[FIC] Spreading the Cheer
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claireweasley posted, so I guess I'll have a go.
Title: Spreading the Cheer
Pairing: Greg/Chip, hints of others. (Including Colin/Jeff, as per request.)
Rating: PG
Summary: Christmas Party, Whose Line Style.
A/N: Written for Indy's Secret Santa Fic Exchange, forasuka14, who asked for Chip/Greg or Jeff/Colin.
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Greg passes a beer over, grinning. “Cheer up, or I’ll force you under the mistletoe with Drew.”
Chip frowns and glances at Drew, who was still arguing with Ryan over spiking the eggnog. He wasn’t sure, at this point, who wanted to spike it, but he mentally made a note to avoid the eggnog. Even if Colin came out of the kitchen at this point to stop them both, Wayne (or Brad, or Jeff) would probably take the opportunity to do it themselves.
He takes the beer anyway, and offers a smile.
“That’s better.” Greg waves a hand at the Christmas decorations. “It’s Christmas, man. You can’t be down.”
“I’m not.” Chip takes a gulp of the beer, lying through his teeth. This is his third Christmas at this party, at this house, at this show, and he still hasn’t gotten up the nerve to confess to…well, anything. He had a crush on most of the Whose Line cast, he preferred to celebrate Hanukkah, and he really didn’t care for this brand of beer.
Greg, unfortunately, can see right through him. “You are, and I’m here to spread the Christmas cheer. What’s wrong?”
Chip isn’t about to confess.
Greg leans in. “Did your puppy die?” He says, in a semi-mocking tone. Chip always wondered how he never seemed to lose it, even when serious. “Is the government going to seize your house?”
“No.” Chip snaps. Why, why oh why, did fate send him Greg? Why not Ryan? He can hurt Ryan. Ryan will back off, and hold his back. Colin would be silent, simply being there, and anyone else would give up within a minute.
But Greg – “Let me see…the evidence. You’ve been down since you got here. You’ve been down since Thanksgiving, near as I can tell. Is it Christmas?”
“No.”
“Hmm…” Greg drawls. “Is it that crush on Wayne again?”
Chip wishes, for the fiftieth time, that he hadn’t told Greg about that. “No!”
“You’re over that?” Greg says, honestly surprised. Chip wasn’t the type to give up on something so easily.
“Yes.” Chip wonders if he should be drinking beer around Greg, and gets up roughly. He’ll try the eggnog, or help Brad decorate the tree. He heads for the kitchen, wondering if he’ll run into someone spiking the drinks already.
Somehow, he manages to forget the mistletoe, hung over the door. Drew had pointed it out to everyone when they arrived, and so far, only Colin and Jeff had been caught under it. (Chip had whistled with everyone else, but wondered at the easy, embarrassed smiles as they kissed. He wondered if Ryan had suspicions, then decided that Ryan could deal with it.)
Greg leans on the doorframe and taps his shoulder. “You forgot something, genius.” He pointed up.
Chip fakes a groan and turns to Greg. “Damn.” He mutters. There’s a crowd within seconds, and wolf-whistles even sooner. Brad makes camera-motions.
Chip leans in, hoping to get it over with within seconds. He’s not hiding his attraction to Greg very well, at this rate, but then again, he never did. The second they’re kissing, Chip is sure Greg knows.
Greg, of course, grins and deepens the kiss, tilting Chip over in true romantic style. When he lets Chip go, Chip can only lean on the doorframe and stare. And blush.
There are cheers, cat-calls, and then the attention fades away. In the corner of his eye, Chip can see Jeff walk away from the eggnog. However, his eyes seem to be stuck on Greg’s face.
“You liked that, eh?” Greg grins. “So that’s your big secret.” He never minds these things.
Chip breathes.
Greg pulls Chip into the now-empty kitchen. “Heh. You should’ve told me sooner.” Greg kisses Chip again, sweetly this time. He breaks it, and serves them both a glass of eggnog. Chip doesn’t mention the spiking. “Drink up, and be merry.”
Chip does. “Greg...”
“Quiet, chap.” Greg leans against the counter. “I must say, you have excellent taste.”
Chip wonders if he’s gotten himself into trouble or not. Greg only smiles and sips the eggnog. He might care about Chip, he might not, or he might still be involved with Ryan. Chip doesn’t know.
From the main room, he can hear Elvis-style caroling and banter. Colin walks in after a minute.
“We’re exchanging gifts.” He explains, and takes a gift from in the microwave.
They both head out, and in a moment Chip is reintegrated back into the Whose Line ways. He’ll deal with Greg later, he decides, cheerfully joking with Wayne.
And the gifts?
Through a very complicated system, (i.e. names pulled from a hat) Brad gives Chip a Golden Oldies CD, along with an apology, and Greg gets a solid gold coffee mug from Drew.
Greg lifts the mug, complains about its weight, and winks at Chip. “We’ll drink from it together, sweetie!” He exclaims, prompting laughs all around.
Chip decides, after all, that he doesn’t mind Christmas.
