Birthday Fic for draconica_nova

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Fic written for Draconica_Nova's Birthday, she requested first time Colin/Ryan with a smidge of Jeff/Greg. Also to include 'Orange' and 'Ow, that was my foot.'

It is a few days late for her actual birthday, but I only started writing it then! Hope you like!
As ever thanks to my lovely beta jerluvsdean!

Author - Charminglygawky
Rating - Er probably above a 15 but I don't think I reach the heady heights of NC-17!
Disclaimer - The quote from 'Greates Hits' actually happenened as for the rest....

 

Colin had just arrived at the studio and was heading for Ryan’s dressing room checking his watch anxiously when a shout from behind made him pause.

“Col buddy!”

He turned in surprise to see Greg Proops trotting towards him lightly, the man could never just run or even jog, Colin mused to himself. He always has to be different. But that thought was but fleeting as his years of improv experience betrayed him into talking before thinking. “Greg?”

Greg smirked. “That’s me, you know, the almost as tall as you snarky kinda guy who you love?”

“Shut up smartass.” Colin sighed throwing one arm over Greg’s shoulders in a kind of greeting. “As you know full well I was just surprised to see you here.” Greg shuffled uncomfortably and Colin was instantly intrigued; he’d never seen Greg shuffle before. “Greg? Why are you here?”

“Well, it’s Jeff’s first time, and he was a bit nervous last night so I thought I’d come along for a bit of, you know, moral support or something.”

Greg had addressed Colin’s shoes nervously and now Colin was definitely more than intrigued, he was also having to try very, very hard to stop himself from laughing. The situation was just too bizarre, and it was taking all of Colin’s acting skills to keep his humour at bay. Luckily he was good at that; you had to be when you shared a stage with Ryan Stiles. The lively twinkle in his eye though could not be suppressed and so he turned slightly and led Greg into the building. If they were walking side by side then he could hide his amusement more easily. It was hilarious but he did not want to discomfit his friend.

“Uh, huh. Greg Proops doing ‘moral support’ eh?” Well okay, he wanted to discomfit him a little.

“Yeah, I can do that you know. We’re friends.” Greg was instantly on the defensive and Colin was finding it harder and harder not to laugh.

“Sure you are. So what were you two doing last night?”

“Not much, Jeff wanted to make sure he got an early night so I just took him for a drink and to make sure he ate.” Greg seemed to realise that he was being subtly teased and rushed on. “He’s just a kid after all; somebody needs to keep an eye on him.”

“They do indeed.” Colin agreed, hell bent on torturing his friend as carefully as he could. Looking up they both saw a familiar figure leaving wardrobe already dressed in the suit he was to be wearing for the taping and nervously trying to flatten imaginary creases out with his hands. Colin felt the shoulders under his arm stiffen as Greg took a deep breath and walked off without so much as a backward glance. Colin watched in bemusement as Greg hurried over to the younger man, pulling him into a gentle hug of greeting and then stepping back to look at him appreciatively. They were too far away for Colin to hear Jeff’s quiet tones but he could just about discern Greg reassuring him that he looked great. “They do indeed Greg.” Colin repeated to himself quietly before snorting to himself and turning to knock on Ryan’s door. “Yes Greg you’d better make sure that you keep a close eye on that one.”

Damn, why couldn't he think like that during 'If you know what I mean?' His own words finally caused him to lose control of his tightly held humour and by the time Ryan opened the door to him Colin was leaning on the wall shaking with silent mirth. “Col?” Ryan asked in amusement watching his friend. It was unusual to see the Canadian lose control like that and Ryan always adored it when it happened.

Colin waved him away still unable to speak past his giggles and pushing himself off of the wall he allowed himself to practically fall into Ryan’s dressing room. Collapsing across the sofa, looking up he saw Ryan watching him with his arms crossed and a mock stern look on his face. “You’re late.” He chided.

“Sorry, manic morning. Did I miss anything?” Colin gasped out finally managing to control himself.

“No, not really.” Colin saw the smirk on Ryan’s face and did not like it at all. “I picked up your outfit from wardrobe when I went to get mine.” He finished off.

