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Title: That was the Week That Was
In the Style of: Sungreen70
Author: [livejournal.com profile] caelieth
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ryan’s incredibly sucky week of suck.


This week, Ryan decided, could just fuck off. In fact, it could fuck off, get run over by a bus, trampled on by a herd of stampeding buffalo, accidentally trip on a fossilised pile of monkey poo and then die. A lot.

Ryan fully intended to dance on its grave afterwards.

Ha! Take that week.

His current mindset of doom and gloom, which presently had him trudging home in the rain, kicking every can in his path, could directly be traced back to doctor “call me Colin” Mochrie.

Before the appearance of the demon Mochrie, life had been good for Ryan. Simple.
He’d worked as an orderly at St. Paul’s hospital for ten blissfully peaceful years.

His best friend Greg was a nurse at the same hospital and had, in fact, recommended him for the job he came to love.

So Ryan’s life had fallen into a comfortable pattern. Work, goof off, drag Greg out every other weekend, hopefully get laid by a willing warm body with nice boobs…

That brought Ryan sharply and embarrassingly back to his first meeting with doctor…Colin.

Even now his face reddened, the memory kicking him in the head as he opened the front door to his house, left hand rubbing tiredly against bloodshot green eyes as his right grabbed for the coffee pot in the kitchen.

1 Week ago

“Ryan!”

He looked down from his position, three rungs up the step ladder, and smiled at Greg’s mega-watt grin; the nurse’s hazel eyes sparkling excitedly behind his black-rimmed glasses.

“Hold on,” Ryan grunted and gave the top window a final swipe with the chamois, before carefully descending to ground level.

One of the disadvantages of being tall (“Jesus Christ, you’re a fucking telegraph pole!” Greg had gasped the first time they met.) was that he always got marked for window cleaning duty on the weekly roster.

“What’s up?”

“Dude! New doctor! And…Ho-ot!”

Ryan rolled his eyes. Despite his friend being pretty much in love with Jeff, one of the hospital store assistants he’d been seeing for a couple of months, Greg still couldn’t resist a pretty face.

“You disturbed my work to tell me that?”

“I’m so sorry. I know that keeping the windows sparkling and smear-free is such vitally important work.”

“Ass.”

Greg smiled brightly. “Lookit though!”

Ryan allowed himself to be manhandled in the direction of the nurse’s station, sighing dramatically as he followed Greg’s pointed finger.


The balding, blonde man in scrubs should have been pretty insignificant. He should have given Ryan no cause to react apart from a bored “okay” and a shrug of his shoulders.

But then the man turned and smiled at Greg and Ryan’s brain did a double-take, his heart joining in with a “whoa! Fuck! Want…NOW!”

Okay, not good. What the hell was wrong with him? His stomach shouldn’t be fluttering like this. His throat shouldn’t be tightening as the doctor made his way towards them.

This…He likes women! He doesn’t…Hasn’t ever been remotely interested in men. Not ever.

He likes long, smooth legs, tiny waists. He…

“Ryan, this is Doctor Mochrie.”

“Call me Colin.”

But…

“I like boobs!”

“Well,” Colin had smiled crookedly. “Uhm…Everyone needs a hobby.”

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Really not an auspicious start to the week.

Colin had pretty much avoided him after that. Every time he saw Ryan, those wide brown eyes would widen with fear and he’d abruptly turn, heading swiftly in the opposite direction before Ryan even got the chance to say “sorry for being a complete spaz. Can we please start over?”.



In order to make up for doubling over with laughter at his friend’s inability to engage his brain before opening his mouth, Greg had offered to have a chat with Colin.

“I’ll tell him you were tired, or getting over a migraine or something.”

“Can you do it now?”

“Ryan, I do actually have to work you know.”

Ryan very rarely resorted to using his wounded puppy look. He knew it reduced most people to a quivering puddle of “must mother-hen him right the fuck now!” and thought it was kinda taking advantage.

Needs must, however.

“Oh God! Fine! I’ll go do it now! Though I dunno why you’re so stressed about it. It’s not the first time you’ve made a complete dick of yourself in front of…Oh my God! You like him!”

Ryan could feel his face heating up and studiously avoided Greg’s knowing stare.

“No! I just…He seems…Fuck! I don’t know. I just don’t want him to think I’m, you know…”

“An idiot?”

“Precisely.”

“Well I don’t want to outright lie to the man.”

“Oh fuck you.”

Greg had laughed, promising to talk with Colin before leaving to start his shift.

