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wl_fanfiction2006-07-25 11:46 am
[FIC] FEEL ME Part 2/?
Title: Feel Me
Part: 2/?
Pairing: Colin/Ryan with a bunch of others
Rating: NC-17 for SMUT (but not this chapter) For the phobic..brief wifely..no sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own em. Don't sue.
My crisp salute sent that beautiful laughter of hers spilling all through the house, and I couldn’t help but shake my head, chuckling as I punched in Drew’s number from memory.
The phone rang three times, then clicked. “Carey.”
“Rhymes with scary?”
A beat. “Well, if it isn’t chrome dome himself, the Shining One,
“Very well, Drew, thank you. And yourself?”
“Can’t complain. Can’t complain.” Another pause. “You’re not calling to punk out on me, are you? Cause your name’s already on the marquee it would be a real bitch to have to buy enough White-Out to erase the damn thing.”
“Would I do that to you?”
“Never can tell with you Canadians.” He laughed. “So, anyway, what’s up? Man, it’s gonna be great to see you again. It’s been fucking forever!”
“Looking forward to it myself. Actually,” I continued, lowering my voice conspiratorially, “I’m hot on the trail of the elusive ‘
Yet another pause. “Define ‘recent’.”
“Dr-ew.”
Drew sighed, loud and gustily. “Fine. He got here day before yesterday, happy? Said something about wanting to get away from the rain. Fucked if I know. He’s upstairs now fending off strippers at the VIP pool.”
“I doubt he’s trying very hard,” was my droll reply, and I couldn’t help but grin as I heard Drew’s answering chuckle. “Seriously, though, thanks, my friend. I really appreciate it.”
“Trouble on the home front?”
“Eh, let’s just say he left without a forwarding address and there’s been some concern.”
“Damn.”
“I’ll handle it,” I replied. “And don’t worry, I won’t disclose his location. I might need a favor from you, though.”
“
“I may take you up on that offer one day, Drew,” I teased, “but for now, I just need my reservations changed. I’m feeling a sudden desire to get there a little early.”
“Well hot damn!” he replied, genuinely pleased. “That’s great! You want to fly in tonight? Cherrie D’Vine and her Ladies Sublime are putting on a command performance, if you get my drift.”
I chuckled. “Goodness, Drew, what is it with you and the crossdressers?”
“Hey! I’ll have you know they’re all one hundred percent f-e-m-a-l-e. Though I could order a couple trannies too, if you wanted.”
“I…think I’ll pass,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “Tomorrow should be soon enough, if you think you can get a room.”
“Hell, man, I practically own this joint! Consider your reservations changed. Oh, and don’t worry about rebooking your flight. I’ll take care of it and call you with the new information.”
“Drew,” I demurred, “you don’t have to….”
“I don’t have to do shit except die, so quit being so damned nice and let me do this, okay? I like to spoil my friends, and I can’t do that if I
I ignored the not-so-subtle jab about my less than stellar attendance record with the All-Stars. Ryan, after all, appeared even less than I did, and though I love all of those guys to death, sometimes I just needed a
“Just be your usual zany self, and all is forgiven.”
“That’s what I like about you, Drew. Easy to please.”
“And hard to satisfy,” he finished for me, laughing heartily. “Alright, let me go get these reservations and tickets changed. A limo will be by to bring you here from the airport, so look for your name on a card. I’ll give you a holler once I have the flight information, ok?”
“Thank you, Drew.”
“No problem,” he scoffed, but I could tell he was pleased. “Wait’ll I tell….”
“Eh…I’d prefer he didn’t know,” I said, feeling the beginnings of a blush heat the tips of my ears. “I’d kind of like to surprise him, if that’s alright with you.”
“I’ll bring the camera and the bean dip!” He laughed again. “Damn, it’s gonna be good to see you. Take it easy,
“You bet. Goodnight, Drew.”
“Night? Hell, this party is just gettin’ started, baby!”
Hanging up, I tossed the phone onto the center of the table and slumped a little in my chair. I was enjoying the peace and quiet of familiar surroundings, and the warmth and love of my wife and son, and I’ll admit to being the smallest bit resentful of Ryan, for running away, and Pat, for asking that I get him back. As much as I wanted to see him again—and there wasn’t a part of my body that didn’t ache with that wanting, some more than others—I would have preferred it on terms a little bit more equal. That his abandonment of his family should necessitate the same for me…..
Then again, I am who I am, and because of that, the word ‘no’ seems destined to be forever stricken from my vocabulary.
With a sigh, I pushed myself up from the table, ignoring the groaning protest in my knees, shuffled into the living room and then up the stairs. In the master bedroom, Deb was smoothing the last of my shirts into a garment bag, and I moved in to stand behind her, sliding my hands to link around her tiny waist and lowering my face so that my cheek rubbed against hers. I breathed in deep to take in her scent. “Mm.”
“You need a shave,” she joked,
Removing one of my hands, I reached up to run the
That earned my poor, abused belly a second smack, this time with the sharp point of an elbow, and I ‘oof’ed, overdramatically, I’ll be the first to admit, and almost earned myself a third. Laughing, Deb spun away from me, the hem of her skirt
Left temporarily alone, I stepped to the wall nearest the closet, where Deb had hung some of her favorite candid photos of life on the set for both of us. Considering who was in almost half of those pictures, the irony of having
At that moment, I had eyes for one picture in particular. It had been taken, I think, the second year I was on Whose Line UK. It was entitled The Four Yanks, and showed Greg, Mike, myself and Ryan mid stage, our arms slung comfortably around each others’ shoulders. Our grins were so wide, they nearly swallowed our faces whole.
Goodness, we looked so young then. I was still bald, of course, but heavier; Greg was still bespectacled, but leaner, Mike McShane was still Mike McShane, and Ryan…. My hand came up to brush against the glass, thoughtlessly. Ryan had looked younger than us all, in some ways innocent, but in other, greater, ways, so full of life that sharing the stage with him meant getting pulled into his vortex and simply going along for the ride.
Sometimes standing next to Ryan was like standing too close to the sun, and the thrill of it all was absolutely unbeatable.
His eyes glowed with mischief and
Another photo, down and to the right, drew my gaze next. I’d
“You miss him,” Deb murmured from my side, slipping an arm around my waist and squeezing.
“I miss the old Ryan,” I softly replied, eyeing the picture of the ‘Four Yanks’ again.
“He’s still there.”
I looked down at her, brows raised. “You think so?”
“I do,” she replied, her voice soft and contemplative. “And I think he’s waiting.”
“Waiting?”
“Yes, for you to come and coax him out.”
I sighed. “I’ve tried that, Deb. Every way I could think of, and a few I made up on the spot. For years, now. If he’s waiting for something, it must not be me.”
“It is you,” she replied, with absolute, bedrock surety.
“How do you know?”
She smiled up at me, eyes gently chiding me for missing what she knew to be obvious. “Because you’re the one he gave his heart to all those years ago. You just have to find the right way to reach him, that’s all.”
“I…honestly don’t know if I can. It’s been so long. And I’m…tired…worn out.”
“You can.”
“Your faith in my abilities
Her laugh was fresh and honest and good. “It should. I married you, didn’t I?”
Overcome, I took her fully into my arms and kissed her with all the love that I was feeling, and when it ended for
Who am I to argue with such
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To be continued....
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Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.
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*shivers*
Go Colin go! *runs off to the next chapter*
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