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wl_fanfictionTitle: Lost and Delirious
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway?
Characters: Greg Proops/Ryan Stiles
Prompt: 088. School
Word Count:1042
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ryan never finished highschool and that always bothered him.
Authour’s Notes: Set three years after Drew’s Line ended.
“Do you think I’m dumb?” Ryan asked as he walked into the living room and sat next to Greg on the couch.
“Why? What did I do now?”
“What...nothing! I’m asking seriously. Do you think I’m dumb because, you know, I didn’t finish high school?”
“Wait,” Greg began, slipping an arm around Ryan’s waist, “Are you asking if I think it’s dumb that you didn’t finish or if you’re stupid for not finishing?”
Ryan looked at his lover for a moment before shifting himself to a laying position, placing his head in Greg’s lap.
“Never mind.”
Greg threw his head back and sighed. Ryan was the most confident guy in front of a crowd, but when it came to one on one conversation, to intimacy that didn’t include tongue, he froze up. Greg’s mission was to make Ryan comfortable enough to share what was on his mind, at least with him anyway.
“No, not never mind. If you brought it up it must be important to you, and since you brought it up to me you want my input, so which is it?”
Ryan blinked and turned his face from Greg’s to look at the blank television screen directly in front of them.
“The second one.” He mumbled.
“Of course not.” Greg scoffed. “You are many things Ry Guy, but stupid is not one of them.”
Ryan didn’t look convinced and Greg realized this was more serious than the usual Ryan melt-down. It wasn’t like last week when Ryan went in to a slight depression when he saw an old Whose Line episode on television, this time the problem was deep rooted, and most likely couldn’t be cured with the usual remedy of snuggling and trips down memory lane.
“What brought this on, anyway?” Greg asked, softly stroking Ryan’s hair.
“I was thinking about how whenever we play Film, Theater, TV styles there are always two suggestions that are called: porn and Shakespeare. I realized that I do porn a hell of lot better than Shakespeare.”
Greg opened his mouth to tell Ryan that Shakespeare was a hard genre to do, even if in mockery, but Ryan continued.
“And that I haven’t read any Shakespeare at all, hell, I don’t even know what Hamlet is about for God’s sake. And the only reason I know Romeo and Juliet is because of West Side Story.” His voice was shaking and Greg could tell he was really in turmoil over this.
“So, you’re not an English buff, big deal. That doesn’t make you stupid. Besides, you don’t need it.”
“I know I don’t need it, but, but,...” He paused to collect his thoughts. “My father used to say that just because you don’t need to know or do something, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know or do it.”
“He’s right on that one, but it still doesn’t make you...”
“It’s not just English. It’s everything. Science? Please! The only thing I know is ecology, and that’s because I was a boy scout.” Even though Greg couldn’t see his face he knew he was crying. He could hear the tremor in his voice and feel each sob. “ What else? Hmm, history? I don’t think I could tell you the difference between the two world wars! Geography? I barely got what was so funny when Drew called Africa a country!”
He stopped and the room seemed eerily quiet when devoid of Ryan’s quavering yells. Greg was speechless, it was scary to see Ryan so out of control and so disgusted with himself.
“You know, the other day I couldn’t even figure out Mac’s math homework? She’s in 9th grade, Greg. I’m almost fifty years old and I can’t do 9th grade math.” He said in a defeated whisper.
Greg wrapped his arms around the man he’s called his own for a span of almost fifteen years and flipped him over so they were face to face again.
“I could tell you every cliche in the book, babe. That people are smart in different areas, intelligence and good grades are different things, blah, blah, blah, but, while true, I know you. And I know you wouldn’t believe me.”
A tear slipped down Ryan’s cheek and Greg wiped it away with his thumb.
“You asked me if I thought you were stupid and I don’t, no one thinks that. The only person who does is you and I want to know what I can do to fix that.”
Ryan looked up at him and without a word brought his lips up to Greg’s in a rough, sloppy, kiss that was way too wet, in other words perfect.
“I want to go back, but I don’t have enough time.”
Greg couldn’t help, but smile at the demure way in which that was said.
“You could do it online.”
“You’d help me?”
Greg nodded. He knew there was a double meaning to that question. It was Ryan’s way of asking for help with the work.
“You don’t think it’s too late?”
Greg answered without hesitation. “It’s never too late for self-assurance.”
Ryan smiled a big teeth baring grin and with the smile it seemed a weight was lifted from his shoulders.
“I love you, Greg.”
“I love you too Ryan. Now, go study before I put you in detention.”
Ryan lifted an eyebrow. “Detention? You don’t spank anymore, Headmaster Proops?” He asked sitting up.
Greg was glad to see Ryan being his old self again.
“Spanking is a thing of the past, but they don’t call me Head master for nothing. How were your grades in Sex Ed.?”
Greg lunged for Ryan, but he stood quickly, leaving Greg sprawled on the couch.
“Horrible. I always got distracted by the color pictures.” Ryan said as Greg stood and slowly approached the other man.
“Well,” Greg began as he backed Ryan against the wall, “I have a nice live model in my “office”. I suggest you enter my extensive tutoring course.”
“Lead the way, sir.”
With that they all but ran for the bedroom. Ryan may have had too much freedom as a highschool senior his first time around, but freedom wasn’t the thing he’d have to worry about the second time. This time he’d have to worry about distraction.
~End~
*The title is that of a 2001 film
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway?
Characters: Greg Proops/Ryan Stiles
Prompt: 088. School
Word Count:1042
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ryan never finished highschool and that always bothered him.