The smile was wiped straight off of Colin’s face. “You didn’t.” He moaned in despair, Ryan merely nodded gleefully. “Oh God, tell me the worst, it’s awful isn’t it? What colour?”

“Aww, no don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll look lovely in it. My little neon love chicken.”

The mock solicitous tone did not fool Colin for a second, glaring at him his brain whirred tried to decipher the clue had so obviously given to him. It was strange, he knew that he had picked up a lot of nicknames doing the show but the chicken one was never one of his. That one was given to Ryan back in England when he was wearing that god awful... his eyes widened in understanding and his glare intensified. “It’s fucking orange isn’t it?”

Ryan crumpled leaning on his thighs and giggling in that wheezy way of his. Picking up a cushion from the sofa he was sat on Colin took careful aim and threw, hard. Ryan hadn’t seen it thrown and was understandably shocked when the thing thwacked him across the head. Catching the cushion just before it hit the ground he lobbed it back at Colin who laughing parried it with another cushion with which he promptly returned fire.

A furious pillow fight ensued, only ending when Ryan retreating behind the sofa, which made a brilliant cover as well as an ammo store, driving Colin to seek some cover of his own. There weren’t any other items of furniture in the room sturdy or big enough to provide a similar amount of protection. So opening the door he pulled it towards him and prepared to use it as a giant swinging shield. He ducked behind it just as Ryan launched a big cushion particularly hard at the door Colin was fast disappearing behind. Unfortunately Ryan’s aim was not the greatest and he missed the door by several inches causing the cushion to sail through the doorway.

Colin was only alerted to this miscalculation in aim when he heard a yelp. Peering cautiously around the door he came face to face with a very surprised looking Drew, “Colin? What the fuck?” He asked holding up the cushion that had just collided with his face.

“Sorry Drew, I think that was meant for me.” Colin offered as he took the cushion from the confused man and chucked it towards Ryan who was busy putting the sofa back together.

Catching the cushion easily Ryan looked up at Drew. “Yeah, sorry. My aim sucks.” Then, apology over with he went back to arranging cushions.

“But... but what were you doing, I came to see whether Col had arrived yet and all I could hear was giggles and a lot of banging and then suddenly the door opens and I get a face full of cushion.”

“We were having a pillow fight. And I’m really sorry that I was late.”

He waved away Colin’s apology. “No problem man, happens to us all sometimes. But stop it with the pillow fight, we have to be onstage in an hour and you can mess around then.” His stern gaze wasn’t fooling any of them but they gave way to him meekly.

Carefully looking at each other so that they could get there timing right the two improvisers hunched their shoulders and chorused in perfect synchronicity. “Yes Drew. Sorry Drew.”

Bursting into laughter Drew pretended to glare at them. “Just be on the stage in an hour. And if either of you are late then we’ll use Greg!” With that parting shot he shook his head and left, shutting the door behind him.

“How will we use Greg? Is he here?” Questioned Ryan looking in confusion at Colin.

“Yeah, he’s here.” Giggled Colin giving way to his earlier mirth.

“Does Greg have any connection with why you practically pissed yourself laughing earlier?”

“Yeah. You’ll never believe it Ry, but I think he may have a thing for Jeff!”

“Who Greg?” Ryan’s tone was surprised but Colin saw that his body language was tense.

“Yeah Greg; who else?”

“So you aren’t surprised by that?”

“Why would I be? Greg told me about him being gay years ago; he said you already knew.”

“Oh, right... Don’t you need to get changed Colin? If you’re late again either Drew or Dan will have your ass.” Colin blinked at the sudden change of topic and watched in concern as his best friend turned his back to him and started fiddling with the water on the table at the side of the room.

“Ry?” He asked gently whilst approaching cautiously. “You alright buddy?”

“Yeah, course I am.” Colin didn’t believe him for a minute and wracked his brain to think of why Ryan would be acting like this.

“Is this about Greg?” He asked cautiously. “But Ry, I thought you knew that Greg was gay, he said that you two talked about it.”

“He told you about that?” Ryan was looking at Colin again with wide scared eyes.

