I post too quickly don't I? Crash Into Me

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Here I iz, clogging your site wiff my pesky Chip story. Heh. Yeah
Title: Crash Into Me
Pairing: Not going to say, but if you guessed this-You must be the most amazing person ever. Also, I will bake you cookies.
Notes: Circa 2000
Rating: R for fun...or R

He met him on set. On the first Drew Live, they couldn’t have talked for more than 5 minutes. Chip wasn’t needed for the show, but Drew invited him along for the fun of it.

 

On the second Drew Live he was sick and wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, let alone move. Chip ended up being the one who snuck in a bottle of scotch for him. He laughed and eagerly grabbed the bottle, asking if Ryan had anything to do with it.

 

“No, just me.” Chip smiled, but it barely made more than a straight line on his face.

 

When it hit silence, Diedrich spoke up.

 

“You know I watch Whose Line is it Anyway way more than I should.” Diedrich smiled that huge smile of his.

 

“Do you now?” His own smile grew just as wide.

 

“Yeah, I’ve been asking Drew if I can be on it.” He rolled the bottle of scotch between his hands. “He says no because I suck. I usually counter that he’s on it and he sucks and then he threatens to fire me, but he doesn’t mean it and I don’t think he could fire me anyway so then I say---so a lot of that happens. Like every day.”

 

“That’s nice.” He knew Diedrich was lying. Drew or Ryan had mentioned how Diedrich didn’t want his life eaten up by the shows, but he let it go.

 

“He and Ryan talk about you guys a lot, I feel like I know you. It’s kind of creepy. Like stalker-ish, if I may say so myself.” Diedrich set down the bottle.

 

He meant to point out the clear humor of the word stalker-ish, but what came out of his mouth was

 

“Really? Ryan talks about us?”

 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t he? His entire life is shuttling between that show and this one, what else is he gonna talk about?”

 

“True. You’ve… got a point there.” Chip said quietly, half lost in thought.

 

“Oh, can’t go onstage like that.” Diedrich adjusted his pants and then broke out in giggles. “I’m sorry, I’m being an ass.”

 

“You’re sick, you’ve got an excuse.” Chip wasn’t even forcing his smile.

 

“Yeah I am sick, aren’t I?” Diedrich started to laugh again but ended up coughing violently. “Fuck, I was having fun there and sickness just caught up to me again.”

 

He picked up the bottle again and twisted it open.

 

“I’m drinking this, don’t tell anyone or I’m screwed. And not in a good way.”

 

Chip held up his hands in a placating manner. “Hey, I’d get in just as much trouble for giving it to you. Here I could have gotten you actual medicine.”

 

“Actual medicine is for pussies.” He said in a low voice as he lifted the bottle to his lips.

 

“I hear they write that on prescription bottles now.”

 

“Ahh,” Diedrich exhaled.

 

He held up the bottle to Chip.

 

“Did you want any? Fuck me, I’m an idiot. Lemme find a glass.”

 

“Nah it’s fine.” Chip touched his shoulder for just a second and dropped his hand, realizing what he was doing.

 

“But I’m sick.” His eyes widened like a child’s.

 

“I don’t mind getting sick.” He shrugged. “Least not from you.”

 

“Aww,” He smiled brightly and leaned forward. “Do my germs interest you?”

 

“Indeed they do.” Chip took the bottle from Diedrich’s surprisingly warm hands and took a swig.

 

Diedrich started to say something, when he was interrupted by a stagehand. Chip expertly stashed the bottle behind him.

 

“They want you onstage in two.” The stagehand said before holding her headset and running in a different direction.

 

“Thanks Cass.” He shouted to her.

 

Diedrich turned to Chip.

 

“I thought we were in huge trouble for a second there. I swear I thought I was gonna pass out.”

 

“We’re good now.” Chip nodded and crossed his arms. “Shouldn’t you be going onstage?”

 

“Shouldn’t you?”

 

“Oh wait, they need me in the audience don’t they?” Chip laughed.

 

“Yeah, read a script why don’t you?”

 

“Maybe I will.” Chip answered.

 

“You know if I wasn’t sick right now…” He trailed off, wagging his finger at Chip.

