CONTEST SUBMISSION #3: Challenge
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wl_fanfictionTitle: Challenge
In the Style of: Of_gardenias
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saiya_tina
Rating: R
Pairing: Ryan/Greg
Summary: Ryan always loved a challenge. Ryan’s POV.
I took another deep inhalation of my cigarette and kept the smoke in my lungs, letting it fill me with it’s warmth before puffing it back out, watching the smoke curl around in the harsh light of the streetlight. For a second, I had the vaguely amusing image of what I looked like, leaning against a lamppost in the late hours of the night, smoking like a hooker, but even that only provided a second of entertainment. Just like everything else in my life.
If I told that to anyone, they’d probably scoff and say that if I didn’t find my work fun, there was little else that could be considered so for me. What ‘they’ don’t know is that my work has lost its meaning for me. Sure, when I was young- God, that seems so long ago- I found Whose Line interesting and challenging. That was the time when either of us could have been kicked off because of even a single bad performance. That was what nearly happened to Colin and now look where he is. When I was still a newcomer, there was a need to prove myself, a challenge. To show those fucking Brits that I belonged there. I did that and more. I didn’t only show them that I belonged in the show, I became the show. I performed to my best and that led to me being the only permanent seat on the show when it was in the UK while the rest of them, the Brits, found their appearances rapidly dwindling. In a show based in their own country, nonetheless Challenge met and overcome.
My next challenge was the Drew Carey Show. I wasn’t totally happy with the idea of being just a supporting character, but hey. The pay was good and it would get me a good standing in the US if it became a success. However, that led to me having to travel between continents continuously for tapings which not only led to increasing problems in my back, but to the threat of me pulling out from either show. By then, Whose Line was decreasing in popularity in the UK and The Drew Carey Show was literally minting money. It wasn’t exactly Sophie’s Choice. But instead of leaving Whose Line, I managed to use my influence to get the whole show shifted to the US where I could go from taping to taping with relative ease. Now both the shows are flourishing, I’m an executive producer of the one that gave me my big break and my popularity is zooming. Challenge met and overcome.
During that time, I had been met with another challenge. Getting Colin a permanent seat on the show. It wasn’t easy: Dan hated his guts, but I knew it was because he was angry at having been proved wrong about him. You see, Colin’s first performance was a result of my pleading and his second was a result of my threatening. I know, threatening the producer when you’re just a rotational player is a bad idea, but I know that he knew that I could make the show big. Soon after our first explosive performance, we were called together more and more until Colin had as many appearances as me. Dan wanted to make him a rotational player in the US but I refused. I knew how much the show meant to Colin and I also knew that we could make the show amazing. And we did. Whose Line then became defined by our chemistry and people never got tired of us showing up together. We became the trademarks of Whose Line. Challenge met and overcome.
My entire life, I’ve met up with challenges and I’ve never backed down. Leaving high school for comedy, surviving by making 30 bucks a gig doing stand up in strip clubs, keeping bread on the table were all challenges for me and I’ve met them all. That’s the fucking problem. Now, I have no challenge in life. Whatever I want, I get. I fucking hate that. Whether it be money, fame, ‘friends’, cars or anything, all I have to do is say and I get it. The biggest advantage of my position and it’s biggest curse. I didn’t realize it before, but when I have a challenge before me, I feel alive. I feel like I have some purpose in life, but now there’s nothing. The others have noticed. They think I’m just working too hard, but no one realizes the depth of the matter. I just don’t feel anything anymore.
Sometimes I wish I were still that young struggler, trying to make it to the top but always just falling short. It wasn’t a very luxurious way to live, but I felt like I had purpose then. I can’t decide what’s worse: not having anything or having everything.
I sighed as I took another drag before squinting into the darkness as I saw something move. Who’s that over there? Is that Greg? What’s he doing in this neighborhood? Crap, I hope he doesn’t see m- damn, there went that hope. Maybe if I make it clear that I’m not in the mood for company, he’ll leave. Nope, the fucker just has to stick around, doesn’t he....he’s saying something, but I really don’t feel like listening and I tell him so. He just raises an eyebrow, in his signature style, and asks me what’s wrong.
