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[Trick or Treat] Reach Out.
Title: Reach Out.
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natyu0815
Pairing: Colin/Ryan.
Summary: It's been some time since Colin saw Ryan, so he decides to take a trip and meet him. One that will change his life forever.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 2.936. (Talk about long fics, huh?)
A/N: This is my treat for mrs.rycolfan who, like her name states, loves RyCol. And first times too. So this is my fluffy fic for her. I hope you guys like it n_n
Once again, a huge THANK YOU to Kat for an amazingly quick beta work. :)
How long has it been since I last saw Ryan? Months? A year? I have no idea; all I know is that I miss him like nobody’s business. After all, we’ve been together since we were mere aspiring comedians, more than thirty years ago. We were young, silly, and full of dreams. We were convinced we’d never be as well-known as we are now, but we kept trying in spite of what the world said.
I remember the first time we met. I had a friend who said he’d get me a spot on his bar’s stage, and so one night I went over to talk to him and see if it all “floated my boat”, let’s say. Ryan had just performed one of his stand up routines full of physical jokes and cursing, making the crowd in that dark bar roar in laughter. After he finished his gig, I went to the green room preceded by the bar’s owner. He introduced us, and we shook hands. That night we just stayed at the bar having drinks and trying to out-fun one another. I have no idea who won, and I doubt he’d know either. It’s not important anyway. Once the bar closed and we were thrown out, still full of energy, he asked me whether I was up to having some more fun. Hell yeah, I was. We smiled at each other and he guided me to one of his friends’ house, where there was a party and a bunch of other low-class comedians like us. He held my hand all the way there. From then on, he never let me go.
We got into second city together; he got me into Whose Line UK first and then asked me to follow him to the US version of the same show, and we did tons of other shows together, be it the Drew Carey Show, The Green Screen Show, or Improv-A-Ganza… But it wasn’t all work. We also met our wives around the same time, got married the same year, practically raised our kids together, went on holidays together, shared Christmases and New Years. We became inseparable almost immediately after we met, and nowadays he and I are still the best of friends.
We have the kind of relationship where there’s no need to keep in touch or to see each other constantly. We could spend years without talking to each other, and when we did, we’d just pick up where we left.
And that is exactly what I’m planning for today. I drive to the theatre and put my cap and sunglasses on. I don’t want to be recognized, lest I get hijacked by fans or haters; you never know.
The security guard that is guarding the back of the venue stops me, and I smile. I lower my glasses and lift my cap off a bit to reveal my very characteristic baldness. His eyes widen with recognition, and in between stammered apologies, he lets me in and points me in the right direction.
I take a deep breath as I reach my destination and knock on the door. From behind it, a rusty voice yells at me to come in, so I do.
Ryan’s eyes widen as he sees me. He immediately takes two long strides toward me and holds me between his arms in a tight embrace. I hug him back just as tight, knowing well enough just how much we need this little moment before we finally give in to the usual comfortableness.
“What are you doing here?” he asks with a huge grin as soon as we let each other go.
I shrug. “We had a gig nearby, and I wanted to come see ya. I miss you, Ry,” I admit with a sideways smile. He nods, and his eyes lock with mine, telling me I’m not the only one who’s homesick.
The rest of the time he has before getting onstage is spent between reminiscing and catching up with each other. When he has to go perform, we’re remembering some venues we played together.
“Please stay for the show,” he asks after one of the stage-people informs him that he has ten minutes.
His pleading eyes do the work. I agree and he squeals, calling someone from the crew to ask them for a ticket. They say the venue is sold out, but if someone doesn’t show up, I can have their seat. Sounds good enough for me.
It turns out the pouring rain and cold weather make people want to stay home. I sit in the closest seat to the stage I can get that is still empty and wait patiently for my friends to come on stage.
Ryan spots me in the audience immediately, and we exchange a knowing smile before he looks away. I wonder if he told the rest of the gang I was there. With us catching up with each other, I didn’t have any time to go say hi to them.
