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Title: Making The Family Skeleton Dance, 8/12
Authour:
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ryanmochrie
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway?
Pairing: Ryan Stiles/Colin Mochrie
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It was easy to convince them they were, but harder to convince themselves they weren't.
Chapter 8
"Uh-oh, serious voice!" Ryan answered playfully. He was obviously on a completely different wavelength as he brought his hand up to play with Colin’s collar.
"I’m serious." Colin replied, trying not to let what he needed to say be brushed off by how absolutely endearing Ryan looked in the sunlit hall.
"I know. I believe I got that much." He bit his lower lip and tilted his head up, as if thinking, before adding, "Honey", followed by a huge, teeth baring grin.
"This is serious!" Colin yelled.
"So, you’re serious about this being serious?" Ryan replied, playfully.
Colin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Ryan was about as rambunctious as a kindergarten kid right before recess and, although it was severely cute, it was slowly taking away from the courage Colin had mustered up.
"Yes. I need to tell you something, something I probably should have told you a long time ago, but wasn’t even telling myself." He managed, his eyes still tightly closed.
The giant smirk dropped from Ryan’s face almost instantly, and his hands stopped dead in their place on Colin’s chest. "I know what we’ve been doing is supposed to be pretend, just a joke, like all the other jokes, but I...I..."
But I ‘m in love with you! The words were on the tip of his tongue. Colin opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. He played the film reel of his life in his mind and tried to cut Ryan from the scenes, but couldn’t. Without Ryan the plot had no point. Without Ryan the film was too short. Without Ryan the film made no sense, and neither did the main character. "I ..."
"Would you two get a room." His tortured whisper was cut off by Ronnie’s petulant, twelve-year old caliber, comment.
"Aw, I think they’re cute." Rich added, eyeing Colin.
"What do you want?" Ryan asked. His voice was shaking.
"Dad needs us to go pick up the food from the caterers."
"Why can’t you and Rich do it?"
"Mom wants me to dig out the old picture albums and stuff from the basement. Which I also need some help with. Colin?" Colin looked from his best friend, who was still pressed underneath him, to Rich’s asking eyes. He really wanted to stay and finish his confession, but it didn’t seem to be in the cards. Even if he did stay with Ryan, he couldn’t tell him he was in love with him when that was supposed to be a give-in, to his brothers anyway.
"Sure." Colin allowed himself to be ushered in the direction of the basement, as he left a forlorn Ryan standing with his brother. It was a good twenty minutes before Colin and Rich found anything that remotely resembled a box of pictures. What they had been rummaging through mostly consisted of old records and random articles of clothing. Colin had also come across one of the Stiles family’s old bikes. He smiled; imagining Ryan riding it as a young boy, and walked passed it.
"Aha! Look what we have here!" Rich cried triumphantly, lifting a box labeled pictures for Colin to see.
"Oh, thank goodness, let ‘s look through them." They sat around the box in anticipation as Rich opened the dusty cardboard box. The first thing in it was an old black fedora, complete with a little red feather in the side. Colin picked it up, a question in his mind.
"Hey, I remember that!" Rich said delightedly, "When Ryan and I were in high school he dared me to try out for the musical. Unfortunately for me they didn’t have enough guys to be in it so I ended up making the lead. I was a gangster, so this was a part of my costume."
Colin had never thought of Rich as a song and dance man, but now that he heard it he thought he might actually like to see that side of him. Colin blinked blandly as Rich smiled thoughtfully at him.
"Oh, boy, I’ve seen that look with Ryan before. What do you want?" Colin said sarcastically. Rich chuckled, and it surprised Colin how much like Ryan he really was sometimes.
"I was just thinking...” Rich drifted, and picked up the fedora.
"With Ryan, thinking is never good." Colin said, feigning fear.
"It’s just that you’d really look adorable in this fedora. Well, not that you don’t already look adorable." Rich tried to put the hat on Colin’s head, but Colin dodged out of his way. Rich tried again, not faltered by his failure the first time, and succeeded.
"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat at the door. Colin swung his head around to see Ryan leaning in the doorway. Blushing, he realized the positions he and Rich had ended up in. Colin looked up at Rich, who was basically straddling him, and moved his hands off of his hips.
"So this is what I get when I leave for," Ryan paused to look at his watch, "twenty minutes?"