I don’t know what makes him think that I’d have a bloody heart-to-heart with him, but it seems my moment’s silence said all that it could. I sighed and spilled my guts to him, telling him about all that I was thinking and how I felt and for the first time, I didn’t feel ashamed in doing so. Normally, the idea of talking about my feelings had me scoffing at the person that was followed by hiding any trace of them. I earned the reputation of being as solid as stone, though my detractors called that being ‘heartless’. I have a heart. Just because I don’t listen to it all the fucking time doesn’t mean it’s not there!
Wait, Greg’s saying something again. I open my mouth to respond, but before I even get a word out, his lips are on mine and he’s pushing himself closer to me, enough that I can feel his warmth despite the chilly air.
Before I know it, we’ve stumbled away towards his car and he’s tugging me into the backseat and it’s too cramped, but at the moment, I couldn’t give a shit. All I care about is the person I’m with and for a moment, I have the sudden thought that this is Greg who is kissing me but that and all other brain functions are sent into hibernation when he pulls my t-shirt up and latches on to my stomach.
I hiss in pleasure, my hands messing up his perfectly coiffed Buddy Holly hair as he maps out my stomach muscles with his tongue before dipping lower. I tug him up for another harsh kiss and I nip at his tongue, swallowing his curses as our kiss is flooded with a metallic tang. He pulls away to take a breath and I allow him, taking in a deep breath to steady myself before looking at him. There’s a bit of blood dripping down his chin from his bitten tongue, but he doesn’t seem to fell it’s pain, tugging me forward again and sucking on my neck, only breaking away to pull my shirt over my head.
I return the favor by pulling off his ever-present jacket and being a bit more careful while taking off his shirt. Greg always had to be immaculately dressed in a suit while I normally just threw on whatever fit me and didn’t smell. It was rather obvious that his clothes would be more expensive than mine, but it was still hard to control myself long enough to do the deed with Greg now sucking on a nipple while teasing the other with his hand.
I groaned and leaned my head back and Greg took the opportunity to attack my neck and I’m sure that I’m leaving marks on his back, but it just feels so damn good. I feel alive, something I haven’t felt in a long time. Suddenly, he pulls away and it takes me a few moments to register his absence but I do. Eventually.
“What?” I whisper, my first words since we had started this....whatever this was.
“Are you drunk?” Greg asked. I nearly choked on the sudden bubbling laughter but he looked deadly serious so I just shook my head.
“Good,” he smirked, leaning forward to kiss me again, this one gentler than the previous kisses, but just as passionate, “I want to fuck you.”
“Then fuck me,” I smirked back, “But you do realize we’ll end up bent like pretzels here, right?”
“Doesn’t make a difference to me,” Greg husked, nipping at my lip, “I’m too busy imagining my dick inside you.”
I chuckled and pushed him back, moving to sit beside him in the backseat instead of on top of him, “Yeah, well, all I’m picturing is us getting stuck in an embarrassing position that’ll be impossible to explain. If you want any of this, you better get driving, Proops.”
Greg grumbled but I was adamant about it so I finally won and within a couple of minutes, we were speeding back to the hotel where he was staying. I’m sure we broke a few speeding laws, but with how hard I was, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Considering the teasing that went on during that time, I’m surprised we didn’t crash, but soon we were back at his hotel and he didn’t even wait to get to his room before pulling off my shirt. Fortunately, there was no one in the hall at this time of night and he managed to get his door open quickly so before I knew it, we were tumbling onto his bed, ravaging each other like animals.
I rolled over and straddled Greg, my hands pinning his wrists down and pressed my hips against his, building up a slow rhythm. Greg growled and pushed up against me, but I maintained the teasing distance, not letting him have what he so desperately wanted.
“God dammit, Ry!” he snarled finally, “If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to fucking erupt right now!”
“Already, Gregory?” I grinned down at him, pressing against him hard and he groaned loud and long, “And here I thought you had stamina.”