I cheer along with the crowd until they begin introducing the first game of the night, Freeze Tag; that’s when they see me. Jeff squints against the stage light, inspecting the crowd for a good position to begin the game with. Several people raise their hands, and I do too in mockery. Jeff’s head turns to my side, and he sees me. His eyes grow wide, and so does his grin. He takes a moment to look at Ryan accusingly, and the tall man just shrugs. That’s when Chip and Greg, who did not miss the exchange between the other two comedians, spot me in the crowd.
“Oh wow. Excuse me, sir, would you mind covering your head? We’re gonna go blind up here!” Greg mocks me with a huge grin.
“But you’re already blind, Greg!” I shout back, and the audience finds me as well. A few gasps of surprise arise here and there, and a lot of chuckling too.
Jeff begins clapping. “Colin Mochrie everybody! Colin, c’mere.”
I try to refuse, but my four friends and lots of audience members cheer for me to get onstage. I finally–and reluctantly–get up and bouncily walk to the stairs, where my friends are waiting to greet me with hugs and small words.
“The fuck are you doing here?” Chip asks in a low voice after patting my back. I shrug, and Chip rushes off-stage to get me my own stool.
I look at Ryan, and he smiles at me. When I smile back at him, suddenly it’s exactly the same way it was in Whose Line, where we’d exchange small knowing looks and smiles.
Back in the present, the audience keeps shouting suggestions for Freeze Tag. They give two positions for Chip and Jeff, and they begin the game. They set themselves in some random scenery, playing with the poses they’re holding. Greg calls ‘Freeze!’ and rushes into the scene, changing it entirely. I see an opportunity to join and I freeze the scene again and walk to Ryan for him to join me; we pretend we’re looking at a painting with fruits, and I’m trying to sell it to him. He plays along, of course.
Then Greg freezes the scene again. Ryan and I remain unmoving, my hand on the thin of his back, one next to the other. Greg sets the scene in a party, complaining he’s the only one who is alone there. Ryan and I hold each other close, and he steps around to face me. He caresses my cheek with his knuckles, tracing down softly, while he looks into my eyes. For a second, I forget how to breathe. I just isolate myself from the rest of the world when his skin runs over mine, when his embrace tightens, and when his sweet breath washes over my face. I only come back to reality when Chip yells freeze.
A few more changes and the game comes to an end. Up next, Jeff and Chip sing for an audience member. Ryan, Greg, and I are left sitting on the stools, laughing as the younger men sing a Michael-Jackson-like song in high-pitched tones to a woman who’s a doctor married to a male nurse. Ryan, laughing, claps my knee, and our eyes meet for a fraction of a second. God, I missed him.
The game is now over and, the audience is clapping.
“We’re doing Sentences next. Wanna introduce it and play with me?” Ryan whispers to my ear.
I beam in response, and he gestures the other guys to let me introduce the next one. They nod in agreement as I step forward to the front of the stage. As the laughter and clapping dies off, I smile at the audience and begin speaking.
Ryan goes around the audience, getting hold of the small pieces of paper that are being handed to him, as I explain how the game works. Once he’s done, he comes onstage with me and gives me some papers.
The audience suggests the scene of a hospital, so I play the nurse, knowing they’re going to love it. And oh yes, they do.
Ryan smiles with amusement at my inside-joke.
“Doctor Ken, I’m nurse Barbie. I… Here’s the chart of patients we have to attend today,” I begin, handing him an imaginary stack of papers. Ryan humors me and pretends to be flipping through it.
Somehow the scene leads us to checking on our first patient. He asks what’s wrong with him; I get the cue and pull out a slip of paper from my pocket.
“Well, he…” I chuckle below my breath as I read the paper. “He went by the life-motto ‘No matter what happens, there’s always room for jell-o’!” The audience laughs in clear approval, happy to see such a random statement inserted in our imaginary world.
Ryan tries to hide a smile as he replies, “Oh God, that can’t be good!”
“Why, it isn’t, doc. He’s terminal. He has jell-o intoxication. His cells have… become… jell-o,” I reply with a frown and a smirk, shaking my head and turning away.
