Secret Santa fic

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Okies, here's mine. I did this for makingamochrie, who asked for pretty much anything Greg/Colin or Ryan/Colin or all three.
I'm pretty sure this wasn't what you had in mind, so my apologies lol.

Title: Late For The Sky
Author: Corliamat
Rating: Probably a hard R
Pairings: Greg/Colin. Ryan/Colin
Summary: Told from Greg's POV about love, loss, life etc.
Disclaimer: I presume nothing and make no money. Pure fiction
Warnings: Angst and m/m sex.


I never really gave much substance to the belief that beauty comes from within. In fact, I thought it was total bullshit and people were simply attracted to different types of people. Like the skinny guy who marries the fat girl or the tall woman who falls for a guy so short he has to slam-dunk his bus fare.
Genetics.

Of course there's always someone who comes along and fucks up your theory.

He really was nothing to look at upon first sight. His nose was a little hooked, his hair was, at best, threadbare and he bore, what I like to call, a pregnancy paunch. The kinda guy you'd expect to see managing a bank or doing your taxes.

But when he talks, when he's telling you a story or acting out a scene on stage, he comes alive.

My mom always told me that the feelings a mother has for her child, the absolute love, was something virtually impossible to put into words. If you've never felt it, you won't understand it, simple as that.

Describing the difference in him when he 'comes alive' is a similar thing. Some people cannot and will never see it. I pity those people.

For those of us who can I probably don't have to describe it, but I’ll try.

Its kinda like, one of those hideous fibre-optic angels your wife insists on buying at Christmas.

You look at it in the daylight and think 'jeeeeeezus! Who the Hell painted this thing? Ray Charles?'

Then, in the evening, you switch it on, and she becomes beautiful.

The lights shimmer and change through her wings and body, reds into greens into blues.....and you find yourself staring, enraptured. You feel warm and happy without quite knowing why.

That's him. As idiotic as it sounds. To me, that's him.


Falling in love with someone who doesn't share the same feelings is a really weird experience.

I can only liken it to being hit repeatedly in the chest with a sledgehammer, then having someone try to heal the bruises by papering them with flowers.

Sweet, but it does nothing to take away the pain.

That was my life with Colin Mochrie. He knew I was in love with him, he tried to heal me with sweet gestures, but he never took away the pain. He couldn't, even if he wanted to.

Because, of course, there was Ryan.

I smile at Colin and he smiles back, a genuine, happy smile that always reaches his eyes.

Ryan smiles at Colin and he shivers, his spine jellifies, his brain-cells up legs and flee and he barely remembers to smile back.

I don't think I’ve ever had that affect on anyone. To be honest, it'd scare the shit out of me if I did.

I remember exactly when they first got together, because Ryan called me.

It was during the first season of Drew's Line; apparently Ryan had upset Colin with a particularly acidic comment onstage.

He tried to apologise, but Colin was hurt, didn't want to know. So Ryan called me.

That pissed me off.

My initial thought was 'well fuck you, you don't deserve my help if you've upset him that much. Now excuse me while I muscle in'.

That was replaced very quickly by 'I've made some seriously acerbic comments to Colin over the years and they've never upset him, so obviously Ryan is important to him and using this to muscle in would be wrong.'

I really fucking hate my conscience.

Anyway, I consoled myself slightly by calling him an insensitive prick and telling him to go see Colin in his hotel room and apologise.

It didn't make me feel any better.

I really fucking hate my conscience.

My evening was spent waiting impatiently for the morning, so I could go to work and find out what had happened.

Turned out I wasn't the only one who got no sleep that night.

Sometimes I wish I was a bastard. I really do.

Colin was beaming as though he'd won the national lottery, been declared God of the universe and discovered a cure for cancer, parkinsons and briefs that ride up your ass all at once.

Ryan looked as smug as the proverbial cat who'd got the cream

So they were happy. For a while.

The first cracks started appearing during the second season.