He twisted his hands and managed to break my grasp, reversing our positions so that now he had me pinned to the bed. He smirked and leaned down for a kiss, nipping at my lip hard enough to draw blood and then licking it away, “You’ll find out just how much. If you’re good.” He shifted up so that his cock was level with my lips, “You know what to do.”
I obliged and took him in my mouth, nearly coming from the taste of his musk on my tongue. I felt a sort of satisfaction that had become so rare to me. It was the satisfaction that I felt when I was met up with a challenge. I wanted Greg, but he was going to make me work for it and that turned every nerve ending of mine on fire. He was beginning to thrust lightly now and I could taste the change signaling that he was close. Just when I was sure that I was going to get what I wanted, he pulled away from me and kissed me, tasting himself on my tongue.
“God, you’re good,” he murmured, letting go of my wrists and trailing his hands down my sides.
“Good enough?” I asked, muzzling his neck.
“Fucking amazing,” he grinned, before moving further down and taking me in his mouth and, Holy Christ, he was good! Within seconds I was a moaning, whimpering mass of pleasure and he was sure to keep me on the edge but not to tip me over. I then felt a finger probe at my entrance and automatically spread myself wider for him. I hissed as the burn at first, but he was gentle and allowed me to adjust before continuing. After a few minutes, he withdrew his fingers and set himself at my entrance, looking down at me.
“You ready?” he murmured, stroking a hand down my cheek.
I growled at him, “I’m not made out of china! Just fuck me, God damn it!”
He smirked and thrust forward in one smooth, hard stroke and hit something inside me that made me cry out. He had taken my words to heart and didn’t slow down beyond the amount necessary to avoid hurting me before he was thrusting in again and again. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper until I didn’t know my own name and was incapable of making any sounds excepts gasps, moans and screams. He proved to have a lot more stamina than I thought because even when I came after the overload of sensations, he still managed to last, bringing me to another orgasm before following himself.
I opened eyes that I didn’t know I had shut after a moment to catch my breath and felt him do the same against my chest. I felt content and calm like never before and I knew it wasn’t just because of the mind-blowing sex. I didn’t have much more time to think about it before my exhaustion caught up to me and I fell asleep, feeling Greg’s heartbeat against mine.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty room, the only signs of the resident being the clothes in the wardrobe. I looked around, feeling vaguely disappointed, but then slapped myself for expecting anything more. It was just a fuck, I told myself, nothing more.
I found my clothes from the previous night and tugged them on, grimacing slightly at the twinge of pain in my back and then made my way to the door. I had another Whose Line taping today, with Greg nonetheless, and it wouldn’t do to be late. It wasn’t until I had reached the set and gotten my taping clothes that I noticed the piece of paper in my jeans pocket. Curious, I pulled it out and immediately recognized Greg’s elegant scrawl. He had written it to me, but why?
Ry Guy,
I know you’re probably wondering why I bothered to write you something like this considering I left you alone this morning, but when I woke up and saw you sleeping beside me, I felt I had to. I just want to tell you that I enjoyed last night. Being with you was amazing and I swear, I should have jumped your ass years ago.
I chuckled at that. Greg never could remain romantic for long, even in his notes.
But I’ll tell you this: you’re not getting me that easy. You want more, you’ll have to fucking work for it. If I think you deserve it, I’ll give you a treat the likes of which you’ve never seen. So, until next time, my stallion!
-Gregory Everett Proops.
That note wasn’t much, but it improved my mood considerably and for the first time in a very long time, I actually gave my best at a taping. The others could tell, I’m sure because the jokes flowed well, the performances were perfect, the timing was flawless and I wasn’t bringing the energy down with my normally sour disposition. Nobody knew the reason for my sudden change of heart except one person. One person who stood there smirking at me with confidence I had always envied and taunting me with every move.
Oh well. I love a challenge.
In the Style of: Of_gardenias
Author:
saiya_tinaRating: R
Pairing: Ryan/Greg
Summary: Ryan always loved a challenge. Ryan’s POV.