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Ryan smiled, shaking his head as he disrobed in the bedroom. Greg had kept his word and took the first opportunity to talk to Colin.

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5 Days ago

“Hey,” Greg grinned triumphantly.
Ryan paused in his unnecessarily vigorous washing of the glass panels in the doors leading to the X-ray rooms and turned eagerly to his friend.

“Well?”

“Everything’s fine. He no longer thinks you were dropped on your head as a baby and I even garnered you some sympathy for your oh so dreadful migraines that attack you without warning.”

Ryan felt his entire body sigh in relief. “Really?”

“Mhmm. So you can stop freaking out like a big ole freak and ask him out already.”

“Ask him…? No! God, I can’t…No. Absolutely not.”

“Ryan, are you having a gay panic?”

“Possibly.”

Greg patted him stoutly on the back, rubbing slightly between his shoulder blades. “You know, practically anyone who’s anyone is bi these days.”

“Except you,” Ryan smiled.

“Meh. Vaginas are icky,” his friend shrugged.

“That’s the problem. I like them, always have. I’ve never been remotely interested in anyone’s dick except my own.”

“Just ask yourself this. Can you imagine Colin’s dick? Can you imagine stroking it? Putting it in your mouth and sucking it? If the answer’s ‘ewww! No! Dick is gross!‘, then you’ll know it’s just a simple crush you won’t pursue. If the answer’s yes, well…”

Okay, so the thought of putting Greg’s words into action had Ryan’s own cock standing to attention, eagerly awaiting orders.

“Fuck.” He was so screwed.

Greg smiled in sympathy. “When it hits you, it’s pointless even attempting to deny it my friend.”

“I know,” Ryan sighed, bending to soak the sponge in the bucket and slapping it harshly against the glass panel once more. “I just…What?”

His own gaze followed Greg’s wide-eyed stare only to discover that it wasn’t the panel he was currently scrubbing.

Colin had decided to pick that precise moment to open the door, having spotted the men talking.

“Oh shit!” Ryan groaned, carefully removing the sponge from the doctor’s scrunched up face.

Colin spat out the soapy water and wiped his eyes, blinking them open just in time to see Ryan’s figure retreating rapidly down the hallway; a muttered “shitshitshit!” floating in his wake.

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Shaking his head, Ryan stepped out of the shower into the steam-filled bathroom.

It had been him avoiding Colin after that. There was no way the guy could think he was anything but a complete imbecile, he decided. Avoidance was key to keeping his sanity at least somewhat intact.

Of course avoiding didn’t necessarily mean he couldn’t do a little stalking, just to satisfy his almost daily craving to get a glimpse of his doctor.

The doctor…Not his. Totally not his.

Ryan wiped the condensation away from the mirror and glanced at his reflection. He tentatively stroked his fingers along the stitches on his forehead. Another battle scar from operation “my life is now officially fucked”.

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1 Day ago

It was an unusually sunny and warm day, so Greg and Ryan had decided to eat their lunch together in the hospital gardens.

“You can’t avoid him forever you know,” Greg scolded between mouthfuls of tuna sandwich. “The poor guy’s wondering what he did to piss you off.”

Ryan unwrapped his own sandwich slowly, his appetite waning. “I know! I don’t want him to think that, I just…It’s …Greg, every time I see him I make a fucking idiot of myself. It’s hopeless.”

“Pretty entertaining too.”

“Why am I friends with you?”

“’Cause I’m awesome.”

Ryan hefted his long frame up. “I’m gonna go get a coffee. You want one?”

“I’d kill for one.”

He headed across the tree-laden lawns, fully intending to go straight to the vending machine, not passing go, not collecting his two-hundred dollars.

The sight of Colin bending over to tie his shoelace, blue scrub pants tight across his ass, had swiftly smothered that plan.

Ryan slowed his stride, watching rapt as the man lifted his foot up onto one of the benches to work on his other shoe.

He heard Greg’s alarmed shout of “Ryan!” just before the world went black.

----

“How on earth did you not notice the tree? It was standing right there!”

Ryan glared ineffectually at the elderly nurse cleaning his wound and pointedly ignored Greg, who was shaking with silent laughter in the corner of the cubicle.

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Feeling a little warmer and awake after his shower, Ryan put on a pair of dark grey sweatpants, a loose white shirt and made his way to the kitchen.

It was officially a Saturday night and usually he’d be getting ready to go out by now, but he had absolutely no desire to do anything other than curl up on the couch with a bowl of chilli and a crappy action movie on the TV.