"We were just playing Ryan. Besides doesn’t he look adorable in this hat?" Rich said, ever the optimist. He pulled himself up off of Colin, and Ryan walked over to help Colin up. Once Colin was up Ryan studied him.
"Yeah, he’s gorgeous." Ryan said sincerely. Colin couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around him. It wasn’t often that Ryan flat out complimented his looks, but he loved it every time. He noticed Rich behind them walking with the box of pictures towards the stairs.
"Let’s let Mom pick them out." He said, and Colin went to put the fedora back down on a table. Ryan halted him, holding onto the hand he had grabbed to prevent Colin from taking off the hat.
"No, I like you in that hat." Any response he had died in his throat as he noticed the almost seductive way it was said, almost reminiscent of last night in the bedroom. It wasn’t un-welcomed, just a wake-up call. It reminded him that he was on a mission, and what their light, playful, pretend relationship really meant to him might destroy their real one. Ryan’s come-ons just made things even more confusing.
"About earlier..." He was interrupted, yet again, by the call of a Stiles. The matriarch of them actually.
"Ryan, Colin, could you two come up here!" Called Mrs. Stiles sweet voice from the kitchen just up the stairs.
"Ugh, come on. She probably wants to give us one of her "pep talks"." Ryan said rolling his eyes. Colin held back a groan, but let Ryan led him up the stairs. He knew after almost twenty years it would be hard to say this, but he never imagined for this reason. They entered the kitchen to see Ryan’s brothers lined up, with their mother standing in front of them.
"Join us if you will." She asked them. She was in an almost militaristic stance.
Her delicate hands were clasped behind her back, her shoulders were straight and her head was held high as she walked back and forth, in front of her "troops". Roger stood closest to the door leading into the yard, rubbing his eyes in a way that screamed hangover. Next to him stood Ronnie, who flashed him a big grin and waved. Beside him was Rich, who, Colin could have sworn, winked at him. Ryan took his place next to Rich, and Colin took his place beside Ryan. Mrs. Stiles stopped pacing and was just about to address the group of men when she was interrupted by her husband.
"Sonny! You always blow my image!" Colin realized that Ryan’s flirtatious cuteness must come from his mother’s side of the family, just like her he was so playful.
"Sorry, Irene dear." He chuckled, planting a kiss on her cheek and standing on the other side of Roger. Ronnie made a whipping noise and his father reached around to smack him in the back of the head.
"Now, I don’t need to say this to the girls, but I knew I had to say it you boys." She paused, "And you sweetie. The rest of our family will start arriving soon and I want you all to behave. I don’t mean keep-your-elbows-off-the-table, say-please-and-thank-you kind of behave."
"Well than what do you mean?" Ronnie asked, feigning innocence.
"You know quite well what I mean, Ronald." She said, feigning right back. Colin would have found the exchange quite entertaining if he couldn’t feel Rich’s hand running lightly up and down his arm, the one that was wrapped around Ryan’s middle. If Ryan could sense Rich standing too close, he didn’t show it. He was too amused by his sibling and parent.
"I’m afraid I don’t ,mother of mine."
"Well then let me specify. Sonny, as much as I love your knowledge of obscure torture methods, please refrain from demonstrating them on people. We don’t want a repeat of last Christmas." He nodded with a smile on his face.
“Roger, dear, please, please, cut back on the alcohol."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t drink that much." They all looked down the line at the red-eyed, dazed Roger Stiles.
"Oh, shut up." He replied half-heartedly.
"Ronnie, we don’t need to hear the story you heard about the stripper who got stuck on the pole, or about any of your fans talented body parts."
"One story about one listener’s ...flexible tongue in front of grandma and I’m branded for life!" Ryan was right, they all did have their quirks.
"Richie, I know you mean well, but no prying questions, alright?" It was the least colorful of the warnings, but it must have meant something, because they all nodded along with the, slightly hurt looking Rich, who, thank heavens, removed his fingers from Colin.
"Ryan and Colin," she said, referring to them as one, "only one word on your behavior that wouldn’t be necessary under any other circumstances. If you need a moment, if you know what I mean, then take one." Everyone had a chuckle at that, except Rich, he had on the same fixed smile he had on the whole time.
"And you," Ryan’s dad said, walking over to his wife, "I don’t want any of your obsessive compulsive behavior getting in the way tonight." She stuck her tongue out at him, and he tickled her. It was a perfect example of the everyday miracle of love. The mood of togetherness was broken by the entrance of a very angry Regina.
