[FIC] New Horizons - 2/?
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wl_fanfictionTitle: New Horizons - 2/?
Pairing: Greg/Brad; hint of Ry/Col
Rating: PG, probably up to R eventually
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
Summary: I feel like no one's given Greg any love lately, and since I've been on a Proops kick, I thought I'd give it a try. Lots of AU, including no mentions of wives or girlfriends, and kind of a screwy timeline as I'm too lazy to look up the exact first time that Greg and Brad would have met.
The show had gone well so far, mostly, I assumed, because Brad and I hadn't been paired exclusively in a game. The hardest game had been "Let's Make A Date", as I had to remind myself multiple times that I was a professional and to censor my prospective questions as such. Fortunately Brad's 'persona' had made it fairly easy, as he played a grumpy old man, and I couldn't think of a single sexual thing to ask. In between games I had spoken to Colin a few times and had laid on the Clive jokes pretty heavily. So heavily, in fact, that Clive had actually look a bit hurt by some of them. There was no way I really wanted to hurt Clive, we had been good friends for years, but he was such an easy target. I made a mental note to focus my sarcasm in Ryan's direction from that point on, hoping to let Clive know that it was nothing personal.
Brad had proven a worthy fourth seat, able to dish it out and take it with the best of them. He had played 'Questions Only' with a level of expertise that rivaled only Colin, and had proven to be incredibly intellectual when coming up with news stories during 'Weird Newscasters'. Now we all sat, listening to Clive probe the audience for suggestions of 'professions you wouldn't want to have'. "Garbage Collector", "Chimney Sweep", "Snake Charmer".....the audience yelled out......"Snake Charmer......that's it." announced Clive.
"The next game will be 'Greatest Hits' with Colin and Ryan selling the album 'Songs of the Snake Charmer', and Brad will have to sing the songs they come up with."
I leaned back and crossed my legs, always happy for the chance to watch my fellow performers without having to work as well. Besides, this was just the excuse I needed to watch Brad without being too obvious. He stood in the middle of the stage, eyes trained on Ryan and Colin as they leapt into their usual banter. It impressed me that Brad, the man who had looked so timid just a few hours ago in the green room, now stood tall, grinning and awaiting the challenge from Colin and Ryan. It was so plain to see that he was in his element. Although I hadn't heard a word that had been spoken, I caught the end of Colin's sentence as he said, ".....that classic opera aria entitled 'Your Snake, It Stands So Tall." My jaw dropped as I watch Ryan stifle a laugh when he caught Colin's glance. They both turned to look at Brad, who still grinned like the cheshire cat, as if to say, "You think you got me, huh?, as he began to sing. My breath caught in my throat as I heard the song, Brad's voice more beautiful and sensuous than I ever could have imagined. The words, polished as if he'd been playing this game forever, came to my ears second. He sung about the snake thrusting from its basket, standing tall, threatening, yet enticing. I found myself sweating and panting slightly, watching him intently as he leaned against the piano and looked directly at me. His eyes met mine and I swallowed hard as he sung to me, and as he extended the last note in a low tone, his eyes closed slowly. It was over as quickly as it had begun, Ryan and Colin were speaking again and Brad was watching them, waiting for his next cue. I studied a spot between my feet, silently willing my heart to slow and my breathing to normalize. I really didn't listen to the rest of the game, not once even looking in Brad's direction, instead I alternated between watching Ryan and Colin, hoping to look involved in the game, and looking at my hands, as I gathered my thoughts.
The three men returned to their seats, Ryan and Colin chatted as always, and Brad sat, still looking smug, and reached for his water. I turned to Colin, placing a hand on his arm, and commented on a funny jab he had gotten on Ryan during the game. Colin giggled and said, "My pleasure Greg, after all, I am here to amuse you!" and he turned back to Ryan, just in time to catch the slightly hurt expression on his face. I watched for a moment as Colin immediately tried to remedy the situation, reaching over and placing a hand on Ryan's knee, never taking his eyes off his face.
"Okay, and for our last game of the evening, these fine gentlemen will be punished by doing a hoedown", Clive announced and turned to the audience for suggestions. I didn't really listen, only catching Clive's announcement of the topic. We all stood as Richard launched into the tune and I dared to look to my right and watch Brad sing. I didn't really listen to the words, as I was scrambling to come up with something myself, but I did watch him, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he sung. I got through my verse and Colin and Ryan followed suit, ending with all of us chiming in on Ryan's final line. We turned and returned to our seats as Clive announced that I was the winner and that I was to read the credits in the style of an auctioneer. I walked to center stage and launched into my best hog-calling auctioneer, calling off names from the scrolling list until I saw that the red lights of the cameras were extinguished.
"Fantastic gentlemen, fantastic as always." Dan announced as he strode out onto the stage. "I have a few notes, but let's do it tomorrow before the show. I'll see you all back here at 5 tomorrow."
We all stood and headed backstage, walking towards our respective dressing rooms. Ryan and I fell behind the rest and discussed plans for after the show. After solidifying a plan, Ryan raced ahead to catch Colin. As I rounded a corner, a hand reached out an yanked me into a dark room. The door slammed behind me, and as my eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, I was shoved up against the wall and a set of warm lips met mine, hungrily devouring me. The lips pulled away, just slightly, and I felt hot breath on my face as I heard one simple word......"Later."
