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Title: Two Wrongs…
Paring: Colin/Ryan
Rating: PG-13 for themes.
Word Count: 1,186
Summary: What’s Ryan got to hide?

Author’s Notes: Inspired by the aftermath of ‘Dubbing’ with David Hasselhoff. There’s a look that Ryan gives Colin after the game that just screams cuteness. ^_^

“Minus a thousand points to Ryan for ‘Two thongs don’t make a right.’” ~ Drew

“C’mon, Col. Please wear it.” Ryan followed me into my dressing room, continuously poking me in the side like a little kid.

I closed the door and turned to him, folding my arms playfully. “You’ve yet to give me one good reason why I should.”

“Because…” He wrapped an arm around me and looked sheepish, trying to hide his blush in an affectionate nuzzle. “It would be really sexy.”

As he kissed my neck in further encouragement, I eyed the object in question that hung from Ryan’s fingers – a single black thong.

“And you seriously see me wearing that, do you?” I challenged him, which I knew only made him more determined.

“You seem to have to forgotten, Colin, that I’m one of the few people in this world who knows just how incredibly kinky you can be.” I blushed profusely at the accuracy of his statement, which he must’ve noticed as he grinned in response. “Admit it, you’d feel pretty hot if you wore it for the whole taping.”

I was being swayed and he could see that. “Someone will notice.”

Ryan made a face. “Unless you’re planning on wearing no pants tonight, I doubt anyone will suspect a thing.”

He came back in for another suckle of my neck and although he usually drives me crazy when he does that, I remained unfazed. “Ryan…”

“Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal,” he laughed as he pulled away and I rose an eyebrow in question. “If you wear it for the taping tonight, then I’ll wear one, too.”

I have to admit I flushed quite deeply at the image that put in my head – so much so that I felt my crotch subtly approve. Nevertheless, I continued to blink at him in surprise. “You will?”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to miss out on all the fun.”

With a sly wink, he bent down to kiss me and damn if I didn’t cave right there and then with one of his hands on my hip while the other cupped my cheek.

“Where’d you get two thongs from anyway?” I muttered as I wandered off to my bathroom in order to put the garment on. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Ryan was skipping happily behind me.

“Need to know, love. Need to know.”


And that was it. I didn’t think that Ryan needed to bring it up again during the taping, assuming he got enough kicks just by picturing me in the damn thing. I know I did whenever my mind drifted to what the display beneath Ryan’s pants would look like. Though I’d never truly admit it, he’d had been right – it felt mildly dangerous, which pleased me in some ways.

I knew the moment David Hasselhoff came jogging out enthusiastically that there’d be a joke about Baywatch somewhere along the way. The first time he entered for Song Styles with Wayne, I looked over to my lover – he had the most ridiculous smirk on his face, half smug, half amused.

I thought nothing of it at first until it was time for Dubbing. I was the girl, of course, though I did get a giddy, amused feeling when Ryan was listed as my ‘boyfriend’. No one else knew about us so I had to strategically hide my blush.

“Just as long as I’m a guy, man.”

Hmm, you might want to remember what you’re wearing before you say that, Ry.

The game commenced, me gaining all the laughs I needed with the help of Hasselhoff’s over-enthusiasm. I sent a wry look my partner’s way when he stepped on and played the jealousy act all too well. If anything, I rather like Ryan when he gets possessive – especially after hours in clubs or bars. If he sees someone getting too cosy with me, he’ll make sure to hold me, touch me and kiss me a lot more to give people not-so-subtle hints to back away, he’s taken. Remember when we had that wrestler Chyna on the show? I rest my case.

As I came back to the game, having been away with the fairies the last few moments, I heard Wayne announce, “…I’m sworn to tell the truth and wear this thong.”

Immediately, my eyes found Ryan’s gaze as his did the same. There was a silent communication between us in the few seconds that followed that mainly consisted of me asking him mentally, ‘Are you going to say it, or shall I?’

With a gleam in his eyes, Ryan responded. “I’m wearing a thong, too. But two thongs don’t make a right.”

I remember using that line once for one of our Whose Line games, and now he’d brought it back with a deadly accurate vengeance. I instantly smirked at him and he followed suit with his deep laughter, obscuring his next line and I was suddenly all too conscious of my secret black undergarment. I tried not to let it show as we wrapped up the game before it got too dirty. Oh, how I loved the irony.

Once we were back in our customary seats Drew grinned at us, further fuelling our joyful mood.

“Minus a thousand points to Ryan for ‘Two thongs don’t make a right.’

Ryan nodded in understanding slightly with that poker face of his, his leg jiggling in embarrassment but then he glanced at me, giving me a flirtatious look that entirely said, ‘Little does he know…’

I hastily took a drink and drowned out most of the flush that was threatening to take me over. Still, just another hour or two and we could have all the thong-induced fun we wanted.


All of the bedding had been pushed off the end of the bed once we’d finished, Ryan curled into me lazily as his breathing evened out whilst I found myself unable to move from staring up at the ceiling in daze, trying to regain my shattered awareness. I felt Ryan’s lips against my shoulder and that did the trick, allowing me to lean into him.

“Mmm,” Ryan purred in contentment and snuggled against my chest lovingly, his leg wrapping snugly around mine. Then suddenly he started to laugh and I twisted my head to look at him, confused.

“What’s so funny?” I was still a little out of breath.

“Oh nothing,” he replied innocently. “It’s just that I love what you’ve done with the door handle.”

Furrowing my brow in confusion I followed his gaze to the door of the hotel room and couldn’t help but giggle – a black thong hung from the handle, though whether it was mine or Ryan’s was hard to know. “How’d that get up there?”

“Beats me – I was kinda preoccupied by your sexy body to notice where our clothing was going.”

With a furious blush, I cuddled back into him again as he kissed my neck and jaw with feather-light lips. We made love a further two times before finally collapsing and tugging the warm blankets over us, enjoying the comfortable nest we’d created.

Looks like those two thongs did make a right this time.

The End 

Date: 2011-01-09 04:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rycolfan.livejournal.com
Mmmmm...oh, the yumminess! *happy sigh* I could just imagine that going on behind the scenes, too. XP

Fabulous, hun. Loved it! ^_^ x

Date: 2011-01-09 07:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not2bscene.livejournal.com
Thank you for this. Our lovely naughty boys can do no thong.

You put a thong in my heart and-- WHAP!!! Ka blam... whooch, tap.. tap .....tap.

On noes... my thonger broke! whatever shall I do now?

^_^ <3

Date: 2011-01-09 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mizzmeow.livejournal.com
lol I love sexy undies sex. Thanks for feeding a kink. :D

Date: 2012-01-15 09:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jie-jie.livejournal.com
*giggles madly*

I don't know how I missed this the first time around, but wow...that was damned funny. And it made for a rather hawt visual too! Meow. ^_^

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