, despite a bit of trepidation, Ronald found himself accepting the invitation and they were soon at the door to Collin's apartment.
"Do come in," Collin said, a hand resting on Ronald's lower back to guide him inside.
The intimacy of the gesture should have had Ronald running for the hills, especially once Ronald realized Collin's hand wasn't that far above his ass, but something had him inexplicably curious about the younger reaper. There was something vulnerable there behind the confident-seeming person who'd been laughing with Grell earlier.
The apartment was beautifully furnished in warm, rich woods and fine art. It seemed to belong to someone older and more mature than a recent academy graduate. Collin noted the impressed expression on Ronald's face.
"Wow, this is a nice place!" Ronald said.
"Thank you," Collin replied graciously, fetching a bottle of the promised wine and two wineglasses from a sideboard. "It's not very big- I know our units have the same floor plan- but it's spacious enough for me. Do sit down, Ronald-sempai."
Ronald took a seat on a burgundy overstuffed sofa.
"You can just call me Ronald when we're not in front of others like at work," Ronald said.
"Thank you, Ronald," Collin responded, still sounding warm but formal.
He thumbed a remote and soft classical music began to play from discreetly hidden speakers as he poured. He began to hum along softly while removing his suit jacket and tie and casually discarding them on the floor. For a moment, Ronald imagined Collin removing his nicely pressed white shirt and tossing it aside just as nonchalantly, but that didn't happen.
Did I want that to happen? Ronald asked himself. What's wrong with me?
"Go ahead, relax," Collin encouraged, placing a glass in front of Ronald on the coffee table, then sitting down with his own glass in hand.
Ronald took a sip of the wine and was surprised at the instant warmth that flooded his body. Despite it not being hard liquor, this was some heady stuff! Collin took a sip of his own glass, and, upon seeing the surprise on Ronald's face, began to giggle.
"Oh, Ronald, I should have warned you!" Collin laughed. "This stuff…wow!"
The giggle rather put Ronald in mind of Grell. Perhaps Collin had already picked up some of the redhead's mannerisms from being around him nearly all day? Ronald took a second sip and felt even more relaxed. After several more, he found himself leaning forward and, taking Collin's chin gently in one hand, began to kiss him!
"Mmm," Collin moaned.
Collin's lips felt so good on his own. He felt Collin's hands on his shoulders, removing his jacket, then at his neck removing his tie, and then at his chest unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off of him. He fumbled at the buttons of Collin's shirt and was sure he popped a few off in his haste to undress the gray-eyed reaper.
"Ooh, Ronald!," Collin purred, pulling Ronald down on top of him on the couch.
Ronald hardened at the lust in Collin's voice. Collin wrapped his legs around Ronald just about his ass and began to grind upwards against the other blond.
"Ahh, Collin," Ronald found himself sighing as the rest of his clothing was somehow removed.
"Just wait a bit," Collin said, walking into another room.
He returned in a moment with a small black tube and set it on the coffee table, then slowly and tantalizingly removed his own pants and underwear.
"You're so big, Ronald!" Collin exclaimed, reaching out a hand and beginning to stroke Ronald's hard-on as he sat down.
"What do I, umm, do?" Ronald asked, feeling slightly stupid.
Collin chuckled.
"I'm sure that you've 'taken care of yourself' at some point- think of what feels good to you or what you like women to do to you and do the same to me," he suggested.
In a sort of mental fog, Ronald tentatively leaned in and began to gently suck at one of Collin's nipples.
"Yes, Ronald, like that," Collin encouraged. "Pinch and roll the other one gently with your fingers."
When Ronald did as directed, he was rewarded with a squeal from his would-be lover.
"Feels good?" he asked Collin, seeking reassurance that he was doing things correctly.
"Very good," Collin assured him.
Suddenly, urgently, Ronald felt the need to do more.
"I need to put my cock…somewhere," he finished lamely, unsure of where this was coming from.
"In me," Collin said. "Just make yourself nice and wet with the lube and you'll slide right in; I'm no virgin. But don't worry; I'm tight enough to give you plenty of pleasure."
So saying, Collin got on his hands and knees facing away from Ronald and lifted his ass in the air. Once again, Ronald did as he was told. He positioned himself at Collin's entrance and slowly, slowly slid inside until he was fully sheathed. It felt…different but good
"Ohhh," he groaned.
"Yesss, just like that," Collin praised.
Ronald began to thrust, feeling Collin lightly squeeze his cock with his hole each time he came forward again.
"Yes, yes, yes!" he found himself crying, wrapping a hand around Collin's cock and stroking in time with his thrusts.
"Let go, cum for me!" Collin begged, looking pleadingly over one shoulder at Ronald.
It didn't take long; a few minutes later Ronald screamed, "Collin!" as he came hard.
God, had it ever been this good with a woman? Collin came soon after, making a sticky mess on the pristine fabric of the couch in front of him.
"Haah, haah," Ronald panted hard as he and Collin collapsed in a tangle of limbs.
A glance at a nearby clock revealed it to be nearly eleven at night- how had so much time passed? Had they seriously fucked for hours? Ronald felt confused and suddenly tired. With a wet slurping sound, he pulled out of Collin.
"Poor thing," Collin cooed, "I wore you all out. Let's go to bed."
He took Ronald by the hand, helped him up, and led him to the bedroom. The bed was as lavish as the rest of the place, with sheets of deep red embroidered with a metallic gold thread. He pulled back the sheets and got in, patting the bed to encourage Ronald to get in beside him. For some reason, Ronald felt like cuddling, and the two drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
Author note: Whaa! What just happened, and why did Ronald act so weird? Keep reading to find out!