One Shot: Sharing is Caring

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Title: Sharing is Caring
Pairing: Hoo boy.... established Ryan/Greg, physical Greg/Brad, unrequited Brad/Ryan and possible future Brad/Ryan/Greg
Rating: R for sexy stuff

Summary: Brad's been mooning over Ryan and Greg makes it clear that he doesn't share....often.

A/N: Nooooo idea how this got into my head....okay, maybe it's because of my guilty pleasure that is Brad/Ryan/Greg. *looks sheepish* But it isn't even there.

Greg rolled his eyes from off stage, watching Brad make moon-eyes at Ryan who was talking to Colin, completely oblivious to his co-worker’s adoring stare. Honestly, it was times like this when he wondered why he was ever surprised when Ryan forgot his quirk, the scene or even what movie was what: he couldn’t see a fact that Greg had noticed the moment he had first seen Brad. It was blatantly obvious, to him at least, that Brad was completely smitten with Ryan and he was so fucking entranced, it wasn’t even funny. And Greg didn’t like that. If there was one thing that he was serious about, it was his relationship with Ryan. Ryan was his and he didn’t share. Not with any one.

 

If You Know What I Mean. Greg hated that game especially. He was the only one who heard the underlying message in that innuendo-filled game and he knew the real reason why Brad enjoyed that game so much. It was the one game where he could blatantly come on to Ryan and pass it off as part of the act, even if he was being totally serious. Why else would Brad be stumped whenever Ryan responded with a line even more outrageous than his? Greg knew that the entire time that game was being played, Brad was hoping hope against hope that Ryan would mean at least one of those words but he also knew that Brad was beginning to lose hope. Ryan was crap at picking up signals and unless it was spelled out to him, he tended to be oblivious to another’s feelings.

 

A small smirk flickered on Greg’s lips as he remembered the ‘spelling out’ he had done for Ryan years ago in the UK which had resulted in a passionate affair that was continuing til date. In fact, the only reason he was attending a taping where he wasn’t part of the team was because he was heading back to the UK for a month to meet up with the old team, including his old friend Clive. He had asked Ryan to come with him, but Ryan had refused with an apologetic smile, saying he couldn’t fly at the moment and especially not with shooting of the Drew Carey Show getting closer. Ryan tended to need at least a couple of days to recover from a long flight and they took a lot out of him in general, meaning that if he wanted to be in top shape for the new taping season for DCS, he’d have to avoid those ‘tin-covered coffins’.

 

Greg smiled as he saw Ryan’s eyes tick over to him and let out a chuckle at the obvious look of surprise and happiness on his face. He hadn’t told him that he would coming for the taping just to see that look on his lover’s face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Brad look over at him as well and if looks could kill, Brad would have been put in jail for murder. It was unusual to see such animosity on Brad’s face, especially on stage, but Greg had a feeling that when it came to his feeling for Ryan, all the gloves were off. He couldn’t help but smile smugly and took another deep inhalation on his cigarette, ticking his eyes back to Ryan and making sure to linger on his ass as much as possible, just to irritate Brad even more.

 

After the show, Ryan immediately bounded over to him, ignoring Brad who was about to talk to him. Another point in his favor and he intended to show no mercy when it came to this game.

 

“I thought you were leaving tonight,” Ryan smiled, cupping his hands behind Greg’s neck and pecking his lips quickly.

 

“I was. Am,” Greg confirmed, stroking a thumb against the sensitive inner skin of Ryan’s wrist, taking in the visible blue veins, “Decided to stop by.”

 

“Not that I’m complaining,” Ryan leant in for another kiss and this one wasn’t nearly as quick as the first one because Greg could see Brad glaring at them over Ryan’s shoulder and felt another surge of annoyance at the obvious intrusion into their privacy.

