The Whose Line is it Anyway Fanfiction Archive

“You know. That long thing in the living room that people use to sit on.” He held up a hand, realizing a bit belatedly how Ryan would choose to take that one. “Don’t.”

“Ok, but why would I be blowing anything on the couch?”

“Well you can’t very well stay in the bed with me. I mean, after all, what if I roll over and accidentally spank you like a girl?”

Ryan swooped in for a hug, which Colin easily sidestepped, and stood there, staring at him, hands on hips.

“Is it too late to say ‘I’m sorry’?” Ryan asked.

“Maybe,” Colin allowed. “But not to say ‘I love you’.”

“I love you,” Ryan replied. “That was easy.”

“The truth always is.” Colin smirked.

“Does that mean I don’t have to sleep on the couch?”

Colin scratched at his chin. “Hm. I’ll have to think about that one.”

Ryan immediately dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Colin’s leg. “Please!” he cried. “Please don’t make me sleep on that lumpy old couch all alone! It’s cold out there! And dark! And…and…lumpy!”

“Man,” Colin replied, “you really should try out for a soap opera. You’d win an award for sure.”

Ryan snickered. “So? Can I sleep with you? Please, please, please?”

“Oh, alright,” Colin sighed, sounding as if the prospect was the worst thing he could possibly imagine.

“And will you teach me the Mochrie Method?”

“I suppose.”

Ryan jumped to his feet, grinning. “Goody!”

“We’ll start lesson one right now.”

“Now? But, Col…there’s no water.”

Colin slanted a grin at him. “Then we’ll just have to improvise, won’t we.” He chuckled. “Take off your clothes.”

“Ooh, I’m liking this improvising stuff already!” Within a minute and a half, he was naked as the day he was born. “Is this the way you teach all your students?”

“Ah, no. You’re the first to be learning by this particular route.”

Ryan puffed his chest out, only to double over when he got a backhand to the belly. “Oof!”

“Sucker.” Colin took slightly longer in disrobing, but finally he was done, and after allowing his lover a good long look, stripped down the covers, crawled into the bed, and lay down on his belly. Making full use of his so-called boneless body, he then mimed a ripple in the ocean, slowly arching his body from his head to his toes and back again.

Ryan, who was already half-erect by the prospect of things to come was at full staff by the end of that particular maneuver. “Do that again,” he husked.

Colin complied.

“Fuck the ocean. I’ll go swimming in you any day.”

“Well, then, climb aboard.”

And Ryan did, with alacrity, laying his long, thin body along the dips and curves of the trim one beneath and snuggling in.

“Hmm,” Colin commented, “I see mine isn’t the only board with an inflatable fin.”

Ryan laughed softly. “I said custom made. I didn’t say unique. You didn’t think yours was the only one, did you?”

“I had hopes.”

“I don’t think you’ll mind too much when you see what this baby can do.”

“I’m counting on it.” Though it was more difficult with the weight atop him, Colin managed to do ‘the ripple thing’ again, and Ryan groaned.

“Man, that’s nice!”

“Glad you’re enjoying.” He thought for a moment. “Oh….before we progress to step two, I think you’d better wax your fin. It’ll make it easier to cut through the water.”

Ryan laughed aloud. “You’re getting better at the innuendo thing! I’m impressed!”

“I picked it up by osmosis,” Colin replied dryly. “Now get waxing. The tide’s coming in.”

Still laughing, Ryan slipped off of his lover and reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. Within moments, his ‘fin’ was completely waxed and ready for action. Begging for it, if the truth be known. Then he climbed back aboard. “Your willing student is ready, oh great teacher.”

“Alright. Step two. Paddle. Not spank. Paddle.”

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