"Separation Anxiety" [Secret Summer Fic]
Here's my Secret Summer Fic. Hopefully Razzy has read it by now, and if not, OOPS!!
“Separation Anxiety”
Written by: Mizz Meow
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really. Just a slight AU warning. Neither Ryan or Colin was ever married, but Deb is Colin’s best friend.
Summary: Colin is back on the road with Brad, and Ryan hates it.
For:
razberrycreme. Secret Summer Challenge.
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about real people. I do not own them or even know them (damnit).
~*~
Colin tried to ignore the forlorn sigh to his right, as he zipped up his carry-on. He hated it when they parted like this. The tall form sitting on the bed, mumbled something unintelligible, and it was taking a toll on Colin’s patience.
“What?” He growled, trying hard not to sound annoyed, and failing.
“I said: ‘you spend more time with Brad than you do with me!’” Ryan snarled back.
Fire ignited in Colin’s dark eyes, and he whirled to look at his lover. “And whose fault is that? Huh? How many times have I asked you to join the tour? How many times have you told me ‘no’?” Ryan bit his bottom lip and looked away, making Colin’s stomach churn. He hated fighting with Ryan. It wasn’t something they did. It wasn’t in their nature to fight, but it seemed, lately that it was all they ever did, just before Colin took off on another run of shows. “I’m sorry, Ry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“I’m sorry too. I know I shouldn’t be jealous of Brad, but I am.” Colin sat down next to Ryan, picking up his big hand and threading their fingers together.
“What about me, huh? You think I like it, that you and Greg go on your little jaunts together?” Ryan chuckled and laid his cheek on Colin’s head.
“Col, I don’t tour *alone* with Greg. Besides, do you honestly think I’d still be alive, if Jeff ever caught me eyeing Greg the wrong way?” Colin’s cheery little giggle bubbled out, warming Ryan to his toes.
“Ryan?”
“Hmm?”
“Brad is my *friend*. I love him as a *friend*. I work with him as a *friend*. That’s it.” He felt Ryan’s lips press against his forehead in a kiss, and smiled. “I hate being away from you, Ry. But this tour means a lot to me. The fans are so great, and I still get that same rush I got the very first time I got up on stage. I love what I do. Can you understand that?”
Ryan pulled Colin into a tight embrace. Rocking them to and fro for a long quiet moment. “Of course I understand. You’ll do it till you drop dead probably. I just wish you didn’t have to do it so far away from me. That’s all.”
“I’m home during the week, you tall freaking goof. It’s not my fault you won’t sell that house in LA and just stay here.”
“Hey! I put a lot of time and money into that bloody house!”
“You could sell the ‘bloody house’ and get some money back, you know. I sold mine to move here. To be with you.” It was Ryan’s turn to feel guilty now. Colin had given up a lot in Toronto to move to Bellingham. A house he had renovated for almost two years, a chance at a regular series on the CBC, not to mention several close friendships, including being separated from Deb. Ryan knew Colin missed Deb something awful. They had been instant best friends since the day she had hired him to the Second City touring company. The only things Colin had brought with him from his life in Toronto, were his wardrobe and his dogs, Fanny and Frisker.
And here was Ryan pitching a fit, because Colin was off to tour with Brad. He was being selfish and he knew it. And Colin was right, there was no reason to keep that house in LA, it’s not as if they ever lived in it anymore. “I’ll call a realtor this week, get the wheels in motion.” Colin sat up in surprise, his mouth open, dark eyes wide.
“I didn’t mean…”
“Hush now. You’re right. I don’t need to keep that damn house, when I’ve got a home here. With you.”
“But, what about when you’re working in LA? Where will you stay?”
“I’ll lease a condo. It’ll be big enough for us and all four dogs to stay there, if I can convince you to come to LA from time to time.” Colin sunk back into Ryan’s embrace, relaxing a bit.
“Do you mean it?” Ryan crooked a finger under Colin’s chin, forcing the other man to look up into his eyes. He smiled at his lover, before capturing his mouth in the sweetest most loving kiss he had in him. Colin moaned a little and sighed deeply into the kiss, his question answered without even a word uttered. They broke apart after a few moments, their lips lingering against one another as they caught their breath. Colin sighed again, and laid his head on Ryan’s shoulder. “Well, if your willing to sell the house, I’m willing to go to LA during the week to stay with you. Does that sound like a fair trade?”
“More than fair, Col. I just want to be where you are. If I wasn’t such a wuss about flying I’d be sitting next to you on that damn plane.”