The scene goes by smoothly, the same way it did back in the day when we would perform together practically every day. We move forward to other patients; the sentences on the slips of paper guide us to be treating a giant, a person whose head is stuck in a mayo jar, and a penguin with hiccups.
“And this one is one of the most terrible cases I ever had,” Ryan says, walking to a side as if approaching another bed and taking out a piece of paper. He reads it. “She said to me, as soon as she walked in here… She said ‘I have your baby in me, giraffe!’” Once again, the audience cheers and laughs at the sentence.
I gasp, clutching my chest. “Ken, you got her pregnant?!” I yell in mocked astonishment.
“I…” he walks away dramatically. I follow him.
“And how does she know I call you giraffe when we’re in bed?!” I go on accusingly. “Weren’t you the one who said…” I take out another paper. “‘And then the elephant flew through the window?’” I rack my brain trying to find a way to connect the sentence to the scene. “Wasn’t honesty your biggest policy? You said there shouldn’t be an elephant in the room and that we had to throw it out the window and be honest…” I cover my face with my hands, shaking as though I were crying.
He puts a hand on my back, as if comforting me. The contact feels good, its familiarity making me go back to our best years once more. I smile in spite of myself; luckily my hands are still blocking my face from sight.
“I’m sorry, Barbie, but… I couldn’t help it. I’m a man!” he yells in a slightly more feminine voice.
I pretend I’m about to faint, and he catches me. “Oh, no! Wait, let me examine you with my stethoscope.”
He mimics placing said instrument on me and rests his hand on my chest. I forget to breathe as his eyes lock with mine. I can hear my pulse in my ears, and I know he can feel it too. All I can hope is that he’ll think it’s for the rush of being onstage. His expression is unreadable as he gulps.
“I… Your heart is beating fast,” he states. I know this is not part of our scene as my heart threatens to break every bone in my rib-cage with its strong and quick movements.
A moment of silence that could’ve been an eternity or just a millisecond goes by, and I find myself dragging my brain back to reality.
“Well, I… You cheated on me!” I yell, pleading to Ry with my eyes. He blinks at me before he realizes we’re onstage. He seems to get out of the trance he was in.
“Oh, right. But you know I would never do that if I were sober! It was just a one-night-stand, Barbie. I swear. I don’t love her, not the way I love you.”
I move away. I know that if I remain in his embrace, I’m going to faint for real or get more confused than I already am. I don’t want either of those things to happen right now. So I walk back to the centre of the stage dramatically.
“Don’t you love me anymore, Barbie? Don’t you trust me?” he asks, coming after me.
“How can I love a man who cheated on me?” I reply without stopping, knowing better than to let him reach me right now.
I can tell he gave a few long strides and without much effort reached me. I feel his hand on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I love you, not her,” he says and pauses. “Remember what I told you that night by the fireplace? Right before midnight, do you remember what I said?” He takes out a slip of paper.
“Of course I do! You said…” I grab it in my hands and almost gasp at how well the sentence fits in the scene. “’It’s always been you’.”
He chuckles and spins me around. “It’s always been you, Barbie,” he says looking into my eyes. I freeze in place as Ryan’s head ducks. He plants a sweet, chaste kiss on my lips, and our eyes drift closed. We get lost in it for a moment, before Greg walks in front of us and asks the audience to applaud us. Apparently the audience didn’t notice, because they burst into clapping and laughing almost right away. It’s this that finally makes us snap back to reality, and we pull away.
We look into each other’s eyes and share a smile. After a bit, we bow mockingly and go back to our stools while the roar of the audience dies down.
The rest of the show goes by quite quickly for us, and I’m working in automatic as the games succeed one another. At the end of the show, we take a bow, wave at the audience, and go backstage.
I walk behind Ryan, and once we’re out of sight I reach out and grab his arm to stop him. He turns around with a smile as our friends walk past us. Greg sends me a knowing look as he follows Chip and Jeff to the green rooms. I follow them with my eyes until they’re out of ear-shot.
