wl_fanfiction | [ficlet] Wig Shop

Title: Wig Shop
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: PG-13, I think.
Summary: Helping hands in a wig shop.
Note: Written for

indybaggins. Longer than a drabble, and incredibly silly.

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He carries on, tries the wig that Colin gives him, and tries desperately not to blush. It happens every time they play this game, and Ryan is determined to ignore it.

Colin’s hard, and he’s pressing it into his backside. Usually Ryan can get away with ignoring it and pretending it isn’t there. However, this time, Colin keeps shifting.

Drew’s doing it, of course. Today they’re in a wig-shop, and Drew keeps insisting that Ryan give him a new wig and put it on.

“No, no. The blonde one again. Yes, I want the blonde one again.” Drew rips off the wig and throws it on the table, and the audience laughs. This is the third time he’s demanded a completely different wig, and by now the wigs are a tangled mop on the table. Colin will have to search around, again, and –

The blonde wig falls off the table. Colin’s search bumped it, and now the audience and Drew are laughing and Colin is pushing into his backside, and it’s almost too much. Almost.

“Mr. Carey,” Ryan says, cueing Colin to raise his hands and snap his fingers. “It seems that you have repelled the blonde wig. It’s afraid of you now, and I can not sell it to you.” Colin crosses his arms – damn, but that feels nice – and Ryan has his composure back. This kind of banter, this kind of arousal – he can deal with it. “I can sell you the grey wig, though. It’s dandruff-proof.”

And the composure disappears: Colin’s moving again. Shaking from laughter, it feels like.

If only he weren’t on national television! Then he could reach around, finish Colin off, and focus on comedy. Or vise-versa. Finish comedy off, and then focus on Colin.

The next time he gets Colin to grab a wig, it ends up flying into the audience. (Missed the camera by a foot. Curse it.)

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