Paint

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Author: lastgreyskies
Rating: PG-13 (just for swearing)
Main Pairing: RyCol
Summary: It's 1985, and Colin and Ryan are taping the short film the Rainbow War. Flirting ensues.
Word Count: 542
Feedback: it's awesome to hear.
Disclaimer: made it all up.

It's just after filming, and Ryan steps into the bathroom. This is a low budget film; therefore, all the men put on costumes and makeup in the men's restroom. It's currently crowded and loud.  It smells like piss, sweat, and eyeshadow and someone has drawn a two-foot-long dick on the wall in permanent marker.

Ryan edges his way up to the sink. People step out of the way for a six-foot-six man with sharp elbows. He finds himself next to Colin Mochrie and accidentally-on-purpose bumps Colin's hands when he sticks his own under the faucet. Colin's skin is cool and damp and smooth.

“Hey, Col,” he says.

“Hey, Ry. Good job today.”

“Mm, yeah. I'm great.” Ryan throws Colin a grin, and Colin laughs.

“You've never had any trouble with your ego.”

Colin grabs a sponge and wipes away a thick layer of stage makeup. Ryan takes the sponge from his hand, their fingers brushing, and dabs it gently on his nose. “There. You missed a spot.”

They smile softly at each other.

Colin turns away and strips off his ridiculous yellow tights and his ridiculous yellow poofy shirt and Ryan sneaks a glance. Colin's back muscles shift as he tugs up his sweatpants; his arms are pale, faint ropes of muscles visible below his skin. Ryan shakes his head, squeezes his eyes shut, forces himself to look away. He pulls on sweats and a ragged t-shirt.

They walk out of the bathroom together, and their hands brush together as they walk. Ryan swears that, for a split second, Colin's fingers linger against the side of his hand. He blinks and shivers.

God, the things this man does to him.

They walk across the set and then, all of a sudden, Colin grabs a tube of yellow paint from the floor and squirts it across Ryan's ratty t-shirt.

Ryan bursts out laughing, and he wipes it off his shirt and runs his fingers across Colin's face, leaving streaks of cheerful yellow on his velvet-soft skin. And then Colin has a tube of blue and he's squirting it all over his hands, placing hand prints all over Ryan's clothes- Ryan closes his eyes as Colin's hands leave warm, lingering touches on his hips, his back, his stomach. He snatches a tube of red from the floor (god, why are there tubes of paint everywhere?) and says, “I'm gonna get you back.”

Colin laughs and backs up, but Ryan is backing him into a corner; and he ends up pressed up against a yellow rock wall. Ryan raises his eyebrows and holds Colin down with one hand in the center of his chest-

-And he can feel Colin's heart, beating wildly below hot skin and thin clothes-

-And with his other hand he paints a large, sloppy red heart on Colin's arm.

“There you go, Col,” he says with a smirk.

“Thanks, Ry,” Colin says back.

He grabs Ryan's hand to stop him from painting him anymore. When their fingers untangle again, Colin's palms are streaked with red-yellow-blue, and he slides his hand up Ryan's shirt and places a rainbow hand print on his stomach. Ryan's skin is soft, warm; beneath it, his muscles are taut.


“Nice abs, Ryan Stiles,” Colin says, and then he frees himself from Ryan and runs across the set, laughing.