I was having a cigarette outside one morning, when the doors burst open, practically flying off their hinges, and Colin emerged, lighting up as he sighed to a halt.

When I first saw him, I thought he looked good. Real good. He'd lost that dumb red colour in his hair, he'd also lost weight.

Seeing his tight features as he shakily puffed on his cigarette, I started to notice a gaunt, unhealthy look about him that I hadn't noticed before.

He looked troubled, his usually vibrant eyes were blank as though drained of emotion. The way your eyes look when you've been trying not to cry all night.

This was not good.

"Colin?"

My voice came out as barely a whisper, but it made him jump all the same.

"Greg, hi" he tried, failed, to smile.

I felt my stomach clench in hope at the same time my heart broke a little for him.

"Hey buddy, what's wrong?"

"I left her Greg."

I nearly asked "left who?", but that would have been stupid. As it was, I said nothing.

"I left her, turned my life upside-down, dragged myself through probably the worst few months of my life; and I did it for nothing."

I guess maybe I am part bastard, because my hope leapt up and literally shoved my heart aside right then. It sat there like an eager child, waiting for the words.

"Ryan and I broke up."

And while my little hope demon partied on in my chest, I managed to croak out just one word. I needed to know. Needed.

"Why?"

He laughed then, a repulsive, hollow laugh that sounded out of place coming from his mouth.

"Because" he sighed, perching himself next to me on the wall, "Ryan thinks I should have stayed with her. He doesn't understand why I did what I did; thinks everything would have been better if I’d just left well enough alone and carried on the way things were."

"Oh" I replied dumbly.

"Damn it Greg, I should have known! What the fuck was I thinking?"

My relief was palpable at his anger. That's it Colin, stay angry, I can cope with that. I can't cope with tears, I never know what to do or say.

I was kind of at war with my hand when it reached out to touch him, bringing it back several times before it tentatively landed on his shoulder.

"I'm...sorry."

Just about the most idiotic and pointless thing I could have said. Still, he leaned into my touch, thanking me silently.

Nothing else was said after that. Two more cigarettes were smoked and the afternoon taping began.

It was like working on an iceberg the atmosphere was so chilly.

The first half, Ryan spent ignoring Colin, the second half, Colin spent ignoring Ryan.

Wayne glanced at me several times, silently asking for some kind of insight or explanation.

Hey bud, Ryan's been my friend longer than Colin and they've both been my friends longer than you, so you can kiss my ass if you think you're gonna get any information out of me.

Besides, no one except Drew and I knew about their relationship and that's how they chose to keep it. You never know who's gonna get drunk and say what to whom.

I wanted to go to Colin that night, but I wasn't sure.

Would he want me there? Would he tell me to fuck off?

Could I really call myself his friend if I went to him knowing that part of me was hoping he'd let me take him to bed?

The answer was probably 'no' to all three, so I didn't go to him.

I found him instead, purely by chance.

I went to my usual bar, well, the one I usually frequented when I was taping, and there he was, propping up the bar with what was definitely not his first beer in hand.

I moved to stand beside him and motioned to the bar tender.

"Hey Colin."

He looked at me with unfocused eyes, then graced me with a smile that said 'I wish it hadn't been you that found me'.

"Hi Greg" he muttered into his beer glass.

"You want another?"

"The bar tender won't let me" he slurred, glaring crookedly at the little fat guy who was pouring my drink.

I forced my drink down in the awkward silence that followed, trying several times to pluck up courage enough to ask him how he was, before giving up completely.

He was too lost in his own little land of melancholy to notice anyway.

"Let me take you home" I said finally.

"I don't have a home" he muttered, staring at his beer glass as if willing it to refill.

"Let me take you back to your hotel then."

"I don't have a hotel."

It could easily have turned into an hour long 'have/haven't' fest, so I nipped it in the bud straight away by grabbing his arms and pointing him towards the door.

He made no protest, but I had to keep a hold of him. The one time I let him go his legs gave way and he crumpled to the floor.