“Ry, I…” I begin. Why is it so hard for me to talk to my best friend when we used to kiss time and again before? Why now, after so long?
The answer pops into my mind immediately after: because before I wasn’t head over heels for him.
Ryan shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Col. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. It was all of the shits and giggles, you know?” he shrugs, trying to appear as if it was nothing more. But he isn’t looking into my eyes as he smiles a little and blurts out such a huge lie.
I have no idea why, or what came over me, but I step forward and pull him in for a kiss. He makes a noise, but lets me crush our lips together. After the initial shock, he kisses me back, putting his hand on my cheek to pull me even closer.
I can feel my heart pound even faster than it did when we were onstage, my cheeks burn as I blush, the blood run through my veins really fast. His tongue caresses my lips, asking for entrance. I part them, and his tongue sneaks in to explore my mouth. I let him, loving the way he feels; everything is new for us. We have never been this intimate.
Greg interrupts us with a clearing of his throat. When had he walked back to us? How long had he been watching?
We pull away as fast as we can, startled. My cheeks blush intently as Ryan pulls me closer to his side by my waist, hugging me sideways. Our friend is just smiling at us, looking from Ryan to me and back to Ryan over his glasses.
“Y’know, the fans are waiting,” he points out, blinking an eye at us. He spins around and struts away. “It was about fucking time, by the way,” he calls over his shoulder.
Ryan’s grip tightens around me, and we both chuckle as we make our way to the awaiting fans. Little do they know just how special this day is for us, and why.
Author:
natyu0815Pairing: Colin/Ryan.
Summary: It's been some time since Colin saw Ryan, so he decides to take a trip and meet him. One that will change his life forever.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 2.936. (Talk about long fics, huh?)
A/N: This is my treat for mrs.
rycolfan who, like her name states, loves RyCol. And first times too. So this is my fluffy fic for her. I hope you guys like it n_nOnce again, a huge THANK YOU to Kat for an amazingly quick beta work. :)
How long has it been since I last saw Ryan? Months? A year? I have no idea; all I know is that I miss him like nobody’s business. After all, we’ve been together since we were mere aspiring comedians, more than thirty years ago. We were young, silly, and full of dreams. We were convinced we’d never be as well-known as we are now, but we kept trying in spite of what the world said.
I remember the first time we met. I had a friend who said he’d get me a spot on his bar’s stage, and so one night I went over to talk to him and see if it all “floated my boat”, let’s say. Ryan had just performed one of his stand up routines full of physical jokes and cursing, making the crowd in that dark bar roar in laughter. After he finished his gig, I went to the green room preceded by the bar’s owner. He introduced us, and we shook hands. That night we just stayed at the bar having drinks and trying to out-fun one another. I have no idea who won, and I doubt he’d know either. It’s not important anyway. Once the bar closed and we were thrown out, still full of energy, he asked me whether I was up to having some more fun. Hell yeah, I was. We smiled at each other and he guided me to one of his friends’ house, where there was a party and a bunch of other low-class comedians like us. He held my hand all the way there. From then on, he never let me go.
We got into second city together; he got me into Whose Line UK first and then asked me to follow him to the US version of the same show, and we did tons of other shows together, be it the Drew Carey Show, The Green Screen Show, or Improv-A-Ganza… But it wasn’t all work. We also met our wives around the same time, got married the same year, practically raised our kids together, went on holidays together, shared Christmases and New Years. We became inseparable almost immediately after we met, and nowadays he and I are still the best of friends.
We have the kind of relationship where there’s no need to keep in touch or to see each other constantly. We could spend years without talking to each other, and when we did, we’d just pick up where we left.
And that is exactly what I’m planning for today. I drive to the theatre and put my cap and sunglasses on. I don’t want to be recognized, lest I get hijacked by fans or haters; you never know.
The security guard that is guarding the back of the venue stops me, and I smile. I lower my glasses and lift my cap off a bit to reveal my very characteristic baldness. His eyes widen with recognition, and in between stammered apologies, he lets me in and points me in the right direction.
