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Don’t Stand So Close to Me
For: Sungreen70
Rated: G, no language whatso-fuckin’-ever… crap
Pairing: Col/Greg/Ry, mentioned Jeff/Chip and Drew/? (I think he’s with Clive)
Summary: Things falls down and get rebuilt better than ever before
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the guys, just know ‘em as friends of my imagination
Chapter 12
A Year later
“Hey Col Doll!” Denny shouted over the bar. “You guys done yet?”
Colin gave an okay sign, grunting under Greg’s weight as he hoisted the man off his shoulders. They stood back, wiping away sweat as they looked up proudly at the big sign they’d just hung.
The Damn Improv Bar was now open for business.
Colin and Greg had quit the CICB, for reasons they didn’t choose to disclose. Max didn’t ask, and gave them both glittering references. Other correctional facilities were in dire need of good teachers all over Canada. They declined them, opting instead to move in together, more as mutual friends than anything else, and work for Denny at the Sluice Gate, bussing tables, working the bar and entertaining the crowds that packed the place more and more.
Their relationship was quite open, and they loved each other deeply. Neither of them really saw the need to commit when a large gaping hole sat in both of their hearts. They didn’t mind too terribly when it happened, but neither of them dated anyone else very often.
Things were good, recovering slowly until… out of nowhere, a huge storm came and did what a century of drunken and occasionally belligerent patrons had failed to do: Leveled the place.
It took a while for them to pick up the pieces, but eventually they all happened upon the same idea. In its place, all three became co-owners of the new bar and grill where Greg and Colin taught Improv as well as performed. To their surprise, the place was an instant and rousing success.
They’d even had some surprise guests come in and ask for work once they’d been released from the CICB.
A year. A whole year, without hearing a thing from or about Ryan, though Max, who kept in contact through Denny, did say that he was rising steadily through the law enforcement community. Ryan hadn’t been seventeen going on eighteen. He’d been twenty-three going on twenty-four, chosen specially for that job because of his youthful appearance.
Colin knew now that Ryan’s job had been precarious, months of planning and many people’s lives had depended on him for secrecy. It was what he’d truly been sent there for, but Colin couldn’t help but wonder why Ryan, if that was really his name, had never trusted him and Greg enough to tell them the truth.
“So Col, you got any plans for tonight?” Denny asked, bringing Colin back from his thoughts with a slight bump.
“Well,” Colin sipped his beer thoughtfully. “Greg and I were planning on ‘LMAD’, ‘Hats’ and ‘Scene with an Audience Member’ with Brad, Jeff and Chip. What do you think?”
“What about Drew?”
“He has a date tonight.” Greg settled down, pecking Colin’s temple affectionately. “Hey honey.”
“Hey Greg, took you long enough,” Colin chided, not bothering to hide his smile.
“What can I say? I got distracted.”
“That boy down at the shop showing off his ass at you again?”
“In very nice jeans today.”
“Hmm,” Colin smiled widely, dimples deepening. Greg was always a pure pleasure to have around. “What did you have in mind tonight Denny?” Colin returned to the subject, finishing off his beer.
“Well, I was thinkin’ ‘Party Quirks’-”
“Aw…” Colin groaned.
“Come on Denny, you know how much we hate that game!” Greg whined.
“I know, I know! I just have another guy coming in, with little or no prior experience, who wants a shot at the job and wants to try that game.”
“Little or no prior experience, huh?” Greg snorted derisively.
“He said you’d consider him,” she shrugged.
Colin frowned. “Who is he?”
“Me.” They turned at the quiet voice to see Ryan, completely filling their doorway with his tall frame. He’d filled out some since Colin had last seen him, shoulders a touch broader, face carrying more lines of worry rather than laughter. Greg cocked his head at Ryan before they both turned their gaze to Colin.
Colin froze, his mind going carefully blank. He waited for the sense of betrayal and hurt to seep back into his veins as it had a year ago. It didn’t. Oh, there was still hurt, undoubtedly so, but there was also a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, there could be something here that was worth everything they’d gone through.
He schooled his face, carefully hiding everything he felt. Didn’t want to put all the cards on the table so soon. Ryan approached slowly, fingering the well-worn ball cap he held in his hands. “Hey Greg,” he said sheepishly. “Colin.”
“Hey Ry,” Greg voice was soft, eyes full of genuine warmth. Ryan smiled back, almost heaving a sigh of relief, but the battle had only just begun.
“I… I quit the force, retired early, and was wondering if I could work here… with you guys…”
“We have no available positions.” Colin said, voice even. Greg glanced at him, startled, as Ryan’s gaze turned bitterly to the floor. “Available at the bar, anyway. And you’ll have to audition in front of a live audience if you want a spot in the improv troupe.” Colin felt a small smile crease his lips.
Ryan choked out a laugh, moving forward to embrace them both. Instead, Colin held out a hand. Ryan blinked down at it before looking back up at Colin.
“Hi, my name’s Colin Mochrie, this is my friend and sometimes lover Greg Proops. What’s your name?” His voice was soft, his eyes sharp as they settled on Ryan’s.
Ryan clasped the smaller hand in his, reaching for Greg’s and finding that too. Squeezing them both hard, letting both feel how much he wanted and cared. “My name is Ryan Stiles. May… may I love you both, too?” His gaze was reproachful.
Colin looked at Greg, who grinned, pulling Ryan into the circle of their arms. They brushed soft lips against his scruffy cheeks, pulling a soft sob of relief from his lips. “I think we can do that,” they whispered.
Fin.