(…then the caroling begins.)
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claireweasley posted, so I guess I'll have a go.Title: Spreading the Cheer
Pairing: Greg/Chip, hints of others. (Including Colin/Jeff, as per request.)
Rating: PG
Summary: Christmas Party, Whose Line Style.
A/N: Written for Indy's Secret Santa Fic Exchange, for
asuka14, who asked for Chip/Greg or Jeff/Colin.---
Greg passes a beer over, grinning. “Cheer up, or I’ll force you under the mistletoe with Drew.”
Chip frowns and glances at Drew, who was still arguing with Ryan over spiking the eggnog. He wasn’t sure, at this point, who wanted to spike it, but he mentally made a note to avoid the eggnog. Even if Colin came out of the kitchen at this point to stop them both, Wayne (or Brad, or Jeff) would probably take the opportunity to do it themselves.
He takes the beer anyway, and offers a smile.
“That’s better.” Greg waves a hand at the Christmas decorations. “It’s Christmas, man. You can’t be down.”
“I’m not.” Chip takes a gulp of the beer, lying through his teeth. This is his third Christmas at this party, at this house, at this show, and he still hasn’t gotten up the nerve to confess to…well, anything. He had a crush on most of the Whose Line cast, he preferred to celebrate Hanukkah, and he really didn’t care for this brand of beer.
Greg, unfortunately, can see right through him. “You are, and I’m here to spread the Christmas cheer. What’s wrong?”
Chip isn’t about to confess.
Greg leans in. “Did your puppy die?” He says, in a semi-mocking tone. Chip always wondered how he never seemed to lose it, even when serious. “Is the government going to seize your house?”
“No.” Chip snaps. Why, why oh why, did fate send him Greg? Why not Ryan? He can hurt Ryan. Ryan will back off, and hold his back. Colin would be silent, simply being there, and anyone else would give up within a minute.
But Greg – “Let me see…the evidence. You’ve been down since you got here. You’ve been down since Thanksgiving, near as I can tell. Is it Christmas?”
“No.”
“Hmm…” Greg drawls. “Is it that crush on Wayne again?”
Chip wishes, for the fiftieth time, that he hadn’t told Greg about that. “No!”
“You’re over that?” Greg says, honestly surprised. Chip wasn’t the type to give up on something so easily.
“Yes.” Chip wonders if he should be drinking beer around Greg, and gets up roughly. He’ll try the eggnog, or help Brad decorate the tree. He heads for the kitchen, wondering if he’ll run into someone spiking the drinks already.
Somehow, he manages to forget the mistletoe, hung over the door. Drew had pointed it out to everyone when they arrived, and so far, only Colin and Jeff had been caught under it. (Chip had whistled with everyone else, but wondered at the easy, embarrassed smiles as they kissed. He wondered if Ryan had suspicions, then decided that Ryan could deal with it.)
Greg leans on the doorframe and taps his shoulder. “You forgot something, genius.” He pointed up.
Chip fakes a groan and turns to Greg. “Damn.” He mutters. There’s a crowd within seconds, and wolf-whistles even sooner. Brad makes camera-motions.
Chip leans in, hoping to get it over with within seconds. He’s not hiding his attraction to Greg very well, at this rate, but then again, he never did. The second they’re kissing, Chip is sure Greg knows.
Greg, of course, grins and deepens the kiss, tilting Chip over in true romantic style. When he lets Chip go, Chip can only lean on the doorframe and stare. And blush.
There are cheers, cat-calls, and then the attention fades away. In the corner of his eye, Chip can see Jeff walk away from the eggnog. However, his eyes seem to be stuck on Greg’s face.
“You liked that, eh?” Greg grins. “So that’s your big secret.” He never minds these things.
Chip breathes.
Greg pulls Chip into the now-empty kitchen. “Heh. You should’ve told me sooner.” Greg kisses Chip again, sweetly this time. He breaks it, and serves them both a glass of eggnog. Chip doesn’t mention the spiking. “Drink up, and be merry.”
Chip does. “Greg...”
“Quiet, chap.” Greg leans against the counter. “I must say, you have excellent taste.”
Chip wonders if he’s gotten himself into trouble or not. Greg only smiles and sips the eggnog. He might care about Chip, he might not, or he might still be involved with Ryan. Chip doesn’t know.
From the main room, he can hear Elvis-style caroling and banter. Colin walks in after a minute.
“We’re exchanging gifts.” He explains, and takes a gift from in the microwave.
They both head out, and in a moment Chip is reintegrated back into the Whose Line ways. He’ll deal with Greg later, he decides, cheerfully joking with Wayne.
And the gifts?
Through a very complicated system, (i.e. names pulled from a hat) Brad gives Chip a Golden Oldies CD, along with an apology, and Greg gets a solid gold coffee mug from Drew.
Greg lifts the mug, complains about its weight, and winks at Chip. “We’ll drink from it together, sweetie!” He exclaims, prompting laughs all around.
Chip decides, after all, that he doesn’t mind Christmas.
(…then the caroling begins.)
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