wl_fanfiction | FIClet: Behind Clothes' Doors

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Pairing: Colin/?
Rating: R
Words: 800
Synopsis: When Colin gets really, REALLY angry, who knows how to snap him out of it?

Behind Clothes' Doors

“They did it to me again! Whose Line was bad enough, but at least they didn’t have me dressing in drag!” Colin Mochrie was in full rant – a side that Canadian and American viewers had never seen (and never would). He paced back and forth. “First it was simpering in heels and Capri pants, then full wigged pregnancy!” He scrubbed at his face with both hands, trying to get the image out of his head. “And that bra was the last straw.”

“Honey, you really shouldn’t get so worked up about it! After all, we both know that you’re as masculine as they come, why does it bother you so much?” Her hand came up to ruffle what remained of his hair, but Colin flinched away.

“It’s just not fair!”

“I know how to take your mind off it…” She licked her lips slowly. Her hands unbuttoned Colin’s shirt, fingernails gently scratching and tickling his skin. “Nice to know I can still get a rise out of you!” Her tongue licked at first one nipple and then the other, her eyes twinkling as she heard his barely suppressed moan.

“Why is it that you never let me have a good sulk?” Colin asked as he raised her face to meet his. It was his turn to smirk after their kiss left her weak in the knees. He gently stroked the hair out of her eyes and noticed the first blush of passion bloom across her cheeks. He traced her earlobe with his tongue before blowing softly.

“Maybe because it’s so much fun distracting you?” Her fingers worked on teasing Colin’s belt out of the loops as her mouth left wet kisses trailing from the nape of his neck down, down, down…

Colin leaned back against the wall for support and watched as she knelt gracefully in front of him. His eyes glowed in the dim light of the room. “You know I love when you do that…”

Her fingers pushed his pants down slowly, easing them down past his now rampant erection. “And you know how much I love this…” She blew lightly on his crotch, smiling as he ‘rose to the occasion’. She used lips and teeth to tease around his cock, nudging it playfully with her nose. A soft moan from Colin, and her lips brushed the tip. “Candy man!”

Ruby-red lips parted, her tongue treated him like a candy cane. Colin watched as his shaft was sucked into her mouth, slowly disappearing inch by delirious inch. He gasped softly as her chin came to rest on his balls – she was deep throating him! Her tongue flicked against his shaft as she began drawing him in and out.

“Oh god, I’ve missed this!” Colin’s hands buried themselves in her hair. He looked down in time to see her hand slip under her dress. Her eyes closed, and he could tell that she was finger-fucking herself as he fucked her. Her moans joined his as both worked up to a blissful climax.

She released Colin slowly, her lips milking every last drop of pleasure from him. She placed a kiss on the head before gently tucking everything back into place. Colin took her by the hands and pulled her up to a standing position. He nuzzled the nape of her neck. “I really do like your hair this way.”

She sat down on the bed and removed her earrings. “Really?” A hand came up to fluff the hair out of her eyes. “You don’t think it’s too long?” She kicked off her heels and sighed in relief. “Mmmm… my feet can breathe again!”

Colin knelt to rub her feet. “Finding shoes that fit must be nearly impossible. But I have to admit, your legs are perfection in heels.” He watched as she removed the last traces of makeup delicately with a tissue.

Blue eyes twinkled down, glittering like stars in a pale face. Two surprisingly strong arms tugged Colin up into a tender embrace. With Colin’s eyes closed, the illusion was complete – the beautiful woman beside him was all woman.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Her voice slipped from its husky whisper to a more comfortable range.

Colin leaned back on the bed, his hand slipping under the hem of the dress. “Let’s get you out of this – I want the real you now.”

She lightly slapped Colin’s hand before standing to do an impromptu striptease. The dress was tossed aside first, then the slip, and finally the bra. There was a soft ‘thump’ as two breast forms hit the floor. His hand came up to brush back his hair, and Colin was reminded of Michelangelo’s ‘David’.

Jeff smiled down at Colin.

“You know, I’m glad that they don’t know what really goes on behind closed doors."