What he watched didn’t matter, his head would be swimming with thoughts of Colin anyway, as it had been every night since meeting the man.

Everything about him, from his expressive brown eyes, to his honey rich voice made Ryan’s muscles clench and his fingers twitch with the need to touch.

He didn’t even know if Colin was gay. Hell, he didn’t know if he was gay.

Ryan just knew that he wanted. So desperately wanted; and he kept fucking it up again and again.

The shrill ring of his doorbell startled Ryan out his depressing musings. He turned the heat down under the pot of chilli and made his way to the front door.

“Colin?” He blinked, eyes raking over the sodden man on his doorstep. The rain had flattened Colin’s blonde hair and turned it a shade or two darker, making his skin look pale in the fading light.


“Hey,” Colin smiled shyly, shivering a little.

Ryan stepped aside, ushering the man in silently.

“Nice place,” Colin said, his eyes casting a quick perusal of the living room before settling his gaze on Ryan.

“Uhm…” What the Hell are you doing here? You can’t be here. How can I spend the evening wallowing in misery if you’re standing right… “Coffee?”

Ryan was sure he saw a flash of relief in the other man’s eyes as Colin smiled a “yes please”.

He nodded, feeling several shades of awkward as he walked to the kitchen.

Colin took off his soaked jacket and ran a hand through his equally wet hair, causing it stick up in various directions.

Ryan pointedly refused to find it adorable. Even though he found it completely adorable.

“So…” he ventured when Colin joined him the kitchen.

“Look,” Colin started, hugging himself slightly and looking up at Ryan through his fringe of ridiculously long eyelashes. “I’m sorry to just turn up like this but, I think we need to talk.”

Oh God! He knows! Shitshitshit! “Oh? What about?” Ryan inquired casually, leaning against the counter top and upending a pat of butter that had been sitting there quietly.

Colin watched, biting his bottom lip nervously as Ryan cursed and bent to pick up the dish.

“You’ve…You’ve been avoiding me all week and I…You know don’t you?”

Wait…What? Know what? “Uhm…”

“Oh God!” Colin sighed, bringing his hands up to cover his reddening face. “I am so sorry Ry.”

Something about the way he said ‘Ry’ made Ryan feel warm and slightly fuzzy all over. He grinned stupidly, before catching himself and taking in the other man’s mortified state.

“Col?”

Hey, he could do impromptu nicknames too!

Colin sat down heavily at the table, resting his forehead against the cool wooden surface.

“See I thought there was something there and then Greg told me to go for it, then you kept ignoring me and nurse Harper said that you and her once dated and that you were straight and…I didn’t know! I mean, I would never have…If I knew. Which I didn’t. I swear!”

Colin finally lifted his head, wide imploring eyes begging Ryan for…Well, he wasn’t actually sure ‘cause hello? Busy staring dumbly into Colin’s eyes here!

“I,” Ryan blinked. Hold on…”Wait, you like me?”

“Well, yes. But you knew that.”

Colin’s expression changed to one of confusion, frowning adorably.

God damn it brain! He’s just frowning! It’s not ad… “Whaddya mean I knew that? I didn’t know…I mean I thought I’d fucked it up with the boobs and the hallway facial…WASHING! Face washing. Not facial. Shutting up now. Actually no; you like me?

Colin blinked and nodded mutely.

“How is that even possible?”

The other man smiled, raking his gaze up and down Ryan’s body. “Have you seen you?”

“Well, not really,” Ryan blushed, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I was kinda too busy looking at you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…Oh.”

“So you’re not freaked out by my crush?”

“No,” Ryan laughed. “I freaked out plenty at my own though.”

Colin smiled then, wide and beautiful. “Can I kiss you now?” he asked, rising to stand in front of Ryan.

“Oh…Yes please,” Ryan sighed softly, cupping Colin’s face with his large hands and stroking the other man’s cheekbones with his thumbs.

Their lips met tentatively at first, Ryan placing soft, nipping kisses against Colin’s pouting lips, until Colin sighed, opening his mouth into the kiss and sliding his tongue against Ryan’s.

The sensation burned a scorching path down Ryan’s body and he groaned, cupping one hand at the back of the smaller man’s head and sliding the other down to his lower back, dragging him impossibly closer.

Okay, so Ryan will admit it. Maybe, just maybe this week wasn’t completely made of suck after all.

He might even send it flowers.
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