I take a deep breath as I reach my destination and knock on the door. From behind it, a rusty voice yells at me to come in, so I do.
Ryan’s eyes widen as he sees me. He immediately takes two long strides toward me and holds me between his arms in a tight embrace. I hug him back just as tight, knowing well enough just how much we need this little moment before we finally give in to the usual comfortableness.
“What are you doing here?” he asks with a huge grin as soon as we let each other go.
I shrug. “We had a gig nearby, and I wanted to come see ya. I miss you, Ry,” I admit with a sideways smile. He nods, and his eyes lock with mine, telling me I’m not the only one who’s homesick.
The rest of the time he has before getting onstage is spent between reminiscing and catching up with each other. When he has to go perform, we’re remembering some venues we played together.
“Please stay for the show,” he asks after one of the stage-people informs him that he has ten minutes.
His pleading eyes do the work. I agree and he squeals, calling someone from the crew to ask them for a ticket. They say the venue is sold out, but if someone doesn’t show up, I can have their seat. Sounds good enough for me.
It turns out the pouring rain and cold weather make people want to stay home. I sit in the closest seat to the stage I can get that is still empty and wait patiently for my friends to come on stage.
Ryan spots me in the audience immediately, and we exchange a knowing smile before he looks away. I wonder if he told the rest of the gang I was there. With us catching up with each other, I didn’t have any time to go say hi to them.
I cheer along with the crowd until they begin introducing the first game of the night, Freeze Tag; that’s when they see me. Jeff squints against the stage light, inspecting the crowd for a good position to begin the game with. Several people raise their hands, and I do too in mockery. Jeff’s head turns to my side, and he sees me. His eyes grow wide, and so does his grin. He takes a moment to look at Ryan accusingly, and the tall man just shrugs. That’s when Chip and Greg, who did not miss the exchange between the other two comedians, spot me in the crowd.
“Oh wow. Excuse me, sir, would you mind covering your head? We’re gonna go blind up here!” Greg mocks me with a huge grin.
“But you’re already blind, Greg!” I shout back, and the audience finds me as well. A few gasps of surprise arise here and there, and a lot of chuckling too.
Jeff begins clapping. “Colin Mochrie everybody! Colin, c’mere.”
I try to refuse, but my four friends and lots of audience members cheer for me to get onstage. I finally–and reluctantly–get up and bouncily walk to the stairs, where my friends are waiting to greet me with hugs and small words.
“The fuck are you doing here?” Chip asks in a low voice after patting my back. I shrug, and Chip rushes off-stage to get me my own stool.
I look at Ryan, and he smiles at me. When I smile back at him, suddenly it’s exactly the same way it was in Whose Line, where we’d exchange small knowing looks and smiles.
Back in the present, the audience keeps shouting suggestions for Freeze Tag. They give two positions for Chip and Jeff, and they begin the game. They set themselves in some random scenery, playing with the poses they’re holding. Greg calls ‘Freeze!’ and rushes into the scene, changing it entirely. I see an opportunity to join and I freeze the scene again and walk to Ryan for him to join me; we pretend we’re looking at a painting with fruits, and I’m trying to sell it to him. He plays along, of course.
Then Greg freezes the scene again. Ryan and I remain unmoving, my hand on the thin of his back, one next to the other. Greg sets the scene in a party, complaining he’s the only one who is alone there. Ryan and I hold each other close, and he steps around to face me. He caresses my cheek with his knuckles, tracing down softly, while he looks into my eyes. For a second, I forget how to breathe. I just isolate myself from the rest of the world when his skin runs over mine, when his embrace tightens, and when his sweet breath washes over my face. I only come back to reality when Chip yells freeze.
A few more changes and the game comes to an end. Up next, Jeff and Chip sing for an audience member. Ryan, Greg, and I are left sitting on the stools, laughing as the younger men sing a Michael-Jackson-like song in high-pitched tones to a woman who’s a doctor married to a male nurse. Ryan, laughing, claps my knee, and our eyes meet for a fraction of a second. God, I missed him.