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To Be Continued...
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Title: Making The Family Skeleton Dance, 8/12
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Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway?
Pairing: Ryan Stiles/Colin Mochrie
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It was easy to convince them they were, but harder to convince themselves they weren't.
Chapter 8
"Uh-oh, serious voice!" Ryan answered playfully. He was obviously on a completely different wavelength as he brought his hand up to play with Colin’s collar.
"I’m serious." Colin replied, trying not to let what he needed to say be brushed off by how absolutely endearing Ryan looked in the sunlit hall.
"I know. I believe I got that much." He bit his lower lip and tilted his head up, as if thinking, before adding, "Honey", followed by a huge, teeth baring grin.
"This is serious!" Colin yelled.
"So, you’re serious about this being serious?" Ryan replied, playfully.
Colin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Ryan was about as rambunctious as a kindergarten kid right before recess and, although it was severely cute, it was slowly taking away from the courage Colin had mustered up.
"Yes. I need to tell you something, something I probably should have told you a long time ago, but wasn’t even telling myself." He managed, his eyes still tightly closed.
The giant smirk dropped from Ryan’s face almost instantly, and his hands stopped dead in their place on Colin’s chest. "I know what we’ve been doing is supposed to be pretend, just a joke, like all the other jokes, but I...I..."
But I ‘m in love with you! The words were on the tip of his tongue. Colin opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. He played the film reel of his life in his mind and tried to cut Ryan from the scenes, but couldn’t. Without Ryan the plot had no point. Without Ryan the film was too short. Without Ryan the film made no sense, and neither did the main character. "I ..."
"Would you two get a room." His tortured whisper was cut off by Ronnie’s petulant, twelve-year old caliber, comment.
"Aw, I think they’re cute." Rich added, eyeing Colin.
"What do you want?" Ryan asked. His voice was shaking.
"Dad needs us to go pick up the food from the caterers."
"Why can’t you and Rich do it?"
"Mom wants me to dig out the old picture albums and stuff from the basement. Which I also need some help with. Colin?" Colin looked from his best friend, who was still pressed underneath him, to Rich’s asking eyes. He really wanted to stay and finish his confession, but it didn’t seem to be in the cards. Even if he did stay with Ryan, he couldn’t tell him he was in love with him when that was supposed to be a give-in, to his brothers anyway.
"Sure." Colin allowed himself to be ushered in the direction of the basement, as he left a forlorn Ryan standing with his brother. It was a good twenty minutes before Colin and Rich found anything that remotely resembled a box of pictures. What they had been rummaging through mostly consisted of old records and random articles of clothing. Colin had also come across one of the Stiles family’s old bikes. He smiled; imagining Ryan riding it as a young boy, and walked passed it.
"Aha! Look what we have here!" Rich cried triumphantly, lifting a box labeled pictures for Colin to see.
"Oh, thank goodness, let ‘s look through them." They sat around the box in anticipation as Rich opened the dusty cardboard box. The first thing in it was an old black fedora, complete with a little red feather in the side. Colin picked it up, a question in his mind.
"Hey, I remember that!" Rich said delightedly, "When Ryan and I were in high school he dared me to try out for the musical. Unfortunately for me they didn’t have enough guys to be in it so I ended up making the lead. I was a gangster, so this was a part of my costume."
Colin had never thought of Rich as a song and dance man, but now that he heard it he thought he might actually like to see that side of him. Colin blinked blandly as Rich smiled thoughtfully at him.
"Oh, boy, I’ve seen that look with Ryan before. What do you want?" Colin said sarcastically. Rich chuckled, and it surprised Colin how much like Ryan he really was sometimes.
"I was just thinking...” Rich drifted, and picked up the fedora.
"With Ryan, thinking is never good." Colin said, feigning fear.
"It’s just that you’d really look adorable in this fedora. Well, not that you don’t already look adorable." Rich tried to put the hat on Colin’s head, but Colin dodged out of his way. Rich tried again, not faltered by his failure the first time, and succeeded.
"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat at the door. Colin swung his head around to see Ryan leaning in the doorway. Blushing, he realized the positions he and Rich had ended up in. Colin looked up at Rich, who was basically straddling him, and moved his hands off of his hips.
"So this is what I get when I leave for," Ryan paused to look at his watch, "twenty minutes?"
"We were just playing Ryan. Besides doesn’t he look adorable in this hat?" Rich said, ever the optimist. He pulled himself up off of Colin, and Ryan walked over to help Colin up. Once Colin was up Ryan studied him.
