[Fic] Inhibitions Lost
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wl_fanfictionTitle: Inhibitions Lost
Author: Jie Jie
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 1780
Summary: Things go wrong for Colin at a wrap party. Ryan takes care of him.
A quick fic I scrawled for the prompt challenge over at wliialove. My prompt words were: thermostat, merry, overdid, thrilling, addition.
Another wrap party. Another excuse to eat, drink and make merry. Another round of drinks. Ryan Stiles sipped his third neat scotch of the night, relishing the slow burn as the liquid trickled down his throat. He cast an idle glance at the strippers working their poles. For Ryan, strippers had lost their charm a long time ago. Drew was in his element. It seemed that he would never lose his taste for bright young things. The strippers were drawn to him, perhaps sensing his deep pockets, and Ryan knew he wouldn't get much of a chance to speak to his friend. Only himself and Greg were left at their table. The San Franciscan poured himself another drink from one of the many bottles bought and paid for by their host. Greg frowned as something caught his eye across the room. He nudged Ryan to get his attention and leaned in close so he could be heard over the blaring music.
“Does Col look okay to you?” Ryan followed Greg's gaze across the crowded room. Colin didn't look okay at all, one hand pressed against his head, the other gripping the bar tightly. “I think someone overdid it.” Greg said with a smile, masking his concern behind the light words.
“He's only been here half an hour.” Ryan said. Colin had been held up by a phone call from his agent and Ryan had noticed when his friend arrived.
“Was he drinking at the studio?” Greg asked. It wasn't unknown for the performers to have a drink in their dressing rooms before they hit the clubs. “Shit!” As they spoke, Colin stepped away from the bar and seemed to trip over thin air, landing hard on the floor. Ryan and Greg parted the crowd like the red sea as they rushed over to help their fallen friend. Someone else had reached Colin first. A tech that both vaguely recognised was trying, and failing, to pull Colin to his feet. A couple of the man's friends propping up the bar laughed at Colin's crumpled form. They were quickly silenced by twin dark glares from Ryan and Greg.
“We got this man.” Greg said, firmly dismissing the tech. Ryan dropped to his knees and pulled Colin into an upright position. His heart clenched as he saw the tears that streaked Colin's cheeks. It took him a moment to realise that Colin was laughing almost uncontrollably.
“I fell!” Colin managed to say as the laughing fit began to wind down.
“Can you stand up?” Ryan asked. Colin blinked, struggling to process the question. Finally he shook his head slowly. “Can you get his other side Greg?” Between the two of them they managed to get Colin up off the floor. After a conversation over the top of the Canadian's head they took him to a private room in back of house.
“Col? Hey, c'mon Col, look at me.” Greg coaxed as Colin tried to lie down on the sofa they'd sat him on.
“Is he okay?” Ryan said anxiously, his gut tight with concern. He'd never seen Colin so out of it.
“Fuck. That's not drink.” Greg said once he caught a glimpse of Colin's eyes. “Okay, Col I need you to focus. Did you take any drugs tonight?”
“What? Greg what a stupid fucking question.” Ryan responded, angry on behalf of his friend.
“Shut up.” Greg said firmly, his attention focused on the man swaying slowly in front of him. “Col, did you take anything?”
“Nooo. Drugs are bad.” Colin said. Greg turned to look up at Ryan.
“I think something made an unwelcome addition to Colin's drink.”
“Are you serious? Who the fuck would spike Col?” Ryan balled his fists, furious at the thought of someone maliciously drugging his best friend.
“You think we should take him to the hospital?” Greg asked, biting back on the torrent of rage he was feeling. Colin first. Then he could hunt down the mother fucker who'd spiked him.
“No. No hospitals.” Colin's eyes got even wider as he pushed Greg away, stumbling to his feet.
“We should get you checked out.” Ryan attempted to reason with him. The stubborn set of Colin's jaw told him that this was one argument he wouldn't be winning.
“I'm fine.” Colin held out his arms as if in proof. “I don't need a hospital. You can't make me go.”
“Fine.” Ryan said begrudgingly. “But you're coming home with me, and if you start to feel worse I'm taking you straight to emergency.”
*
“Can I sleep in your bed?” Ryan blinked at the request. Colin's eyes were usually doe like, with his pupils dilated they were even more so. Ryan didn't stand a chance.
“Sure Col. I'll take the couch.”
“No, please.” Ryan had been holding on to Colin, that reversed as the shorter man clung to him like a limpet. “Please Ry. I don't like this feeling. Stay with me?”
