Secret Santa Fic: We Continue Chapter 4/ 4
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wl_fanfictionFor: AlmostJulie
Who requested: Col/Greg road trip, Josie/Caroline fluff, Clive being a smartass, or Pre-WL Col/Ry
We Continue
Disclaimer: Own nothing, just jazz
Rating: R for language and sex
Summary: When Brad comes up with a nice case of the stomach flu, Colin is faced with trying to find a replacement. Greg, his own career in a rare lull, signs on to the job. Should be easy, he and Colin worked together before, obviously, and had great chemistry.
But times change people, and so does the road.
A/N: Hey there everyone, sorry I've been so scarce and then pop up with this. Almostjulie, this was a treat to write for you, and I hope you don't mind a few additions. Unfortunatly, Glyph doesn't know about them and so can't fix any errors, so that's all my fault ^__^
Thank you all for the many wonderful comments! It really gave my days a boost that was needed muchly. You're all awesome<3
Enjoy
pd
Ps.
I recommend listening to Karma Police by Radiohead. Pandora, I heart you.
Chapter Four
The next morning was one of the best either of them had ever had in their lives. They woke, and instead of rising, Colin called the guys and told them they’d leave at 8 instead of 6 before pulling Greg back into bed with a devious smile.
Sunlight filtered gently around the curtains in shafts of gold, and for some time after that first luscious bout of sex, they were content to wrap around one another and watch the dust particles dance in the light to land softly on their sweat-dewed limbs. However, the tranquility didn’t last when Greg rolled the cooler over to the bed. They spent a few hours alternately licking half-melted ice cubes from each others’ bodies before forgetting the ice completely for a time. Breakfast came afterwards, a light fair of apples, bananas, and power bars, washed down with the hotel’s complimentary coffee that tasted like cardboard.
It was amazing.
It was perfect.
It lasted until the hotel door.
After dropping off the room keys Colin came to the Prius where Greg was loading the last of their luggage into the boot as the guys stood nearby discussing routes. Colin sidled up and moved to wrap an arm around Greg, but the man shied away. “Heh, come on, Col,” he mumbled, avoiding Colin’s confused gaze. “Not in front of the others…”
“Greg, they know I’m gay.”
“Shhh!” he hissed, glaring at Colin suddenly. “Yeah, but they don’t need to know I am, or that we’re together…”
“What?” Colin tried to smile but failed. “What was last night to you, Greg?”
Greg glanced over at the guys, who were watching now. “Come on, Col, keep it on the Down L-”
“What was last night to you, Greg?” Colin growled between his teeth, shoving Greg gently but firmly into the car. The guys perked warily, straightening up just in case there was a need to physically intervene. Greg’s eyes kept flicking to their unwanted audience and finally Colin dragged his gaze from Greg to them. “Can we get some space, guys?”
The two men looked down at Al, who cocked her head at them. “‘Kay, boss. We’ll be right over here, Greg.”
“Thanks, guys…” Greg waved weakly.
Slowly they piled into the van, and Colin waited until he could feel the thumping base of their radio cranked way up before he turned back to Greg, who was looking down at the dirt. “Answer my question,” He asked again, in that quiet, angry voice.
“I’m sorry Col… I can’t, I… I thought you understood that. I’m sorry, Col…”
“Can’t ‘what’ Greg?”
Greg took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. He was never good with these things. “I can’t be out…with you, Col.” Colin sniffed, laughing harshly and cursing under his breath as he paced a little, scrubbing at the back of his neck. Greg shook his head at himself. “Sorry, man… I know it’s not enough. But, I am…”
“Not half as sorry as me…” Colin rumbled, sounding halfway between furious and sad, if such a middle ground existed. “I knew something was wrong with this last night and I still went ahead with it. I always did have a problem working with gut feelings…”
They stared at one another for the longest time. “I wasn’t lying, you know, when I told you that I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time. I have…” Greg said, scuffing a shoe against the dirt.
