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In the spirit of [livejournal.com profile] clayangel 's birthday (Happy birthday! ^_^ I think it's still technically your birthday *looks sheepish* At least, it is - somewhere in the world *smirks*), I tried to write a birthday-centric drabble, but I overshot the 100 word mark by ... a little. So it's a ficlet, I think. =) A nice, fluffy little birthday ficlet *snorts* Or not. You know.

Title:

Bygones

Rating:

R

Pairing:

makes reference to *takes a deep breath* - wait for it - Greg/Ryan, Greg/Clive, Greg/his wife, Greg/Wayne, Greg/Jeff, Greg/Chip and background Ryan/Colin. (I was in a Greg mood ... -_-)

Summary:

On his thirtieth birthday, he'd been with Ryan.

Author's Notes: Coincidentally, it was something clay said about being able to mentally pair Greg with just about anyone that ... led to this being ... created. I'm saying, before you read it (if anyone is, actually. I don't know that half the fandom'll read those pairings) that I've never seen any Greg/Jeff or any recent Greg/Chip interaction. So, yes. It's very, very made up. As opposed to normal fanfic, I guess. Which is just made up. Uh, anyway.

 

Bygones

On his thirtieth birthday, he'd been with Ryan.

It had still been new and careful between them; they'd laughed against each other's necks, and he hadn't even tried to pretend he wasn't happy.

Ryan had stroked his back afterwards, silently, and he'd leant over and kissed the taller man's chest.

Ryan had smiled slightly and reached up to play with Greg's hair, and Greg had smiled back.

"You got any-" Ryan had mimed smoking and Greg had laughed, startled.

"Such a romantic," he'd pretended to grumble, reaching for his pants, and Ryan had smirked.

Ryan hadn't known it was his birthday - but they hadn't known each other for that long, really, so he truly hadn't cared.

 

On his thirty-second birthday, he'd been with Ryan again.

They hadn't talked much; he'd snapped something about Colin, and Ryan had bitten back something pointed about Clive - of all people - and it had suddenly gotten angry and messy, and Ryan had gripped his hips a little too hard, and he'd buried his face in the pillows and just shut his eyes.

Ryan hadn't called his name when he came - but he'd stopped doing that almost three months ago, so Greg hadn't really minded.

He'd called Ryan's name, though.

They'd both pretended not to notice.

Ryan hadn't known it was his birthday, but Greg hadn't expected him to.

 

On his thirty-third birthday, he'd been with Clive, trying to forget Ryan.

Clive had been just what he'd expected - Christ, just what he'd needed - he'd made Greg work only a little for it. "Are you saying you don't want me?" Greg had pouted, exaggeratedly, even as he reached for the buttons on Clive's still neatly ironed shirt, and the older man had laughed a little.

"Did I say that?" he'd asked, slightly ambiguously, and Greg had paused to smirk at him.

"So you do want me?" he'd replied, and the other man had just smirked back.

Clive had known it was his birthday - but he'd always had a head for random shit like that; "Why aren't you with Ryan?" he'd mumbled, into Greg's neck, a little amused - and Greg had gritted his teeth.

"Because he's with Colin," he'd replied, flatly, and Clive had paused.

"He's with Colin tonight or he's with Colin?" he'd asked, surprisingly softly, and Greg had ignored him.

 

On his thirty-fifth birthday, he'd gone back to Ryan.

"Ry - please," he'd begged, and Ryan had sighed - like he fucking pitied him, but Greg had stepped into him, anyway. "Please," he'd repeated, a little desperately, his hands creeping up to squeeze Ryan's hips.

Ryan had shaken his head slightly, his eyes almost sad, and Greg had leant up - it had been a risk, he'd known, even then - and kissed the underside of Ryan's chin. "Please," he'd muttered, against Ryan's neck, and Ryan had stood very still for a long moment, so Greg had reached down and gently stroked his stomach.

It had been quick and somehow bitter; he'd panted against the white sheets and pretended he wasn't trying to smell Colin.

They hadn't even taken off their clothes; Ryan had withdrawn, almost immediately after Greg had come, and zipped up his pants.

