wl_fanfiction | Making the Family Skeleton Dance

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Title: Making The Family Skeleton Dance
Authour:

krzcowzgomoo and

ryanmochrie
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway?
Pairing: Ryan Stiles/Colin Mochrie
Rating: R
Summary: It was easy to convince them they were, but harder to convince themselves they weren't.

"Don't worry Ronnie. We got together after the divorce." Ryan said, hiding his own panic with reassurance. Ronnie mimed relief, and Ryan tried his best to ignore his brother. "It only been a few months."

Colin caught on that it was his turn to pick up where Ryan had left off, "Ryan called me one night because he was lonely," Colin began, but was cut off.

"You're exaggerating! I wasn't lonely!" Ryan said.

"Do you want me to continue, or are you going to tell the story yourself?" Colin gave Ryan a look.

"Okay then, so he called me. I went over to his place, and just so you know this isn't the most elegant story."

"Yeah, yeah, get on with it!" Conner nudged him, and Colin looked over at Ryan.

Ryan shrugged. It was his turn, so he continued. "Well, long story short, we got drunk, and Colin passed out half-naked in my bed, and the next morning we, well, ended up making out."

Colin even chuckled along with the rest of the group. It was so very blunt, so very Ryan. This made Colin feel warm inside, but he wasn't sure why.

"Well, you did say it lacked elegance..." Regina mumbled, fiddling with the notebook that seemed to magically appear in her hand.

"Reg! Can you go ten minutes without writing something down in that notebook!?" Conner said, a little exasperated.

"It's music this time, Mom, easy. It's harder to remember notes than words, so I had to write it now." The young woman held up her hands in mock surrender, much like her mother had done earlier in the night.

As time passed Colin grew more and more comfortable in Ryan's arms. It was as if he'd always been meant to lie in the younger man's arms like that. Every curve was filled by each other.

"We're going to head up now," Ryan said, interrupting Colin's thoughts. The older man looked down at his watch, surprised that so much time had passed. It was passed one in the morning, and it had only been around ten when they had all gathered in the living room.

"'Night everyone!" Colin called as Ryan led him up the stairs. There was a mixed chorus of goodnights from behind them.

"Did you have a good time?" Ryan playfully drawled, laying Colin back on their bed, then lying next to him.

"Yes, I actually did." Colin replied matter-of-factly.

"Well, I still think you would have had more fun up here with me."

Colin paused to consider what Ryan was insinuating, but shook it off. He was afraid of what he might do if he were to venture into that territory.

"Oh well, we still have a few nights, then don't we?" Colin said playfully.

Colin smiled when he heard Ryan chuckle and place an arm around him. The younger man's reply was a light kiss on the cheek and a small goodnight. Lazily drifting off to sleep, Colin dreamt of what could have happened if he'd perused Ryan's illusive offer.
Colin turned over at the sensation of a warm hand tracing circles on his back; he wasn’t surprised when he found himself inches from his best friend face. What Ryan said, however, did surprise him.

"I love you, and I know you love me, I think we should make this happen."

Colin was speechless, but it didn’t matter if he didn’t have a reply because suddenly his lips were met by Ryan . The expert tongue gained instant access into his mouth as his skilled hands trailed magic down his back. Every inch of Colin felt alive and hot, and he ignored how surreal and fleeting the moment might be and let himself revel in the feeling. Now Ryan lips left his and worked their way down his chest, leaving electric pulses on every spot they touched.

He stopped at the waist band of Colin boxers and quickly flicked his tongue underneath, his hands now kneading gently on his abdomen.

"Ryan...."

Ryan looked up with a look right out of a harlequin romance novel, his teasing mouth slick with a smile of pure desire. The image alone was almost enough to bring Colin over the edge.

"Please..." he managed to say, in a tone that was half a beg and half a moan.

Ryan nodded, but his hands stayed put. He brought his talented mouth to the top of Colin boxers and grasped the material between his teeth, all the while looking into the Colin eyes. Colin threw his head back in anticipation, and that when he noticed they were no longer in bed, but he couldn’t remember getting up.

He looked back down at Ryan, but he wasn’t there, in his place was a sheep. Colin looked at it, and it looked back. The small fluffy creature opened its mouth and let out, not a soft baah, but a loud bark. That’s when Colin opened his eyes for the second time, only to find, not a lascivious Ryan, but a bright sunlit and fully dressed Ryan sitting on the edge of the bed. It was a dream.

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To Be Continued...