"To Touch, To Feel" [Ficlet]
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wl_fanfiction“To Touch, To Feel”
By: Mizz Meow
Pairing: Col/Ry
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This idea just popped into my head.
Summary: Colin’s POV of why Ryan touches him.
Disclaimer: don’t own, don’t sue, I have nothing to take anyway.
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By: Mizz Meow
Pairing: Col/Ry
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This idea just popped into my head.
Summary: Colin’s POV of why Ryan touches him.
Disclaimer: don’t own, don’t sue, I have nothing to take anyway.
******
Ryan is always touching me. I don’t think he knows he’s doing it, but it happens all the time.
A light hand on my elbow as we walk to center stage.
A touch on the arm to get my attention when he wants to tell me something.
A pat on the knee or a squeeze on the shoulder when Drew is giving me a hard time.
And then there are the games.
His hands always seem to find my shoulders.
Or my waist.
He drags me out on the stage when he has an idea for Scenes from a Hat.
Or he drags me back to our step if Drew let’s me rant during the same game.
He likes to lean into me when we play Greatest Hits. Our arms or shoulders just barely touching.
I often find his hands on my face during many games.
Helping Hands is our weird backwards hug. He is always trying to pull me as close as possible.
And yes, he licks my fingers during that game too. And no, I don’t think it’s gross at all.
Moving people doesn’t leave him much choice but to touch me. The selected audience members have full control of that.
Slow dancing is another of his excuses to touch me. I always let him lead. I don’t know why. Yes I do.
He always holds me just a bit closer than Wayne during Three Headed Broadway Star.
The Ravenous Boa Constrictor, kind of speaks for itself.
A hand on my thigh during Let’s Make A Date, is not uncommon for him either.
The kisses. The ones the audience loves so much. The one’s he always instigates.
And so many more I could list, but I won’t.
Why don’t I ever say anything to him about it?
Why should I need too?
I don’t mind it.
I let him touch me, because he needs to.
He needs to feel me.
And so I let him.
You might wonder why I’m not like that on stage too.
I’m shy.
I can’t just touch him, unless my suggestion prompts me too.
I don’t *not* like touching him.
But that’s not my style.
Do I touch him like that in private?
Hell, yes.
The way we touch in private would never make it to network television.
We could star in our own porno movies, the way we touch in private.
Because like he needs to feel me on stage, I need to feel him in private.
That’s why he touches me on stage.
That’s why I touch him in private.
End
A light hand on my elbow as we walk to center stage.
A touch on the arm to get my attention when he wants to tell me something.
A pat on the knee or a squeeze on the shoulder when Drew is giving me a hard time.
And then there are the games.
His hands always seem to find my shoulders.
Or my waist.
He drags me out on the stage when he has an idea for Scenes from a Hat.
Or he drags me back to our step if Drew let’s me rant during the same game.
He likes to lean into me when we play Greatest Hits. Our arms or shoulders just barely touching.
I often find his hands on my face during many games.
Helping Hands is our weird backwards hug. He is always trying to pull me as close as possible.
And yes, he licks my fingers during that game too. And no, I don’t think it’s gross at all.
Moving people doesn’t leave him much choice but to touch me. The selected audience members have full control of that.
Slow dancing is another of his excuses to touch me. I always let him lead. I don’t know why. Yes I do.
He always holds me just a bit closer than Wayne during Three Headed Broadway Star.
The Ravenous Boa Constrictor, kind of speaks for itself.
A hand on my thigh during Let’s Make A Date, is not uncommon for him either.
The kisses. The ones the audience loves so much. The one’s he always instigates.
And so many more I could list, but I won’t.
Why don’t I ever say anything to him about it?
Why should I need too?
I don’t mind it.
I let him touch me, because he needs to.
He needs to feel me.
And so I let him.
You might wonder why I’m not like that on stage too.
I’m shy.
I can’t just touch him, unless my suggestion prompts me too.
I don’t *not* like touching him.
But that’s not my style.
Do I touch him like that in private?
Hell, yes.
The way we touch in private would never make it to network television.
We could star in our own porno movies, the way we touch in private.
Because like he needs to feel me on stage, I need to feel him in private.
That’s why he touches me on stage.
That’s why I touch him in private.
End
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