The game is now over and, the audience is clapping.
“We’re doing Sentences next. Wanna introduce it and play with me?” Ryan whispers to my ear.
I beam in response, and he gestures the other guys to let me introduce the next one. They nod in agreement as I step forward to the front of the stage. As the laughter and clapping dies off, I smile at the audience and begin speaking.
Ryan goes around the audience, getting hold of the small pieces of paper that are being handed to him, as I explain how the game works. Once he’s done, he comes onstage with me and gives me some papers.
The audience suggests the scene of a hospital, so I play the nurse, knowing they’re going to love it. And oh yes, they do.
Ryan smiles with amusement at my inside-joke.
“Doctor Ken, I’m nurse Barbie. I… Here’s the chart of patients we have to attend today,” I begin, handing him an imaginary stack of papers. Ryan humors me and pretends to be flipping through it.
Somehow the scene leads us to checking on our first patient. He asks what’s wrong with him; I get the cue and pull out a slip of paper from my pocket.
“Well, he…” I chuckle below my breath as I read the paper. “He went by the life-motto ‘No matter what happens, there’s always room for jell-o’!” The audience laughs in clear approval, happy to see such a random statement inserted in our imaginary world.
Ryan tries to hide a smile as he replies, “Oh God, that can’t be good!”
“Why, it isn’t, doc. He’s terminal. He has jell-o intoxication. His cells have… become… jell-o,” I reply with a frown and a smirk, shaking my head and turning away.
The scene goes by smoothly, the same way it did back in the day when we would perform together practically every day. We move forward to other patients; the sentences on the slips of paper guide us to be treating a giant, a person whose head is stuck in a mayo jar, and a penguin with hiccups.
“And this one is one of the most terrible cases I ever had,” Ryan says, walking to a side as if approaching another bed and taking out a piece of paper. He reads it. “She said to me, as soon as she walked in here… She said ‘I have your baby in me, giraffe!’” Once again, the audience cheers and laughs at the sentence.
I gasp, clutching my chest. “Ken, you got her pregnant?!” I yell in mocked astonishment.
“I…” he walks away dramatically. I follow him.
“And how does she know I call you giraffe when we’re in bed?!” I go on accusingly. “Weren’t you the one who said…” I take out another paper. “‘And then the elephant flew through the window?’” I rack my brain trying to find a way to connect the sentence to the scene. “Wasn’t honesty your biggest policy? You said there shouldn’t be an elephant in the room and that we had to throw it out the window and be honest…” I cover my face with my hands, shaking as though I were crying.
He puts a hand on my back, as if comforting me. The contact feels good, its familiarity making me go back to our best years once more. I smile in spite of myself; luckily my hands are still blocking my face from sight.
“I’m sorry, Barbie, but… I couldn’t help it. I’m a man!” he yells in a slightly more feminine voice.
I pretend I’m about to faint, and he catches me. “Oh, no! Wait, let me examine you with my stethoscope.”
He mimics placing said instrument on me and rests his hand on my chest. I forget to breathe as his eyes lock with mine. I can hear my pulse in my ears, and I know he can feel it too. All I can hope is that he’ll think it’s for the rush of being onstage. His expression is unreadable as he gulps.
“I… Your heart is beating fast,” he states. I know this is not part of our scene as my heart threatens to break every bone in my rib-cage with its strong and quick movements.
A moment of silence that could’ve been an eternity or just a millisecond goes by, and I find myself dragging my brain back to reality.
“Well, I… You cheated on me!” I yell, pleading to Ry with my eyes. He blinks at me before he realizes we’re onstage. He seems to get out of the trance he was in.
“Oh, right. But you know I would never do that if I were sober! It was just a one-night-stand, Barbie. I swear. I don’t love her, not the way I love you.”
I move away. I know that if I remain in his embrace, I’m going to faint for real or get more confused than I already am. I don’t want either of those things to happen right now. So I walk back to the centre of the stage dramatically.
