Summer Fic - Just to Show
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wl_fanfictionThis is for the lovely, magnificent and talented RycolFan. She asked for; Ryan/Colin romance, or Greg/Jeff, don't mind smut, nothing too angsty or dark, US whose line period.
Hopefully I've done her justice,but critism is appreciated, as I feel the second half isn't that strong? If anyone has any pointers please let me know. :)
Disclaimer - I do not own anyone who features in the story, all of the following events are fiction and made up by my own head.
Warnings - Mild smut (nothing graphic), swearing.
Written for - RycolFan
Enjoy!
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Los Angeles was humid. Actually, that was an understatement. Los Angeles was so humid in fact, that the air was no longer fresh and crisp. The only smell which carried was the stuffy smell of feet and sweat.
Wrinkling his nose as he stepped out into the fray, Colin Mochrie shifted instantly in the heat. It was times like this he missed Canada, not caring about the stick the other cast mates gave him for it. Nothing could possibly beat the air, cooler and fresher than the sea, hitting you instantly and waking you up. Not uncomfortable like this.
He was supposed to be taping the next day, and had just gone out to get some ‘rations’ to keep him going before he lived off the studio food. Inwardly thanking that he didn’t eat much, because he wouldn’t have been able to carry anymore than he was in this heat, he strolled across the shadowed parking lot to his BMW. He had parked stealthily in a corner, away from any onlookers or crazed fans. So, when he reached his car, he thought nothing of it.
But when his vision was suddenly obscured by a fabric, he realised he thought wrong.
The blindfold was being knotted around his head, so thinking quickly Colin dropped the groceries, inwardly grimacing when he realised he had eggs in there. But damnit, he was being kidnapped, and yet he had time to worry about the eggs? It was time to panic! Now with his hands free, he attempted to reach behind him and strike his attacker. Swiftly, another pair of hands encased his, halting the movement. He jerked, forcing the other forwards, but instantly stilled when the stranger spoke.
“You’ll throw my back out, yet again, if you keep on pulling moves like that.” Colin was now relieved, because he knew now he wasn’t being assassinated, or held at ransom or anything like that. But he certainly wasn’t relaxed.
“I hope I do, you bastard.” He straightening up though, never really having the spite in him to cause the man behind him physical pain. “What the heck? You scared me, you seriously scared me shitless.” The deep raspy familiar laugh answered him, and although he loved that laugh, he was being serious. So it kind of annoyed him a little bit. Before he could dwell on this however, he was being steered sideways and forwards. As he felt a hand rather rudely jiggling around his coat pocket, he suddenly thought of something. “How did you find me?”
Colin didn’t need to see the smirk, because he could simply feel it there. “One word for you: Greg.”
Of course. Greg had phoned him earlier, and now that the Canadian thought about it, he’d asked rather smoothly what Colin’s plans were for the day. At the time, he’d thought nothing of it. But after all, his spectacled friend was very much a master of deception. He must have dropped his friend off, the friend that was currently opening his car door- wait. What?! “Hey! Did I give you permission to use my car?”
“Technically, I didn’t give you permission to anything I’m doing right now.”
He was pushed into the passengers side of the car, the door shut on him. Now the world felt topsy-turvy on him, as he had to use his other senses to gather his surroundings. Hearing the other door slam shut, he resumed his conversation. “And what exactly are you doing right now?”
“Kidnapping you.” Oh lovely, that solved all his unanswered questions didn’t it? Bastard. His seatbelt was pulled over him and clicked into place, which to be honest kind of made Colin feel like he was three, which wasn’t so great. Soon, the engine rumbled to life, and the car was swerving in some sort of direction. Which way, Colin had no clue. He hoped the eggs didn’t get more smashed up than they probably were, which suddenly made him realise that the groceries might not even be in the car. Damn the driver if they weren’t. “If you’re worrying about you’re shopping, it’s on the back seats. The eggs are slightly ruined though- sorry.”
Typical.
Letting out a huff, the Canadian relaxed into his seat, wondering what sort of wild fiascos the pedestrians are imagining as their car passes them by. The last thing he would like to happen is to be stopped by the cops; not that they’d stop them anyway, they were more focused on the speeding limit rather than the homicidal lunatics. It had been no more than two minutes, and he was feeling extremely agitated.
