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Title: Four AM
Pairing(s): Ry/Col
Rating: G
A/N: Again more things for Cae's birthday :D I may or may not die before I finish the next 5.
But on the bright side, afterwards I'll stop posting them! xD
Disclaimer: It's not lying, it's a gift for fiction. For ALL of these drabbles again.

Colin was cold and, more importantly, Colin was tired. It was a bone deep ache, an utter weariness that made him feel years older then he should. The breeze was biting, sapping the little warm the clothes he wore provided and leaving him shivering. But he couldn’t bring himself to care as he stood on the balcony, fingers gripping the edge of it in a white knuckled grip as he stared morosely out at the view.

It was starting to snow again, something it always seemed to do in Toronto but still Colin didn’t move, watching with a certain fascination as the snowflakes fell, settling in perfect peace onto the road, the pavement, the flora (and in some cases the fauna). He didn’t have to turn to know Ryan was behind him. He felt it, in the way his heart clenched painfully within his chest. Call him a walking, talking cliché but Ryan had that effect on him.

A warm hand covered his left one, fingers interlacing with his but Colin refused to acknowledge it.

”Col,” the voice is soft, almost inaudible but Colin seemed to have managed to attune himself to everything Ryan that it came out clear as day – assuming it wasn’t snowing, “what are you doing out here? It’s freezing.”

“I’m watching the snow.”

He hears Ryan shift from one foot to the other, feels the hand as it gently squeezes his own, smells the faint tinge of alcohol mingled with the cologne Ryan knows Colin loves.

“Come inside Col.” Ryan’s right hand is resting on his right shoulder, burning a heat into his skin that Colin knows will take days to disappear. He feels himself instinctively relax under that slight pressure, fingers relaxing their grip on the railing as he turned around, wrapping his arms around Ryan’s neck and brushing their noses together.

”Eskimo kisses on the balcony, Col? Aren’t you being a little too girly?” Ryan’s voice was tinged with amusement even as his arms circled Colin, returning the gesture.

”Hush.”

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Title: Royal In The Afternoon
Pairing(s): Ry/Col
Rating: G

Rolling around on the floor wrestling and yelling like a couple of complete idiots wasn’t really Colin’s thing. But pack an entire block of chocolate into his system; mix carefully with extreme tiredness and every finely tuned detail of common sense flies out the window. Ryan of course, was never one to miss out on festivities, though while he didn’t quite have the entire block or the tiredness down, he did have Colin, and that apparently was incentive enough to act like a little kid.

They’d been playing a game. A childish one, but a game nonetheless. It consisted of the both of them sitting around the living room table with an assortment of clothing from scarves and beanies to mittens and socks, two blocks of chocolate, a knife, a fork and a single die.

The game wasn’t really fit for a group of less than three people but they’d managed anyway, right up until the point that Colin had stolen the other block of chocolate and run away declaring loudly as he vanished from sight that it was time to play hide and seek.

Ryan found him an hour later sitting in the bedroom closet, surrounded by the foil Colin seemed to have shredded up in to a million pieces. Chocolate stains on the edge of his mouth and a complete absence of it anywhere else gave away the fate of the poor sugar laden snack. Grabbing Colin by the shoulders he pulled him out of the closet and on to the floor, hands scrabbling for purchase on the soft carpet of each other’s clothing, starting an impromptu wrestling match.

Ryan eventually grabbed Colin in a one armed hug – which was actually more like a headlock – and stilled his movements.

”Col, you remember when we did this as kids?”

”Mmm.”

“I always kicked your ass.”

“S’because you’re a giant lanky freak of a man. When you were ten you were like the male version of Twiggy. Only a hell of a lot uglier.”

“This coming from you.”

Colin’s answering smile was like the sun coming up. His answering call in the wrestling stakes was to flip Ryan over and smile lightly.

“You were saying?”

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Title: Witchcraft
Pairing(s): Ry/Col, side of Greg/Jeff if you wanna take it like that
Rating: G

“Colin you look adorable, like some kind of overly large teddy bear.”

”Don’t patronise me.”

”I’m serious. You do.”

Ryan’s hands tweaked the large furry ears atop Colin’s head, fingers stroking through the polar fleece material before pulling on them again, only to be stopped by Colin’s hands covering his and an irritable ‘Do you mind?’.

Ryan just laughed, withdrawing his hands to tip his cowboy hat to one side, giving him a rakish appearance. Absently he patted down his vest, to find his cigarettes.

“No time. We have to go or we’re going to be late.” Fingers – more accurately, fur-enclosed fingers - encircled his wrist and dragged him forward toward the door. Ryan bemoaned the loss of the opportunity to have one last smoke the entire way there.

Colin hit him.

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Later that evening Ryan had escaped to the relatively fresh air, enjoying the lost cigarettes with Greg. Smoke curled into the crisp night air, the ends of the cigarettes burning orange as they took alternate drags.