“Okay, okay.” Ryan ran his hand over Colin's hair, his chest tightening when his friend leaned into his hand. “Why don't you lie down and I'll get you some water.” Colin nodded his acquiescence, gratefully sinking down onto the bed. Ryan retreated to the safety of the kitchen. He slumped against the counter, resting his head on his hands. Seeing Colin like this, so lost and vulnerable, was calling to the surface feelings that he'd suppressed long ago. Feelings of warmth and love and passion that he'd once decided were too dangerous to explore. In that moment he was struggling to remember why he'd made the decision to settle for friendship. Ryan shook himself from his melancholy, poured a glass of water, and headed back to the bedroom. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
“Hey Col?”
“Yeah Ry?”
“Are you naked under there?” Colin's clothes, boxers included, were scattered across the bedroom floor. The duvet had been pushed to the end of the bed, leaving only a thin white sheet to preserve Colin's modesty.
“Too hot.” Colin said, words slightly slurred. “Couldn't find your thermostat. Come to bed.” Ryan swallowed thickly, as he began to strip off his clothes. Once he was down to his underwear he slipped between the sheets, being careful to keep a respectable distance between their bodies. It didn't last for long as Colin reached out and pulled Ryan to him. Their bodies pressed against each other, skin against skin. Ryan closed his eyes and tried to picture Drew in a thong, anything that would stop his body's natural reaction to such intimacy. His good intentions were scuppered when Colin nuzzled his face against Ryan's neck and placed a gentle kiss against his collar bone.
“What...Colin, stop.” Ryan placed his hands on Colin's shoulders and firmly pushed him away. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you.” Colin said, then leaned forward and did just that. Ryan froze but Colin was not deterred. With licks and nips he thawed the taller man until he melted against him. Kissing Colin like this, free from stage lights and inhibitions, was like kissing him for the very first time. It was something sacred and thrilling and comforting all at once. They parted for breath and looked at each other in silence. With one glance at Colin's dilated pupils the moment was lost for Ryan.
“We can't do this.” He said with a heavy sigh.
“I love you Ryan.” At those words, words he'd spent years longing to hear, Ryan felt hope flutter in his chest. He couldn't afford to let his heart run away with him. Not yet.
“Tell me again in the morning.” He said, voice rough with emotion. “If you mean it Col, tell me tomorrow and I'll give you everything.” Colin looked like he wanted to argue but his eyes were heavy with fatigue and he only sighed and burrowed closer to Ryan's body. Ryan held him tightly and felt his eyes burn with tears. This was all he'd ever wanted. If only he could be certain that it was real. He wanted to stay awake, wanted to hold on to the moment but soon found himself drifting, lulled into slumber by Colin's warmth and the steady beating of his heart.
*
“What the hell?” Colin's voice, painfully loud in the early morning quiet, pulled Ryan from his dreams. He blinked up at his friend who was sitting upright in the bed, looking for all the world like he was about to hyperventilate. For once Ryan's smart mouth deserted him as his hope fluttered away. Colin didn't remember.
“Morning.” Was all he could bring himself to say. A blush coloured Colin's cheeks as he noticed his state of undress.
“What happened last night?” Colin asked. “Did we...?” He gestured to the bed and his blush deepened. Ryan shook his head slowly.
“Your drink was spiked last night, you didn't want to be left alone.” Ryan explained. “Nothing happened.” Nothing except a kiss and a confession. Ryan thought that some things were perhaps best left unsaid for the sake of their friendship.
“Oh.” Colin said quietly. He excused himself and got up to visit the bathroom. Ryan watched him go with a thoughtful frown. Had that been disappointment in Colin's voice? Hope gripped him once more. Maybe the drug in Colin's system hadn't fuelled the emotions he'd professed but simply freed him enough that he could speak the truth. The more Ryan thought about it, the more it made sense to him. The kiss they had shared had been so pure and intense, a tantalising preview of what they could share.
"Fuck it." Ryan made up his mind right then. He would tell Colin how he felt and damn the consequences. He jumped to his feet and stalked towards the bathroom. Ryan knew that if he didn't seize that moment, right then, he would lose his nerve and in doing so lose something infintely more precious. He opened the door. Colin was standing in front of the mirror. He turned to look at Ryan and this time his brown eyes were clear.
“I love you too.” He said before leaning down to capture Colin's lips with his own. When Colin's arms came up to encircle him Ryan wanted to laugh with relief. This time the kiss they shared really was perfection. Some things were worth taking a risk. This was one of them.