“Where are we going?”
“Why do you want to know?”
Smiling, he carried it on, never one to be beaten at this game. “Why ask a question like that when it’s obvious as to why I asked?”
“…What?”
“Why ask a question like that when it’s obvious as to why I asked?”
“Perhaps could you stop repeating yourself?”
“Will you stop asking me to repeat myself, and then blame me for something you did a second afterwards?”
“Would you please make sense when asking questions?”
“Could you please stay on the topic?”
“What was the topic?”
“Where are we going?”
“How would you feel if I said I won’t tell you?”
“Would you believe me if I said you are a royal pain in the buttocks?”
One thousand points to Colin, as he glowed in triumph in hearing his best friend dissolve into giggles. He always loved cracking him up, it gave him a sense of pride that nothing else could. However, as comforting and familiar the sound was, he was still very much intrigued by the events taking place. “No more questions though, where are we going? It’s jus-”
“Colin.” He shut up immediately. “Relax, and trust me.”
There was no arguing, he simply did as the voice asked.
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Firstly, Colin registered cold air, almost harshly so. Secondly, he knew he was moving, being jiggled ever so slightly, like the flutter of butterfly wings. Thirdly, it sounded like the wind itself seemed to whispering his name. Opening his eyes, he panicked internally when the shadowed vision stayed.
After a couple of seconds, he came back to reality, remembering and realising what was happening. They had arrived at the ‘destination’, as his host was attempting to rouse him from his sleep. The man didn’t see the Canadian open his eyes, he just seemed to be able to tell that he was awake. The elder’s seatbelt clicked open, as hands settled on his shoulders, guiding him from the car.
Listening to their footsteps, Colin heard the hard concrete beneath him changed quickly to a softer material, a crunching sound. Grass. The cold air wrapped around him like a comfort blanket, almost as if Mother Nature herself had heard his previous wishes. Although, it wasn’t below freezing like Toronto. More cool, much too cool to be the previous LA air he had felt.
He was pulled to a halt. Everything seemed eerily quiet, the only sounds being the ruffling of leaves, croaking of insects, and the two men’s light breathing. The warm weights left his shoulders, as he felt them meddle with the material at the back of his head. Too soon, the cloth fell away, as Colin blinked momentarily to adjust to the new shapes and colours, before blinking again in astonishment.
For a split second, it appeared as if the ground and sky had flipped, for the amount of twinkling lights below were overwhelming. Gold fireflies sparked on the horizon, slowly turning silver and topaz the closer they came. Skyscrapers in the distance seemed like another land here, so small that Colin could hold them between his thumb and forefinger. The motorway stood out like two red and white ribbons, shining bright with the congestion. The thick charcoal clouds hung low and thick, illuminated by the artificial light. He’d never seen anything more stunning.
Something caught his eye not to far away, the object being red and white and a check pattern. There lay a picnic blanket and straw hamper, centred straight in the perfect spot. His eyes warmed at the sight, because not only had he not had a picnic for years; he’d never had one under the cover of night, with a view as spectacular as this.
Breath ghosting over his ear and arms wrapping around his middle reminded him of another presence, and suddenly he realised his mistake, there was a far more stunning sight than the one before him. But it was still a damn good view. He heard, and felt, the man talk behind him. “So, whatcha think?”
“I, its unbelievable. I can’t believe you did this,” He turned in his arms, finally seeing his captor for the first time that night. Losing himself in the summer dew reflection that none of the lights which sparkled below him could compare to, ever. “I mean, it’s just…nobody has ever done so many things for me as you have Ry, at least not things that meant this much to me, I can’t even begin-”
He didn’t begin however, as a large hand settled over his mouth, stopping him before he could. “Stop rambling. I did this because I love you, and because you deserve it.” Ryan’s hand moved to cup his lovers face, drinking in his features like golden honey. The background noise continued as the two merely stared at each other, safe in their own bubble. Colin had always felt like he entered another world with Ryan, a world in which fantasy became reality, and no one else could ever enter. He’d even found sometimes that this parallel universe was so powerful, that once he entered it, all senses diffused. Right now, the cliff could have broken and fell into the gleaming lights, and the pair would never have had a clue.
