One Shot: Catch you when you fall
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wl_fanfictionPairing: Ryan/Greg
Rating: PG-13 for a little playful stuff
Summary:....Really don't know how to summarize this, but I'll tell you: it's about performances, friendship and a fight over who'll buy booze! :D
A/N: Written for Gracie who wanted Ryan and Greg fighting over who'll buy booze and rock, paper, scissors! With of course a little fluff stuff at the end!
Greg booed as the hopefully last stand up comedian for the night finished his set and stepped off stage. Judging by the glare that the guy was giving him, it may not have been sensible to sit right in front of the stage and heckle the sad freaks who thought they could make it big in the business while being about as funny as a cry for help. He took another sip of his drink and groaned as he saw another person step up on stage.
If it weren’t for the hard liquor, Greg was sure he’d never endure so much crap in one day. How some of the performers even though they were remotely funny was beyond him. Most of them used old cliché jokes and some even made old jokes written for kids, nothing like the type of sophisticated humor he was used to. Honestly, if his boyfriend hadn’t just broken up with him, he wouldn’t be here drowning his sorrows in booze, strippers and bad comedy.
He let out a sigh of relief as the last performer of the night was called out and was slightly surprised when a bit of cheering erupted from the mostly drunk crowd who were really just interested in the strippers rather than what happened in the break. He expected the guy to be some sort of Adonis or part-comedian part-stripper to get that reaction but was surprised when the performer revealed himself to be barely more than a scrawny blonde male who looked like the pole the dancers used with a nose of an unfortunate size. All in all, he was a good package, but not something Greg would normally go after. However, when he started his set, Greg received the biggest shock of all.
This man was nothing like his predecessors. Unlike the others, he told funny stories, all leading up to the perfect punch line that had Greg in splits. He made dirty jokes for the audience members that were thinking mostly through down south, but also provided entertainment for those who were still thinking clearly. What impressed Greg the most was how the man handled hecklers. Nothing phased him at all, not even the guy who yelled a comment about his nose to which he just responded with a cheeky wink and a mention to the rumor of men with big noses and big feet.
In fact, he was so impressed that when one of the previous comedians yelled a comment about his set, Greg actually retorted in defense of the guy, something which he had never thought he would do. The man just looked at him in surprise and smiled in thanks, going back to his set without missing a beat.
Greg was one of the people applauding the loudest when his set ended and actually felt a little cheery when he took a sip of his drink as the lights went off.....only to spit it out as a heavy form suddenly landed in his lap, nearly knocking over the table and his drink. He blinked as the lights came back on and revealed that the form currently seated on him was the very same comedian he had just seen. He seemed to be a bit dazed as was evident from the fact that he hadn’t realized he had just fallen off stage into a man’s lap but otherwise unharmed. Greg cleared his throat and unwrapped the arms that had caught onto the tall form out of reflex, absently noting that the man wasn’t nearly heavy as he would have expected.
“I’m so sorry,” the man blushed, hauling himself off of Greg’s lap.
“Are you okay?” Greg stood up as well, uncharacteristic concern showing on his face.
“Yeah, you broke my fall quite a bit, so thanks for that too,” the man grinned and Greg caught sight of emerald green eyes which he had failed to notice before. Greg grinned back and shook his head, glad for some reason that he hadn’t been hurt.
“You sad person, you actually fell off a stage,” Greg laughed.
“Hey, they remodeled it!” the other man retorted but without any heat in that statement.
“Sure, that’ll have nothing to do with you tripping over your own feet.”
“This from the man with glasses bigger than he is.”
“The glasses make me look even better, beanpole.”
“Shut it, Buddy Holly.”
The two men grinned at each other and Greg had the feeling that this was going to become a friendship that would last a very long time.
Dl
Dl
He was right. Three years later, they had taken to doing stand up together, their trademark routine being picking on someone in the audience. With the ability to literally know the other’s mind and oncoming sentence, it made for some rather stunning performances to the degree that they were being invited to more prestigious clubs as time went on.
Greg had to think that inviting Ryan to move in with him had been possibly the best decision he had ever made, career and friend-wise. Spending so much time together, at home or at work, made them an unstoppable team to the degree that nearly ever club in the city was asking for them. But recently, they had actually received an offer to open an act in L fricking A and that was something that they couldn’t pass up for anything.
“Can you believe we’re actually opening in Los Angeles?” Ryan asked from where he was lounging on the living room couch, staring at the ceiling with a sort of dreamy fascination.
“Los Angeles....” Greg breathed as well, sitting on the floor in front of the couch, “Somebody pinch me.....OW!”
“What, you told me too!” Ryan chuckled as Greg smacked him in the side.
“Nobody expects you to actually do it,” Greg grumbled, rubbing his arm, “Now you think of the consequences of your actions while you buy the booze for tonight.”
“Excuse me?” Ryan moved slightly so that he could look at Greg properly, “I believe it’s your turn. I bought it last time.”
