Contagious(!)

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Please forgive me, this is my first story for Whose Line (the best show EVER)... I have more in the works though because I'm in love with this lovely pairing! Ryan/Colin forever! <3 <3 Thank you reading! =3 *is very grateful indeed* 

Title: Contagious(!)
Author: seething_hope
Pairing: Ryan Stiles/Colin Mochrie
Summary: A oneshot where Ryan is ill! And it's up to Colin to look after his other half! But the patient sure ain't makin' it easy! ;p
Rating: I want to say SUITABLE FOR EVERYONE but if people want it higher then please, just let me know! Thanks! ^.^

 

 

“ATTCHOO- -!!”
For the third time in that passed minute, a croaky man’s voice was able to shatter that which may have been signs of any visiting silence. No matter how charming a day it was outside that frosted window, inside was a completely different story. And why? All because of Ryan Stiles. Ryan Stiles and his mighty man flu. Well, even though he claimed it to be flu, Colin was pretty sure that it was just a dramatic nonce with a head full of cold. Either way, Ryan refused to leave the bedroom, and in all honesty, Colin was happy to have to do without dealing with the many, potential surfaces spreading any germs!

“A-ah…ATTCHOO!!” Ryan exclaimed again, “Urgh! For cryin’ out loud!” he whined as he brought his hands down hard on his thighs. “Will this flu never cease?!” he cried out.

“Oh, come on Ry! It’s just a couple of sneezes!” Colin chuckled, exasperated, leaning over the bedside to wipe his lover’s reddening nose.

“That’s beside the p-poi-paATTCHOO!!” Ryan tried to return. “…Besides, I thought you said sittin’ up makes things easier?” he sniffled.

“It does! For me!” Colin smiled back innocently.

“Forever the selfish one, eh, Col? Always thinkin’ about yourself…” Ryan shook his head playfully, his counterpart proceeding to throw several tissues at him in response.

“Oh shut up and clean up!” Colin chuckled again, as he made to leave. There were still other things that he needed to do about the house too, you know…

“Aw, come on Coool! It’s not just the sneezin‘! I have such a headache…and I think I’m gettin’ a fever!” the taller man in stripy blue pyjamas moaned dramatically as he pointed to his forehead. “Feel!”, he whimpered as he allowed his eyelids to drop slightly for added effect.

Colin sighed. “Fine. Come here.” he said simply as he leant back over the bedside to touch and see. Placing his right hand gingerly on top of Ryan’s brow, Colin waited for a moment and focussed. There was probably something starting, knowing how some colds like to include a supporting act…but nothing serious, nothing for Ryan to be complaining about anyway! It was when he moved his gaze from his “patient’s” forehead to his own eyes, that Colin began to ponder. There was something - most certainly something - within that look…something familiar…there was a familiar glisten…a glisten…the glisten! The glisten! Colin’s eyes widened at the realisation, but it was already too late. The smirk. Within mere seconds Ryan wrapped his strong arms - seemingly unaffected by the “illness” - around his retreating shoulders and neck, and defiantly pulled him in. Whatever resistance had exerted itself during the unwilling takeover was now lost in this…kiss…

Slow and tenderly did their pouting lips lock. Perfectly, like meshing gears, yet these gears refused to move, they simply rested against one another. Indulging in the comforting pressure of each other’s essence, these gears were special. They worked fine, even when they weren’t moving, because the electrical energy still flew. Still gave the life they both needed. They lingered, Colin‘s heart still fluttering on cue as it always did, and then it was broken…

“Great! Now I’m gonna catch it!” Colin cried out, suddenly, as he threw his arms into the air, trying to feign anger. Back to his full stature, he gazed down at his Ryan, still sitting upright with that same devious smirk. That smirk…that he couldn’t help but love.

“Worth it though, right?” Ryan simply winked back, almost as if it were a rhetorical question. A question he already knew the answer to, and the answer Colin already knew was correct. Colin turned away, remaining silent. He had to! As soon as he were to open his mouth, he could tell he would bubble up with the giggles - you know the kind, the ones that you hated to let out, to let show the actual butterflies that had moved out of your stomach and now proceeded to bounce about your ribcage so much it hurt; but funnily enough, once you did eventually give in to them, you could never seem to remember feeling so good - and right now Colin was supposed to be - - is! IS! angry with Ryan. Not much longer, he couldn’t hold it forever. It was then that Colin made his exit out of the room, stifling the giggles and the child-like smile spreading across his, still wet, lips. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction… namely because he felt that Ryan already had it so he didn’t really need to… “Just imagine it!” Ryan fantasized after his counterpart. “You and me! Extra long mornings spent curled up together in bed! Nice and cosy - -”

“- - as the used tissues continue to pile up around us, spilling over said bed’s edges!” Colin called back from the kitchen, finishing Ryan’s sentence. As he collected his desired items, he could hear Ryan laugh to himself whole-heartedly, from his self-proclaimed confines. Colin smiled thoughtfully and lightly sighed, staring into his small labour of love.

A minute later, Colin made his re-entry into the bedroom, this time sporting a bowl on a metal tray and a delightful smirk of his own.

“Soup? And it smells like my fav! Oh Col, you’re just too good to me!” Ryan grinned, practically glowing from the kind gesture.

“Just don‘t go thinking this is kind of thing will last!” Colin chuckled back as he stole glances of Ryan’s overly-ecstatic expression. Colin was positive that he brought new meaning to the term “big kid” sometimes. Making his way back to his original place, Colin slowly set the hot soup on the bedside table, allowing time for the fumes to allure and tease what was left of Ryan’s cold-filled nostrils. Ryan inhaled deeply, choosing to taste rather than smell - damn cold, even if his taste buds where beginning to act up. Stealing his own glace at Colin’s relaxed face, he suppressed another smirk.

“Oh no, Col!” he suddenly breathed, faking shock with wide eyes.

“What??” Colin questioned, bolting up.

“Come ‘ere! I think you‘re already startin‘ to look a little flushed!” the taller man explained with outstretched arms.

“See? What did I - -” Colin was gullible (yet not so surprised) to find himself unable to finish his sentence, as he was eagerly pulled down onto Ryan once more. But this time he was manoeuvred so that he was sitting across his lap, loving and protective arms snaked around his.

“No worries, Col. I‘ll take care of you.” Ryan said, his voice so small it was almost whispered, brushing his nose against his partner’s. So close their foreheads touching. Smiling to no-one in particular, Colin finally began to giggle joyously, freeing his butterflies. Who was he to keep them caged up? Besides, they always looked better outside anyway - where they belonged.

“ATTCHOO!!” Ryan exploded, shaking them both.

“EURGH! Ryan! I told you to warn me the next time you sneezed!” Colin cried out loudly, now laughing uncontrollably, and struggling frantically to escape Ryan’s grip.

“I’m sick! Sue me!” Ryan simply laughed back into his soul mate’s chest, refusing to let his lover go, instead he chose to increase the now bear-hug tenfold!

The warm alphabet soup that sat lazily on the dark, bedside table, had no intention of being eaten anytime soon.

“Get well soon, you big kid”
was what it would have read out…no worries there Col…