Mac's Christmas Tree, Part 2 of 3, 1267 words

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Title: Mac's Christmas Tree, Part 2
Author: simplysly
Rating: PG-13, for swearing.  Ryan has a potty mind.
Main Charactor(s)/Pairing: Ry&Col
Summary: Ryan and Colin's further adventures attempting to get Mac her Christmas tree.  Also known as the case of Ryan being stupid while attempting to be smart.
Note, this is Mac's Christmas Tree, Part 2.  Part 1 can be found here: http://simplysly.livejournal.com/10085.html#cutid2

It turned out that the way to get the tree down the hill involved a lot of pushing, pulling, and cursing.  By the time they got the tree to the car, Ryan’s back was acting up worse than that time that Chip had unexpectedly jumped on him.  He was able to help Colin get the tree onto the car’s roof (barely), and then tossed the shorter man the keys.  Colin frowned, but didn’t ask any of the questions he wanted to.  Ryan dropped his eyes from Colin’s gaze, and climbed into the passenger side.  Damn it. Why did he have to choose today to leave his pills at home?

 

Colin opened the driver’s side door and slid into the seat there.  He cranked the ignition, and turned the heat up to full blast.  They sat there for a moment, letting the car warm up.  Ryan had been sitting with his eyes closed, resting his head on the seat, when Colin moved suddenly, causing his eyes to pop open.  Colin had reached into the back seat and brought forward a thermos and two mugs.  Ryan eyed them hopefully.  This might just be

 

“That’s your special cocoa, isn’t it?” Colin smiled as he unscrewed the cap and poured some of the thermos’ contents into the mugs.

 

“It is.  Guaranteed pick-me-up, and all around putting of Stiles’ into better moods.”  It was true.  No matter what happened the rest of the year, Ryan made sure that he and Colin were on good terms around Christmas, as it was the only time of year that Colin made his special cocoa.  His kids loved it too, and he had the feeling that if he made them miss a year, they would make him regret it until Colin made cocoa again.  Ryan had been trying without success to get Colin to give him the recipe.  Hell, even Colin’s mother couldn’t get the recipe out of the stubborn man (although how much of that was because Colin had guess that Ryan had asked her to run interference he still wasn’t sure).

 

Greedily, Ryan reached for one of the mugs, but Colin easily batted his hands away.  The older man affixed him with a stern stare.  “Where, exactly, are your pills?”

 

Damn it.  Colin wasn’t supposed to ask.  He was supposed to give the ambrosia to Ryan, drink his own, and then drive the car down the hill back towards civilization.  Of course, under almost any under circumstances, Ryan wouldn’t even bother to answer the question.  Somehow, though, he got the impression that if he didn’t answer honestly, his cocoa was going out the window.  Curse Colin and his using the nectar of the gods as blackmail!  Ok, so he now sounded like a fucking child, but damn it, any one that had ever had some of Colin’s cocoa would understand.

 

“On top of my dresser.” Colin’s look intensified, and Ryan found himself quailing under it.

 

“Is it at least on your dresser at my place?”  They were spending Christmas this year in Canada.  Colin had been on tour most of the year with Brad, while Ryan hadn’t gone much of anywhere, so it was a small concession that seemed to have meant a lot to Deb.

 

“Yes.  Pat wouldn’t have let me come this far without it.” Ryan’s tone conveyed exactly what he thought of this overprotectiveness, while Colin’s frown indicated that he didn’t think that this was nearly protective enough.  “Come on, Col, I’m not that bad most of the time.  As long as I’m not lifting anything, I’m good.”

 

Colin continued to frown at him, but allowed Ryan to take his mug.  Ryan hummed in happiness as he inhaled the steam still lightly rising from the delicious cocoa.  There were few things that Ryan had allowed himself to savor in the fast paced world of improvisational comedy, but Colin’s cocoa topped that list.  He closed his eyes and took a tiny sip, just enough to let the flavor explode along his tongue.  He moaned, this stuff was good, better than last years even (although, Ryan admitted privately, he always thought that this years batch was better than the previous, maybe it was because the long amounts of time between each tasting).  When he opened his eyes again, Colin was looking at him, an unfamiliar expression on his face.

 

Now, if it were nearly anyone except for Ryan Stiles, an unfamiliar expression on everyone’s favorite bald Canadian’s face wouldn’t have been a big deal.  However, over the more than 20 years that they had been friends and occasional roommates, Ryan had seen (and categorized) what he thought had been all of his friend’s expressions and moods.  To discover that there was one that he didn’t know was unsettling, to say the least.