Author: Jie Jie
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 1780
Summary: Things go wrong for Colin at a wrap party. Ryan takes care of him.
A quick fic I scrawled for the prompt challenge over at wliialove. My prompt words were: thermostat, merry, overdid, thrilling, addition.
Another wrap party. Another excuse to eat, drink and make merry. Another round of drinks. Ryan Stiles sipped his third neat scotch of the night, relishing the slow burn as the liquid trickled down his throat. He cast an idle glance at the strippers working their poles. For Ryan, strippers had lost their charm a long time ago. Drew was in his element. It seemed that he would never lose his taste for bright young things. The strippers were drawn to him, perhaps sensing his deep pockets, and Ryan knew he wouldn't get much of a chance to speak to his friend. Only himself and Greg were left at their table. The San Franciscan poured himself another drink from one of the many bottles bought and paid for by their host. Greg frowned as something caught his eye across the room. He nudged Ryan to get his attention and leaned in close so he could be heard over the blaring music.
“Does Col look okay to you?” Ryan followed Greg's gaze across the crowded room. Colin didn't look okay at all, one hand pressed against his head, the other gripping the bar tightly. “I think someone overdid it.” Greg said with a smile, masking his concern behind the light words.
“He's only been here half an hour.” Ryan said. Colin had been held up by a phone call from his agent and Ryan had noticed when his friend arrived.
“Was he drinking at the studio?” Greg asked. It wasn't unknown for the performers to have a drink in their dressing rooms before they hit the clubs. “Shit!” As they spoke, Colin stepped away from the bar and seemed to trip over thin air, landing hard on the floor. Ryan and Greg parted the crowd like the red sea as they rushed over to help their fallen friend. Someone else had reached Colin first. A tech that both vaguely recognised was trying, and failing, to pull Colin to his feet. A couple of the man's friends propping up the bar laughed at Colin's crumpled form. They were quickly silenced by twin dark glares from Ryan and Greg.
“We got this man.” Greg said, firmly dismissing the tech. Ryan dropped to his knees and pulled Colin into an upright position. His heart clenched as he saw the tears that streaked Colin's cheeks. It took him a moment to realise that Colin was laughing almost uncontrollably.
“I fell!” Colin managed to say as the laughing fit began to wind down.
“Can you stand up?” Ryan asked. Colin blinked, struggling to process the question. Finally he shook his head slowly. “Can you get his other side Greg?” Between the two of them they managed to get Colin up off the floor. After a conversation over the top of the Canadian's head they took him to a private room in back of house.
“Col? Hey, c'mon Col, look at me.” Greg coaxed as Colin tried to lie down on the sofa they'd sat him on.
“Is he okay?” Ryan said anxiously, his gut tight with concern. He'd never seen Colin so out of it.
“Fuck. That's not drink.” Greg said once he caught a glimpse of Colin's eyes. “Okay, Col I need you to focus. Did you take any drugs tonight?”
“What? Greg what a stupid fucking question.” Ryan responded, angry on behalf of his friend.
“Shut up.” Greg said firmly, his attention focused on the man swaying slowly in front of him. “Col, did you take anything?”
“Nooo. Drugs are bad.” Colin said. Greg turned to look up at Ryan.
“I think something made an unwelcome addition to Colin's drink.”
“Are you serious? Who the fuck would spike Col?” Ryan balled his fists, furious at the thought of someone maliciously drugging his best friend.
“You think we should take him to the hospital?” Greg asked, biting back on the torrent of rage he was feeling. Colin first. Then he could hunt down the mother fucker who'd spiked him.
“No. No hospitals.” Colin's eyes got even wider as he pushed Greg away, stumbling to his feet.
“We should get you checked out.” Ryan attempted to reason with him. The stubborn set of Colin's jaw told him that this was one argument he wouldn't be winning.
“I'm fine.” Colin held out his arms as if in proof. “I don't need a hospital. You can't make me go.”
“Fine.” Ryan said begrudgingly. “But you're coming home with me, and if you start to feel worse I'm taking you straight to emergency.”
*
“Can I sleep in your bed?” Ryan blinked at the request. Colin's eyes were usually doe like, with his pupils dilated they were even more so. Ryan didn't stand a chance.
“Sure Col. I'll take the couch.”
“No, please.” Ryan had been holding on to Colin, that reversed as the shorter man clung to him like a limpet. “Please Ry. I don't like this feeling. Stay with me?”