I took another deep inhalation of my cigarette and kept the smoke in my lungs, letting it fill me with it’s warmth before puffing it back out, watching the smoke curl around in the harsh light of the streetlight. For a second, I had the vaguely amusing image of what I looked like, leaning against a lamppost in the late hours of the night, smoking like a hooker, but even that only provided a second of entertainment. Just like everything else in my life.
If I told that to anyone, they’d probably scoff and say that if I didn’t find my work fun, there was little else that could be considered so for me. What ‘they’ don’t know is that my work has lost its meaning for me. Sure, when I was young- God, that seems so long ago- I found Whose Line interesting and challenging. That was the time when either of us could have been kicked off because of even a single bad performance. That was what nearly happened to Colin and now look where he is. When I was still a newcomer, there was a need to prove myself, a challenge. To show those fucking Brits that I belonged there. I did that and more. I didn’t only show them that I belonged in the show, I became the show. I performed to my best and that led to me being the only permanent seat on the show when it was in the UK while the rest of them, the Brits, found their appearances rapidly dwindling. In a show based in their own country, nonetheless Challenge met and overcome.
My next challenge was the Drew Carey Show. I wasn’t totally happy with the idea of being just a supporting character, but hey. The pay was good and it would get me a good standing in the US if it became a success. However, that led to me having to travel between continents continuously for tapings which not only led to increasing problems in my back, but to the threat of me pulling out from either show. By then, Whose Line was decreasing in popularity in the UK and The Drew Carey Show was literally minting money. It wasn’t exactly Sophie’s Choice. But instead of leaving Whose Line, I managed to use my influence to get the whole show shifted to the US where I could go from taping to taping with relative ease. Now both the shows are flourishing, I’m an executive producer of the one that gave me my big break and my popularity is zooming. Challenge met and overcome.
During that time, I had been met with another challenge. Getting Colin a permanent seat on the show. It wasn’t easy: Dan hated his guts, but I knew it was because he was angry at having been proved wrong about him. You see, Colin’s first performance was a result of my pleading and his second was a result of my threatening. I know, threatening the producer when you’re just a rotational player is a bad idea, but I know that he knew that I could make the show big. Soon after our first explosive performance, we were called together more and more until Colin had as many appearances as me. Dan wanted to make him a rotational player in the US but I refused. I knew how much the show meant to Colin and I also knew that we could make the show amazing. And we did. Whose Line then became defined by our chemistry and people never got tired of us showing up together. We became the trademarks of Whose Line. Challenge met and overcome.
My entire life, I’ve met up with challenges and I’ve never backed down. Leaving high school for comedy, surviving by making 30 bucks a gig doing stand up in strip clubs, keeping bread on the table were all challenges for me and I’ve met them all. That’s the fucking problem. Now, I have no challenge in life. Whatever I want, I get. I fucking hate that. Whether it be money, fame, ‘friends’, cars or anything, all I have to do is say and I get it. The biggest advantage of my position and it’s biggest curse. I didn’t realize it before, but when I have a challenge before me, I feel alive. I feel like I have some purpose in life, but now there’s nothing. The others have noticed. They think I’m just working too hard, but no one realizes the depth of the matter. I just don’t feel anything anymore.
Sometimes I wish I were still that young struggler, trying to make it to the top but always just falling short. It wasn’t a very luxurious way to live, but I felt like I had purpose then. I can’t decide what’s worse: not having anything or having everything.
I sighed as I took another drag before squinting into the darkness as I saw something move. Who’s that over there? Is that Greg? What’s he doing in this neighborhood? Crap, I hope he doesn’t see m- damn, there went that hope. Maybe if I make it clear that I’m not in the mood for company, he’ll leave. Nope, the fucker just has to stick around, doesn’t he....he’s saying something, but I really don’t feel like listening and I tell him so. He just raises an eyebrow, in his signature style, and asks me what’s wrong.