Greg had tugged his trousers back up, and Ryan had silently buckled his belt, and Greg had felt far worse than he'd imagined he would.

Ryan hadn't known it was his birthday - but when he'd passed Colin in the hall, not five minutes later, the older man had smiled, genuinely, and said, "Happy Birthday, Greg!" - and Greg had only nodded, and forced a smile. "Thanks, Col," he'd replied, hollowly.

 

On his fortieth birthday, he'd been with his wife - for the first time in years.

He'd pushed into her and tried to remember the last time they'd had sex.

She'd sighed - it was irrational, he'd known, but he'd grown to hate how goddamn feminine her sighs were - and he'd closed his eyes.

She'd known it was his birthday, of course, because she was Jennifer, and she loved him.

 

On his forty-second birthday, he'd been with Wayne.

He'd initiated it; Wayne had resisted, initially, just a little, but he'd made whispered, hurried promises like, "Just this once, Wayne," and, "We'll never talk about it again," and Wayne had believed him.

He'd called Wayne's name just a little too loudly, and tried to pretend it wasn't because Ryan's dressing room was across the hall.

Wayne hadn't known it was his birthday, but he hadn't wanted him to.

Wayne would've felt sorry for him if he'd known.

 

On his forty-fifth birthday, he'd been with Jeff.

Jeff had smirked almost as much as he did - almost as much as Ryan had, he'd silently added, so he'd frowned, and pushed in a little too roughly, but Jeff hadn't protested.

Jeff had studied him, afterwards, with an oddly blank expression, and Greg had felt almost uncomfortable; he'd had the bizarre urge to reach out and touch Jeff's hair, so - instead - he'd reached for his cigarettes.

He'd silently offered Jeff one - and the other man had leant in, without looking away, and slowly taken one.

"Thanks," he'd murmured - the first thing either had said in nearly half an hour - and Greg had just nodded slightly.

He hadn't been sure if Jeff had known it was his birthday or not, because Jeff had the uncanny ability to simply carefully raise an eyebrow at him and reveal absolutely nothing.

He both admired and almost hated that about Jeff.

 

On his forty-sixth birthday, he'd been with Chip.

"Whoa there," Chip had laughed, pulling away a little. "What's the big rush?" he'd added (in what Greg privately thought of as his 'stage' voice), a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth, and Greg had tried not to smile back at him.

Chip had dipped his chin, playfully, his eyes bright, and Greg's small smile had faded, slowly.

He'd reached out for Chip, pouting a little, unintentionally. "I need ... " he'd trailed off, and Chip had leant in and kissed him, softly, and Greg hadn't pulled away immediately.

Chip had slowly loosened Greg's tie, and Greg had stared at Chip's chest and tried not to think of anyone else.

Chip had only known it was his birthday because Colin had announced it to everyone that afternoon. Greg had done his best to glare at the older man, but Colin had smiled, easily, at him, so he'd just shaken his head and laughed.

"Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?" Chip had asked, before pressing a quick kiss to the skin just in front of Greg's ear, and Greg had paused.

"It wasn't important," he'd finally replied, flatly.

 

On his forty-seventh birthday, he'd been alone.

He'd sipped his beer and stared at the blank television screen.

He'd held the bottle up, studying it a little too intently, and rotated his wrist, slowly. He'd watched the bottle turn - bizarrely fascinated - before taking another sip.

He'd rested it on the table next to the bed, then, and grabbed his cigarettes. He'd carefully slid one out of the box, and reached for his lighter.

He'd frowned when he realised that the lighter was in his jacket pocket; he'd stared across the room, almost forlornly at it, and decided he couldn't be bothered getting up.

He'd rolled the cigarette between his fingers, instead, staring at the wall without actually seeing anything, and wondered - for only a split second - what Ryan was doing.

And if he'd thought of him - even once - since the last time they saw each other.

Date: 2006-02-03 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missmissy1288.livejournal.com
Aw. I love this, even though it was so sad. And finally someone writes a Greg/Jeff not-quite-a-story. lol Clay and I had a small discussion about them in comments of one of my stories, I think. I also quite liked the Greg/Chip part.

And of course, a very Happy Birthday to Clay!