......to be continued......
Pairing: Greg/Brad; hint of Ry/Col
Rating: PG, probably up to R eventually
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
Summary: I feel like no one's given Greg any love lately, and since I've been on a Proops kick, I thought I'd give it a try. Lots of AU, including no mentions of wives or girlfriends, and kind of a screwy timeline as I'm too lazy to look up the exact first time that Greg and Brad would have met.
The show had gone well so far, mostly, I assumed, because Brad and I hadn't been paired exclusively in a game. The hardest game had been "Let's Make A Date", as I had to remind myself multiple times that I was a professional and to censor my prospective questions as such. Fortunately Brad's 'persona' had made it fairly easy, as he played a grumpy old man, and I couldn't think of a single sexual thing to ask. In between games I had spoken to Colin a few times and had laid on the Clive jokes pretty heavily. So heavily, in fact, that Clive had actually look a bit hurt by some of them. There was no way I really wanted to hurt Clive, we had been good friends for years, but he was such an easy target. I made a mental note to focus my sarcasm in Ryan's direction from that point on, hoping to let Clive know that it was nothing personal.
Brad had proven a worthy fourth seat, able to dish it out and take it with the best of them. He had played 'Questions Only' with a level of expertise that rivaled only Colin, and had proven to be incredibly intellectual when coming up with news stories during 'Weird Newscasters'. Now we all sat, listening to Clive probe the audience for suggestions of 'professions you wouldn't want to have'. "Garbage Collector", "Chimney Sweep", "Snake Charmer".....the audience yelled out......"Snake Charmer......that's it." announced Clive.
"The next game will be 'Greatest Hits' with Colin and Ryan selling the album 'Songs of the Snake Charmer', and Brad will have to sing the songs they come up with."
I leaned back and crossed my legs, always happy for the chance to watch my fellow performers without having to work as well. Besides, this was just the excuse I needed to watch Brad without being too obvious. He stood in the middle of the stage, eyes trained on Ryan and Colin as they leapt into their usual banter. It impressed me that Brad, the man who had looked so timid just a few hours ago in the green room, now stood tall, grinning and awaiting the challenge from Colin and Ryan. It was so plain to see that he was in his element. Although I hadn't heard a word that had been spoken, I caught the end of Colin's sentence as he said, ".....that classic opera aria entitled 'Your Snake, It Stands So Tall." My jaw dropped as I watch Ryan stifle a laugh when he caught Colin's glance. They both turned to look at Brad, who still grinned like the cheshire cat, as if to say, "You think you got me, huh?, as he began to sing. My breath caught in my throat as I heard the song, Brad's voice more beautiful and sensuous than I ever could have imagined. The words, polished as if he'd been playing this game forever, came to my ears second. He sung about the snake thrusting from its basket, standing tall, threatening, yet enticing. I found myself sweating and panting slightly, watching him intently as he leaned against the piano and looked directly at me. His eyes met mine and I swallowed hard as he sung to me, and as he extended the last note in a low tone, his eyes closed slowly. It was over as quickly as it had begun, Ryan and Colin were speaking again and Brad was watching them, waiting for his next cue. I studied a spot between my feet, silently willing my heart to slow and my breathing to normalize. I really didn't listen to the rest of the game, not once even looking in Brad's direction, instead I alternated between watching Ryan and Colin, hoping to look involved in the game, and looking at my hands, as I gathered my thoughts.
The three men returned to their seats, Ryan and Colin chatted as always, and Brad sat, still looking smug, and reached for his water. I turned to Colin, placing a hand on his arm, and commented on a funny jab he had gotten on Ryan during the game. Colin giggled and said, "My pleasure Greg, after all, I am here to amuse you!" and he turned back to Ryan, just in time to catch the slightly hurt expression on his face. I watched for a moment as Colin immediately tried to remedy the situation, reaching over and placing a hand on Ryan's knee, never taking his eyes off his face.
"Okay, and for our last game of the evening, these fine gentlemen will be punished by doing a hoedown", Clive announced and turned to the audience for suggestions. I didn't really listen, only catching Clive's announcement of the topic. We all stood as Richard launched into the tune and I dared to look to my right and watch Brad sing. I didn't really listen to the words, as I was scrambling to come up with something myself, but I did watch him, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he sung. I got through my verse and Colin and Ryan followed suit, ending with all of us chiming in on Ryan's final line. We turned and returned to our seats as Clive announced that I was the winner and that I was to read the credits in the style of an auctioneer. I walked to center stage and launched into my best hog-calling auctioneer, calling off names from the scrolling list until I saw that the red lights of the cameras were extinguished.
"Fantastic gentlemen, fantastic as always." Dan announced as he strode out onto the stage. "I have a few notes, but let's do it tomorrow before the show. I'll see you all back here at 5 tomorrow."
We all stood and headed backstage, walking towards our respective dressing rooms. Ryan and I fell behind the rest and discussed plans for after the show. After solidifying a plan, Ryan raced ahead to catch Colin. As I rounded a corner, a hand reached out an yanked me into a dark room. The door slammed behind me, and as my eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, I was shoved up against the wall and a set of warm lips met mine, hungrily devouring me. The lips pulled away, just slightly, and I felt hot breath on my face as I heard one simple word......"Later."
......to be continued......
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