Colin knew he was telling the truth, and seemed to gain a measure of calm from in. after a time, he nodded, glancing at the horizon before back to the shorter man. “I know. I wasn’t lying when I said I love you…”
“I know…”
“But…” Colin prompted when the silence stretched too far.
Greg sighed and said what they both already knew. “But I’m not ready to be with you… or to come out. I love my wife. She stuck with me through everything, and I could never ask you to leave Deb and Luke…”
Colin nodded, scrubbing a hand through the fringe left on his head again. “Yeah… thought as much.”
The silence settled everywhere like snow, even in their hearts. Greg, of course, broke it. “So… so what do we do now?”
Colin scratched his head and chuckled, shrugging. “What else can we do? We continue.”
Their eyes met, and they both nodded slowly. “We continue…” Greg echoed, smiling hopefully.
Colin smiled, a large, genuine smile for the first time since Greg had met him at the airport. “Then let’s get the hell out of Ogden. We’ve got a show to do and I sure as hell don’t intend to let you have my job easily.”
“Let me? Who said you had a say in the matter? Hi Ho!” Greg shouted, jumping into the car as Colin gave him a blistering mock glare.
As they pulled away from that quiet, lonely hotel, Colin cleared his throat pointedly. “Say, is there any of that joint left?”
Greg turned to him slowly, mouth agape. “Why, Mr. Mochrie!”
In the van, Todd reached forward and turned the radio down as Al peeled out of the parking lot after their bosses. “I think they’re having an affair! Seriously, did you SEE the body language?!” she demanded.
“Body language? What body language, they were hugging themselves the whole time?” Todd snapped.
“Exactly!” Al punched the air. “If they were just friends, wouldn’t they touch each other?”
Larry scoffed loudly. “Oh please, you sound like one of those crazy slash-writing fan girls!”
Al blushed, abruptly silent, and both men noticed. The laughter and teasing continuing all the way to the Idaho border.
Until Larry frowned and sniffed the air. “Say, you guys smell that?”
END
Who requested: Col/Greg road trip, Josie/Caroline fluff, Clive being a smartass, or Pre-WL Col/Ry
We Continue
Disclaimer: Own nothing, just jazz
Rating: R for language and sex
Summary: When Brad comes up with a nice case of the stomach flu, Colin is faced with trying to find a replacement. Greg, his own career in a rare lull, signs on to the job. Should be easy, he and Colin worked together before, obviously, and had great chemistry.
But times change people, and so does the road.
A/N: Hey there everyone, sorry I've been so scarce and then pop up with this. Almostjulie, this was a treat to write for you, and I hope you don't mind a few additions. Unfortunatly, Glyph doesn't know about them and so can't fix any errors, so that's all my fault ^__^
Thank you all for the many wonderful comments! It really gave my days a boost that was needed muchly. You're all awesome<3
Enjoy
pd
Ps.
I recommend listening to Karma Police by Radiohead. Pandora, I heart you.
Chapter Four
The next morning was one of the best either of them had ever had in their lives. They woke, and instead of rising, Colin called the guys and told them they’d leave at 8 instead of 6 before pulling Greg back into bed with a devious smile.
Sunlight filtered gently around the curtains in shafts of gold, and for some time after that first luscious bout of sex, they were content to wrap around one another and watch the dust particles dance in the light to land softly on their sweat-dewed limbs. However, the tranquility didn’t last when Greg rolled the cooler over to the bed. They spent a few hours alternately licking half-melted ice cubes from each others’ bodies before forgetting the ice completely for a time. Breakfast came afterwards, a light fair of apples, bananas, and power bars, washed down with the hotel’s complimentary coffee that tasted like cardboard.
It was amazing.
It was perfect.
It lasted until the hotel door.