Blowing out a perfect smoke ring, Greg – who was dressed as a fairy for some ungodly reason – turned his head to look at Ryan.

”Okay, you got me. How’d you get Colin in to that thing?”

Ryan smiled, flicking his hat back expertly before tugging unconsciously at the bandana around his neck. “I could ask you the same thing. That outfit was made for a woman, and yet he wears it … like he was one. I didn’t think he was quite that curvy.”

Greg snorted abruptly, casting a look around for his delicate bumblebee of a boyfriend. “It was Jeff’s idea.”

“Before or after you manipulated him?”

Greg smiled deviously and winked.

“I’m not sure the heels were necessary though.”

“I just wanted to make sure the outfit looked authentic!”

“Sure. The only way to test clothing’s durability is to see how quickly you can rip it in the process of getting it off.”

”You’re gonna eat those words Stiles, I can guarantee it.”

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Exhausted, Ryan collapsed unceremoniously on to the bed, watching Colin potter around for a few more minutes before the older man joined him, still dressed in his cat suit.

“I still maintain you would’ve looked better as a bear.”

Colin yawned, tipping the head of the Dr Seuss logo off of his head and giving Ryan a look.

“I’m serious.” Ryan sat up arms circling Cat-Colin and nuzzling in to his neck. “Then I could’ve made jokes about you being fuzzy-wuzzy.”

“Remind me what medication you’re on, please.”

”The best kind.”

“Ry? I can’t reach the zipper, can you get it for me?”

Ryan frowned, lifting up Colin’s arm. “How can you not reach that Col?”

Colin flushed. “I can’t grasp it properly.” He waved a cloth-covered hand as is to prove his point. “Cat, remember?”

“That bastard!”

“Hm? Ry, why haven’t you unzipped it yet?”

“That’s the problem, I can’t either. Greg’s super glued the zip shut.”

“I’ll get the scissors.” Colin sighed dramatically and made to move, before the hand around his waist dragged him back.

”No. I have an easier solution.” Reaching behind Colin’s head, he took a hold of the Cat in the Hat head in his giant hands before breathing instructions into Colin’s ear followed by a short countdown and the unmistakeable sound of cloth ripping.

A toy head went flying across the room as Ryan pulled Colin back on to the bed, latching teeth onto Colin’s neck.

”Much better, don’t you think teddy bear?”

He really did deserve the pillow smacking him in the face.

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Title: If We Can't Get It Together
Pairing(s): Ry/Col
Rating: G

Colin was away and Ryan was bored. Very bored. Super bored. He’s already cleaned the house, done the laundry, stocked the fridge, washed the dishes and vacuumed the floor. He even went out and bought air freshener for the toilet.

Ryan knew this was something important that Colin had to go back down to L.A for, but he was seriously wishing he could have pleaded with him to stay. He probably would have, but then Ryan would’ve felt guilty from stopping him from making the world a better place in his own very Mochrie’d way of thinking. Basically it was a lose-lose situation and Ryan didn’t like it one bit. Apparently you couldn’t have your cake and snuggle it too.

He didn’t call. Figured that if Colin needed anything he would call home first, thus erasing the need for Ryan to even pick up the phone. But Colin didn’t call either.

Ryan felt a little lost after two weeks of no contact.

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The front door clicked and swung open revealing a shivering Colin and the taillights of the taxi that’d brought him home. Gingerly he picked up his suitcases and stepped inside, over the threshold into a semblance of warmth and shut the door. Leaving them in the foyer he ventured further in to the house, entering the kitchen and flicking on the lights. It was spotless, completely and horrendously clean. Colin stood and stared in a certain amount of awe at the absolute cleanliness of the kitchen before moving in to the dining room, only to find the same thing. The table had been cleaned, the candles cut off at the bases as to be the same size, the liquor bottles stacked neatly and orderly in their cabinet even if the door was open.

Stepping through the archway he was greeted with an interesting sight. The living too, was in an immaculate condition save for the half-full tumbler and the bottle of scotch. The distinct lack of Ryan in the picture dimmed his spirits slightly but his attention was drawn away when the bathroom door opened and light flooded the living room.

Ryan stumbled out, dressed casually in black slack and a dark green shirt, muttering about gigantic feet when he look up and caught Colin’s eye, expression registering one of sheer disbelief.

“Col?” Ryan’s voice was soft and reverent as if anything above a whisper would make him disappear.

Colin had barely finished nodding his head in the affirmative when he was jumped by six-foot forever of sheer male, wrapping himself around him as if Ryan was trying to climb in to Colin’s skin.

Colin smiled, burying his nose into that shirt and gratefully inhaling the scent that had he missed so badly it had prevented him from sleeping.

”Don’t you ever not call me again, you big oaf.”