The Whose Line is it Anyway Fanfiction Archive

It so happened that Colin spent much longer in the water than he’d ever intended. He also, and this he cheerfully admitted later, had much more fun than he’d ever intended. Yes, he’d gone out at first only to appease Ryan, but as with most things that involved Ryan in any capacity, he found himself enjoying the activity far more than he’d thought he would.

A small group of bodyboarders had joined them shortly after they’d returned to the water after Colin’s first—though by no means last—crash, and to Colin’s utter surprise, all of them were the same age as he and Ryan, or older, and three of the five had even less hair than he did. One even sported a faded scar from a coronary artery bypass he’d had some years back.

They were a group of old college friends who called themselves ‘The Over-The-Hill Gang’ and were excellent bodyboarders, and surfers as well. Patient, cheerful, and just plain fun as hell, they’d given both Ryan and Colin tips that soon had them riding the waves with ease and, in Ryan’s case, a bit of flash as well.

Always more comfortable without a board than with one, Colin would never be competing for prize money, but he did reasonably well, and had a great deal of fun doing it, which was the point of the whole thing, really.

After the tide began coming in, and the sun began making its descent toward the horizon, they made for the beach, all of them exhausted, but still full of laughter and teasing. Colin couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so comfortable with a group of strangers so quickly.

They even wound up having a laughter-filled dinner together at the local seafood joint on the water, and by the time Colin and Ryan returned to their own rented beach house, they were tired, slightly burnt, and more than a little tipsy from the drinks with dinner.

“You had fun,” Ryan accused as they walked inside the small house, poking Colin in the side. “Admit it.”

“Ow!” Colin replied, jerking away. “Don’t bruise the merchandise, please. I’m still paying back the loan.”

“That’s not what you said last night,” Ryan oozed, rubbing his lover’s hindquarters.

“Different night, different rules.”

“Ooh! Rules, huh? Does that mean you’re the strict headmaster and I get to be the naughty little schoolboy?”

Colin snorted. “As if anything about you is little, Doogie-on-steriods.”

“Yeah, but all of me is naughty.”

“Mm.”

“I’ve been a baaad, baaad boy!” Ryan cried out in a falsetto, jutting out his behind, hands on his knees. “Spank me, teacher! Spank me!”

Colin swatted him on the rump as he passed by, making his way toward the bedroom, blinking owlishly at the clock on the nightstand once he’d arrived. “Damn. It’s after midnight. No wonder I’m so tired.”

“You spank like a girl,” Ryan muttered as he came to stand beside his lover. He swallowed hard at the dark glare he received in return.

“I was going to teach you how to bodysurf, but after that crack, you can just forget it.”

“I already know how to bodysurf,” Ryan sniffed, nose in the air.

“Not by the Mochrie Method, you don’t.” He said it in such a way that Ryan’s head snapped around, and he stared.

“The Mochrie Method, huh?”

“Yes,” Colin mock-sighed. “Taught only to a…very…select few. Sadly, you’ve blown your opportunity.”

“I’d love to blow my opportunity,” Ryan replied, leering and waggling his eyebrows.

“That was bad,” Colin groaned. “Even by my extremely low standards. Anyway, the only thing you’ll be blowing on the couch is that huge nose of yours. I think the people before us had cats.”

Ryan blinked, startled. “The couch?”

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