After dropping off the room keys Colin came to the Prius where Greg was loading the last of their luggage into the boot as the guys stood nearby discussing routes. Colin sidled up and moved to wrap an arm around Greg, but the man shied away. “Heh, come on, Col,” he mumbled, avoiding Colin’s confused gaze. “Not in front of the others…”
“Greg, they know I’m gay.”
“Shhh!” he hissed, glaring at Colin suddenly. “Yeah, but they don’t need to know I am, or that we’re together…”
“What?” Colin tried to smile but failed. “What was last night to you, Greg?”
Greg glanced over at the guys, who were watching now. “Come on, Col, keep it on the Down L-”
“What was last night to you, Greg?” Colin growled between his teeth, shoving Greg gently but firmly into the car. The guys perked warily, straightening up just in case there was a need to physically intervene. Greg’s eyes kept flicking to their unwanted audience and finally Colin dragged his gaze from Greg to them. “Can we get some space, guys?”
The two men looked down at Al, who cocked her head at them. “‘Kay, boss. We’ll be right over here, Greg.”
“Thanks, guys…” Greg waved weakly.
Slowly they piled into the van, and Colin waited until he could feel the thumping base of their radio cranked way up before he turned back to Greg, who was looking down at the dirt. “Answer my question,” He asked again, in that quiet, angry voice.
“I’m sorry Col… I can’t, I… I thought you understood that. I’m sorry, Col…”
“Can’t ‘what’ Greg?”
Greg took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. He was never good with these things. “I can’t be out…with you, Col.” Colin sniffed, laughing harshly and cursing under his breath as he paced a little, scrubbing at the back of his neck. Greg shook his head at himself. “Sorry, man… I know it’s not enough. But, I am…”
“Not half as sorry as me…” Colin rumbled, sounding halfway between furious and sad, if such a middle ground existed. “I knew something was wrong with this last night and I still went ahead with it. I always did have a problem working with gut feelings…”
They stared at one another for the longest time. “I wasn’t lying, you know, when I told you that I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time. I have…” Greg said, scuffing a shoe against the dirt.
Colin knew he was telling the truth, and seemed to gain a measure of calm from in. after a time, he nodded, glancing at the horizon before back to the shorter man. “I know. I wasn’t lying when I said I love you…”
“I know…”
“But…” Colin prompted when the silence stretched too far.
Greg sighed and said what they both already knew. “But I’m not ready to be with you… or to come out. I love my wife. She stuck with me through everything, and I could never ask you to leave Deb and Luke…”
Colin nodded, scrubbing a hand through the fringe left on his head again. “Yeah… thought as much.”
The silence settled everywhere like snow, even in their hearts. Greg, of course, broke it. “So… so what do we do now?”
Colin scratched his head and chuckled, shrugging. “What else can we do? We continue.”
Their eyes met, and they both nodded slowly. “We continue…” Greg echoed, smiling hopefully.
Colin smiled, a large, genuine smile for the first time since Greg had met him at the airport. “Then let’s get the hell out of Ogden. We’ve got a show to do and I sure as hell don’t intend to let you have my job easily.”
“Let me? Who said you had a say in the matter? Hi Ho!” Greg shouted, jumping into the car as Colin gave him a blistering mock glare.
As they pulled away from that quiet, lonely hotel, Colin cleared his throat pointedly. “Say, is there any of that joint left?”
Greg turned to him slowly, mouth agape. “Why, Mr. Mochrie!”
In the van, Todd reached forward and turned the radio down as Al peeled out of the parking lot after their bosses. “I think they’re having an affair! Seriously, did you SEE the body language?!” she demanded.
“Body language? What body language, they were hugging themselves the whole time?” Todd snapped.
“Exactly!” Al punched the air. “If they were just friends, wouldn’t they touch each other?”
Larry scoffed loudly. “Oh please, you sound like one of those crazy slash-writing fan girls!”
Al blushed, abruptly silent, and both men noticed. The laughter and teasing continuing all the way to the Idaho border.
Until Larry frowned and sniffed the air. “Say, you guys smell that?”
END
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