 

Hell, he wants a show, I’ll give him one, Greg thought and with that, turned and pressed Ryan against the wall right next to the set, barely a few feet away from a live audience and all their friends. Ryan let out a gasp and made to pull away, but Greg would have none of it, kissing him even harder, making it clear that Ryan was his and no one else’s. Eventually, need for air made them pull away and Ryan stared at him in surprise, his lips bruised after Greg’s rough treatment and Greg forgot about the reason why he had kissed him in the first place, only able to feel the enormous amount of love and lust he always felt in Ryan’s presence.

 

“Someone’s randy tonight,” Ryan grinned, combing his fingers through Greg’s hair.

 

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” he muttered, kissing his partner’s neck, “Want to go back to my place?”

 

“Like I’ve ever said no,” Ryan snorted, “Let me change and we’ll head over.”

 

“Sounds good, I’ll be waiting,” Greg let him go with another kiss, grinning as he followed him with his eyes before he turned a corner and was out of sight. He turned back to see if anyone had noticed that little exchange and was not surprised to see every one still chatting about the show and completely oblivious to what had happened. After waiting for a minute and getting bored, he decided to go and meet Ryan in his dressing room itself. Plus, he had seen Ryan change several times and he had to admit that he had begun considering it a type of foreplay because it often ended in both of them strewing clothes everywhere and right back where they started from.

 

He was pulled from those thoughts when he passed by the dressing room of whoever was the fourth seat for the taping and was roughly pulled in by his collar, the door slamming shut the moment he was in. Greg scowled and pushed back the person who had grabbed him and straightened his jacket, smoothing out any wrinkles that had been left.

 

“Something you want, Sherwood?” he asked acidly, making it clear that he did not appreciate the force used on him.

 

“What’s going on between you two?” was the blunt reply, no remorse present in the tone whatsoever. Brad was clearly not in the mood for Greg’s tendency to skip around the point when he wanted to provoke the person and Brad was the first name on the list of people Greg loved to provoke.

 

“Going on between me and who?” Greg asked, smirking, lighting another cigarette and making sure to blow the smoke in Brad’s direction.

 

“Stop fucking with me and just tell me!” Brad growled, clenching his fists in an attempt to hold back his anger.

 

“Hm, do you mean me and that person I had in my bed last night?” Greg pretended to think but he knew that Brad had already caught on to who that person was. It just made his next words all the more sweeter and sharper, “The one who screamed out my name? The one who’ll be in it again tonight?”

 

“Shut up,” Brad growled, trying to fight the urge to just beat the crap out of the smug bastard in front of him.

 

“If so, I’m afraid I’m unable to see how this is your business,” Greg drawled, “You have no claims over him.”

 

“He is my business!” Brad snapped back, getting more infuriated with each word.

 

“Ah, but he’s not,” Greg corrected, circling his opponent like a shark circling it’s prey, “he’s not yours at all. You’re too afraid to say anything to him and you’re just angry that I said it first. It’s your own fault he’s not with you, you know. It’s your fault that he welcomed me to his bed.”

 

“I said shut up!” Brad lashed out with a fist, but Greg had already expected the move and moved back out of range with the experience of someone who had dealt with his share of drunk, violent hecklers.

 

“Plus, Ryan would never go for someone like you,” Greg tutted, moving to lean against the dressing room door.

 

“What the hell does that mean?”

 

“Your temper,” Greg raised an eyebrow as if it were obvious, “Ryan is great, but he’s the most infuriating bastard I’ve ever met. You two’d come to blows in a day, especially if this is the way you react to him being with someone else.”

 

Greg’s words seemed to drain all the anger out of Brad and for the first time, he actually looked shocked at what he had done. Greg watched with a satisfied smile as Brad slumped into one of the only chairs in the room with his head in his hands, silently celebrating this triumph over his enemy.

 

“Oh God....” Brad groaned and then, to the spectacled man’s surprise, looked up at him apologetically, “I’m so, so sorry, Greg....”