“Okay, okay.” Ryan ran his hand over Colin's hair, his chest tightening when his friend leaned into his hand. “Why don't you lie down and I'll get you some water.” Colin nodded his acquiescence, gratefully sinking down onto the bed. Ryan retreated to the safety of the kitchen. He slumped against the counter, resting his head on his hands. Seeing Colin like this, so lost and vulnerable, was calling to the surface feelings that he'd suppressed long ago. Feelings of warmth and love and passion that he'd once decided were too dangerous to explore. In that moment he was struggling to remember why he'd made the decision to settle for friendship. Ryan shook himself from his melancholy, poured a glass of water, and headed back to the bedroom. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
“Hey Col?”
“Yeah Ry?”
“Are you naked under there?” Colin's clothes, boxers included, were scattered across the bedroom floor. The duvet had been pushed to the end of the bed, leaving only a thin white sheet to preserve Colin's modesty.
“Too hot.” Colin said, words slightly slurred. “Couldn't find your thermostat. Come to bed.” Ryan swallowed thickly, as he began to strip off his clothes. Once he was down to his underwear he slipped between the sheets, being careful to keep a respectable distance between their bodies. It didn't last for long as Colin reached out and pulled Ryan to him. Their bodies pressed against each other, skin against skin. Ryan closed his eyes and tried to picture Drew in a thong, anything that would stop his body's natural reaction to such intimacy. His good intentions were scuppered when Colin nuzzled his face against Ryan's neck and placed a gentle kiss against his collar bone.
“What...Colin, stop.” Ryan placed his hands on Colin's shoulders and firmly pushed him away. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you.” Colin said, then leaned forward and did just that. Ryan froze but Colin was not deterred. With licks and nips he thawed the taller man until he melted against him. Kissing Colin like this, free from stage lights and inhibitions, was like kissing him for the very first time. It was something sacred and thrilling and comforting all at once. They parted for breath and looked at each other in silence. With one glance at Colin's dilated pupils the moment was lost for Ryan.
“We can't do this.” He said with a heavy sigh.
“I love you Ryan.” At those words, words he'd spent years longing to hear, Ryan felt hope flutter in his chest. He couldn't afford to let his heart run away with him. Not yet.
“Tell me again in the morning.” He said, voice rough with emotion. “If you mean it Col, tell me tomorrow and I'll give you everything.” Colin looked like he wanted to argue but his eyes were heavy with fatigue and he only sighed and burrowed closer to Ryan's body. Ryan held him tightly and felt his eyes burn with tears. This was all he'd ever wanted. If only he could be certain that it was real. He wanted to stay awake, wanted to hold on to the moment but soon found himself drifting, lulled into slumber by Colin's warmth and the steady beating of his heart.
*
“What the hell?” Colin's voice, painfully loud in the early morning quiet, pulled Ryan from his dreams. He blinked up at his friend who was sitting upright in the bed, looking for all the world like he was about to hyperventilate. For once Ryan's smart mouth deserted him as his hope fluttered away. Colin didn't remember.
“Morning.” Was all he could bring himself to say. A blush coloured Colin's cheeks as he noticed his state of undress.
“What happened last night?” Colin asked. “Did we...?” He gestured to the bed and his blush deepened. Ryan shook his head slowly.
“Your drink was spiked last night, you didn't want to be left alone.” Ryan explained. “Nothing happened.” Nothing except a kiss and a confession. Ryan thought that some things were perhaps best left unsaid for the sake of their friendship.
“Oh.” Colin said quietly. He excused himself and got up to visit the bathroom. Ryan watched him go with a thoughtful frown. Had that been disappointment in Colin's voice? Hope gripped him once more. Maybe the drug in Colin's system hadn't fuelled the emotions he'd professed but simply freed him enough that he could speak the truth. The more Ryan thought about it, the more it made sense to him. The kiss they had shared had been so pure and intense, a tantalising preview of what they could share.
"Fuck it." Ryan made up his mind right then. He would tell Colin how he felt and damn the consequences. He jumped to his feet and stalked towards the bathroom. Ryan knew that if he didn't seize that moment, right then, he would lose his nerve and in doing so lose something infintely more precious. He opened the door. Colin was standing in front of the mirror. He turned to look at Ryan and this time his brown eyes were clear.
“I love you too.” He said before leaning down to capture Colin's lips with his own. When Colin's arms came up to encircle him Ryan wanted to laugh with relief. This time the kiss they shared really was perfection. Some things were worth taking a risk. This was one of them.
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