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scripted_sra) wrote2009-03-04 02:54 am
WLiiA? | Just A Kiss | R | Ryan/Colin
Title: Just A Kiss
Fandom: WLiiA?
Rating: R
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Summary: Everything starts with a kiss. Maybe it ends with one, too.
Word Count: 888
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Originally written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mijmeraar. Thank you for the beta, Kelly.
The first time they kiss, they’re drunk.
It’s sloppy and wet as the scent of whiskey meets and tangles with the scent of vodka. There’s fondling and groping, the alcohol briefly returning them to ninth grade—the awkward touching is reminiscent of two teenagers in the backseat of a car. They collapse on Ryan’s couch, still kissing, neither of them breaking apart to worry about the implications. Their inhibitions have long since packed up and went on vacation, while their minds are outside having a smoke.
There’s nothing pretty, nothing glamorous, nothing mind-blowing or spectacular about their first time—it’s a drunken mutual jerk off session in the middle of Ryan’s living room.
They wake up, four hours later—on the couch they eventually passed out on—to a too-bright sun shining through the window, a sticky mess, and a desperate need for Advil.
As they start to clean up and search for medicine to relieve their aching heads, neither says a word.
*
The second time they kiss, they’re on stage.
It’s chaste and hard, over and done with quickly. Laughs roar in the background, and they smirk at each other as they pull away. Their fellow improvisers try to hold in their laughs right next to them, all except for one; Greg looks at them speculatively, for a few seconds, before it passes and he shoots them a bright grin. They look at each other again, sharing a mental shrug in the split-second their glance lasts. Then they’re back to improvising, back to making the others laugh.
Nothing else happens this time, because it was all for laughs, but it lingers in the back of their minds as they head toward their dressing rooms after the taping.
They’re both headed home not even an hour later, and they nod and exchange goodbyes as they walk to the parking lot together, laughing and joking like the good friends they are.
As they get in their cars and drive away, they both glance into their mirrors, looking back.
*
The third time they kiss, their nerves are shot to hell.
Ryan’s new child is about to be due any minute, and he’s pacing the waiting room, like the typical antsy father. The nervousness rubs off on Colin, who eventually gets so sick of Ryan’s obvious anxiety that he pulls him into the restroom. It’s empty, and Colin presses him against the wall, kissing him firmly, soundly. For a second, Ryan freezes, but then he’s kissing back with all he has, pouring all his tension into the kiss.
They manage to find their way to a stall, pulling and pressing at each other as they are. It’s quick and their gasps are sharp as they come this time.
Not ten minutes later, they’re cleaned up and headed out of the restroom, heading back to the waiting room. Their shoulders don’t sag from useless tension, their countenances are far more relaxed.
As Ryan finds out that he has a new little daughter, he shoots Colin a thankful look.
*
The fourth time they kiss, they’re trying to piss someone off.
Some idiot is yelling at them as they walk to the hotel they’re staying at—Improv All Stars, yet again—spewing nonsense about how they’re such ‘fags’ because they kissed on Whose Line all the time, and Ryan is tired of his usually super-effective glare not working on the moron. He smiles sweetly at the man, grabs Colin’s shoulder and spins him toward him before kissing him deeply. The jackass mutters a few more epithets and curses at them before finally wandering away in disgust. They break apart and Ryan breathes a sigh of relief. Colin quirks a smile at Ryan and kisses him again, even with no idiot in sight.
Ryan doesn’t make it back to his hotel room that night, and it’s slow and sensual, so unlike their previous encounters. It’s warm and nice and satisfying, for once.
A full night’s rest later, they wake up and start to get ready for the next show, smiling at each other with no hint of awkwardness.
As they head out the door, they both mentally count this as their ‘first time.’
*
The last time they kiss, they’re about to go their own ways.
Colin is about to start his tour with Brad, and Ryan has projects lined up in L.A. before he heads back to Seattle. Their kiss is soft and clearly says goodbye, since they haven’t been able to with words. They won’t be seeing each other for months at the very least, possibly longer. It’s warm and caring, their last kiss, as though they somehow know that it is their last. There’s a tenderness that they haven’t experienced since their self-designated ‘first time’ and as they press their lips together, they cherish it.
They break apart eventually, and Colin grins at Ryan, who smiles back. They wave their goodbyes—still unable to say the two syllables—at each other as they go their separate ways.
Two hours later, Colin is sitting next to Brad on a plane, and Ryan is at a hotel room in Los Angeles, on the phone with his wife.