Breaking from their stupor simultaneously, Ryan’s lazy smile turned into a crinkled beam, the one Colin had always loved. He returned the gesture, and then proceeded to follow the man like a little lost puppy as he went to lounge across the blanket. Shoulders bumped together as they settled in, and Ryan reached over to open the hamper. “I brought good food. Well, reasonable food.”
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It was more reasonable than good. One large packet of Doritos, wraps, cookies, a bottle of sherry and cigs. Ryan could cook, it was a hobby him and his partner shared, but apparently he was rather in a rush and grabbed anything within his extraordinary arm length.
That comment got Colin a poke in the stomach.
Currently, the pair were sharing a cigarette between them, the smoke swirling around like a mist over ice, appearing almost graceful. Colin didn’t crave nicotine as Ryan did; he merely enjoyed the pleasure like a hobby. He could pick it up now and again, often when he was stressed, or when he was simply in the mood for it. Now he in one of them moods, and of course, Ryan had offered.
As he stumped out the cancer stick, he moved forward to snuggle straight into the younger mans collar bone, his arms wrapping around his bony, yet wiry shoulders. Colin had always loved physical contact, not just with Ryan, with everyone. He’d always lay a hand on a mans arm or shoulder when in conversation, or hold a woman’s hand when greeting them, they were things that his mother had taught him when he was a boy. ‘A proper gentleman’ she would call him. Or with close friends, he’d always touch, hug, everything.
So it was no surprise that cuddling with Ryan was one of his favourite pastimes. Besides, Ryan gave the best hugs. Even if his shoulders were bony. Colin snuggled further downwards, burying himself into his soul mates chest, almost trying to glue himself to the others body. He breathed in the scent of Ryan, musky, mysterious and familiar. Beneath him he felt the other shift, as a warm weight rested against the top of Colin’s head. Automatically, he peeled his face away, accidently bumping noses with Ryan as he looked upwards. They fell into their little perfect world for a split second again, before Ryan nuzzled the others nose and placed a kiss on the tip of it.
In turn, Colin brought his lips to the others in a chaste peck, before resting his forehead against the others, and speaking lowly, as if they were in on a secret. “Hey, have I ever told you I really do love you?”
Grinning, the tanned man rubbed the other mans arms affectionately. “It may have cropped up from time to time.”
Slowly though, the grin melted into a look that was so serious, it made Ryan forget for a second what profession he was in. “I really do mean it though. I love you, you give me everything.” For some odd reason, the Canadian’s throat became choked, and his voice sounded strained. “Everything. When I think about my life without meeting you, it seems like I’d be another person, you know?”
Ryan kissed him. He didn’t just kiss him though, he kissed him. The type of kiss that made teenage girls squeal. But this kiss, it was so much more. The kiss swallowed Colin’s trapped tears, and drowned any questions of ‘What if?’ in overwhelming lust. Long elegant fingers unfastened Colin’s buttons delicately, as pale expressive hands rather ripped open Ryan’s shirt. Colin remembers the first time they made love. It wasn’t just sex, definitely not a meaningless fuck. It was an expression, the first time that the two realised just how deeply they were made for each other. The first time was awkward, stiff, the bed was too small and they were both too tall.
It couldn’t have been more perfect.
Over the years, making love became natural to them. With other people, it felt purely physical. Sex. Sure, that was nice for a night to keep your passion at bay. But when Colin and Ryan were together, euphoria. The feeling that bubbled up in their chests was not just raw ecstasy, but the connection rekindling, the unspoken connection threading deeper.
Now, the two lay naked in each others arms, ready and waiting. Rising above the other on both forearms, Ryan looked down upon his lover in his natural form. “Don’t think of another life without me Col, because even if we didn’t meet at Punchlines, fate wouldn’t be able to keep us apart.” Colin couldn’t help but think how lucky he was, watching Ryan in the moonlight. Tanned skin reflective like a copper penny under a lamp, curls hanging down like a shaggy dogs, muscles prominent and tense. Not willing to wait any longer, he showed off his strength by pulling the other down into the rabbit hole.
They made love, right there, on a picnic blanket, under the LA stars.
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Date: 2010-10-01 09:12 pm (UTC)I love this fic, it's so adorably funny and fluffy. A perfect slice of Ry/Col love. You did me proud hun...thank you again. <3 x
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