Smart move Proops.

Getting him into a cab was like getting a shirt back into its wrapper once you've taken it out, but we managed it eventually with the help of the driver who pulled Colin from the other side and swore at him repeatedly in Polish.

Did you know that 'pojeb' is Polish for 'asshole'? Fun fact.

I knew where to take him. He always used the same hotel, same room.

The thought of doing anything remotely sexual with him had honestly not entered my head at all until we got to the door.

"You got your key?" I asked, propping him up against the wall mostly with my body, so I could use one hand to unlock the door.

He quietly fished in his pockets and pulled out his keys. It was then that my resolve slipped completely.

He was slumped against the wall, making him slightly shorter than me and he looked up at me with such sad eyes when he handed me the keys...

I kissed him. I had to. I could think of nothing else to do at that moment and I wanted to take that pain away.

His lips were dry and rough and he tasted of beer and cigarettes, I probably did too.

He let me kiss him for a while, until I lost myself and tried to slip my tongue in his mouth, then he pushed me away.

"Greg..."

His voice was rough and pleading, though quiet.

It was at that moment, looking into his sobering eyes, that I realised it.
He knew.

He knew I loved him, knew I wanted him and he was telling me "no".

I guess that should have been the time when my heart broke, shattered into the millions of pieces that people describe in romance novels and all that shit.

But it didn't, for many reasons.

For a few seconds I hated him, for a few more I hated myself.

He had split from his wife and split from his lover in a matter of months and was trying desperately to hold everything together.

The kiss could have waited and it was an unbelievably stupid thing to do at the time.

The upshot of it was, I wanted to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. So I unlocked the door and did my best to manoeuvre him inside.

I didn't expect Ryan to be sitting on the bed and, by the look on his face, neither did Colin.

"Col?"

Ryan looked at me, then back at Colin, clearly confused as to why I was dragging his drunken (ex?)lover back to his hotel room in the middle of the night.

Surprises all round then huh.

"Ryan."

Ouch! Can you describe a voice as 'made of stone'?

I really needed to leave.

"I'll just be..."

Ryan cut me off, probably forgotten I was even there. Analyzing that would only piss me off, so I’m not going to.

"Colin, please, we need to talk. I'm so sorry I..."

That was all I heard as I shut the door behind me and headed for the nearest liquor store. Right then I wanted to get drunk beyond the point of being physically able to stagger home.

It was a few weeks before I saw either of them again.

I'd managed to keep myself busy with a couple of projects, one of which took me back to the UK which is something I always enjoy; so I didn't have time to dwell on my feelings or what had happened between Colin and myself.

I nearly called him a few times, just to see if he was okay. Well, partly to see if he was okay and partly to find out if there was any hope of...I dunno...,something happening between us.

At the same time I really didn't want to be told a firm and final 'no', or find out he and Ryan were back together and have that hope come crashing down around me.

So I didn't call.

You may think I’m a miserable coward, but I'm not. I'm a perfectly happy one, so there.

I saw Colin before he saw me, as I was getting out of my car, and took the opportunity to study him for a few seconds.

He looked fine, the air of sadness that had surrounded him that night seemed to have disappeared. In fact, he was smiling to himself.

I realised he'd gotten out of the passenger seat of his car a split second before Ryan emerged from the driver's side.

Fuck!

"Greg! Hey!"

They were both smiling at me and making their way over, so I swallowed my disappointment and waved back.

I thought that maybe Colin had been too drunk to remember the kiss. However, as they approached, their smiles matched but his eyes held a look of sadness, directed at me.

Great, we all love to be pitied by our peers.

On the plus side, he clearly hadn't told Ryan about it, he greeted me with his usual open happiness. Which was a mighty relief.

Colin pulled me to one side later that day and asked if we could talk.

I wanted to say no, but I never could quite manage that with him, so we went out for a smoke instead.

It took him two very long drags on his cigarette before he said anything.