“Yeah, like I said, Greg told me years ago.” Colin had no idea why his friend was acting so weird and making him repeat himself he had no idea what to say to appease him. So he stuck with honesty, honesty was always best.

“He told you? And we’re still...” Ryan cut himself off and looked down a slow blush creeping across his cheeks.

“Still what, Ryan?” Colin said, his voice dangerously quiet as he began to understand.

“Still friends.” Ryan finished at a whisper looking anywhere but Ryan.

“Ryan! I don’t care what Greg’s sexuality is. I didn’t know you did.” Colin was feeling strangely displaced, he didn’t like to think of his friend as being so closed minded, it didn’t fit.

“I don’t care about Greg... I... oh hell, forget it Col.” Ryan ran one oversized hand through his hair in discomfort. “Just forget we even had this conversation.” Ryan turned to the door and practically dashed towards it, “I’ll see you on set.”

And then he was gone, leaving Colin standing in the middle of Ryan’s dressing room looking decidedly confused.

The taping had started on time, Colin made sure to be there early to appease the producers and with Greg hovering in the wings trying hard to keep out of sight of the audience the taping started. Jeff was very good and settled in almost immediately, Greg was able to relax and watch all of the performers for pure enjoyment. He noticed that Colin and Ryan seemed a little more distant than normal and kept a close eye on them. They still acted like the perfect dream team of course, they followed each other’s leads without seemingly being aware of it, but, there was something between them. Greg didn’t get an inkling of what it could be until the game ‘Greatest Hits’, Colin placed his hand on Ryan’s thigh and Ryan froze, he looked like it was all a pretence, that he was playing up for the audience. But Greg could see the tension in his back and knew that Ryan wasn’t playing, and he’d have bet anything that Colin wasn’t fooled either.

Colin wasn’t. He’d felt his friend tense up at a simple touch and felt disappointment run through him, Ryan was genuinely unsettled by this close contact. All of their previous salacious shenanigans on stage notwithstanding, Ryan was uncomfortable to have a man touch him. Bitterly he lashed out verbally. “Sorry, didn’t mean to er scare you, because you’re a big homophobe.” Then he carried on with the scene.

Ryan meanwhile hadn’t meant to freeze up at all, he’d just been rattled by the earlier conversation and was planning on cornering Greg at the first possible opportunity to ask him just how much of that particular conversation Colin knew. After all they had both been drunk and he had never broken Greg’s confidence he couldn’t believe that Greg... Blinking at Colin’s caustic labelling of him as a homophobe Ryan decided that he didn’t care. Fuck Greg the only person he needed to talk to was Colin, and that couldn’t happen until after the taping. Throwing himself back into his job Ryan left all his fears to be dealt with later.

At the end of the game however Ryan relented slightly with his plan, grabbing Colin by the arm as he stood he leant in close and said quietly so that the mics couldn’t pick it up. “I’m not a homophobe... I just... can we talk later?”

Colin looked at his best friend carefully, his face looked pained and he began to feel guilty. The conversation in the dressing room had been confused; maybe they had just been talking at cross purposes. He nodded in agreement and tried not to notice how Ryan’s shoulders slumped slightly in relief.

Wayne found himself roaming the halls after the taping had finished wondering where the hell everybody had gone. Drew had left almost immediately saying something about a game he had to be at but there should still have been four other improvisers around somewhere. Wayne didn’t want to make an evening of it; but the performers always met up after a show, just sitting in the greenroom or wherever, sometimes a dressing room. But they always met up and discussed the taping. It was a good way to come down off of a performance high whilst still in the company of friends. Going off on your own whilst still buzzing could cause you to fall flat suddenly; and they stuck together instinctively to stop that. Well normally anyway. He’d tried everywhere else so when he finally knocked on Colin’s dressing room door he was feeling more than a little annoyed.

“Come in.” Wayne frowned at Colin’s unusually terse and unwelcoming voice before pushing open the door. Once inside he stopped surprised, Jeff and Greg weren’t in here either but Ryan was, he was sitting on a straight backed chair a little way apart from the sofa on which Colin was perched uncomfortably. Neither were looking at the other and their body language was definitely off. “Can we help you Wayne?” Colin’s tone was polite but it reeked with the hint of ‘fuck off’.