Date: 2006-02-03 05:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missmissy1288.livejournal.com
lol Don't apologize. I get distracted every time I see it. I love them in that position, even as bad as that sounds. *g*

I think I've always liked Greg/Jeff, but just recently, I seemed to have gotten into Greg/Chip. It all started with a game of 'New Choice' on Green Screen... I don't know. They seemed cute together so I'm currently writing my first Greg/Chip piece.

Date: 2006-02-03 05:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clayangel.livejournal.com
They played a game of New Choice on GS??? Which episode?????? I NEED to see more Greg/Chip interaction. And yay for Greg/Chip story!

Date: 2006-02-03 06:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missmissy1288.livejournal.com
It's on episode 11. They're on a safari or something related.

Date: 2006-02-03 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clayangel.livejournal.com
Thank you! *goes to download*

Date: 2006-02-03 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missmissy1288.livejournal.com
I think I'll have to start watching some old GS episodes *strokes chin thoughtfully*.

I just downloaded the last three that were made and watched them. That's what got me stuck on it, I think.

Well, I'll keep an eye out for it ;).

It may be a while. I still have to write the Secret Valentine challenge (now that I finally figured out what I'm going to write ^_^).

Date: 2006-02-03 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clayangel.livejournal.com
I love you. Marry me and have all my babies?

Oh. My. God. ^______________________^ I need to go into severe detail about everything I loved because hot damn, girl, you deserve it.

they'd laughed against each other's necks, and he hadn't even tried to pretend he wasn't happy. ---- Squee! ^_^ This is such fantastic imagery. You're so damn good at imagery. Also, this: "You got any-" Ryan had mimed smoking and Greg had laughed, startled. So awesome. And yay for startled laughter!

Ryan hadn't called his name when he came ... He'd called Ryan's name, though. They'd both pretended not to notice. --- Guh. Just perfect.

"He's with Colin tonight or he's with Colin?" he'd asked, surprisingly softly --- Can I just say "Guh" again. ^_^ I don't know exactly why, but I LOVED this line. So, so, SO much. And aw for stoic but secretly sweet Clive.

They hadn't even taken off their clothes; Ryan had withdrawn, almost immediately after Greg had come, and zipped up his pants. --- It was at this point that I had to stop and catch my breath and all I could think was how fucking awesome you are. ^_^ Again, major love for absolutely perfect imagery. An just, oh, superfantasticalness that goes beyond words. It's just so painful. And, oh, but when he'd passed Colin in the hall, not five minutes later, the older man had smiled, genuinely, and said, "Happy Birthday, Greg!" - and Greg had only nodded, and forced a smile. "Thanks, Col," he'd replied, hollowly. --- All the implications, wondering if Colin is going to Ryan, wondering if this means that Ryan just cheated on Colin, wondering what that might mean about how Ryan feels about Greg, and then Colin being so fucking perfect and Greg should hate him, but he's just too damn nice. *dies from happy*

Jeff had the uncanny ability to simply carefully raise an eyebrow at him and reveal absolutely nothing. --- I love the way you characterized Jeff. He's a tough one to write, I think, but you did a damn fine job. Also, super love for Jeff taking the cigarette. I think Jeff smoking has become an odd fetish of mine. ^_^

On his forty-sixth birthday, he'd been with Chip. --- *blinks* *stares* *blinks again* *screams the scream of ultimate fangirlish glee and hugs you until you can't breathe* YOU WROTE GREG/CHIP!!!! I have to love you forever now. This is, admittedly, a very new pairing of mine, but I've already fallen head over heels in love with it and you did it abso-fucking-lutely PERFECT! *reads again* *squee!* *reads again* I'd quote another line from this section, but everything was just perfect. It's absolutely the way I see them. Yay! ^_^

Oh, and the ending where he's still thinking about Ryan. That just did it for me. And you may not believe this, but I had to tone this whole review down so you didn't think I was completely insane.... ^____^ But seriously, this was absolutely fantastic and the best way I could ever imagine to end my birthday. *hugs again*

Date: 2006-02-03 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clayangel.livejournal.com
Oh, and I have to come back and also mention severe love for NOT putting Greg/Brad in here. *smirk*