 

“What?”  Ryan cursed Colin’s acting ability.  The older man had blinked, and his face was back to a neutral expression.  Damn it, when had Colin become so good at that?

 

“Enjoying your cocoa, I take it?” There was more to this question, but Ryan couldn’t figure it out.  He decided that answering the surface question would have to be enough.

 

“I am.  You always make the best cocoa.  Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to get the recipe out of you?”

 

“Nope.”  Colin smirked smugly for a second before taking a sip of his own cocoa.  Immediately he made a face.  “It needs more of the secret ingredient.”

 

Ryan frowned, before taking a larger sip of his.  “It tastes perfect.”

 

There was that look again, although there was a hint of something darker in Colin’s eyes, and damn it if Colin didn’t clear his face before Ryan could figure it out.  Decisively, Colin opened the car door and emptied his mug onto the snow.  He followed this by stepping out to double check the knots that tied the tree to the roof.  Ryan frowned.  He and Colin had checked the knots before he had gotten into the car (it had taken enough effort to get the damn tree down the hill, it had better stay on the fucking car until Mackenzie was able to see it).  It was almost as if Colin as attempting busy work that got him away from Ryan for the moment.

 

He took a healthy swallow of his cocoa, and then decided to ponder that thought some more.  Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t any where near dumb, even if he hadn’t finished high school.  In fact, when you looked back, consistently the majority of popular comedians had higher than average I.Q’s.  Ryan turned that intellect now to looking back over the day.

****

Ryan frowned, before taking a larger sip of his.  “It tastes perfect.”

****

He closed his eyes and took a tiny sip, just enough to let the flavor explode along his tongue.  He moaned, this stuff was good, better than last years even.

****

“Yes.  Pat wouldn’t have let me come this far without it.” Ryan’s tone conveyed exactly what he thought of this overprotectiveness, while Colin’s frown indicated that he didn’t think that this was nearly protective enough. 

****

He was losing, his hand was creeping out of the pocket, and oh god, he was reaching for Colin who was blissfully unaware, enjoying his surroundings.


“Hey! Look at this one! It’s perfect!”

****

It was now Colin’s turn to glare at Ryan.


“Because you drove us here. It would be easier, you said. We’d have a better selection, you said. The tree had to be perfect, you said. Only the best for your little girl, you said.”

****

 

Well, fuck.

Comments

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

This is really intriguing! I like it alot! More please?

[simplysly.livejournal.com]

Eventually. When I'm less brain dead. And Ryan stops being an idiot (which could take awhile). Also, would you be interested in this (http://simplysly.livejournal.com/15367.html)?

[makingamochrie.livejournal.com]

It sounds like an awesome project. Unfortunately, you're talking to a tree hugger. I'm paperless (and usually napkinless unless it's going to be used to wipe food away) so everything I write goes directly onto my puter. I'm a horrible doodler as well, so....*g*

I know how it's very cool, though. A few birthdays ago, I got a FedEx in the mail with the doodles and lyrics (who whould sing which line) for Last Dance written by my friend and heroinne Lucy "Xena" Lawless. It was the original, and now I have it framed and hanging in my living room, knowing no one else has one like it, so I can relate. I just don't do it.

[simplysly.livejournal.com]

I'm vegetarian, but I still end up in places with napkins (bars, restaurants, coffeeshops...) and all it takes is one! Doodles are excellent!

I'd be willing to send you one of my extras (I don't even remember why I have them, so it would be nice to put them to good use).

(for the second idea, I'm thinking more of a whole lot of photoshop)

[razberrycreme.livejournal.com]

OOO, how cute! they're realizing it! YAY! I hope we get more soon!! :D

[simplysly.livejournal.com]

It will be eventually. Ryan's being stupid, and doesn't want to listen to reason. So, it's moved down on the list (http://simplysly.livejournal.com/16661.html).

[desiredeffect.livejournal.com]

My my my. Someone was productive today weren't they. :D

Here's to Ryan being less of an ass and full of a more cooperating sack of vaguely wrong Colin!sex. :D

[irradiatedsoup.livejournal.com]

You have been busy! I am digging this. Totally. :D

[simplysly.livejournal.com]

*clings to* you're back! Now the muse might work again!

I'm glad you're enjoying this, sorry it took so long to get out... And as soon as Ryan stops being stupid, part three will be out.