Ryan's Books
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wl_fanfictionTitle: Ryan's Books
Author: Corliamat
Chapter: 8a/?- Part 8 is going to come in three different sections. The other two will be up later tonight. My dad is dictating the notes, we're both supping beer and having trouble reading my handwriting lol.
Summary: Leading to friday night.
Pairing(s): Leading to Ry/Col and Greg/Jeff; Drew/Chip.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter
Author's notes: Please read preface for outline etc. Completely AU, as in totally 100%
Disclaimer: I own naff all and make no presumptions. This is pure fiction.
"No, that's naughty," Greg scolded, tapping a spoon lightly on Bits' nose when the hungry cat tried to eat his food straight from the can.
Both felines were staring at him impatiently, licking their lips and waiting for their dinner.
"I want to get a dog."
"Why?" Ryan questioned, turning on the coffee pot.
"When I bitch at the cats they don't take any notice. They just look at me like I’m an idiot."
"Everyone looks at you like you're an idiot," Ryan reasoned, exiting the kitchen and narrowly avoiding a flying spoon full of cat food.
"Any more of this and I’ll be in the garden eating worms," Greg muttered, fishing another spoon out of the cutlery draw.
The crash and resulting curse from the hallway made Greg wince; he knew he'd forgotten something.
"Greg, that fucking easel is a death-trap!" Ryan bellowed, rubbing his throbbing knee.
"I know I know," the other man huffed, rushing through to check his newest purchase for injuries. "I keep forgetting to move it to my room."
"Next time I collide with it I’m moving the damn thing to the trash."
"I'll do it, I’ll do it! Let me go wash my hands."
"By the way, what time are we going to the club?"
"Oh crap...Um, about that..."
Ryan's mood was not improved by his friend taking an automatic step backwards, a move Greg always made when he was about impart bad news.
"What? Was it cancelled?" He tried hopefully.
"Kind of," Greg squeaked, clearing his throat before continuing. "See, Drew called and I forgot to tell you 'cause we got real busy and Jeff came to help after lunch and he was wearing these tight jeans and I kinda got side-tracked and a clump of Mrs. Ellison's hair turned green and..."
"Greg!" Ryan interrupted impatiently, "What did you do?"
"Well I offered her a discount and she..."
"Not with the green woman!"
"Oh, right. Um...Well...Drew called and said that one of his ex-employees had gone all disgruntled postal worker with a baseball bat. Apparently he totalled most of the liquor, smashed up all the toilets and sinks in the bathroom, caused a flood and smashed a few windows."
"Damn," Ryan breathed.
"Yeah, so I kinda...well...I sort of agreed that Drew could bring the guys over here and audition them and kinda make a party of it…” Greg trailed off, noting with alarm the dark purple hue Ryan's face had adopted.
He was in serious deep shit.
Ryan eyed Greg's easel speculatively before turning back to his cowering housemate and taking a deep breath...
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Sandi sat on her sofa, shaking her head reproachfully and picking up her tea.
"I hope he's going to grease it first," she muttered, taking a sip.
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"Now Ryan..." Greg pleaded, backing away from his fuming friend, and holding his ass protectively, "Let's not be hasty."
"Hasty?!" Ryan spat, putting down the easel he'd been brandishing. "You’ve invited Drew, the usual entourage and a bunch of wanna-be strippers to our house for the evening!! Jesus Greg! What are the neighbours gonna think?!"
"They'll probably think we're a lot more interesting than we actually are."
"Not helping," Ryan sing-songed through gritted teeth.
"Look, I’m sorry! It's just.....You know how hard it is to say no to Drew when he starts."
"Why our house?"
"He said we have more room than his place."
"He has more houses!" Ryan retorted, reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes. "What time are they arriving? And just who the hell is arriving?" he finished, automatically lighting two and handing one to a grateful Greg.
"Thank you. I think about eight and he's bringing Chip, Wayne and...."
"Oh no...He’s not bringing Alan? Tell me he's not bringing that fuckwit to my...."
"Guys?" Colin called, making his way down the stairs. "I’m sorry to interrupt your, erm...Well, sorry to interrupt."
"That's okay Col, what's up?" Ryan sighed, handing the older man his cigarette and stealing Greg's.
"Well, I don't think I’m going to be able to get changed round here."
