FIC: Today
Title: Today
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: OK, so: *physically* Greg/Wayne, *implied* Ryan/Colin (very slight, though), and *unrequited* Greg/Ryan and Wayne/Drew. Not that that didn't just tell you, like, the fic in a nutshell, but hey ...
Summary: "I know what you were trying to do today," he said, lazily, his voice a little muffled, and Greg didn't even pause in his ministrations.
Author's Notes: This is something that popped into my brain when I was out walking today. It's based on that ep (I don't know which one, though, off the top of my head) when Colin tells Greg, Ryan and Wayne in 'Hollywood Director' to act as though they love the feel of carpet, or something, and Greg's lying on his back, and gestures for Wayne to climb on top of him, and afterwards, all Drew can comment on is how Greg's leg was wrapped around Wayne or something.
Wayne clasped his hands together under the pillow; his elbows pointed almost towards the headboard. He'd pulled a white sheet casually up over his lower half, the thin material clinging to every curve of his body.
Greg reached out and grabbed his glasses from the bedside table, and silently turned back to face him. Wayne burrowed his head into the pillow, watching Greg through the eye that wasn't pressed into the starched, stiff pillowcase.
Gently, Greg reached out to touch Wayne's left elbow; his fingers lightly traced a random pattern on the slightly dry skin there.
Wayne's lips curved up into a sleepy smile.
Greg's fingers danced a little higher, skimming over the other man's bicep, and Wayne's smile grew. "I know what you were trying to do today," he said, lazily, his voice a little muffled, and Greg didn't even pause in his ministrations. He didn't reply, either, and Wayne waited, patiently.
Greg's touch reached Wayne's shoulder blade, and he thought about repeating himself, but Greg pressed a soft kiss to his elbow before replying, as casually as he could, "When?"
Wayne groaned - not in any real annoyance - and buried his mouth against the pillow for a moment. "Today," he repeated. "When we were playing 'Hollywood Director' or whatever."
"Hmm," Greg replied, thoughtfully. "I might need a bit more to go on," he added, as his mouth gently moved to Wayne's bicep.
Wayne sighed as Greg's lips slid across the skin of his arm. "When you - the carpet thing, Greg," he said, seriously, and Greg made a noise of mock-surprise. "Oh, that," he pretended to realize. Then - "What about that?"
Wayne sighed again, and tried to pull his arm away. "Greg, I'm serious." Greg pulled back a little, still propped up on his side. "OK," was all he said. "What did you think I was trying to do?"
Wayne snorted, softly. "I know you were trying to make Ryan jealous."
Greg blinked at him - but didn't deny it.
"OK," he replied, "But I didn't make you-"
"Climb on top of you?" Wayne supplied, with a slightly rueful smile. "No, Greg, I'm not saying I minded or anything ... I'm just saying I get it, is all."
Greg snorted, then. "Obviously," he drawled, and Wayne narrowed his eyes in slight confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked, guardedly. Greg rolled his eyes, and leant over Wayne, bracing his hand on the other side of the younger man's head.
Slowly, he bent his head, and pressed a soft kiss to Wayne's bare shoulder. Again, he didn't answer immediately - instead, he leant a little further over and kissed the base of his friend's neck. "I mean," he began, deliberately, "that I know what you were doing today," and before he could help it, Wayne blurted out, "When?"
Greg smirked. "When we were playing 'Hollywood Director'," he replied, pretending to sound puzzled. "Remember?"
Wayne sighed, loudly. "Don't worry," Greg soothed, at his fingers skated down Wayne's back. "You're probably just getting a bit senile. Nothing much to worry about."
"Oh, shut it," Wayne grumbled, with mock-annoyance, and a bark of surprised laughter burst out of Greg. "Well, what I was trying to say," he said, "was that I know you were trying to make Drew jealous, so you really can't talk."
Wayne froze, and Greg slipped a leg between his, effectively pinning the younger man to the bed. "Drew?" Wayne repeated, a little weakly, and Greg snorted. "I didn't deny it, so you can't either," he replied, cheerfully.
"I ..." Wayne trailed off.
"I don't know why you're so embarrassed," Greg continued, matter-of-factly. "I mean, at least Drew noticed."
Wayne didn't think Greg had meant to sound so bitter on the last word, so he let it go.
"He could've been too busy watching someone else to even care, but he wasn't," Greg continued, with forced cheerfulness, as he brushed his hand down the side of Wayne's ribcage.
"And he pointed it out in front of everyone. Honey," Greg affected a goofy voice for the last part, "you done good."
Wayne shook his head, slightly. "Drew doesn't want - can we ... just ... not?" he asked, doing his best to roll onto his back; his legs tangled with Greg's, and he tugged on the older man until he was almost completely covering him.
Greg nodded. "Sure," he replied, seriously. "But ... you know ... just so you know, I mean ... if - or when - he ever does decide that he wants-" Wayne wasn't sure how Greg was intending to finish that, and he wasn't counting on finding out.
"What I want," he interrupted, reaching down to wrap his hand around Greg, "is this," and he squeezed.
Greg choked on his laughter. "You ... you stallion, you," he teased, and Wayne smirked up at him. "Only for you, baby," he joked, his voice amusingly deep, and Greg had laughed again and leant down to kiss him.