“You know that doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care if you never get on another plane again for the rest of your life. Although….”
That piqued Ryan’s curiosity. “Although? Although what?”
“If you *did* get on a plane again, we could take the opportunity to join the Mile High Club.” Ryan laughed out loud kissing the top of Colin’s head again.
“I hadn’t ever thought of having sex in the sky, before.”
“Probably because you were so preoccupied with falling out of it,” Colin laughed tightening his arms around Ryan’s midsection.
“So true! So very true!” They stayed embraced, laughing at their own ridiculousness, for a few moments. “Oh, Col, I love you so much.”
“I love you too. Let’s try not to ever fight again, Ryan. I hate it when we fight.”
“I hate it too. It’s not us. And it totally screws up our timing.”
“And you know the worst part? I don’t even leave till tomorrow morning!”
“Oh god! You mean we have to go through this whole routine again tomorrow?” Ryan flopped back onto the bed, pulling Colin with him. “We are *not* having this argument again, ever.”
Ryan felt Colin’s hand slide up his chest, the tips of his fingers tracing a small pattern on the cotton of his tee shirt. He could feel the goose flesh rising on his arms, and his nipples tightened. “You know what we could do, instead? We could have some *great* make-up sex tonight.”
“But you have an early flight tomorrow.”
“So? I’ll sleep on the plane. I’ll just let the flight attendant know not to let Brad eat his crayons.” Ryan scowled, and chewed on his cheek. “Come on, Ryan. It’s not like we’re going to shag all night long. At our age, we’re lucky to get it up once a night.”
“Speak for yourself! I can get it up more than once a night!”
“Remember who you’re lying to here.”
“You. Are. Such. A. Smartass.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Ryan rolled on top of Colin, and latched onto his neck, sucking fiercely. “Ryan! You’re gonna give me a hickey!”
“And that’s a bad thing? I’m just making sure that everyone knows you’re mine. And I intend to prove to you that I *can* get it up more than once a night. And so can you.”
“Let’s save the virility test for when I get back, hmm?” Ryan gave him a smirk, as he pulled his shirt off, and tossed it on the floor.
“Spoil sport.” Colin helped Ryan out of his pants and underwear, and then Ryan helped Colin out of his clothes as well. “But I’m still giving you a hickey.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The End
“Separation Anxiety”
Written by: Mizz Meow
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really. Just a slight AU warning. Neither Ryan or Colin was ever married, but Deb is Colin’s best friend.
Summary: Colin is back on the road with Brad, and Ryan hates it.
For:
razberrycreme. Secret Summer Challenge.
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about real people. I do not own them or even know them (damnit).
~*~
Colin tried to ignore the forlorn sigh to his right, as he zipped up his carry-on. He hated it when they parted like this. The tall form sitting on the bed, mumbled something unintelligible, and it was taking a toll on Colin’s patience.
“What?” He growled, trying hard not to sound annoyed, and failing.
“I said: ‘you spend more time with Brad than you do with me!’” Ryan snarled back.
Fire ignited in Colin’s dark eyes, and he whirled to look at his lover. “And whose fault is that? Huh? How many times have I asked you to join the tour? How many times have you told me ‘no’?” Ryan bit his bottom lip and looked away, making Colin’s stomach churn. He hated fighting with Ryan. It wasn’t something they did. It wasn’t in their nature to fight, but it seemed, lately that it was all they ever did, just before Colin took off on another run of shows. “I’m sorry, Ry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“I’m sorry too. I know I shouldn’t be jealous of Brad, but I am.” Colin sat down next to Ryan, picking up his big hand and threading their fingers together.
“What about me, huh? You think I like it, that you and Greg go on your little jaunts together?” Ryan chuckled and laid his cheek on Colin’s head.
“Col, I don’t tour *alone* with Greg. Besides, do you honestly think I’d still be alive, if Jeff ever caught me eyeing Greg the wrong way?” Colin’s cheery little giggle bubbled out, warming Ryan to his toes.
“Ryan?”
“Hmm?”
“Brad is my *friend*. I love him as a *friend*. I work with him as a *friend*. That’s it.” He felt Ryan’s lips press against his forehead in a kiss, and smiled. “I hate being away from you, Ry. But this tour means a lot to me. The fans are so great, and I still get that same rush I got the very first time I got up on stage. I love what I do. Can you understand that?”