"Yeah, he’s gorgeous." Ryan said sincerely. Colin couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around him. It wasn’t often that Ryan flat out complimented his looks, but he loved it every time. He noticed Rich behind them walking with the box of pictures towards the stairs.
"Let’s let Mom pick them out." He said, and Colin went to put the fedora back down on a table. Ryan halted him, holding onto the hand he had grabbed to prevent Colin from taking off the hat.
"No, I like you in that hat." Any response he had died in his throat as he noticed the almost seductive way it was said, almost reminiscent of last night in the bedroom. It wasn’t un-welcomed, just a wake-up call. It reminded him that he was on a mission, and what their light, playful, pretend relationship really meant to him might destroy their real one. Ryan’s come-ons just made things even more confusing.
"About earlier..." He was interrupted, yet again, by the call of a Stiles. The matriarch of them actually.
"Ryan, Colin, could you two come up here!" Called Mrs. Stiles sweet voice from the kitchen just up the stairs.
"Ugh, come on. She probably wants to give us one of her "pep talks"." Ryan said rolling his eyes. Colin held back a groan, but let Ryan led him up the stairs. He knew after almost twenty years it would be hard to say this, but he never imagined for this reason. They entered the kitchen to see Ryan’s brothers lined up, with their mother standing in front of them.
"Join us if you will." She asked them. She was in an almost militaristic stance.
Her delicate hands were clasped behind her back, her shoulders were straight and her head was held high as she walked back and forth, in front of her "troops". Roger stood closest to the door leading into the yard, rubbing his eyes in a way that screamed hangover. Next to him stood Ronnie, who flashed him a big grin and waved. Beside him was Rich, who, Colin could have sworn, winked at him. Ryan took his place next to Rich, and Colin took his place beside Ryan. Mrs. Stiles stopped pacing and was just about to address the group of men when she was interrupted by her husband.
"Sonny! You always blow my image!" Colin realized that Ryan’s flirtatious cuteness must come from his mother’s side of the family, just like her he was so playful.
"Sorry, Irene dear." He chuckled, planting a kiss on her cheek and standing on the other side of Roger. Ronnie made a whipping noise and his father reached around to smack him in the back of the head.
"Now, I don’t need to say this to the girls, but I knew I had to say it you boys." She paused, "And you sweetie. The rest of our family will start arriving soon and I want you all to behave. I don’t mean keep-your-elbows-off-the-table, say-please-and-thank-you kind of behave."
"Well than what do you mean?" Ronnie asked, feigning innocence.
"You know quite well what I mean, Ronald." She said, feigning right back. Colin would have found the exchange quite entertaining if he couldn’t feel Rich’s hand running lightly up and down his arm, the one that was wrapped around Ryan’s middle. If Ryan could sense Rich standing too close, he didn’t show it. He was too amused by his sibling and parent.
"I’m afraid I don’t ,mother of mine."
"Well then let me specify. Sonny, as much as I love your knowledge of obscure torture methods, please refrain from demonstrating them on people. We don’t want a repeat of last Christmas." He nodded with a smile on his face.
“Roger, dear, please, please, cut back on the alcohol."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t drink that much." They all looked down the line at the red-eyed, dazed Roger Stiles.
"Oh, shut up." He replied half-heartedly.
"Ronnie, we don’t need to hear the story you heard about the stripper who got stuck on the pole, or about any of your fans talented body parts."
"One story about one listener’s ...flexible tongue in front of grandma and I’m branded for life!" Ryan was right, they all did have their quirks.
"Richie, I know you mean well, but no prying questions, alright?" It was the least colorful of the warnings, but it must have meant something, because they all nodded along with the, slightly hurt looking Rich, who, thank heavens, removed his fingers from Colin.
"Ryan and Colin," she said, referring to them as one, "only one word on your behavior that wouldn’t be necessary under any other circumstances. If you need a moment, if you know what I mean, then take one." Everyone had a chuckle at that, except Rich, he had on the same fixed smile he had on the whole time.
"And you," Ryan’s dad said, walking over to his wife, "I don’t want any of your obsessive compulsive behavior getting in the way tonight." She stuck her tongue out at him, and he tickled her. It was a perfect example of the everyday miracle of love. The mood of togetherness was broken by the entrance of a very angry Regina.
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To Be Continued...