Last Chance

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Title: Last Chance

Pairing: Colin/Wayne (unrequited)

Rating: G

Word Count: 920

Disclaimer: I don’t own, so don’t sue, just spent all my money on Christmas prezzies anyways. 
Notes: First fic for a while, am just clambering over my mental block, so sorry if its not quite up to standard :S Oh and angst warning.

Colin stopped dead in the doorway of his dressing room. Ryan, in his usually daydream careered right into him.

 

 

“Warn me before you do that.” He half yelled, rubbing his elbow, which he’d cracked on the doorframe.

 

 

“Ryan.” Colin almost whispered. Ryan peered over Colin’s shoulder. The floor of his dressing room was covered with rose petals. A small table was placed in the center of the room with two lit candles flickering away. The table was laid perfectly, with beautiful ornate cutlery, two wine glasses and a bottle of expensive looking red sat in the center. Colin turned to Ryan, who did his best to look as shocked as Colin. It obviously worked, Colin stopped staring at his friend for answers and ventured in to the room. Ryan hung in the doorway, watching with concern as his friend wandered curiously around the table, gently stroking the cutlery and plates, running up the antique candle holders. Ryan had know this was going to be here, but he still wasn’t sure how Colin would react when he found out who’d set this all up. And unfortunately he knew he couldn’t stay to find out.

 

 

Colin glanced up as Ryan closed the door, wondering where he’d gone, when two gentle hands cupped over his eyes.

 

 

“Guess who?”

 

 

Colin would have recognized the voice anywhere, and he wished to the stars that it had been anyone else attached to those hands. He turned around, ever whim in his body praying he’d heard wrong. But too no avail.

 

 

“Hi.” Smiled Wayne nervously.

 

 

“Please tell me this wasn’t you. Wayne” Colin’s voice pleaded still clinging to the hope this wasn’t true.

 

 

“I’m not going to stop fighting for you Colin.” Wayne’s voice was serious and his eyes caught Colin’s. “Don’t turn me away, lets please just sit down.”

 

 

Colin disregarded his better judgment and slowly dropped into the chair. He knew what was coming but still, he thought it was only fair to hear him out.

 

 

It had been two weeks since Wayne had come to him in his dressing room last, and asked if he could talk. As much as Colin loved Wayne as a performer and a friend, Wayne’s declarations of love were unmatched by Colin, and although you could cut the tension now with a knife, Colin had thought it had been settled. But seeing Wayne, here in his dressing room, dressed in a tight purple shirt with black trousers and bare foot, Colin knew this wasn’t ever going to blow over.

 

 

Wayne sat carefully into the chair opposite and placed his hand on the table, reaching for Colin’s. Colin wanted to touch Wayne, let him know he had his support and comfort, but instead he drew away. He couldn’t give him the wrong idea. As harsh as this was going to have to be, he couldn’t love Wayne the same way Wayne loved him. And that broke his heart more than anything.

 

 

“I just…” Wayne started shakily, obviously not having thought this far through the night. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I just wanted to show you everything I couldn’t seem to make you see with words.”

 

 

Colin’s head slumped forwards towards his chest. He fixed his gaze on the sparkling cutlery.

 

 

“Colin please. I love you, and I know you don’t hate me, why cant we just try, why cant we just have one evening, here and now.” He reached across the table and took Colin’s hands. “It doesn’t have to mean anything to you, but I just want these moments.”

 

 

Colin drew his hands from under Wayne’s. His eyes stared at the cutlery, but he couldn’t see anymore. His eyes were glazed with tears. As much as Colin knew what he was about to do would destroy the younger man, he just couldn’t give him false hope. He raised his eyes from the table and the tears slid gently down his cheeks, now resolved to the hideous deed he was about to commit. He stood up from the table and gently pushed his chair in. Wayne looked up at him, half in disbelief, half crushing disappointment. Tears began to run down Wayne’s cheeks. Colin reached forwards and stroked them from his cheek. Wayne leaned into the touch like a lifeline, but almost as soon as the soft fingers caressed his cheek, they were taken away. He looked up as Colin turned his back and walk towards the door. Colin pushed with his hand on the handle.

 

 

“I’m sorry.” He muttered, before wrenching the door, and disappearing.

 

 

It was a few moments before Wayne heard the door slam, even longer before he comprehended everything he’d just done. He stood, and began clearing away. How could he have been so stupid, why the hell had he pushed this? Colin wasn’t going to want to work with him anymore, he’d screwed the show, the screwed his life. The thoughts reverberating in his head caused the glass in his hand to spontaneously combust. He looked at the floor, covered in glass, and the gentle drip drip from his fresh wound. There was a gentle hand placed on his shoulder, and he spun round, all the hope in the world in his eyes.

 

 

“Go and get that seen to.” Said Ryan, “Then go home, I’ll clean this up.”

 

 

Wayne’s heart finally shattered and he left the room desperately trying to stem tears from Ryan.

 

 

 

 

From his dressing room door, Colin watched Wayne walk away from him up the corridor.