“Er, no not really. I was looking for Greg and Jeff.” Wayne spluttered, not at all averse to leaving the two of them well enough alone.

“You mean they’ve gone?” Ryan’s tone was unusually sharp and Wayne noted that he wasn’t the only one looking at him in shock. Only Colin’s shocked look hinted at something more.

“Yeah, haven’t seen them since taping ended... er I’ll keep looking then.” And with that the thankful comedian scarpered.

“Ryan?” Colin asked expectantly. “If you are not homophobic than what the fuck is this all about?”

Ryan ran a large hand through his hair in annoyance. “I’m not, I don’t care about Greg, if he’s with Jeff than I’m happy for him... it’s just...” Colin was watching his friend like a hawk; they’d known each other so long that he would know if the man ever lied to him. Ryan realising the scrutiny he was under didn’t dare say more, didn’t dare say anything that could potentially trip him up.

“Ok, I believe that Ry.” Colin paused to share a small smile with him before continuing. “So, if Greg isn’t the problem then what got you so upset earlier?” Ryan looked uncomfortable and Colin slid across the sofa so that he was nearer to his friends chair, placing his hand on Ryan’s knee he gentled his voice. “Come on Ry, tell me.”

“I.. I can’t.” Ryan was looking like a lost toddler again only this time it wasn’t an impression.

“Yes you can Ryan. Tell me, then I will know how not to do it again.”

“It wasn’t you Col, it was, I was just... you said that Greg told you that we talked back in England... what did he say?”

Ryan was eyeing Colin carefully, he was just as able to read his friend and this answer was important. “He just told me that he was really confused in England and you were a friendly ear.”

Ryan tried his hardest to contain his relived sigh. “Oh, it’s just that I was rather surprised he mentioned that conversation, it was late, we were both drunk and it was rather intense.” He had evidently forgotten that Colin could read him as a book.

“So it was just the fact that I knew about Greg being gay that freaked you out.” Colin’s mind was whirring almost audibly, trying to figure out what it was about this ancient conversation that was so important. ‘It was years ago, Ry said they were both drunk... hang on a second, both drunk?’ Colin’s eyes widened as he understood. “Greg only told me half the story about that conversation, didn’t he?” Ryan flinched but didn’t speak. “Ryan? Tell me that I’ve worked this out, it wasn’t just Greg drunkenly admitting things was it?”

Ryan seemed to curl in on himself in dismay, Colin knew. “No, Greg wasn’t the only one.” He whispered to the floor. “I’m sorry Colin.”

“Why? Because you didn’t tell me?” Colin asked in confusion. Ryan looked up and Colin’s heart stumbled slightly to see the look of fear in his friend’s eyes. “Ryan,” his tone was as soft as he could make it, “I don’t think any less of you, it doesn’t bother me.”

Ryan, however, was too distraught to listen. “I’m sorry Col, I should have told you, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, and now I’ve ruined everything haven’t I... I’ve got to go.” Leaping to his feet he made a dash for the door; only to find himself restrained by a strong arm around his waist. He struggled, unable to face a continuation of the conversation, but Colin was strong and he was not about to let his best friend walk out so obviously upset. Eventually Colin forced Ryan to abandon his escape attempt by pinning him to the wall. Facing each other and breathing heavily they glared at each other.

“Ow, that was my foot.” Colin backed off maybe half an inch but refused to loosen his grip, the two men glared at each other for a moment or two. “Colin. Let go of me.” Ryan’s voice was enough to freeze a kettle but Colin didn’t flinch.

“Damn it Ryan, I don’t fucking care about your sexuality, you’re my friend and that’s all that matters.” He saw the doubt still in Ryan’s eyes and snapped. “Still don’t believe me? Fine. I’ll fucking prove it to you.” And with that he leant forward and claimed Ryan’s mouth in a fierce kiss.

Ryan’s world stopped, Colin, his best friend Colin, was kissing him. And this time it wasn’t a dream. He could feel his brain trying to panic at the suddenness of it all but he wouldn’t let it. Not now, now was for kissing, he could panic later.

