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I finished another one of my plot bunnies! Thought of it while watching their kissing scene through a serious thunderstorm passing through, and I had to write it down!
Title: I've Got You
Author: Nanadiva
Pairing: Tony/Richard of course!
Rating: PG
Synopsis: A wicked storm passes though England, and Richard is Tony's knight in shining armor.
Super-sappy! Towards the end I feel like it gets weird - CC/Feedback is very much do desired!
Disclaimer: These are real people. I do not own anything about them except this story.
It was a rather nasty day in England. Thick, heavy rain coupled with huge surges of lightning and loud crashes of thunder made even the locals run for home. One of those locals just got out of work with the Comedy Store Players, and hated himself for not bringing an umbrella, let alone walking to work.
Richard snagged the paper he had picked up earlier this morning, holding it above his head in a somewhat failed attempt to keep dry. He sighed heavily, preparing himself to step out in the rain. All of a sudden, his cell phone began to ring in an all-too-familiar tone. Stepping back under the awning, he pulled it out of his pocket, knowing exactly who it was.
“Richard? Is that you?” The voice on the other end of the receiver sounded very meek and shaky. Richard suddenly felt a wave of worry go through his body. Tony is usually a strong person, always very chipper and bouncy on Whose Line. But he sounded very broken over the phone, and it shocked him greatly.
“Tony? What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Richard spat out, his heart beating loudly in his head. He was genuinely scared for Tony; he never sounded weak or hurt, even when he really was.
“I…” there was a long pause on the phone as a rather loud crackle of lightning met with the ground-shaking boom of thunder. Richard could just make out a whimper in the background - was he crying?
“Tony, where are you?” he asked, trying to remain calm. He was still worried about Tony, and was willing to do anything he could to make his friend feel better.
“Home. Richard, I’m scared!” He managed to squeak out quickly as another loud crash of thunder was heard from the sky. Richard sighed slightly in relief - thank god he was ok! But now was the matter of getting to Tony’s house, which was farther away than his own home, and it was still pouring rain.
“Tony, listen to me. I need to get home to get my car, ok? I’ll be at your house as soon as I can. I promise.” The only response he got was a soft whimper in the background. “Do you want me to stay on the line with you?” he asked, hoping to get more of a response this time.
“Please!” Tony cried out over the receiver, another vigorous boom escaping the clouds. He could hear him sobbing slightly, and that was enough incentive to get moving. Richard ran out from under the awning, dropping the paper he had with him. He kept the phone glued to his ear, saying soothing things to his friend; “Everything will be alright,” “Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon,” “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” and other simple words of comfort. He didn’t really get much of a response from Tony, his crying getting louder as the storm raged on.
Richard finally made it home, digging in his pocket for his car keys. Finally, he was able to get in the door and into the dry car. He sat down with a rather loud squish sound, breathing heavily, thankful to be out of the rain.
“Ok Tony. I’m in my car. I’m gonna have to have up so I can drive, though. Will you be ok for five minutes?” he asked nervously. The whole run home didn’t make Richard feel any better, knowing his friend was in dire need of someone. He heard Tony sniffle a little over the phone, and thought he was going to speak, when another chest-rattling boom reverberated through Richard’s car. He heard Tony whimper loudly, his cries becoming more evident.
“No! Please don’t go! Please!” Tony begged, his sobs increasing in volume. Richard felt his stomach clench - Tony was never this dependant on anyone before. Why’d it have to be him all of a sudden? Why didn’t Tony call someone else, like Clive or something?
He instantly regretted thinking that. Another crash-boom-bang from the sky above sent Tony into another crying fit, and Richard felt another pang in his stomach. Without anther word, he started his car and backed out into the watery street.
The drive to Tony’s was rather quiet; every now and then a whimper could be heard from the other end of the line. The storm wasn’t getting any better, and neither was Tony. Richard’s foot was firm on the gas pedal, going several kilometers over the speed limit. But he didn’t care; he had to get to Tony, no matter what.
After what felt like forever, Richard finally made it to Tony’s flat. He jumped out of his car back into the rain, rushing up the stairs to his doorway. When he got to the top of the stairs, he was greeted with glossy chocolate brown eyes. They were red and slightly puffy, dried tear streaks on either side of Tony’s face. Richard put his phone back in his pocket, wrapping Tony in his arms. He felt Tony break down, his whole body convulsing in an almost violent manner.
Richard heard another crack of lightning, and as another loud boom echoed in the clouds, he heard Tony try and choke back a sob. Richard held him close, managing to walk the two of them back into Tony’s flat. He shut the door behind them, leaning on it as Tony pressed his face deeper into his chest. Richard wished there was more he could do, but the feeling of cold, wet clothing was hindering his focus.