"We talked a lot that night" he started, assuming rightly that I knew what he was talking about and needing no preamble. "Ryan can't leave his family, at least not yet. His kids are too young and vulnerable. So, we're going to carry on with the secrecy until he feels they'll be old and wise enough to cope."

He looked hard into my eyes then, asking me to understand.

I did understand. I understood that Ryan wanted to have his cake and eat it too.

I wanted to shout at Colin, tell him to stop being so fucking stupid, tell him he was agreeing to be Ryan's 'dirty little secret', only to be revealed when and if Ryan decided.

I wanted to tell him he'd be better off with me.

But I said "Okay".

So we all carried on. With the show and the touring, I saw more of Colin than I wanted , but less than I needed.

Our friendship continued, albeit a little strained, but we kept it in check.

The kiss was never spoken of, my feelings were never spoken of and Ryan remained blissfully unaware.

A large part of me resented the hell out of Colin for that, but he was as much a slave to his emotions as me, I couldn't realistically blame him.

The shit hit the fan in quite a spectacular way during the tapings for season five.

I was walking past Ryan's dressing room when I heard a snippet of conversation that made me stop in my tracks.

"I'm not doing this on purpose Colin!"

"I'll tell you what you're doing Ryan, you're taking the piss out of me that's what!"

"Col..."

"No Ryan! You told me that you had to wait for your kids to grow up, now you're telling me Pat's pregnant, ensuring that we'll never be at that point!"

Oh...damn!

"Colin that's not how it happened!"

"Fuck you Ryan! You go off and spend the rest of your life playing happy families! I don't need this shit!"

I didn't have time to even think about trying to hide the fact that I’d been eavesdropping, Colin stormed out, coming to an abrupt halt at seeing me.

Nothing even half-way coherent had any hope of finding its way to my mouth at that point, all I could do was stare at him and wait. For what, I didn't know.

His entire body was trembling, his eyes hard and unreadable as he forced himself not to shatter.

I half expected him to yell at me, something along the lines of "happy now?" or "did you enjoy the show?", but he simply met my stare.

I'll see your 'oh shit' and raise you a 'fuck you'.

But his anger wasn't directed at me and, after a few seconds, the hard look in his eyes changed to a kind of resigned sadness and he simply sighed and walked away.

I'd never seen Ryan cry in all the years I’d known him, so hearing the hitched sobs coming from his room added to my already shocked senses.

As much as I’d deliberately tried to pull back from our friendship and as hypocritical as it was, I went to him. I couldn't not.

I sat with him and held him as he cried. At one point he was sobbing so hard his entire body was heaving.

I felt guilty.

I felt guilty because my arms were around him and my mind was with Colin.

I mean, what kind of person does that make me when I’m consoling my friend and at the same time wondering if I finally have a chance with the man he's just split from?

Normal I guess. Thinking and doing are two completely different things.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that Proops.

I swear, if my conscience doesn't kill me, that fucking thrice-damned hope sprite will.

Ryan clung to me like I was the last solid object left in a watery world.

Send me to Hell, but crying people are a lot easier to cope with when they don't expect you to say anything.

That he was crying so hard and so brokenly actually surprised me. I guess it had been easier for me to paint Ryan as the villain of the piece in all this. I hadn't, up to that point, stopped to really think about his situation.

From what I’ve gathered through our many conversations, Colin's family have always been pretty free-spirited and open-minded about life.

Ryan comes from a family that makes the word 'normal' look surreal. All boys, home-maker mother, hard-working father who processed fish for a living. Fish for crying out loud! Jeez, how much more normal can you get?

It's a scary step to take when you have two point three children and an average family to emotionally support.

I held him a little tighter as a silent apology, even though he had no idea that I was apologising, or what I’d done wrong in the first place.

I resolved then that I’d heroically shove my feelings aside and do my level best to get them to talk it out.

That didn't even last a day.

I'd left Ryan drying his eyes and splashing water on his face in the bathroom and fled home.