I don’t know what makes him think that I’d have a bloody heart-to-heart with him, but it seems my moment’s silence said all that it could. I sighed and spilled my guts to him, telling him about all that I was thinking and how I felt and for the first time, I didn’t feel ashamed in doing so. Normally, the idea of talking about my feelings had me scoffing at the person that was followed by hiding any trace of them. I earned the reputation of being as solid as stone, though my detractors called that being ‘heartless’. I have a heart. Just because I don’t listen to it all the fucking time doesn’t mean it’s not there!
Wait, Greg’s saying something again. I open my mouth to respond, but before I even get a word out, his lips are on mine and he’s pushing himself closer to me, enough that I can feel his warmth despite the chilly air.
Before I know it, we’ve stumbled away towards his car and he’s tugging me into the backseat and it’s too cramped, but at the moment, I couldn’t give a shit. All I care about is the person I’m with and for a moment, I have the sudden thought that this is Greg who is kissing me but that and all other brain functions are sent into hibernation when he pulls my t-shirt up and latches on to my stomach.
I hiss in pleasure, my hands messing up his perfectly coiffed Buddy Holly hair as he maps out my stomach muscles with his tongue before dipping lower. I tug him up for another harsh kiss and I nip at his tongue, swallowing his curses as our kiss is flooded with a metallic tang. He pulls away to take a breath and I allow him, taking in a deep breath to steady myself before looking at him. There’s a bit of blood dripping down his chin from his bitten tongue, but he doesn’t seem to fell it’s pain, tugging me forward again and sucking on my neck, only breaking away to pull my shirt over my head.
I return the favor by pulling off his ever-present jacket and being a bit more careful while taking off his shirt. Greg always had to be immaculately dressed in a suit while I normally just threw on whatever fit me and didn’t smell. It was rather obvious that his clothes would be more expensive than mine, but it was still hard to control myself long enough to do the deed with Greg now sucking on a nipple while teasing the other with his hand.
I groaned and leaned my head back and Greg took the opportunity to attack my neck and I’m sure that I’m leaving marks on his back, but it just feels so damn good. I feel alive, something I haven’t felt in a long time. Suddenly, he pulls away and it takes me a few moments to register his absence but I do. Eventually.
“What?” I whisper, my first words since we had started this....whatever this was.
“Are you drunk?” Greg asked. I nearly choked on the sudden bubbling laughter but he looked deadly serious so I just shook my head.
“Good,” he smirked, leaning forward to kiss me again, this one gentler than the previous kisses, but just as passionate, “I want to fuck you.”
“Then fuck me,” I smirked back, “But you do realize we’ll end up bent like pretzels here, right?”
“Doesn’t make a difference to me,” Greg husked, nipping at my lip, “I’m too busy imagining my dick inside you.”
I chuckled and pushed him back, moving to sit beside him in the backseat instead of on top of him, “Yeah, well, all I’m picturing is us getting stuck in an embarrassing position that’ll be impossible to explain. If you want any of this, you better get driving, Proops.”
Greg grumbled but I was adamant about it so I finally won and within a couple of minutes, we were speeding back to the hotel where he was staying. I’m sure we broke a few speeding laws, but with how hard I was, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Considering the teasing that went on during that time, I’m surprised we didn’t crash, but soon we were back at his hotel and he didn’t even wait to get to his room before pulling off my shirt. Fortunately, there was no one in the hall at this time of night and he managed to get his door open quickly so before I knew it, we were tumbling onto his bed, ravaging each other like animals.
I rolled over and straddled Greg, my hands pinning his wrists down and pressed my hips against his, building up a slow rhythm. Greg growled and pushed up against me, but I maintained the teasing distance, not letting him have what he so desperately wanted.
“God dammit, Ry!” he snarled finally, “If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to fucking erupt right now!”
“Already, Gregory?” I grinned down at him, pressing against him hard and he groaned loud and long, “And here I thought you had stamina.”
He twisted his hands and managed to break my grasp, reversing our positions so that now he had me pinned to the bed. He smirked and leaned down for a kiss, nipping at my lip hard enough to draw blood and then licking it away, “You’ll find out just how much. If you’re good.” He shifted up so that his cock was level with my lips, “You know what to do.”