 

“Uh...” that was something Greg did not know how to react to. He’d been abused and yelled at several times, but he had never been apologized to, especially not by someone who had just taken a swing at him. Greg suddenly realized that Brad’s affections for Ryan weren’t just of lust but something much more serious and everlasting, much like his own. He had scoffed at the idea of love and had been only interested in a fling, just like Ryan had been at the time, but as they spent more and more time together, they had begun to realize that maybe having a serious relationship wasn’t something to be frightened of. That had been three years ago and Greg still didn’t feel like he was going to be getting tired of Ryan soon.

 

“I mean it, Greg,” Brad’s voice broke through his thoughts, “I really am sorry....I didn’t know things between you guys were so serious....”

 

“What did you think it was?” he heard himself ask before he could stop himself and silently cursed. He wasn’t supposed to be feeling sorry for him, he was supposed to be rubbing it in his face. But one look at that sad visage and he felt his anger dissolve into pity.

 

“I thought it was just a fling,” Brad shrugged, “Guess I was wrong.”

 

“You were,” Greg responded but his voice was much softer than before.

 

“Well, if Ryan’s really in love with you, I don’t stand a chance at all,” Brad chuckled bitterly, “But can I ask you something?”

 

“Depends on what it is.”

 

“What’s it like?”

 

“Excuse me?” Greg wasn’t sure just what Brad meant by that statement. It was certainly an odd one to ask.

 

“Making love to Ryan. What’s it like?” Brad asked, his voice filled with quiet desperation.

 

Greg wanted to yell at Brad for even thinking that he would divulge their most intimate moments like they were the latest piece of juicy gossip, for even thinking that he had the right to ask, but as he looked at him, he realized that this was what would pull Brad through many difficult days as he struggled to get over a love that he now realized was unrequited. It was all he would have to teach his heart how to not love someone who would not love him back. Thinking of it that way, Greg couldn’t help but take a seat next to Brad, staring at a blank spot on the wall as he dipped into memories he kept locked in his mind until the night they were made into reality again.

 

“It’s amazing,” he spoke finally, his eyes glazing as he thought, “Wonderful. Being with Ryan like that....it’s like being on stage, but it’s a private show. One just for you and him.”

 

He heard Brad draw in a shaky breath but continued, loosing himself in his words.

 

“When you’re with him....you feel transported. Like there’s nothing in the world that matters but him. When we kiss, it’s always a battle for dominance and we never know who will win, but I know that if I just lick the roof of his mouth, he’ll be gone. Game, set and match.”

 

Brad’s breath hitched at that and Greg knew he was picturing everything, but replacing the image of Greg with his own. It didn’t bother him and he had to admit that inspite of all his possessive tendencies, the idea of Ryan being with someone else while he was watching was....arousing to say the least.

 

“And his body,” Greg licked his lips at the picture in his mind, “he’s just....perfect. Smooth skin, long arms and legs and he definitely proves the theory behind men with big feet.”

 

He heard the sound of a zipper being undone and out of the corner of his eye, he could see Brad start to touch himself, his eyes closed as Greg continued to speak.

 

“He’s amazingly sensitive and very vocal....always telling me exactly what he wants. He makes it clear that even when I think I’m in control, I’m not,” Greg could feel the effect of his words on himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d just have Ryan take care of that problem later. “He loves chocolate, so he tastes of that most of the time but when we’re coming down from an amazing session, he tastes even better....like heaven.”

 

“Oh God....” he heard Brad’s exhale and that, surprisingly aroused him even more, to the degree that he didn’t feel like holding back at all.

 

“When he takes my dick in his mouth, I swear I feel that God loves me because he gives the best blowjob I’ve ever had. He knows what I like and he uses it to his advantage, always mixing it up so that I never know what to expect....but when he lets me have my way with him....I don’t know how to describe it, but to have him moaning and needy beneath you, that’s something else, man.”

 

“How does he look when he comes?” Brad asked, his voice clogged with desire.

