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Chapter 5
“You kidnapped me…”
“Yeah, because at- what are you? Six, six? There was absolutely nothing you could do…”
“You said it was a matter of life and death.”
“Well, I’m sure something has died in here…” Greg said, as he threw open the door to Colin’s apartment with a flourish.
“Jesus…”
“Like I told you, it’s bad.” Greg couldn’t help but feel a little smug. The fact that Ryan had sounded shocked made him feel vindicated. As a janitor, Ryan had to be used to cleaning up some god-awful things. The fact that Colin’s apartment had made him swear, made Greg believe he had done the right thing.
“Don’t forget, I’m paying you extra,”
“Not enough…” Ryan muttered, as he took in the devastation that was the apartment.
“Alright, I’ll double it. Now get in there and work your magic,”
Ryan hadn’t been serious when he’d said Greg wasn’t paying him enough but he wasn’t going to object to the increased offer. He snapped on some rubber gloves and stepped inside. “Whose place is this again?” Ryan asked, knowing full well Greg had neglected to tell him that.
“Doesn’t matter, it needs your special touch my friend,” Greg said, evading the question once again.
Ryan just snorted. As he was trying to put a semblance of order back into the apartment, Ryan tried to work out who could be living here. There were no particular personal items, and there was very little that could give him a clue.
He’d started in the kitchen, cleaning the stack of dirty plates, scrubbing the sink and generally trying to create some workable space. Once the kitchen was done, he’d moved to the living room. There were clothes everywhere and the whole place was covered in a layer of dust. He started picking up the clothes and sorting them for washing. The last sweater he picked up was a blue V-neck one, and as he picked it up, he knocked over a pile of… comics.
Blue sweater… comics… blue sweater… comics… blue sweater... comics... shit! He looked over at Greg who was sitting at the breakfast bar, watching him, just waiting for him to put it together with a grin. Ryan held up the sweater, and was about to speak when the bedroom door opened and Colin walked into the living room, clad in boxer briefs and a Spiderman t-shirt.
He padded into the kitchen, completely oblivious to Ryan’s open mouthed stare, or the fact that Ryan was even in his apartment.
Greg looked at Ryan and raised an eyebrow at his staring. Ryan blushed but didn’t look away. His eyes now firmly glued to Colin’s behind snugly encased in the dark red fabric.
“You want popcorn with that?” Greg enquired, raised eyebrow firmly in place.
“Huh, what?” Colin asked from his place in front of the fridge, looking for something to drink, not understanding Greg’s question.
“I meant him,” Greg said, pointing to Ryan “I asked if he wanted popcorn with it…”
Colin looked up and followed Greg’s finger… And let out a high pitched squeak which he quickly turned into a cough, ducking down for cover behind the breakfast bar. Ryan had been staring at me! Of course he was, he just cleaned your nasty-ass apartment and then saw you in your lame pajamas! Not really pajama’s your boxer briefs OH MY GOD he saw me in my underwear! He groaned, hitting his head against the small cupboard he was leaning against. At least they were clean.
Greg turned his amused eyebrow from Ryan, who was blinking in confusion at the spot where Colin’s ass had been, to Colin as he crouched down hitting his head on the cupboard door. “Hey Col, whatcha doin down there?”
Shit. “Uh… ah…. D-dropped my contact,” Colin glared at Greg as the man’s smile turned a little evil. “Greg…” he growled out, a very clear warning.
Greg blatantly ignored it. “Col, dearie, you don’t wear contacts,”
Colin drew his thumb across his neck at the bespectacled man who he’d thought the greatest guy in the world not too long ago but now had seriously revised that title, and Greg grinned before rising with a belabored sigh and motioned Colin to get up off the floor.
Colin shook his head but gave up with a groan, blushing furiously and chancing a glance up at Ryan.
The poor man looked so confused that he wanted to bolt. Good, then he wouldn’t have to see my pale legs poking out from my pathetic unders that wouldn’t do anything to help if I started thinking about… Colin chanced a glance at Ryan’s elegant hands, still holding his blue sweater, and was assaulted by visions of himself once wearing it, Ryan slowly removing it… shit! Colin hurried and sat down, twiddling his thumbs and making both Greg and Ryan frown before they shrugged. “Come on Ry-guy, this involves you, too,” Greg said, motioning for Ryan to take the seat across from Colin.
Ryan took the seat warily, but did, trying not to brush his legs against Colin’s… at least that’s what he would say out loud if he were questioned, but he was failing.
Greg between them both as their ears slowly turned red and sighed, giggling tiredly. These two were beyond hopeless. “Okay gentlemen, I called this meeting so you could both get over yourselves. You’re gonna be sharing the boat for at least three weeks, and it’s close quarters, so Stiles, you’re so totally gonna have to knock that ‘Class’ shit off now, cool?”
“Wait, boat?” Ryan asked, totally thrown off from his tentative imagination of the legs next to his. Were they brushing his? Boat? Close quarters? What?
Greg repeated himself.
“I didn’t sign up for that boat thing,” he protested, turning to Colin, who had his head in his hands, peeking out between his fingers at Greg with something very close to rage behind them. “Did you sign me up?”
“No, he didn’t. I did,” Greg said primly. “You’re gonna help Colin with the heavy lifting, and he’ll show you how to check oxygen tanks, you’ll help him with what little paper work he can find to avoid, just stuff like that, okay?”
“Sure…” Ryan shrugged, a little disgruntled, “Just wish you guys had let me know sooner so I could have told my boss that I’d be going elsewhere. Where are we going?”