“No, I did. We opened at that bar, remember?”
“That was the week before. I bought it last time when we opened at the comedy club.”
“Nuh-uh, I bought last week.”
“I did!”
“I did!”
“Jeez, I can’t believe you’re actually going back on our pact,” Ryan grumbled, sitting up straight.
“You’re the one being cheap,” Greg retorted.
“I’m not,” Ryan scowled, “Wait, let’s just decide this the way we decide on take-out.”
“Order from whichever place’s number we can find?”
“No. Rock, Paper, Scissors,” Ryan rolled his eyes, holding out his hand.
Greg took a seat on the couch next to him and mimicked the gesture, “I’ll have you know that I rule in this.”
“We’ll see about that, Greglin,” Ryan smirked at Greg’s glare.
“Shut it, Twiggy,” Greg shot back, “Now let’s do this: one, two, three!”
Ryan looked down to see them both sporting ‘rock’, “Aw, man!”
“Don’t worry, we’ll do it again,” Greg brushed it off. “One, two, three!”
This time they both had paper.
“One, two, three!”
Scissors.
“One, two, three!”
Paper.
“One, two, three!”
Scissors again.
“One, tw-”
“No!” Ryan held up his hand to stop him, the other going up to rub at his forehead, “This is going nowhere....”
“What are the chances that we could tie these many time?” Greg wondered, blinking at his hand.
“I have no idea. People do say that we can read each other’s mind.”
“Ah,” Greg paused, “What am I thinking now?”
“You’re thinking that I’m a sexy beast,” Ryan smirked, moving back to slump against the couch’s armrest.
“You wish. I prefer a bit more meat on my boys,” Greg’s gaze deliberately trailed downwards.
“You bastard!” Ryan’s eyes lit up with playfulness as he lunged forward and tackled Greg down flat on the couch before sitting on him, his hands immediately going for his friend’s ticklish spots.
“Ryan, you bastard!” Greg tried to take breaths in between the words, but it was hard when one was laughing hysterically. Ryan may know all his spots, but by default, that meant that Greg knew all of his as well. Pretty soon, Ryan was rolling on the floor with Greg on top of him, desperately trying to cover his stomach and neck.
“Get off!” Ryan shouted through his laughter.
“Nooooo,” Greg grinned, “You have to pay the price!”
They rolled around for what felt like hours until they were finally too tired to do more than roll onto their backs. Greg’s head was resting against Ryan’s shoulder and he had one arm casually slung around the thin waist while Ryan’s hand was trailing up to play with Greg’s hair.
“So who’s going to buy it?” Ryan asked, breaking the companionable silence. Greg snorted and slapped him on the stomach, sending Ryan into another fit of giggles.
“I had no idea that you were that ticklish in the sides,” Greg changed the subject, wondering how he could have not noticed that before.
“Ah, yes. That was technique that I learned from my brother. If you pretend to laugh really loudly at a non-ticklish spot, no one bothers to find your real one,” Ryan informed, “I don’t really get tickled in the neck.”
“Really?” Greg leaned up and trailed a finger along Ryan’s neck, feeling a nearly imperceptible shiver run through his partner, “I could have sworn you were.”
“Um, no, but it does do other things,” Ryan laughed nervously as Greg continued to stroke the area, “Greg?”
Greg was beyond listening. For some reason, he wanted to feel those tremors run through Ryan’s body again and stroked a hand along his neck, feeling yet another shiver run through him and stop at a very obvious place down south.
“Greg, will you stop it?” Ryan blushed as he felt the effects of what Greg was doing, “I mean it, Greg, stop it-”
He was cut off as Greg’s lips covered his, swallowing his words and taking advantage of his open mouth to slip his tongue in. Ryan gasped but let out a small whine as Greg licked the top of his mouth while stroking his neck again. The overload of sensations was producing a very obvious bulge down south, but from what he could feel against his thigh, Greg wasn’t very far off himself.
As Greg’s mouth descended fro his mouth to his neck, Ryan felt hands begin to undo the buttons on his shirt. He suddenly realized that this was Greg- Greg- who was kissing him and he caught his hands in his own, forcing the other man to look at him. The look of desire on his face nearly made him want to kiss him again, but Ryan pushed that back even as he wondered what brought about that want in the first place. This was a big thing and could possibly ruin their friendship if it went wrong and that was something Ryan wasn’t willing to give up.
“What are you doing?” Greg asked, trying to move his hand from Ryan’s grip.
“What are we doing?” Ryan asked back, looking down at the tent in Greg’s pants before moving back up to his face, “Greg, what is this?”
“Do you want it?” Greg countered.
“Yes, but-”
“Then there’s nothing more to say,” Greg moved back down to mouth a smooth collar bone.
“Yes, there is,” Ryan squirmed at the sensation but forced himself to keep his thoughts, “Is this just because you want a fuck or-”
“A fuck?” Greg looked up at him, wounded, “You actually think that I would use you for that?”