I decided against alcohol, knowing I needed to think seriously about what was going on.

Of course, after attempting that for the best part of an hour, I changed my mind and poured myself a drink.

I knew it had to stop, this ridiculous need, this fire, love, whatever the fuck it was I had for Colin. It was self-destructive and obviously going nowhere.

Trying to rationally think about irrational feelings is the quickest way to a migraine.

The knock at my door surprised and irritated me. I had needed, and fully expected, the time alone. Even if I couldn't work out what the hell to do, I had some weeping, open wounds to lick and I’ve always preferred to that in private.

"I need a drink" Colin said, brushing past me before I’d even registered him being there.

I lamely asked the space he'd previously occupied to come in, then joined him in my living room.

He poured and downed two large tumblers of whiskey before talking to me again.

"I need to feel" he said, pinning me to the floor with a stare that tore right through me.

We never lost eye-contact as he approached.

In hindsight, I realise he was silently begging me to say 'no' with that look, but, as I said before, I could never say no to Colin.

He nearly knocked me backwards with the ferocity of the kiss, sharing the whiskey fumes with me as his tongue forced entrance into my mouth.

It was like having a cigarette after going without for a couple of days. My head was spinning and oh God I wanted him.

I tried to take control of the situation by grabbing his ass and backing him against the wall, but he quickly reversed our positions.

The buttons on my shirt went flying in his haste to get at my skin, his hot mouth latching on to my nipple as soon as it was exposed.

Everything was moving too quickly but I was afraid to make him pause incase he came to his senses and stopped altogether. Maybe he was thinking that too, because his hot, wet mouth was travelling rapidly down my torso, on its way to the place I needed it most.

A man with a raging hard-on is the most selfish creature on the planet; and right then, you couldn't have stopped me for the world.

I nearly lost it completely at the first swipe of his tongue over my already weeping tip. My whole body shuddered and I had to grab onto his shoulders just to keep myself upright.

I looked down, riveted by the sight of my cock disappearing into Colin's hungry mouth. I don't think I’ve ever seen anything so damned sexy in my life.

I felt his hand snake round to my ass, fingers probing for the opening, so I shucked my pants from round my ankles and lifted my leg to give him easier access.

It hurt a bit when the first finger entered me, but I craved it. The pain only added to my desire.

By the time he added a third finger, stretching me, preparing me, my legs were nothing more than a jellified mass.

I felt the heat rising from the tips of my toes and up my legs before exiting violently into Colin's willing mouth, his name a mantra on my lips as I collapsed into a boneless heap on the floor.

He fished his wallet out of his pocket, pulling a wrapped condom from it before granting me a questioning look.

"Oh God yes!" Was all I could manage verbally. I turned onto my front, waving my ass in what I hoped was a provocative manner.

It must have worked because I heard him groan and rip the foil from the packet.

He entered me in one swift stroke and my legs felt as if an electric shock was running through them. I didn't realise how big he was. I briefly wondered if Ryan bottomed for him, but shoved that disarming thought aside and pushed myself onto him, forcing him deeper.

I wanted to make this good for him, I wanted him to see what he'd been missing and, just in case, I wanted to make sure I’d never forget this.

He was pounding me so hard I had to brace my hand against the wall so I didn't fly head-first into it. But it felt so fucking good!

Usually people cry out their lover's name during orgasm, or find a new faith in the almighty.

Colin's cry wrenched me from my cloud of euphoria and sent me plummeting back to earth with a crash.

"I'm so sorry, I’m so sorry. Oh God Greg, I'm so sorry!"

He pulled out of me straight away, staggering to my couch and burying his face in his hands.

It took a few moments for my senses to gather themselves together enough to get to my feet and join him.

"Hey" I whispered, putting an arm around him even as the fear started coiling like a snake in my stomach.

"I'm so sorry Greg, I shouldn't have done that."

His voice was muffled through his hands, so I grabbed his wrists, forcing them away from his face.

