3. Bryan

It wasn't Sue that turned him on.

The duet with Will, well, it made him feel more like a gunslinger than a singer. It got his engines revving in more ways than one. And Sue Sylvester was there, and she had this vibe that told him that she wouldn't mind it a little rough.

It wasn't cheating on Wilma as such. It was more about relieving the tension.

It had always been like this with Will.

Bryan liked to think of himself as a little mischievous. A maverick. Just bad enough so as not to be boring. And yes, he'd tease people. He was no goody-goody. In fact, do-gooders often brought out the worst in him.

Sometimes he could see himself, being mean, but he couldn't seem to stop.

Being in the limelight, being the centre of attention, it was kind of all he lived for. Be it good or bad attention. When he'd had a brief taste of that, he'd wanted more. Drugs had blotted out the hollow ache of failure.

Other things too. Sex, and not always of the vanilla kind. As a performer, as an actor, you had to be a little flexible in your sexuality. As an addict, even more.

The things he'd done. He wasn't proud.

But that was all before he'd met Wilma, and he's gotten beyond that. So, so far beyond.

But now here was Will Schuester, dragging Ryan back, full circle, to a time before the drugs, before he lost himself, before he gave up his dignity, his hope, his soul. Here was Will, prodding the tiger.

And here he was, Bryan Ryan, and all he wanted to do was roar.

The next night, they found themselves back at the bar, downing beer then shots like there was no tomorrow.

"You've got so much talent," Will said, wiping his mouth with a hiccup. "It's a little scary."

Will always did that - gave him that starry-eyed look, got a little too far into his personal space. They were both drunk enough to be numb to convention, but not drunk enough to miss the unresolved tension between them. It was palpable; the air crackled with it.

There was an elephant in the bar, and it had Will's lips, his eyes, his goofy smile.

Bryan Ryan had done many things he wasn't proud of. But leaning forward and digging his fingers into Will's hair, pulling his mouth towards him for a hungry, angry kiss, that probably topped everything else. Some part of him was aware of what he was risking - a friendship renewed, a hope rekindled, but he couldn't help himself.

Maybe he was more damaged than even he knew.

Will jerked away, almost violently. Not far away, just breaking the kiss really. "What the-?" He choked, knocking his elbow into his glass of scotch. But there was more confusion in his eyes than outrage, and even a tale-tell spark of lust.

Or was the that drink talking?

"What the hell are you doing?" Will demanded, his voice shaking. Bryan could feel the weight of Will's hand on his shoulder, his warm breath on his cheek and he reached out, running the back of his hand across Will's knee.

"I'm kissing you, you idiot," Bryan said, and did it again. Firmly, deliberately, giving no quarter.

This time, Will didn't pull away.

Bryan pressed his luck for as long as he felt he could get away with, until he heard a rumbled comment from the old guy nursing his G&T at the end of the bar. Then he broke the kiss, panting slightly. "I've wanted to do that for years," he said gruffly.

"Really?" Will asked, this time pulling right away from him and absently wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The other man laughed nervously.

"Duh." Bryan said with a sarcastic grin. "So, Schuester. You, me? Your place?"

Will stuttered, swallowed the last of his scotch, and looked like he was thinking it over.

"Seriously?" Bryan hissed with irritation. "You're gonna turn me down?"

Will shook his head. Bryan decided to take that as a green light.

*-*-*

Will's place was much like Bryan imagined - full of feminine touches, presumably from his ex-wife, but also with a touch of bachelor chaos. He followed Will inside the apartment with a smirk, grabbing him from behind and digging his fingers into his waist.

Will wrenched himself around in his grip, all hostility and focus - hot and determined. When Will leaned in, the kiss was hard and open-mouthed. Now they were standing, Bryan could feel the weight and strength of his body, the flex of bicep beneath his fingers. Their teeth clashed in the battle for dominance, and when they came up for air, it was by no means certain who the winner was.

So Bryan slid his fingers carefully under Will's vest, sliding it off his shoulders. It would take Will longer to negotiate his jacket than it was for Bryan to get under the cotton of his tshirt, but Will was playing dirty, pulling their hips flush together do that Bryan was suddenly conscious of the swell of denim pressing against his groin. With a grunt of impatience, Will yanked the jacket down his back, tangling Bryan's arms behind him as Will's mouth crashed into his again, hot, wet and hungry.

Somehow zippers were yanked down and pieces of clothing fell to the floor. There was the occasional ripping sound which Bryan ignored as best he could.

He ached, helplessly, from balls to brain. He needed this, viscerally, with a passion that he hadn't felt outside of the stage. Will pushed him up against the wall and held him there, lips fastening on his throat and sucking at the flesh while Bryan fumbled between them, finding and gripping their twin erections. That got Will's attention and the other man looked up at him, startled, running his thumb across Bryan's neck.

"Did you just give me a hickey?" Bryan laughed out loud, then looked down between them, both hands moving, fast then slow, varying pressure and friction until Will's eyes were saucer wide.

"Jesus!" The word exploded from Will's lips but Bryan knew that neither of them were quite there yet. He could see Will grit his teeth, work his jaw - even now it was still a competition.

Maybe neither of them would win? Maybe a tie was good enough.

And then something caught inside him, something that made him come, fast and hard, and a curse was ready in his throat when he felt the twin pulse and the warm sticky mess cover his hand and belly.

He grinned as he pulled away.

"So, you're really not gonna cut Glee club?" Will asked, looking more than a little stunned.

"Of course not. I promise." Bryan said earnestly. And he was surprised to discover that he meant it.