“No, but....this is just....sudden,” Ryan chose his words carefully, “I mean, I didn’t think of you as more than a friend a few minutes ago and now....”
“Do you want this? Do you want me?” Greg’s free hand slipped down to cup Ryan’s bulge and give it a light squeeze.
Ryan gasped, “Yes.”
“I want you too. For as long as you’ll have me,” Greg murmured, “I may have a bad reputation for lusting and leaving, but I won’t do that to you. I can’t.”
“I have that reputation too, but I trust you,” Ryan said back, letting go of Greg’s hand and allowing him to resume the unbuttoning.
Greg, however, remained still and leaned forward until their faces were inches apart, “Can I trust you?”
Ryan blinked but smiled, “What do you think?”
The responding kiss showed exactly what Greg thought and Ryan groaned as their bare bodies met for the first time on the floor of the living room. It was different, it was new, but Ryan knew that it was great. Greg once said that the reason why their routine was so good was because they knew that the other would catch them if they fell. Ryan had called him a sentimental ass the first time he heard that, but even he knew that it was true. Like their first meeting years ago, he knew that Greg would always catch him if he fell.
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Date: 2010-07-04 08:32 am (UTC)Always love the humour you inject into your stories (I love your Greg!) and a lovely fluffy ending.
Keep 'em coming! :o) x
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Date: 2010-07-04 09:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-04 01:58 pm (UTC)This is adorable, I love the trust that you have between them, without either of them losing their snarky bastard persona. And the neck thing is just hot!
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Date: 2010-07-04 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-04 03:46 pm (UTC)OMFG I LOVE IT!
Lol it's all about the neck XD. Greatness lmfao.
That was so funny. The fight and the rock, paper, scissors. lmao.
Just reminded me of DCS where Lewis and Oswald are constantly getting rock and Drew just screams at them haha.
Love it. The fluff was kinda hot but really cute too :)
Thank you so much! I feel as though I need to write you something now XD
It's just going to be an on going circle of gifts hahaha.
Thank you so much! :)
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Date: 2010-07-04 04:11 pm (UTC)Gifts are always good! *nods* Reminds of this exchange I had with a friend on another fandom....everytime she drew me a pic, I wrote her a fic!
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Date: 2010-07-04 05:03 pm (UTC)And OMFG I have a fixation with his neck too :O
And his forearms.
My God does he have a nice neck and forearms....okay and ass too.
Where am I going with this?
*ahem*...Excuse me.....*hides in Bedroom*
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Date: 2010-07-04 05:09 pm (UTC)Yup, all that's pretty damn good....along with something that's near his ass but on the opposite side, if you know what I mean.
And I cannot believe I just said that....
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Date: 2010-07-04 05:12 pm (UTC)I just watched the Sherlock Holmes film, and now have a vision of Ryan and Greg as Watson and Holmes.
So I might draw that for you.
As for my vampire fic...I fear it's on it's last legs. I open up the word document to write, only to stare at the screen blankly for quite some time :/
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Date: 2010-07-04 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-04 05:21 pm (UTC)Also I was going to have Ry as Watson and Greg as Holmes. Greg, being incredibly intellectual as he is, not undermining Ryan of course, but Greg must be Holmes for that reason. Ryan would be Watson, as the slightly taller, more sensible side, although he always gets injured lmao. And have you seen the way he tries helping him? He usually does something stupid by accident, so that's what I see hahaha.
Anyway, back to the point, I'm hoping my block will exit soon, and I'll be back onto writing that shit fic :P
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Date: 2010-07-04 05:58 pm (UTC)Here's hoping!
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Date: 2010-07-04 06:06 pm (UTC)Greg has to keep the glasses and Ryan's going to have a moustache :| How weir'd will that be? XD
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Date: 2010-07-05 05:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-04 04:21 pm (UTC)I love their banter. The snarkiness of these two is always such a joy, and you're certainly doing it justice.
Greg’s head was resting against Ryan’s shoulder and he had one arm casually slung around the thin waist while Ryan’s hand was trailing up to play with Greg’s hair.—This makes me so happy. ^__^ *cuddle them*
Greg once said that the reason why their routine was so good was because they knew that the other would catch them if they fell. Ryan had called him a sentimental ass the first time he heard that, but even he knew that it was true.—This is absolutely perfect. Before I read this line, I was going to say that you've embodied what I love most about this pairing in this story, how they can be sweet, but their snark lends an edge that keeps them from being overly so. And you've done it again in these two lines. Perfect. ^_^
A lovely, lovely story. It had me smiling the whole time. ^__^
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Date: 2010-07-04 05:12 pm (UTC)Aw, thanks! Praise from you is very good praise indeed since you are the God of Ryan/Greg! My ideas of Ryan and Greg are mostly influenced from you and of_gardenias, so I always think that they'll act tough but their just marshmallows inside! :D Mm, marshmellows~
Thanks! Your comment has me smiling a lot now too!