Don’t Stand So Close to Me
For: Sungreen70
Rated: G, no language whatso-fuckin’-ever… crap
Pairing: Col/Greg/Ry, mentioned Jeff/Chip and Drew/? (I think he’s with Clive)
Summary: Things falls down and get rebuilt better than ever before
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the guys, just know ‘em as friends of my imagination
Chapter 12
A Year later
“Hey Col Doll!” Denny shouted over the bar. “You guys done yet?”
Colin gave an okay sign, grunting under Greg’s weight as he hoisted the man off his shoulders. They stood back, wiping away sweat as they looked up proudly at the big sign they’d just hung.
The Damn Improv Bar was now open for business.
Colin and Greg had quit the CICB, for reasons they didn’t choose to disclose. Max didn’t ask, and gave them both glittering references. Other correctional facilities were in dire need of good teachers all over Canada. They declined them, opting instead to move in together, more as mutual friends than anything else, and work for Denny at the Sluice Gate, bussing tables, working the bar and entertaining the crowds that packed the place more and more.
Their relationship was quite open, and they loved each other deeply. Neither of them really saw the need to commit when a large gaping hole sat in both of their hearts. They didn’t mind too terribly when it happened, but neither of them dated anyone else very often.
Things were good, recovering slowly until… out of nowhere, a huge storm came and did what a century of drunken and occasionally belligerent patrons had failed to do: Leveled the place.
It took a while for them to pick up the pieces, but eventually they all happened upon the same idea. In its place, all three became co-owners of the new bar and grill where Greg and Colin taught Improv as well as performed. To their surprise, the place was an instant and rousing success.
They’d even had some surprise guests come in and ask for work once they’d been released from the CICB.
A year. A whole year, without hearing a thing from or about Ryan, though Max, who kept in contact through Denny, did say that he was rising steadily through the law enforcement community. Ryan hadn’t been seventeen going on eighteen. He’d been twenty-three going on twenty-four, chosen specially for that job because of his youthful appearance.
Colin knew now that Ryan’s job had been precarious, months of planning and many people’s lives had depended on him for secrecy. It was what he’d truly been sent there for, but Colin couldn’t help but wonder why Ryan, if that was really his name, had never trusted him and Greg enough to tell them the truth.
“So Col, you got any plans for tonight?” Denny asked, bringing Colin back from his thoughts with a slight bump.
“Well,” Colin sipped his beer thoughtfully. “Greg and I were planning on ‘LMAD’, ‘Hats’ and ‘Scene with an Audience Member’ with Brad, Jeff and Chip. What do you think?”
“What about Drew?”
“He has a date tonight.” Greg settled down, pecking Colin’s temple affectionately. “Hey honey.”
“Hey Greg, took you long enough,” Colin chided, not bothering to hide his smile.
“What can I say? I got distracted.”
“That boy down at the shop showing off his ass at you again?”
“In very nice jeans today.”
“Hmm,” Colin smiled widely, dimples deepening. Greg was always a pure pleasure to have around. “What did you have in mind tonight Denny?” Colin returned to the subject, finishing off his beer.
“Well, I was thinkin’ ‘Party Quirks’-”
“Aw…” Colin groaned.
“Come on Denny, you know how much we hate that game!” Greg whined.
“I know, I know! I just have another guy coming in, with little or no prior experience, who wants a shot at the job and wants to try that game.”
“Little or no prior experience, huh?” Greg snorted derisively.
“He said you’d consider him,” she shrugged.
Colin frowned. “Who is he?”
“Me.” They turned at the quiet voice to see Ryan, completely filling their doorway with his tall frame. He’d filled out some since Colin had last seen him, shoulders a touch broader, face carrying more lines of worry rather than laughter. Greg cocked his head at Ryan before they both turned their gaze to Colin.
Colin froze, his mind going carefully blank. He waited for the sense of betrayal and hurt to seep back into his veins as it had a year ago. It didn’t. Oh, there was still hurt, undoubtedly so, but there was also a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, there could be something here that was worth everything they’d gone through.
He schooled his face, carefully hiding everything he felt. Didn’t want to put all the cards on the table so soon. Ryan approached slowly, fingering the well-worn ball cap he held in his hands. “Hey Greg,” he said sheepishly. “Colin.”
“Hey Ry,” Greg voice was soft, eyes full of genuine warmth. Ryan smiled back, almost heaving a sigh of relief, but the battle had only just begun.
“I… I quit the force, retired early, and was wondering if I could work here… with you guys…”
“We have no available positions.” Colin said, voice even. Greg glanced at him, startled, as Ryan’s gaze turned bitterly to the floor. “Available at the bar, anyway. And you’ll have to audition in front of a live audience if you want a spot in the improv troupe.” Colin felt a small smile crease his lips.
Ryan choked out a laugh, moving forward to embrace them both. Instead, Colin held out a hand. Ryan blinked down at it before looking back up at Colin.
“Hi, my name’s Colin Mochrie, this is my friend and sometimes lover Greg Proops. What’s your name?” His voice was soft, his eyes sharp as they settled on Ryan’s.
Ryan clasped the smaller hand in his, reaching for Greg’s and finding that too. Squeezing them both hard, letting both feel how much he wanted and cared. “My name is Ryan Stiles. May… may I love you both, too?” His gaze was reproachful.
Colin looked at Greg, who grinned, pulling Ryan into the circle of their arms. They brushed soft lips against his scruffy cheeks, pulling a soft sob of relief from his lips. “I think we can do that,” they whispered.
Fin.
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