I obliged and took him in my mouth, nearly coming from the taste of his musk on my tongue. I felt a sort of satisfaction that had become so rare to me. It was the satisfaction that I felt when I was met up with a challenge. I wanted Greg, but he was going to make me work for it and that turned every nerve ending of mine on fire. He was beginning to thrust lightly now and I could taste the change signaling that he was close. Just when I was sure that I was going to get what I wanted, he pulled away from me and kissed me, tasting himself on my tongue.
“God, you’re good,” he murmured, letting go of my wrists and trailing his hands down my sides.
“Good enough?” I asked, muzzling his neck.
“Fucking amazing,” he grinned, before moving further down and taking me in his mouth and, Holy Christ, he was good! Within seconds I was a moaning, whimpering mass of pleasure and he was sure to keep me on the edge but not to tip me over. I then felt a finger probe at my entrance and automatically spread myself wider for him. I hissed as the burn at first, but he was gentle and allowed me to adjust before continuing. After a few minutes, he withdrew his fingers and set himself at my entrance, looking down at me.
“You ready?” he murmured, stroking a hand down my cheek.
I growled at him, “I’m not made out of china! Just fuck me, God damn it!”
He smirked and thrust forward in one smooth, hard stroke and hit something inside me that made me cry out. He had taken my words to heart and didn’t slow down beyond the amount necessary to avoid hurting me before he was thrusting in again and again. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper until I didn’t know my own name and was incapable of making any sounds excepts gasps, moans and screams. He proved to have a lot more stamina than I thought because even when I came after the overload of sensations, he still managed to last, bringing me to another orgasm before following himself.
I opened eyes that I didn’t know I had shut after a moment to catch my breath and felt him do the same against my chest. I felt content and calm like never before and I knew it wasn’t just because of the mind-blowing sex. I didn’t have much more time to think about it before my exhaustion caught up to me and I fell asleep, feeling Greg’s heartbeat against mine.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty room, the only signs of the resident being the clothes in the wardrobe. I looked around, feeling vaguely disappointed, but then slapped myself for expecting anything more. It was just a fuck, I told myself, nothing more.
I found my clothes from the previous night and tugged them on, grimacing slightly at the twinge of pain in my back and then made my way to the door. I had another Whose Line taping today, with Greg nonetheless, and it wouldn’t do to be late. It wasn’t until I had reached the set and gotten my taping clothes that I noticed the piece of paper in my jeans pocket. Curious, I pulled it out and immediately recognized Greg’s elegant scrawl. He had written it to me, but why?
Ry Guy,
I know you’re probably wondering why I bothered to write you something like this considering I left you alone this morning, but when I woke up and saw you sleeping beside me, I felt I had to. I just want to tell you that I enjoyed last night. Being with you was amazing and I swear, I should have jumped your ass years ago.
I chuckled at that. Greg never could remain romantic for long, even in his notes.
But I’ll tell you this: you’re not getting me that easy. You want more, you’ll have to fucking work for it. If I think you deserve it, I’ll give you a treat the likes of which you’ve never seen. So, until next time, my stallion!
-Gregory Everett Proops.
That note wasn’t much, but it improved my mood considerably and for the first time in a very long time, I actually gave my best at a taping. The others could tell, I’m sure because the jokes flowed well, the performances were perfect, the timing was flawless and I wasn’t bringing the energy down with my normally sour disposition. Nobody knew the reason for my sudden change of heart except one person. One person who stood there smirking at me with confidence I had always envied and taunting me with every move.
Oh well. I love a challenge.
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Date: 2010-05-11 10:13 pm (UTC)And wow. Ryan's only a little bit confident there XD
Lols I'm loving these I really really am. It's really improving my mood seeing as I have a drama exam tomorrow and suck majorly :|
Thanks for this :)
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Date: 2010-05-12 03:24 pm (UTC)I really liked bored, jaded Ryan and loved Greg's note! Nicely done :)
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