Authour’s Notes: Set three years after Drew’s Line ended.
“Do you think I’m dumb?” Ryan asked as he walked into the living room and sat next to Greg on the couch.
“Why? What did I do now?”
“What...nothing! I’m asking seriously. Do you think I’m dumb because, you know, I didn’t finish high school?”
“Wait,” Greg began, slipping an arm around Ryan’s waist, “Are you asking if I think it’s dumb that you didn’t finish or if you’re stupid for not finishing?”
Ryan looked at his lover for a moment before shifting himself to a laying position, placing his head in Greg’s lap.
“Never mind.”
Greg threw his head back and sighed. Ryan was the most confident guy in front of a crowd, but when it came to one on one conversation, to intimacy that didn’t include tongue, he froze up. Greg’s mission was to make Ryan comfortable enough to share what was on his mind, at least with him anyway.
“No, not never mind. If you brought it up it must be important to you, and since you brought it up to me you want my input, so which is it?”
Ryan blinked and turned his face from Greg’s to look at the blank television screen directly in front of them.
“The second one.” He mumbled.
“Of course not.” Greg scoffed. “You are many things Ry Guy, but stupid is not one of them.”
Ryan didn’t look convinced and Greg realized this was more serious than the usual Ryan melt-down. It wasn’t like last week when Ryan went in to a slight depression when he saw an old Whose Line episode on television, this time the problem was deep rooted, and most likely couldn’t be cured with the usual remedy of snuggling and trips down memory lane.
“What brought this on, anyway?” Greg asked, softly stroking Ryan’s hair.
“I was thinking about how whenever we play Film, Theater, TV styles there are always two suggestions that are called: porn and Shakespeare. I realized that I do porn a hell of lot better than Shakespeare.”
Greg opened his mouth to tell Ryan that Shakespeare was a hard genre to do, even if in mockery, but Ryan continued.
“And that I haven’t read any Shakespeare at all, hell, I don’t even know what Hamlet is about for God’s sake. And the only reason I know Romeo and Juliet is because of West Side Story.” His voice was shaking and Greg could tell he was really in turmoil over this.
“So, you’re not an English buff, big deal. That doesn’t make you stupid. Besides, you don’t need it.”
“I know I don’t need it, but, but,...” He paused to collect his thoughts. “My father used to say that just because you don’t need to know or do something, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know or do it.”
“He’s right on that one, but it still doesn’t make you...”
“It’s not just English. It’s everything. Science? Please! The only thing I know is ecology, and that’s because I was a boy scout.” Even though Greg couldn’t see his face he knew he was crying. He could hear the tremor in his voice and feel each sob. “ What else? Hmm, history? I don’t think I could tell you the difference between the two world wars! Geography? I barely got what was so funny when Drew called Africa a country!”
He stopped and the room seemed eerily quiet when devoid of Ryan’s quavering yells. Greg was speechless, it was scary to see Ryan so out of control and so disgusted with himself.
“You know, the other day I couldn’t even figure out Mac’s math homework? She’s in 9th grade, Greg. I’m almost fifty years old and I can’t do 9th grade math.” He said in a defeated whisper.
Greg wrapped his arms around the man he’s called his own for a span of almost fifteen years and flipped him over so they were face to face again.
“I could tell you every cliche in the book, babe. That people are smart in different areas, intelligence and good grades are different things, blah, blah, blah, but, while true, I know you. And I know you wouldn’t believe me.”
A tear slipped down Ryan’s cheek and Greg wiped it away with his thumb.
“You asked me if I thought you were stupid and I don’t, no one thinks that. The only person who does is you and I want to know what I can do to fix that.”
Ryan looked up at him and without a word brought his lips up to Greg’s in a rough, sloppy, kiss that was way too wet, in other words perfect.
“I want to go back, but I don’t have enough time.”
Greg couldn’t help, but smile at the demure way in which that was said.
“You could do it online.”
“You’d help me?”
Greg nodded. He knew there was a double meaning to that question. It was Ryan’s way of asking for help with the work.
“You don’t think it’s too late?”
Greg answered without hesitation. “It’s never too late for self-assurance.”
Ryan smiled a big teeth baring grin and with the smile it seemed a weight was lifted from his shoulders.
“I love you, Greg.”
“I love you too Ryan. Now, go study before I put you in detention.”
Ryan lifted an eyebrow. “Detention? You don’t spank anymore, Headmaster Proops?” He asked sitting up.
Greg was glad to see Ryan being his old self again.
“Spanking is a thing of the past, but they don’t call me Head master for nothing. How were your grades in Sex Ed.?”
Greg lunged for Ryan, but he stood quickly, leaving Greg sprawled on the couch.
“Horrible. I always got distracted by the color pictures.” Ryan said as Greg stood and slowly approached the other man.
“Well,” Greg began as he backed Ryan against the wall, “I have a nice live model in my “office”. I suggest you enter my extensive tutoring course.”
“Lead the way, sir.”
With that they all but ran for the bedroom. Ryan may have had too much freedom as a highschool senior his first time around, but freedom wasn’t the thing he’d have to worry about the second time. This time he’d have to worry about distraction.
~End~
*The title is that of a 2001 film
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Date: 2006-06-26 06:22 pm (UTC)And that was adorable! wellllll...kind of a kinkyish adorable...xD
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Date: 2006-06-27 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-27 01:16 am (UTC)This was cute. Good stuff. :D
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Date: 2006-06-27 01:17 am (UTC)That was great, and distraction is definately his biggest problem now. ;)
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Date: 2006-06-27 05:47 pm (UTC)