“Don’t you love me anymore, Barbie? Don’t you trust me?” he asks, coming after me.
“How can I love a man who cheated on me?” I reply without stopping, knowing better than to let him reach me right now.
I can tell he gave a few long strides and without much effort reached me. I feel his hand on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I love you, not her,” he says and pauses. “Remember what I told you that night by the fireplace? Right before midnight, do you remember what I said?” He takes out a slip of paper.
“Of course I do! You said…” I grab it in my hands and almost gasp at how well the sentence fits in the scene. “’It’s always been you’.”
He chuckles and spins me around. “It’s always been you, Barbie,” he says looking into my eyes. I freeze in place as Ryan’s head ducks. He plants a sweet, chaste kiss on my lips, and our eyes drift closed. We get lost in it for a moment, before Greg walks in front of us and asks the audience to applaud us. Apparently the audience didn’t notice, because they burst into clapping and laughing almost right away. It’s this that finally makes us snap back to reality, and we pull away.
We look into each other’s eyes and share a smile. After a bit, we bow mockingly and go back to our stools while the roar of the audience dies down.
The rest of the show goes by quite quickly for us, and I’m working in automatic as the games succeed one another. At the end of the show, we take a bow, wave at the audience, and go backstage.
I walk behind Ryan, and once we’re out of sight I reach out and grab his arm to stop him. He turns around with a smile as our friends walk past us. Greg sends me a knowing look as he follows Chip and Jeff to the green rooms. I follow them with my eyes until they’re out of ear-shot.
“Ry, I…” I begin. Why is it so hard for me to talk to my best friend when we used to kiss time and again before? Why now, after so long?
The answer pops into my mind immediately after: because before I wasn’t head over heels for him.
Ryan shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Col. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. It was all of the shits and giggles, you know?” he shrugs, trying to appear as if it was nothing more. But he isn’t looking into my eyes as he smiles a little and blurts out such a huge lie.
I have no idea why, or what came over me, but I step forward and pull him in for a kiss. He makes a noise, but lets me crush our lips together. After the initial shock, he kisses me back, putting his hand on my cheek to pull me even closer.
I can feel my heart pound even faster than it did when we were onstage, my cheeks burn as I blush, the blood run through my veins really fast. His tongue caresses my lips, asking for entrance. I part them, and his tongue sneaks in to explore my mouth. I let him, loving the way he feels; everything is new for us. We have never been this intimate.
Greg interrupts us with a clearing of his throat. When had he walked back to us? How long had he been watching?
We pull away as fast as we can, startled. My cheeks blush intently as Ryan pulls me closer to his side by my waist, hugging me sideways. Our friend is just smiling at us, looking from Ryan to me and back to Ryan over his glasses.
“Y’know, the fans are waiting,” he points out, blinking an eye at us. He spins around and struts away. “It was about fucking time, by the way,” he calls over his shoulder.
Ryan’s grip tightens around me, and we both chuckle as we make our way to the awaiting fans. Little do they know just how special this day is for us, and why.
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Thanks again! :)
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I'm glad it was a good enough antidote! :D Heheh
Anytime <3
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Like RCF said this was a much needed dose of fluff among all the angst. Very fun! :)
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"His pleading eyes do the work" haha damn those puppy eyes!
"where my friends are waiting to greet me with hugs and small words" - bless them all :D they're all so cuddly
“And how does she know I call you giraffe when we’re in bed?!” I go on accusingly. “Weren’t you the one who said…” I take out another paper. “‘And then the elephant flew through the window?’” - haha I can hear them saying this whole scene in my head - I miss Whose Line on the TV
"I know this is not part of our scene as my heart threatens to break every bone in my rib-cage with its strong and quick movements" such a lovely way of describing a rapid heart beat
"“It was about fucking time, by the way,” he calls over his shoulder" haha knowing Greg knows before they do :P
Thanks for sharing this! Enjoyed every minute and I'm normally take it or leave it when it comes to ry/col
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Another wonderful fic!
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Thanks, sweetie! n_n