Ryan pulled Colin into a tight embrace. Rocking them to and fro for a long quiet moment. “Of course I understand. You’ll do it till you drop dead probably. I just wish you didn’t have to do it so far away from me. That’s all.”
“I’m home during the week, you tall freaking goof. It’s not my fault you won’t sell that house in LA and just stay here.”
“Hey! I put a lot of time and money into that bloody house!”
“You could sell the ‘bloody house’ and get some money back, you know. I sold mine to move here. To be with you.” It was Ryan’s turn to feel guilty now. Colin had given up a lot in Toronto to move to Bellingham. A house he had renovated for almost two years, a chance at a regular series on the CBC, not to mention several close friendships, including being separated from Deb. Ryan knew Colin missed Deb something awful. They had been instant best friends since the day she had hired him to the Second City touring company. The only things Colin had brought with him from his life in Toronto, were his wardrobe and his dogs, Fanny and Frisker.
And here was Ryan pitching a fit, because Colin was off to tour with Brad. He was being selfish and he knew it. And Colin was right, there was no reason to keep that house in LA, it’s not as if they ever lived in it anymore. “I’ll call a realtor this week, get the wheels in motion.” Colin sat up in surprise, his mouth open, dark eyes wide.
“I didn’t mean…”
“Hush now. You’re right. I don’t need to keep that damn house, when I’ve got a home here. With you.”
“But, what about when you’re working in LA? Where will you stay?”
“I’ll lease a condo. It’ll be big enough for us and all four dogs to stay there, if I can convince you to come to LA from time to time.” Colin sunk back into Ryan’s embrace, relaxing a bit.
“Do you mean it?” Ryan crooked a finger under Colin’s chin, forcing the other man to look up into his eyes. He smiled at his lover, before capturing his mouth in the sweetest most loving kiss he had in him. Colin moaned a little and sighed deeply into the kiss, his question answered without even a word uttered. They broke apart after a few moments, their lips lingering against one another as they caught their breath. Colin sighed again, and laid his head on Ryan’s shoulder. “Well, if your willing to sell the house, I’m willing to go to LA during the week to stay with you. Does that sound like a fair trade?”
“More than fair, Col. I just want to be where you are. If I wasn’t such a wuss about flying I’d be sitting next to you on that damn plane.”
“You know that doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care if you never get on another plane again for the rest of your life. Although….”
That piqued Ryan’s curiosity. “Although? Although what?”
“If you *did* get on a plane again, we could take the opportunity to join the Mile High Club.” Ryan laughed out loud kissing the top of Colin’s head again.
“I hadn’t ever thought of having sex in the sky, before.”
“Probably because you were so preoccupied with falling out of it,” Colin laughed tightening his arms around Ryan’s midsection.
“So true! So very true!” They stayed embraced, laughing at their own ridiculousness, for a few moments. “Oh, Col, I love you so much.”
“I love you too. Let’s try not to ever fight again, Ryan. I hate it when we fight.”
“I hate it too. It’s not us. And it totally screws up our timing.”
“And you know the worst part? I don’t even leave till tomorrow morning!”
“Oh god! You mean we have to go through this whole routine again tomorrow?” Ryan flopped back onto the bed, pulling Colin with him. “We are *not* having this argument again, ever.”
Ryan felt Colin’s hand slide up his chest, the tips of his fingers tracing a small pattern on the cotton of his tee shirt. He could feel the goose flesh rising on his arms, and his nipples tightened. “You know what we could do, instead? We could have some *great* make-up sex tonight.”
“But you have an early flight tomorrow.”
“So? I’ll sleep on the plane. I’ll just let the flight attendant know not to let Brad eat his crayons.” Ryan scowled, and chewed on his cheek. “Come on, Ryan. It’s not like we’re going to shag all night long. At our age, we’re lucky to get it up once a night.”
“Speak for yourself! I can get it up more than once a night!”
“Remember who you’re lying to here.”
“You. Are. Such. A. Smartass.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Ryan rolled on top of Colin, and latched onto his neck, sucking fiercely. “Ryan! You’re gonna give me a hickey!”
“And that’s a bad thing? I’m just making sure that everyone knows you’re mine. And I intend to prove to you that I *can* get it up more than once a night. And so can you.”
“Let’s save the virility test for when I get back, hmm?” Ryan gave him a smirk, as he pulled his shirt off, and tossed it on the floor.
“Spoil sport.” Colin helped Ryan out of his pants and underwear, and then Ryan helped Colin out of his clothes as well. “But I’m still giving you a hickey.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The End