 

“Incredible....” Greg whispered, picturing it in his mind, “he always starts breathing hard right before and closes his eyes but I always make him open them....God, his eyes could make me come several times without him even touching me. Just to see that glazed, pleasurable look on him....that’s the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world. And when he screams your name....”

 

He felt Brad shudder beside him and looked over to see him with his eyes squeezed shut, stroking himself almost violently as Greg’s words flowed into his ears. For some reason, Greg felt like taking over for him and before he knew it, he was kneeling in front of Brad, batting his hand away and taking his erection into his own palm.

 

“Ah, what’re you- God!” Brad groaned as Greg used his experience to give him what he felt like was the handjob in the world. As Greg continued to stroke him, he suddenly had the image of him doing the same to Ryan, his lips running all over that tanned body while Ryan returned the favor, kissing every part of Greg that he could reach. Brad felt his climax come like an out of control train and only had the time to squeeze Greg’s shoulder in warning, before he erupted all over his hand.

 

Greg smirked as Brad came with a choked cry, biting his lip to stop the name he was sure was about to escape him. He pulled away, taking his seat next to Brad again casually, as though he had not just jerked off someone who he had truly hated just a few minutes ago. Lighting up a cigarette, he handed one to Brad unthinkingly and was surprised when he not only took it but actually took a drag like he’d been doing it for years.

 

“I thought you didn’t smoke?” he asked with a hint of amusement.

 

“I don’t,” Brad responded, “Anymore.”

 

“Man, Sherwood, you always surprise me,” Greg shook his head, taking a drag from his own.

 

“Not as much as you surprise me,” Brad looked over at him, “Why-”

 

“Did I just jerk you off or why did I tell you about me and Ryan?” Greg interrupted.

 

“Either, both.”

 

“Well, to answer the first one, because I wanted to,” Greg looked up at the ceiling in thought, “And as to the second....maybe because I know how you feel.”

 

“Huh?” Brad was clearly confused.

 

“What, you think Ryan and I were always together? We were just a fling earlier and we were happy with that. We had no commitment to each other and if we wanted to sleep with someone else, we did. Then Colin came along,” Greg’s hand clenched slightly around the cigarette but he looked otherwise calm. “You’ve seen the two of them. Just before we shifted to the US, it became obvious to me that Colin was absolutely smitten with Ryan and I knew Ryan felt the same. He started spending lesser and lesser time with me and I hated it....it took me nearly a year to realize that I was jealous.”

 

“What happened then?” Brad asked, genuinely interested.

 

“After Ryan cancelled our plans for the tenth fucking time, I finally confronted him. Yelled at him for a good hour and the idiot never even realized why. Or maybe he did because in mid sentence, he just up and kissed me. He told me that if I wanted him to make a commitment to me, I would have to do the same. I scoffed at first and told him he thought too highly of himself, but the smug bastard just winked at me and said that I’d be ready by the end of the week. He was right.”

 

“But what about Colin?”

 

“Turns out they really were just friends. Ryan confessed that they’d had a relationship way back, but decided that they were much better as friends. Colin was the first one to give us his blessing and is the only person who knows about us,” Greg smirked.

 

“Sounds like you two really love each other,” there was no anger in Brad’s voice, just quiet acceptance.

 

“We do,” Greg stood up, hearing Ryan call for him from down the hall, “Nothing can separate us.”

 

Brad looked down as Greg reached the door, turning the handle and stepping into the hallway. He was startled when he heard Greg speak again.

 

“But maybe someone can join us,” Brad looked up just in time to see Greg wink before he closed the door behind him, hearing him walk over to Ryan and then heard pairs two footsteps walk away, the sound of chatting flowing through to his ears.

 

It was obvious that he couldn’t have Ryan all to himself the way he wanted- the way that Greg had talked about their relationship was the proof of that- but he had been given the offer of joining them and maybe, just maybe, sharing wouldn’t be that bad.