Colin’s desperation to prove a point faded as he felt Ryan’s unresponsive lips beneath his own. But just as he was about to pull away, satisfied that his point had been made he felt the body he was still pinning down spring to life. Arms suddenly were raking their way up his back and attempting to tangle in his hair before giving that up as a lost cause and clamping on his neck instead, holding him still in a vice like grip against lips that suddenly weren’t so unresponsive. Panicking slightly he tried to pull away, and when that didn’t work he opened his mouth to protest.

Ryan melted into the wall slightly as he felt Colin squirm deliciously against him. Feeling the lips pressed against his open slightly he moaned in ecstasy and let his tongue go to explore.

Colin blinked in surprise, this wasn’t going the way he planned, the throaty moan took his breath away slightly and he froze in shock. Then he realised that he was engaged in a thoroughly pleasant game of tongue twisting and that his tongue was giving as good as it got. He could also feel a tightening in his pants that seemed to match the hardness he could feel against his leg. He was enjoying this far, far too much.

Ryan was getting swept away and was more than happy about it when he felt two firm hands against his chest pushing him away. Reluctantly he released his grip and watched with lazy adoration as Colin pulled away a few inches and met his eyes, expecting to see love reflected back at him. He didn’t.

Colin winced as he saw Ryan’s face crumple, he hadn’t meant for any of that to happen, and he knew that Ryan must have worked it out, he felt the body he was still pressing against start to stuggle in another attempt at escape. But he couldn’t let him. “Ry, please, wait.”

“I’m sorry Col, I’m so sorry.”

Colin heard the hitch in his voice and sighed. “Don’t be Ry. I kissed you, I shouldn’t have been surprised.”

“Surprised, yeah that’s one way to put it.” Ryan’s tone was hideously bitter.

“Yeah, surprised is the only way to put it. Now please stay still, I said surprise not disgust... I... I think I need to think.” Ryan stilled and Colin relaxed his grip slightly dropping his head onto Ryan’s shoulder. Ryan obediently gave him a minute or so to try and work out his confused thoughts, but he had to look up again when he felt Ryan’s breathing hitch. “Aw shit, Ry, I’m sorry” He moved his hands from their pining positions and wrapped them around his upset friend.

“It’s ok Col.” Ryan’s voice was thick with emotion but perfectly steady. “I should have known that you’d never feel the same.”

The heartbreak in Ryan’s voice decided Colin once and for all. “Fuck you Stiles, the martyr act doesn’t fit very well on you.” He growled possessively, waiting for Ryan’s startled gaze to fly back to his face. The second it did so he launched himself at Ryan’s mouth, kissing him hard and forcing his tongue in through closed lips. He felt Ryan’s initial shock be replaced with lust and as soon as he felt his kiss being returned he broke the kiss again, only this time to lay sloppy open mouthed kisses along his jaw until he reached his ear. “And why wouldn’t I feel the same?” He whispered seductively before proceeding to kiss down his neck and explore the junction where neck meets shoulder.

Ryan’s control was hovering somewhere over Timbuktu, but he had enough sanity left to realise that he didn’t want a onetime thing with Colin, he needed to know that he was serious about this. “Col... Col.” He moaned hoping that Colin would pause long enough to let his gather his scattered thoughts. “Colin please, I don’t want...”

“You don’t want what Ryan?” Asked Colin evilly as one hand moved surely to Ryan’s crotch and squeezed firmly, his eyes darkening at the groan he got in response.

“I want, I need to know... I need to be sure... before.” Ryan was quite proud of himself for getting that close to coherency, he moaned in frustration when he felt Colin’s hand release him and throwing his head back against the wall breathing heavily until he felt he had regained some form of sanity.

“Ryan, I’m not making a mistake. I do feel the same, and I would never use you... Can we get on with this now?”

Ryan smirked at both the instant understanding of his concerns and the desperation he could hear in Colin’s voice. Thrusting a leg between Colin’s thighs he felt hands on his belt as he bent his head again to claim his love’s mouth.