Date: 2006-02-04 03:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clayangel.livejournal.com
You inspire me to do terrible, terrible things, woman. --- Then my plan is working. Excellent.... ^_~

You make me so happy, you know? --- *HUGE grin*

I'm just glad I didn't somehow ... defile ... them by even trying *sighs in relief* ... *but still mutters something about how she'll never write either of those pairings for anyone else* --- First, must reiterate that you got them PERFECT. Second, *hugs*, now I feel special. ^____^ I just wish I had done something for you for your birthday, but I don't think we were even talking then... and we had this conversation before, didn't we? Twice, I want to say. *smirks*

MUST NOT HAVE: the word 'bemused' and Greg/Brad --- *bursts out laughing* Bemused...

Date: 2006-02-06 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trustingno1.livejournal.com
First, must reiterate that you got them PERFECT. I just love that this is your birthday present, and you've wound up having to sit here and reassure some neurotic on the other side of the world that her writing isn't quite as crappy as she insists it is. *smirks* Fun.

never write either of those pairings for anyone else ... ETA: of course, I can't think of anyone else who would ever even want to read those pairings ;) But still. ^_^

but I don't think we were even talking then... Because I'm weird, I actually went to check when I even started posting here, and I didn't post my first fic until late October - which was more than a month after my birthday. *smiles* So yeah. Would've been just slightly impossible for you to do. :P But I appreciate the sentiment ;)

Oh, and - Then my plan is working - I was working on NMTS, trying to swap the rooms around, and I was like, "but leave Ry and Col together ... maybe Brad and Wayne? ... that leaves ... Drew and Jeff and Greg and Chip?!" *chokes* I was backspacing faster than I thought possible. *smirks* Wailing something like, 'nononononono...badbadbadbadBAD! BAD! BAD!!!' ;) *glares* It's all your fault, you know. Of course, it serves me right. I should've been working on that Valentine's fic anyway. -_-

Date: 2006-02-03 07:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] indybaggins.livejournal.com
Wow, well, it's going to be hard to comment on anything Clay hasn't said yet :) First of all, Greg does get around doesn't he? *laughs*

One of my favorite lines was "It had been quick and somehow bitter; he'd panted against the white sheets and pretended he wasn't trying to smell Colin."

But... yeah... You write such sweeping emotion and clarity and... yeah.

Date: 2006-02-03 02:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emilyfairy.livejournal.com
Wow... that was really intense! I think that's what I like most about your writing. :)

I love how none of the guys he's slept with know it's his birthday... And I especially love that Ryan never knows. But Colin does, and wishes him happy birthday all cheerfully.

Emily :)

Date: 2006-02-03 04:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kalimyre.livejournal.com
Oh oh oh Greg. How do you even do that? I mean, making me want to cuddle Colin is not difficult. He pretty much does that on his own, but making me want to pet and stroke and snuggle Greg? That takes skill. And he's so Greg in this, a strange amalgam of self-contained and vulnerable, needy and distant. I love how sweet and generous Colin is, how Ryan is half-angry and half-compassionate, how Jeff is so perfectly himself, mysterious and watchful. Fabulous, really.

*sigh* Oh, Greg. *hugs him*

Date: 2006-02-04 04:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/ocelot_/
It's me again!! *waves* I'm not a stalker! I swear! ;)

That was sooo good! You just have Greg down. One of my favorite things about your writing is that you characterize the guys perfectly.

And extra points for Greg/Clive.....mmmmmm.... ;)

Date: 2006-02-04 07:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/ocelot_/
I remember you saying you don't get Idol, so if you ever need some Saula, head over to the media section of Opposites Attract (http://www.opposites-attract.net/). They have short clips of Saula that you can download. :)

Date: 2006-02-06 02:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trustingno1.livejournal.com
Oh, I always forget about that site (until, like - uh, hypothetically - I miss them on Leno, and I sheepishly need to go hunt down a clip. -_-) I swear, there's nearly everything there. Between that site and thesimonandpaulashow, one could seriously injur themselves in some kind of ... Saula-induced brain short circuiting. *blinks*

I'm not weird.

Oh, and agian. Icon love! Heh. *stares dreamily* ;)

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