As the plane starts to take off and Ryan hangs up the phone, they both look out their windows and finally say it:
“Goodbye.”
Fandom: WLiiA?
Rating: R
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Summary: Everything starts with a kiss. Maybe it ends with one, too.
Word Count: 888
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Originally written for
mijmeraar. Thank you for the beta, Kelly.The first time they kiss, they’re drunk.
It’s sloppy and wet as the scent of whiskey meets and tangles with the scent of vodka. There’s fondling and groping, the alcohol briefly returning them to ninth grade—the awkward touching is reminiscent of two teenagers in the backseat of a car. They collapse on Ryan’s couch, still kissing, neither of them breaking apart to worry about the implications. Their inhibitions have long since packed up and went on vacation, while their minds are outside having a smoke.
There’s nothing pretty, nothing glamorous, nothing mind-blowing or spectacular about their first time—it’s a drunken mutual jerk off session in the middle of Ryan’s living room.
They wake up, four hours later—on the couch they eventually passed out on—to a too-bright sun shining through the window, a sticky mess, and a desperate need for Advil.
As they start to clean up and search for medicine to relieve their aching heads, neither says a word.
The second time they kiss, they’re on stage.
It’s chaste and hard, over and done with quickly. Laughs roar in the background, and they smirk at each other as they pull away. Their fellow improvisers try to hold in their laughs right next to them, all except for one; Greg looks at them speculatively, for a few seconds, before it passes and he shoots them a bright grin. They look at each other again, sharing a mental shrug in the split-second their glance lasts. Then they’re back to improvising, back to making the others laugh.
Nothing else happens this time, because it was all for laughs, but it lingers in the back of their minds as they head toward their dressing rooms after the taping.
They’re both headed home not even an hour later, and they nod and exchange goodbyes as they walk to the parking lot together, laughing and joking like the good friends they are.
As they get in their cars and drive away, they both glance into their mirrors, looking back.
The third time they kiss, their nerves are shot to hell.
Ryan’s new child is about to be due any minute, and he’s pacing the waiting room, like the typical antsy father. The nervousness rubs off on Colin, who eventually gets so sick of Ryan’s obvious anxiety that he pulls him into the restroom. It’s empty, and Colin presses him against the wall, kissing him firmly, soundly. For a second, Ryan freezes, but then he’s kissing back with all he has, pouring all his tension into the kiss.
They manage to find their way to a stall, pulling and pressing at each other as they are. It’s quick and their gasps are sharp as they come this time.
Not ten minutes later, they’re cleaned up and headed out of the restroom, heading back to the waiting room. Their shoulders don’t sag from useless tension, their countenances are far more relaxed.
As Ryan finds out that he has a new little daughter, he shoots Colin a thankful look.
The fourth time they kiss, they’re trying to piss someone off.
Some idiot is yelling at them as they walk to the hotel they’re staying at—Improv All Stars, yet again—spewing nonsense about how they’re such ‘fags’ because they kissed on Whose Line all the time, and Ryan is tired of his usually super-effective glare not working on the moron. He smiles sweetly at the man, grabs Colin’s shoulder and spins him toward him before kissing him deeply. The jackass mutters a few more epithets and curses at them before finally wandering away in disgust. They break apart and Ryan breathes a sigh of relief. Colin quirks a smile at Ryan and kisses him again, even with no idiot in sight.
Ryan doesn’t make it back to his hotel room that night, and it’s slow and sensual, so unlike their previous encounters. It’s warm and nice and satisfying, for once.
A full night’s rest later, they wake up and start to get ready for the next show, smiling at each other with no hint of awkwardness.
As they head out the door, they both mentally count this as their ‘first time.’
The last time they kiss, they’re about to go their own ways.
Colin is about to start his tour with Brad, and Ryan has projects lined up in L.A. before he heads back to Seattle. Their kiss is soft and clearly says goodbye, since they haven’t been able to with words. They won’t be seeing each other for months at the very least, possibly longer. It’s warm and caring, their last kiss, as though they somehow know that it is their last. There’s a tenderness that they haven’t experienced since their self-designated ‘first time’ and as they press their lips together, they cherish it.
They break apart eventually, and Colin grins at Ryan, who smiles back. They wave their goodbyes—still unable to say the two syllables—at each other as they go their separate ways.
Two hours later, Colin is sitting next to Brad on a plane, and Ryan is at a hotel room in Los Angeles, on the phone with his wife.
As the plane starts to take off and Ryan hangs up the phone, they both look out their windows and finally say it:
“Goodbye.”