 

Diedrich sucked it up and made it through the taping, doing his best to stay conscious and alert. With the show being live, it gave little time for interaction. Diedrich did his best to run halfway across the stage in the short breaks just to compliment Chip on his shoes or his shirt or his hair. Colin would look over and just laugh.

 

After the show, everyone was changing out and shouting to each other the names of local bars and restaurants as questions.

 

Diedrich begged off, apologizing to everyone how he had to go home and sleep. He walked to his car with Chip, recounting his answers in the “show’s bell game” as he called it. Chip hadn’t the heart to correct him.

 

He looked at Chip and shrugged, raising his hands helplessly.

 

“See you next Drew Live?” He coughed before smiling.

 

“Unless you end up on Whose Line,” Chip laughed.

 

“Mm, doubtful,” He ran a hand through his hand and looked away.

 

Diedrich kicked away a piece of gravel with his foot.

 

Chip stepped closer and closed the distance between them.

 

“So I guess this is goodbye,” Chip chuckled quietly.

 

“I-” Diedrich rubbed his eyes and breathed out a mouthful of air he didn’t know he was holding in.

 

Diedrich grabbed the back of Chip’s head and pulled him into a kiss. Several kisses actually, as Chip held onto Diedrich’s button-down shirt for stability. They stayed like that, Chip initiating tongue and Diedrich hungrily accepting.

 

Diedrich came up for air, gasping with shock and astonishment.

 

“Fuck…”

 

“Was I wrong in that? Should we stop? I’m sorry.” Chip cringed.

 

“No. No, you’re fine. It’s just-” Diedrich laughed nervously. “I’m going to get you sick.”

 

“Do your worst.” Chip glanced down at the ground in slight embarrasment.

 

“Don’t tempt me,” he grinned.

 

He grabbed onto Chip hard and pressed him up against his car. Chip snaked his hand up Diedrich’s undershirt and pulled him even closer. Chip’s free hand grasped for the door handle and they both stumbled into the backseat, falling perfectly into each other.

 

Diedrich secured his hands on Chip and looked at him. That stare of his almost made him inwardly collapse.

 

 “God you’re beautiful,” Diedrich said.

 

Chip went to brush it off like any other undeserved compliment, but something about the tone of his voice gave him pause.

 

It was sincere. He held back a whimper.

 

He didn’t want it to be one night, but Chip didn’t have high expectations. He had the real world to deal with.

 

Diedrich grabbed onto Chip’s inner thigh, kneading it harshly as he worked his way upwards. He took painstaking effort in trying to undo the button and draw down the zipper of Chip’s pants, like he was intentionally trying to torture him.

 

Diedrich slipped his hand through the fold of Chip’s boxers. He grabbed Chip’s cock lightly, sliding his hand up and down it in a not quite sloppy but not quite expert manner. The friction alone had Chip bucking helplessly.

 

“God I’d so fuck you right now” Diedrich growled into the shell of his ear and then giggled, breaking the moment entirely. “But…”

 

“You don’t have to be afraid of hurting me.”

 

Diedrich leaned back and smiled.

 

“Actually I was going to say something about the upholstery.”

 

“You-” Chip smacked his arm and laughed.

 

They kept on most of their clothes, which was an aspect Chip wished had gone differently. He honestly wanted to see as much of Diedrich as possible. And god, the way he felt when he looked up into his eyes…there was nothing like it.

 

Diedrich had the general mechanics of it figured out, but anything done in the backseat of a car already had enough fumbled awkwardness to it.

 

It was the most comfortable thing he’d had, and it was with a guy he barely knew. It just worked, and as much as he wanted to make it embarrassing and weird, he couldn’t. He wanted for it to stay forever. Diedrich didn’t seem like the type to run.

 

But they never really made a plan to see each other.

 

Well, there was Drew Live 3.

 

He wanted more. More than watching episodes of the show and jerking off.

 

He didn’t want the whole ‘wake up in the morning together, make breakfast while I pick fresh tangelos from the tree in the garden in your robe and oh you warmed up the car for me sweetie’ thing…

 

He just wanted him.

 

He wanted him, but he wasn’t going to get him. He wasn’t…god what was the word?

 

Forward enough, confident enough, good enough

 

Nothing like the haunting sting of his own character flaws fucking up his life forever.

 

Huh, he used fuck. And usually he tried to stay away from curse words. Well…