wl_fanfiction | Hi there all. (Reply)

Hi i'm Kirsty and this is all rather new to me. This comm and WLIIA slash i mean, not WLIIA. I've been watching WL since the UK version started and loved it straight away and ever since. If i were to chose a favourite Whoser it'd have to be Greg (on his own) however to chose a pair is obvious and easy to me. Ry/Col are so much of an OTP that i find it hard to believe i didn't spot it all those years ago on first viewing.

So this is my first little offering to the comm, my first ever attempt at any fanfic or slash. So be gentle and (hopefully) enjoy.

Title: Helping Hands

Pairing: Ry/Col, brief mention of implied Greg/Drew

Rating: PGish

Summary: Umm Col and Ry play Helping Hands, slightly angsty. Hopefully kind of sweet.

As the applause died down Drew announced the next game, Ryan’s heart jumped into his mouth and he swallowed hard. This time, he swore, this time he’d say something.

Greg was in Drew’s seat now and Ryan and Colin had risen from their own seats; Ryan stepped tentatively forward to the table centre stage and began to put on an apron. Drew had an apron too and some kind of ludicrous hat.

Ryan turned to see Colin positioning himself, the taller man looked down on his Hawaiian shirted best friend and swore in his head.

‘Fuck’

He linked his long slender arms back around the shorter man as Colin thrust his arms forward and began to gesture in front of Ryan. Drew was waffling away about something while Ryan stood and watched his friend’s hands in place of his own.

This game was Col’s big moment; sure Ryan was the face of it but it was all Col’s work. The Canadian’s hands were reaching for an icing bag and Ryan pulled faces and reacted all the while. As Colin manoeuvred his hands and arms, his body rocked forward and back; snug against Ryan’s back and legs. Ryan closed his eyes and laughed as his mind raced as fast as his heart.

Meanwhile Drew was egging Colin into tossing cherries for the taller man, he loved that gag. Being such good friends and having played this game so often this was an easy feat. Three cherries thrown; two caught, not too bad.

No matter how often they played it though Ryan couldn’t get used to seeing Col’s arms as his own. He longed for the arms to do his own bidding; to stop messing about with cake and to hold him. To caress him and feel him and linger lovingly over his chest, stomach and lower.

A riotous laugh from the audience snapped Ryan out of his daze and back into the game. Colin was trying to lift a cream cake, so Drew helped him out. Ryan gulped and prepared himself for the next gag.

Colin’s nimble fingers danced into the cream and lifted a scoopful to Ryan’s face. He dipped his head and allowed his friend to stuff it into his mouth. Smacking his lips and pulling the usual faces the audience went wild. Next Col offered Ryan each of his fingers in turn, so obligingly he took them warmly into his keen mouth and licked the cream from them.

His heart was bursting out of his chest now; it was beating in his ears and thundering in his groin. He was glad he had the apron on, perhaps he ought to keep it on after the game. Colin’s firm left hand went back for more cream and smeared it above Ryan’s lips and on his cheeks, again he gave his fingers to be licked. This was driving Ryan wild; he only hoped he wasn’t betraying it in his face.

He glanced across to Greg and spotted that devilish twinkle of realisation in his eye. Oh well, Greg had his own secrets to hide. And he wasn’t doing so well at that; he was clearly staring at Drew’s butt every couple of minutes.

Ryan’s tongue darted back and forth hotly over the tips of Colin’s creamy fingers and Greg leant selfishly on the buzzer. As Colin relaxed at the end of the game he leant his head against his tall friend’s back and grabbed at a towel. Ryan’s stomach lurched and jumped at this tender touch.

Laughing with Greg and Colin as Drew joked away, Ryan made his careful way back to his seat. He was still wearing the apron, else his pleasure would be all too apparent. The cheers of the audience rose and Ryan turned to Colin and touched him gingerly on the arm.

‘Col?’

‘Yeah Ry?’

‘Umm, nothing Col, good game is all.’

Ryan grinned sheepishly at his balding friend and cursed himself again. Next time, he swore, next time he’d say something.