"Why?" Greg asked, un-stealthily removing Ryan's smokes from his friend's pocket.
"Alan volunteered to pack me something to wear for tonight and...." Colin winced, holding up a V-necked sweater, beige in colour with a pattern of dark brown diamond shapes dotted along the front.
"What the fuck is that?" Ryan blinked.
"Something I’m not even prepared to wear when I’m eighty," Colin laughed nervously.
Greg disappeared into the kitchen momentarily, returning with a pair of cooking tongs.
"Open the door," he instructed, using the tongs to carefully pluck the garment out of Colin's hands.
Ryan opened the front door, both he and Greg exhibiting twin looks of disgust as the latter threw Colin's sweater as far up the garden as possible.
"Should keep the crows off our seeds if nothing else," he muttered.
"Come on Colin, we'll go raid my wardrobe!" Greg grinned, eyeing Colin's body and making mental calculations. "Though you might need to go to Ryan for pants, you got some seriously long legs there."
"I can go home and…” Colin started.
"No!" Ryan intercepted, a little too loudly. "Um, I mean, we can sort you out. Greg has some nice stuff."
"Oh, okay, if you're sure," Colin smiled as Greg began to drag him back up the stairs. "So what time are we going out?"
"We…Um…So what size shoes do you take?"
Ryan chuckled at the seamless change of subject, mentally planning his revenge on Greg and heading for the kitchen's much-needed beer-supply.
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A little while later Ryan checked his watch, seven o clock, plenty of time to get showered and changed before the guys arrived.
He'd spent the past hour or so rearranging the furniture in his lounge to make room for whatever was going to be happening.
"What the hell am I doing?" Ryan muttered to himself, placing another kitchen chair to face a now bare expanse of flooring.
The coffee table had been moved to the kitchen, along with his favourite fireside rug which he did not want decorated with low-flying baby oil and sweat.
The sofas had been shoved to the back wall, accompanied by his six kitchen table chairs. If that wasn't enough room people could either sit on the floor or find a convenient lap.
Ryan took a moment to imagine Colin using his lap.
"Ryan! We need you!" Greg hollered.
"Yes dear," he sighed, rolling his eyes and trudging up the stairs.
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Preface Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven
Author: Corliamat
Chapter: 8a/?- Part 8 is going to come in three different sections. The other two will be up later tonight. My dad is dictating the notes, we're both supping beer and having trouble reading my handwriting lol.
Summary: Leading to friday night.
Pairing(s): Leading to Ry/Col and Greg/Jeff; Drew/Chip.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter
Author's notes: Please read preface for outline etc. Completely AU, as in totally 100%
Disclaimer: I own naff all and make no presumptions. This is pure fiction.
"No, that's naughty," Greg scolded, tapping a spoon lightly on Bits' nose when the hungry cat tried to eat his food straight from the can.
Both felines were staring at him impatiently, licking their lips and waiting for their dinner.
"I want to get a dog."
"Why?" Ryan questioned, turning on the coffee pot.
"When I bitch at the cats they don't take any notice. They just look at me like I’m an idiot."
"Everyone looks at you like you're an idiot," Ryan reasoned, exiting the kitchen and narrowly avoiding a flying spoon full of cat food.
"Any more of this and I’ll be in the garden eating worms," Greg muttered, fishing another spoon out of the cutlery draw.
The crash and resulting curse from the hallway made Greg wince; he knew he'd forgotten something.
"Greg, that fucking easel is a death-trap!" Ryan bellowed, rubbing his throbbing knee.
"I know I know," the other man huffed, rushing through to check his newest purchase for injuries. "I keep forgetting to move it to my room."
"Next time I collide with it I’m moving the damn thing to the trash."
"I'll do it, I’ll do it! Let me go wash my hands."
"By the way, what time are we going to the club?"
"Oh crap...Um, about that..."
Ryan's mood was not improved by his friend taking an automatic step backwards, a move Greg always made when he was about impart bad news.
"What? Was it cancelled?" He tried hopefully.
"Kind of," Greg squeaked, clearing his throat before continuing. "See, Drew called and I forgot to tell you 'cause we got real busy and Jeff came to help after lunch and he was wearing these tight jeans and I kinda got side-tracked and a clump of Mrs. Ellison's hair turned green and..."
"Greg!" Ryan interrupted impatiently, "What did you do?"