"Colin its okay" I said softly, but he merely shook his head.

"No its not. I know how you feel and I took advantage of that. I just needed to feel wanted and..."

"Hey" I cut him off, cupping his face in hands and forcing him to look at me. "I didn't say no did I?"

"No, but..."

This time I silenced him with a kiss, softer and a lot more heartfelt than the one he'd given me.

He whimpered a little when I deepened the kiss, probing every nook and cranny of his mouth with my tongue.

I felt myself getting hard again, which surprised me a little given my age. But then, I had Colin Mochrie in my arms, something my body had craved for a long long time.

"Greg, don't" he pleaded as I pushed him down onto the couch.

"Shhhh" I whispered, "just let me."

I made love to him slowly, he was still mostly dressed so I took my time peeling the clothing from his body, tasting every inch of his exposed skin. Like a condemned man determined to enjoy his last meal, licking the final drops from the plate.

The next morning, I woke up face-down on the couch and alone.

Which I pretty much expected.

I didn't find Colin's note until I’d had two cups of coffee and a cigarette. He'd left it on my coffee table and I must have kicked it off in my sleep.

Greg, I'm sorry I had to leave. I have a lot to sort out in my head right now and I need some time.
Please understand.
I'll call you.
Colin.

I spent three days trying not to think about him calling me, before I decided 'fuck it' and went round to his place.

About year after his marriage ended, Colin had purchased a small town house in one of the quieter suburbs. Typical of Mochrie. He has the money to buy a big place, but doesn't see the point as its only him.

Sometimes he can be so damn practical. Drives me crazy.

Everything about him drives me crazy, which is why I found myself pulling up outside his house at midnight, not even registering the hour, the journey, the cigarette I was smoking....

You get the general idea. I was a mess.

Part of me had hoped that sex with him would burst the bubble and get him out of my system. Unfortunately, it just added fuel to my need.

I couldn't bear not to see him, even if it meant finding out something I didn't want to know.

Love makes you fucked up crazy. I hate it.

So, with hope and abject terror bitch-slapping the shit out of each other in my stomach, I got out of my car and walked up his driveway.

The first thing I noticed, was that his front door was wide open, as if someone had burst in.

My immediate thought was 'burglar' or 'rabid fan'.

If I'd have had the capacity to think logically about it at that point...

I hesitantly stepped inside, into the small hallway, and towards the living room.

And there they were.

I could just about make Colin out, he was facing Ryan, whose back was towards me, suitcase at his feet.

"I've left her Col. I've done it. I can't live without you...Please tell me its not too late. Please baby...please..."

He sort of...collapsed, for want of a better word, on to Colin at that point.

For the second time in my life, I was witnessing Ryan crying his heart out. It unnerved me.

Colin was slow to wrap his arms around him, but once he did, he squeezed him tightly.

His eyes widened slightly when he glanced up and saw me standing there. For a second he looked awkward, like a child caught stealing cookies.

Like a man caught cheating.

Shit, that was unfair of me. But, right then, all I could think about was the raw, hollow pain creeping up my throat.

'I'm sorry' he mouthed to me, laying his cheek against Ryan's head and stroking his hair softly.

Then they came, the tears he'd been holding in since the first time they'd split up, all those years ago.

He was finally allowing his heart to break, now that he knew it'd be mended.

And I finally allowed mine to break, now that I knew I never stood a chance.

Damn.

Fin

Comments

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

Are you kidding me? I had absolutely no idea you'd written this! This is outstanding! That didn't come out right.... LOL! You know I love your stuff, but this was not the style I was used to reading from you, so you had me totally fooled.

I fucking LOVE this story! I feel really really bad for Greg in the end, but that doesn't ruin my enjoyment of what is an outstanding story. You had me grinning like a fool when I read it. Thank you so very much!!!

[corliamat.livejournal.com]

I had absolutely no idea you'd written this! This is outstanding!

Oh Gee, *thanks*! *g*

Hell of a relief that you liked it, I was severely worried lol.