“Do you happen to have any spare trousers I could borrow?” he asked softly, maintaining a calm demeanor to help Tony attempt to keep still. Tony looked up, nodding his head slightly. He directed Richard to his room and in his closet, where there was a multitude of trouser-options. Taking the first pain he saw, Richard pardoned himself and stepped into the bathroom, taking off his damp clothes and hanging them over the edge of Tony’s bathtub. He quickly slipped on the borrowed trousers, stepping back out to find Tony curled up on his bed, squeezing the life out of a pillow.
Richard came up behind Tony, placing a hand on his warm shoulder, which caused Tony to jump up from his curled position, another choked sob coming with it. Scooping him up, Richard sat on the edge of the bed, cradling Tony in his arms. He ran lithe fingers through thick, black hair, his other hand rubbing the small on Tony’s back in attempts to comfort him.
The storm raged outside, every once in a while a rather large crash of thunder would procure a small sobbing fit from Tony. But Richard held him close, holding him tightly to his chest. And for some reason, it felt right. Tony’s head fit perfectly against his smooth chest, his thick black hair soft as Richard intertwined his fingers in it.
One crash in particular sent Tony into a sensory fit. He was crying loudly, unable to keep the shaking under control anymore. Richard had no idea that Tony got so worked up over a mere thunderstorm. It was scary, seeing the usually confident, chipper Tony Slattery crying hysterically, curled up in a ball, shaking violently.
Richard suddenly kissed Tony’s forehead, not bothering to think twice about it. He rubbed the back of his companion’s head with his fingers, his lips pressed to Tony’s brow. He felt the shaking lessen slightly, the sobs quieting down a little. He broke the kiss, placing his chin on top of Tony.
“It’s ok. I’ve got you. And I’m never gonna let you go.” Those 3 little phrases seemed to work wonders on Tony, the shaking down to a slight quiver. Richard held Tony closer, never feeling close enough. He could feel Tony breathing, hot air escaping his lips and into Richard’s bare chest. He loved the feeling, cuddling him closer to his torso.
After a few minutes, Tony was still, his breathing steady. Richard glanced down, noting that he had fallen asleep. He yawned himself, not noticing that he had grown weary himself. Still cuddling Tony, Richard flopped over on his side, wrapping his arms around his warm companion. Richard kissed Tony’s forehead again before drifting off to sleep.
“I love you.” Tony managed to whisper out, not having completely fallen asleep. He didn’t care of Richard knew; he heard him subconsciously. Tony’s eyelids felt heavy, and he fell back into Richard’s chest, holding him tightly, silently thanking him for being there when he needed someone the most. Before falling back to sleep, he heard Richard mumble the words he’d been craving to hear for years.
“I love you too, Tony.”
Title: I've Got You
Author: Nanadiva
Pairing: Tony/Richard of course!
Rating: PG
Synopsis: A wicked storm passes though England, and Richard is Tony's knight in shining armor.
Super-sappy! Towards the end I feel like it gets weird - CC/Feedback is very much do desired!
Disclaimer: These are real people. I do not own anything about them except this story.
It was a rather nasty day in England. Thick, heavy rain coupled with huge surges of lightning and loud crashes of thunder made even the locals run for home. One of those locals just got out of work with the Comedy Store Players, and hated himself for not bringing an umbrella, let alone walking to work.
Richard snagged the paper he had picked up earlier this morning, holding it above his head in a somewhat failed attempt to keep dry. He sighed heavily, preparing himself to step out in the rain. All of a sudden, his cell phone began to ring in an all-too-familiar tone. Stepping back under the awning, he pulled it out of his pocket, knowing exactly who it was.
“Richard? Is that you?” The voice on the other end of the receiver sounded very meek and shaky. Richard suddenly felt a wave of worry go through his body. Tony is usually a strong person, always very chipper and bouncy on Whose Line. But he sounded very broken over the phone, and it shocked him greatly.
“Tony? What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Richard spat out, his heart beating loudly in his head. He was genuinely scared for Tony; he never sounded weak or hurt, even when he really was.
“I…” there was a long pause on the phone as a rather loud crackle of lightning met with the ground-shaking boom of thunder. Richard could just make out a whimper in the background - was he crying?
“Tony, where are you?” he asked, trying to remain calm. He was still worried about Tony, and was willing to do anything he could to make his friend feel better.
“Home. Richard, I’m scared!” He managed to squeak out quickly as another loud crash of thunder was heard from the sky. Richard sighed slightly in relief - thank god he was ok! But now was the matter of getting to Tony’s house, which was farther away than his own home, and it was still pouring rain.
“Tony, listen to me. I need to get home to get my car, ok? I’ll be at your house as soon as I can. I promise.” The only response he got was a soft whimper in the background. “Do you want me to stay on the line with you?” he asked, hoping to get more of a response this time.
“Please!” Tony cried out over the receiver, another vigorous boom escaping the clouds. He could hear him sobbing slightly, and that was enough incentive to get moving. Richard ran out from under the awning, dropping the paper he had with him. He kept the phone glued to his ear, saying soothing things to his friend; “Everything will be alright,” “Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon,” “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” and other simple words of comfort. He didn’t really get much of a response from Tony, his crying getting louder as the storm raged on.