"Well I offered her a discount and she..."
"Not with the green woman!"
"Oh, right. Um...Well...Drew called and said that one of his ex-employees had gone all disgruntled postal worker with a baseball bat. Apparently he totalled most of the liquor, smashed up all the toilets and sinks in the bathroom, caused a flood and smashed a few windows."
"Damn," Ryan breathed.
"Yeah, so I kinda...well...I sort of agreed that Drew could bring the guys over here and audition them and kinda make a party of it…” Greg trailed off, noting with alarm the dark purple hue Ryan's face had adopted.
He was in serious deep shit.
Ryan eyed Greg's easel speculatively before turning back to his cowering housemate and taking a deep breath...
----------------------
Sandi sat on her sofa, shaking her head reproachfully and picking up her tea.
"I hope he's going to grease it first," she muttered, taking a sip.
-----------------------
"Now Ryan..." Greg pleaded, backing away from his fuming friend, and holding his ass protectively, "Let's not be hasty."
"Hasty?!" Ryan spat, putting down the easel he'd been brandishing. "You’ve invited Drew, the usual entourage and a bunch of wanna-be strippers to our house for the evening!! Jesus Greg! What are the neighbours gonna think?!"
"They'll probably think we're a lot more interesting than we actually are."
"Not helping," Ryan sing-songed through gritted teeth.
"Look, I’m sorry! It's just.....You know how hard it is to say no to Drew when he starts."
"Why our house?"
"He said we have more room than his place."
"He has more houses!" Ryan retorted, reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes. "What time are they arriving? And just who the hell is arriving?" he finished, automatically lighting two and handing one to a grateful Greg.
"Thank you. I think about eight and he's bringing Chip, Wayne and...."
"Oh no...He’s not bringing Alan? Tell me he's not bringing that fuckwit to my...."
"Guys?" Colin called, making his way down the stairs. "I’m sorry to interrupt your, erm...Well, sorry to interrupt."
"That's okay Col, what's up?" Ryan sighed, handing the older man his cigarette and stealing Greg's.
"Well, I don't think I’m going to be able to get changed round here."
"Why?" Greg asked, un-stealthily removing Ryan's smokes from his friend's pocket.
"Alan volunteered to pack me something to wear for tonight and...." Colin winced, holding up a V-necked sweater, beige in colour with a pattern of dark brown diamond shapes dotted along the front.
"What the fuck is that?" Ryan blinked.
"Something I’m not even prepared to wear when I’m eighty," Colin laughed nervously.
Greg disappeared into the kitchen momentarily, returning with a pair of cooking tongs.
"Open the door," he instructed, using the tongs to carefully pluck the garment out of Colin's hands.
Ryan opened the front door, both he and Greg exhibiting twin looks of disgust as the latter threw Colin's sweater as far up the garden as possible.
"Should keep the crows off our seeds if nothing else," he muttered.
"Come on Colin, we'll go raid my wardrobe!" Greg grinned, eyeing Colin's body and making mental calculations. "Though you might need to go to Ryan for pants, you got some seriously long legs there."
"I can go home and…” Colin started.
"No!" Ryan intercepted, a little too loudly. "Um, I mean, we can sort you out. Greg has some nice stuff."
"Oh, okay, if you're sure," Colin smiled as Greg began to drag him back up the stairs. "So what time are we going out?"
"We…Um…So what size shoes do you take?"
Ryan chuckled at the seamless change of subject, mentally planning his revenge on Greg and heading for the kitchen's much-needed beer-supply.
-------------------------------------
A little while later Ryan checked his watch, seven o clock, plenty of time to get showered and changed before the guys arrived.
He'd spent the past hour or so rearranging the furniture in his lounge to make room for whatever was going to be happening.
"What the hell am I doing?" Ryan muttered to himself, placing another kitchen chair to face a now bare expanse of flooring.
The coffee table had been moved to the kitchen, along with his favourite fireside rug which he did not want decorated with low-flying baby oil and sweat.
The sofas had been shoved to the back wall, accompanied by his six kitchen table chairs. If that wasn't enough room people could either sit on the floor or find a convenient lap.
Ryan took a moment to imagine Colin using his lap.
"Ryan! We need you!" Greg hollered.
"Yes dear," he sighed, rolling his eyes and trudging up the stairs.
Next
Preface Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven
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