“Your boss knows, and you’re going to the Florida Keys,”
Ryan paused. Alone on a small boat with Colin for three weeks in the Florida Keys. He felt like purring and he flushed.
“Good boy,” Greg grinned, obviously knowing what Ryan had been thinking.
“Huh, wha?” Colin asked, who had missed the whole thing in favor of picking at the hem of his boxers, praying for a pair of pants to magically appear as he stared at Ryan’s huge feet resting next to his. And they were huge… maybe size fourteen? Wow…
“So, you think you can get down off your high horse about this ‘class’ thing? ‘Cause it sounds way too damn medieval for this day and age, and it’s absolutely stupid that you guys can’t be friends. I mean, come on, you’re both so damn geeky it’s like you were cloned… except someone stretched Ryan too tall and stole Colin’s hair…”
Colin shot him a death glare that should have sent him flying across the room, and Ryan blushed, looking down at his hands. Well, when someone put it like that. “Sure,” Ryan said, startling both of the profs, maybe even himself a little. “I’ll go with you,” he looked at Colin, who flushed and mumbled his thanks. “When do we leave?”
“Tomorrow,” Greg said brightly, clapping his hands together, supremely satisfied. “So I’ll take you back to your place so you can pack, and Colin will pick you up tomorrow morning at 7 AM sharp, so be ready, and your flight will leave at 10!”
Ryan would have argued at the incredible amount of time between when they left his place and when the plane actually left, but it was LAX. No explanation was needed. Still… flying… he swallowed hard, determined not to show his very real fear off to Colin, who was looking at him curiously. Ryan gave him a reassuring smile, which Colin returned and made Ryan flush from head to toe. “Okay, see you Mr. Mochrie,”
“Colin, I thought we talked about this,” Colin smiled, did that come off as too stern or bossy? Nahh, he’s smiling warmly… mmmmm….
“Colin,” Ryan murmured, nodding and rising to leave.
Colin kept on smiling as Ryan rose and left, watching the oddly, but nicely rounded ass walk away from him. It was a very nice butt for a white man. He blinked and found a note being pasted to his forehead. “What the hell is this?” he asked.
“I had to write it down because you weren’t tuning in to anything else,” Greg snickered. “Later Col! Good luck, man!” and with a wave he left.
Colin frowned, blinking down at the post-it note. “‘Pack the essentials, and for gods sake, get some sleep!’”
“Essentials?” Colin thought. What could be essential that the University hadn’t already supplied? It must’ve been important, because Greg had underlined it fiercely and drawn little arrows pointing at it from all sides. He turned his head and felt something… he pulled another sticky note off the back of his head, pulling a hair with it and cursing Greg… until he read it.
Obviously, Greg had known Colin wouldn’t get it, so he wrote the answer on the second post-it, “‘I meant condoms and lube, dumbass,’”
Colin swallowed hard and went to bed, trying to sleep past the images in his head. He fell asleep some time later with a small smile on his face.
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Date: 2009-12-11 01:13 am (UTC)Ahhhhhh! Colin in his underwear. I'd stare too, so can't blame Ryan at all. Spiderman t-shirt too, he's so cool (in a very geeky way! Ha ha!)
Love it! When's the next one? *big cheesy grin*
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Date: 2009-12-12 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-12-11 11:47 am (UTC)Also, why haven't I friended you yet? I thought I had ages ago. *facepalm* I'm clearly not often enough on LJ. Fixed! Note to Self: Must hang around LJ more often for quality perving.
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Date: 2009-12-11 12:02 pm (UTC)amount of time between when they left his place and when the place actually left, but it was LAX. I assume you meant and when the plane actually left.
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Date: 2009-12-12 02:28 am (UTC)And thanks so much for the typo nab, sometimes they're so obvious I miss em *le sigh* by the by, who is that in your icon? Quite snazzy
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Date: 2009-12-12 07:21 am (UTC)No worries about typos. I re-read everything I write many times and still find some quite often. It's always the obvious ones we miss.
It's my only christmassy icon and I just love it/him. Believe it or not, it is the lovely, gorgeous (imo), brilliantly fantabulous Eddie Izzard. I think Eddie rocks as a stand-up comedian (Dress To Kill) as well as an actor (The Riches, anyone?). It doesn't hurt that he's good friends with our own Proopdog and, from what I saw at Greg's Chat Show (twice), they got on marvellously well.
Incidentally, I quite like your icon as well. :)
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Date: 2009-12-29 04:31 pm (UTC)Blue sweater… comics… blue sweater… comics… blue sweater... comics... shit! *picks up sponge again* *and spews some more at Colin in boxers and Spiderman t-shirt*
"Huh, wha?” Colin asked, who had missed the whole thing in favor of picking at the hem of his boxers, praying for a pair of pants to magically appear *wrings out sponge* May I have a new diet Pepsi, please? This one is suddenly empty.
I mean, come on, you’re both so damn geeky it’s like you were cloned… except someone stretched Ryan too tall and stole Colin’s hair…”
May I have a new keyboard, please?
“‘I meant condoms and lube, dumbass,’”
*dies from the laughter and iz ded*
Need I say more?
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Date: 2009-12-31 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-07 09:48 pm (UTC)I love your comments, they are the funniest things EVAR
SNort* thanks Cappy
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Date: 2010-01-09 02:28 pm (UTC)Hee. ^_^ Love the post it notes thing. I really, really like your Greg characterization. I think some people have a hard time writing him with heart while still exemplifying his bitchy/snarky side, but I think you're doing so great. ^_^