Richard finally made it home, digging in his pocket for his car keys. Finally, he was able to get in the door and into the dry car. He sat down with a rather loud squish sound, breathing heavily, thankful to be out of the rain.
“Ok Tony. I’m in my car. I’m gonna have to have up so I can drive, though. Will you be ok for five minutes?” he asked nervously. The whole run home didn’t make Richard feel any better, knowing his friend was in dire need of someone. He heard Tony sniffle a little over the phone, and thought he was going to speak, when another chest-rattling boom reverberated through Richard’s car. He heard Tony whimper loudly, his cries becoming more evident.
“No! Please don’t go! Please!” Tony begged, his sobs increasing in volume. Richard felt his stomach clench - Tony was never this dependant on anyone before. Why’d it have to be him all of a sudden? Why didn’t Tony call someone else, like Clive or something?
He instantly regretted thinking that. Another crash-boom-bang from the sky above sent Tony into another crying fit, and Richard felt another pang in his stomach. Without anther word, he started his car and backed out into the watery street.
The drive to Tony’s was rather quiet; every now and then a whimper could be heard from the other end of the line. The storm wasn’t getting any better, and neither was Tony. Richard’s foot was firm on the gas pedal, going several kilometers over the speed limit. But he didn’t care; he had to get to Tony, no matter what.
After what felt like forever, Richard finally made it to Tony’s flat. He jumped out of his car back into the rain, rushing up the stairs to his doorway. When he got to the top of the stairs, he was greeted with glossy chocolate brown eyes. They were red and slightly puffy, dried tear streaks on either side of Tony’s face. Richard put his phone back in his pocket, wrapping Tony in his arms. He felt Tony break down, his whole body convulsing in an almost violent manner.
Richard heard another crack of lightning, and as another loud boom echoed in the clouds, he heard Tony try and choke back a sob. Richard held him close, managing to walk the two of them back into Tony’s flat. He shut the door behind them, leaning on it as Tony pressed his face deeper into his chest. Richard wished there was more he could do, but the feeling of cold, wet clothing was hindering his focus.
“Do you happen to have any spare trousers I could borrow?” he asked softly, maintaining a calm demeanor to help Tony attempt to keep still. Tony looked up, nodding his head slightly. He directed Richard to his room and in his closet, where there was a multitude of trouser-options. Taking the first pain he saw, Richard pardoned himself and stepped into the bathroom, taking off his damp clothes and hanging them over the edge of Tony’s bathtub. He quickly slipped on the borrowed trousers, stepping back out to find Tony curled up on his bed, squeezing the life out of a pillow.
Richard came up behind Tony, placing a hand on his warm shoulder, which caused Tony to jump up from his curled position, another choked sob coming with it. Scooping him up, Richard sat on the edge of the bed, cradling Tony in his arms. He ran lithe fingers through thick, black hair, his other hand rubbing the small on Tony’s back in attempts to comfort him.
The storm raged outside, every once in a while a rather large crash of thunder would procure a small sobbing fit from Tony. But Richard held him close, holding him tightly to his chest. And for some reason, it felt right. Tony’s head fit perfectly against his smooth chest, his thick black hair soft as Richard intertwined his fingers in it.
One crash in particular sent Tony into a sensory fit. He was crying loudly, unable to keep the shaking under control anymore. Richard had no idea that Tony got so worked up over a mere thunderstorm. It was scary, seeing the usually confident, chipper Tony Slattery crying hysterically, curled up in a ball, shaking violently.
Richard suddenly kissed Tony’s forehead, not bothering to think twice about it. He rubbed the back of his companion’s head with his fingers, his lips pressed to Tony’s brow. He felt the shaking lessen slightly, the sobs quieting down a little. He broke the kiss, placing his chin on top of Tony.
“It’s ok. I’ve got you. And I’m never gonna let you go.” Those 3 little phrases seemed to work wonders on Tony, the shaking down to a slight quiver. Richard held Tony closer, never feeling close enough. He could feel Tony breathing, hot air escaping his lips and into Richard’s bare chest. He loved the feeling, cuddling him closer to his torso.
After a few minutes, Tony was still, his breathing steady. Richard glanced down, noting that he had fallen asleep. He yawned himself, not noticing that he had grown weary himself. Still cuddling Tony, Richard flopped over on his side, wrapping his arms around his warm companion. Richard kissed Tony’s forehead again before drifting off to sleep.
“I love you.” Tony managed to whisper out, not having completely fallen asleep. He didn’t care of Richard knew; he heard him subconsciously. Tony’s eyelids felt heavy, and he fell back into Richard’s chest, holding him tightly, silently thanking him for being there when he needed someone the most. Before falling back to sleep, he heard Richard mumble the words he’d been craving to hear for years.
“I love you too, Tony.”