[corliamat.livejournal.com]

:D Thank ya Waff!

[irradiatedsoup.livejournal.com]

Oh, ouch, Poor Greg. Achey in the best way. You write Greg beautifully spot-on and, yep. Great stuff.

[corliamat.livejournal.com]

Thank ya Claire :)

[clayangel.livejournal.com]

Its kinda like, one of those hideous fibre-optic angels your wife insists on buying at Christmas. -- *blinks* *bursts out laughing* This might be less funny to me if my aunt didn't insist on buying mulptiple ones of these for us. And the concept of comparing Colin to one is priceless.

I can only liken it to being hit repeatedly in the chest with a sledgehammer, then having someone try to heal the bruises by papering them with flowers. -- This is absolutely beautiful. I think we've all experienced unrequited love, and this is a pretty good description of that.

And while my little hope demon partied on in my chest -- I'm totally digging all this hope talk in this scene. They're fantastic images, clear metaphors and they add to the scene without overwheliming it.

Getting him into a cab was like getting a shirt back into its wrapper once you've taken it out -- And THAT is an absolutely fantastic metaphor. ^_^

I saw more of Colin than I wanted , but less than I needed. -- I like this line, too. It's simple and beautiful.\

That really was gorgeous. I think it's absolutely my favorite thing you've ever written. Your Greg was absolutely fantastic, and I love the way he thought about Colin—obsessive, like an addiction, and I've always had the impression that that's what love is like for Greg, pleasure and pain and all that good stuff.

[corliamat.livejournal.com]

Thank you Clay :)

My first ever POV and Greg type fic, so i was absolutely freaking out. That AND the daunting task of writing for makingamochrie.

I actually got nagged into buying one of those angels this year lol. Kinda round-the-houses metaphor, but it immediately sprang to mind when I was writing.

Sorry Colin. *wince*

[desiredeffect.livejournal.com]

Cae, you made me cry :( *sniffles dramatically*

And I finally allowed mine to break, now that I knew I never stood a chance.
Greg nooo! *envelops him in a giant hug*

[corliamat.livejournal.com]

I'm sowwie :( *hugs you a lot*

[almostjulie.livejournal.com]

I really liked this. Your Greg voice was great and I liked the interpretation of Ryan and Colin's relationship through his eyes. Oh, and I loved the last two lines :)

[corliamat.livejournal.com]

Thank you Julie :)

[sungreen70.livejournal.com]

Yikes! I just realized I never commented on this. I read it late because I was away for Christmas, but I did read it quite a while ago. It's beautifully written - I love your Greg. His sarcastic "voice" is great, but he's also kinda vulnerable, and I really like that.

I'm not gonna quote all my favorite lines, cuz there's just so damn many of them. But this just blew me away:

He was finally allowing his heart to break, now that he knew it'd be mended.

And I finally allowed mine to break, now that I knew I never stood a chance.

And on the lighter side:

Did you know that 'pojeb' is Polish for 'asshole'? Fun fact. *snort*

Oh, and I love the title :)

Awesome piece. One of my all time favorites.

[corliamat.livejournal.com]

Thank ya honey :) Hope you're feeling better BTW.

Ah, the title. Late For the Sky has to be one of the most beautiful songs ever written. *le sigh*

I've been wanting to write a fic based around it for ages. It's more of a 'breaking up after a long-term relationship' type song, but I was listening to it (again) when I started writing this so it seemed appropriate.

[sungreen70.livejournal.com]

Late For the Sky has to be one of the most beautiful songs ever written. *le sigh*

No argument there. I adore Jackson Browne. And I had it in my head as I was reading and it did go well with the mood of the story.

Gotta get out the Jackson CDs now...

(oh yeah - feeling better! Thanks!)

[simplysly.livejournal.com]

Awww, poor Greg *cuddles him*

It's all angsty and beautiful, Cae. Really it is.

[simplysly.livejournal.com]

Spamity.