FIC: Dirty Little Secret (Part 13)
Previous Chapters (seeing as it's been so long since the last update: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12
Title: Dirty Little Secret (Part 13)
Rating: R
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Author's Notes: Because Indy is persistent. So, you know. Blame her *coughs delicately* Also - it's random. I make no apologies for that. ^_^
Summary: He'd laughed a little, before settling more fully against Colin, his cheek pressed to the shoulder seam of his best friend's new blue shirt.
Part Thirteen: Just to waste my time with you
He'd known Colin was in love with him when he'd slipped his thumb just inside the collar of the shorter man's shirt, as they'd stood on stage, waiting, before a round of 'Three Headed Broadway Star'.
Colin had stared out at the audience, a tiny, practiced smile in place, his eyes almost blank, and Ryan had stroked his collarbone gently, not even trying to pretend he wasn't studying him curiously.
Colin's voice had cracked on the last note, and Ryan and Wayne had laughed, helplessly, and Colin had just smiled slightly. They'd been torn between bowing and hugging; they'd all leant into each other, their heads bumping softly, and Colin had pressed his forehead to Ryan's temple, and he'd squeezed the older man a little tighter.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when he'd closed his friend's mouth on stage.
Colin's jaw had dropped at something - a bald crack, most likely - and Ryan had snickered.
Lazily, he'd leant over; he'd tapped the underside of Colin's chin with the backs of his first two fingers, and Colin's mouth had snapped shut.
He'd pursed his lips, before coughing, politely, behind his fist, and Ryan had, wordlessly, turned back to the game.
On their way back to their seats, he'd patted the small of Colin's back, and Colin had - automatically - wrapped an arm around his waist and squeezed, briefly. He'd hugged Colin a little closer to him, and he'd watched, amused, as Colin's ears had flushed slightly.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when they'd 'won'; they'd shaken hands - he'd been smirking, no doubt - and Colin had stared at their hands for a moment.
He'd just stared at Colin's face.
He'd known Colin was in love with him the first time he'd rested a heavy hand on the shorter man's thigh.
They'd been driving - he'd sighed, "I'm too tired. You wanna?" as he'd held out his keys, and Colin had wordlessly accepted them - and he'd been staring out the windscreen. He'd rolled his head to the side to watch Colin drive, and he'd known Colin had known he was watching him, but his friend hadn't taken his eyes off the road.
Colin's hand had hovered over the gear stick, for a moment, and - he's not entirely sure why; he'd like to put it down to being overtired - Ryan had reached out and rested his hand on Colin's leg. Colin had risked a quick glance down at his hand, and he'd tightened his grip, momentarily. He'd slowly massaged his leg, before squeezing again, and Colin had pressed his lips together - and he'd known, even then, that his friend had been trying not to smile - and he'd actually chuckled out loud.
Colin had risked a glance over at him, then, and he'd still been smiling a little, and Colin's gaze had lingered for a long moment.
So Ryan had squeezed his leg again.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when he'd leant on him, both of them pretending to watch whatever movie had been on.
He'd groaned and slumped to the side; Colin had been gripping the arm rest a little too tightly, and he'd rested his head on the Canadian's shoulder.
Colin had stared at the screen; Ryan's hand had crept along the couch cushions - not even close to stealthily - and landed on Colin's knee.
His other arm had wormed between Colin's shirt and the back of the sofa - more to brace himself than to actually get closer to his friend; he'd grunted, quietly, against Colin, and the shorter man had shot him a swift, mildly concerned look.
He'd laughed a little, before settling more fully against Colin, his cheek pressed to the shoulder seam of his best friend's new blue shirt.
After nearly a full minute, Colin had turned his head again and kissed Ryan's hair, softly - almost matter-of-factly - and neither of them had even acknowledged it.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when his friend had, a little woodenly, told him that Luke was in the audience. Automatically, he'd glanced out at the crowd, trying to seek out his friend's son - and Colin had just shaken his head to himself. He'd been particularly careful; he'd kept his distance from Colin, and Colin had tried to avoid his eyes.
It had been during a game he'd sat out on that he first saw Luke.
Wayne had been singing to someone on a stool; he'd glanced over at Drew, amused - and just behind the host's head, he'd spied Colin's son. He'd frozen, and had counted on him being too far away to notice that Ryan was staring at him, and Colin had eventually followed his gaze.
He'd grimaced, to himself, and Ryan had finally taken a long drink of water. He'd looked over at Col, a little blankly, and Colin had just crossed his legs.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when he'd reached out, backstage - again - to clutch at the Canadian's waist.
He'd been sitting next to Wayne; Greg had been drinking water (he'd sworn) out of a styrofoam cup and Colin had opened the door, silently, taking in the scene.
He'd carefully perched on the edge of the sofa arm, his hands folded - a little awkwardly - in his lap, and Ryan had glanced up at him.
Colin had given him a tiny smile, and Ryan had slowly wrapped his arms around his friend's waist, snaking his hands under Colin's forearms, and Colin had smiled again, in genuine surprise.
He'd grabbed his own right wrist and leant in, resting his head against Colin's bicep, and Colin had reached over to gently pat his hair. He'd smiled against Colin's arm, and Colin's hand had dropped - only a little awkwardly - to rub Ryan's elbow.
He'd known Colin was in love with him the time his friend had reached out, gently, to touch the small of his back. "You OK?" he'd asked, his brow creasing in genuine concern, and Ryan had gritted his teeth. "Yeah, just need a minute," he'd replied, shortly, and Colin had nodded. "OK."
He'd shot a quick glance over at him. "You don't have to-" 'stay' they'd both finished silently, and Colin had tilted his head a little. "Mmnn," he'd hummed, vaguely, and Ryan had sighed, lightly, trying to pretend that his back didn't feel like someone was trying to rip it out of his fucking body.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when the Canadian hadn't offered to rub it for him.
Not many people knew him that well.
Title: Dirty Little Secret (Part 13)
Rating: R
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Author's Notes: Because Indy is persistent. So, you know. Blame her *coughs delicately* Also - it's random. I make no apologies for that. ^_^
Summary: He'd laughed a little, before settling more fully against Colin, his cheek pressed to the shoulder seam of his best friend's new blue shirt.
Part Thirteen: Just to waste my time with you
He'd known Colin was in love with him when he'd slipped his thumb just inside the collar of the shorter man's shirt, as they'd stood on stage, waiting, before a round of 'Three Headed Broadway Star'.
Colin had stared out at the audience, a tiny, practiced smile in place, his eyes almost blank, and Ryan had stroked his collarbone gently, not even trying to pretend he wasn't studying him curiously.
Colin's voice had cracked on the last note, and Ryan and Wayne had laughed, helplessly, and Colin had just smiled slightly. They'd been torn between bowing and hugging; they'd all leant into each other, their heads bumping softly, and Colin had pressed his forehead to Ryan's temple, and he'd squeezed the older man a little tighter.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when he'd closed his friend's mouth on stage.
Colin's jaw had dropped at something - a bald crack, most likely - and Ryan had snickered.
Lazily, he'd leant over; he'd tapped the underside of Colin's chin with the backs of his first two fingers, and Colin's mouth had snapped shut.
He'd pursed his lips, before coughing, politely, behind his fist, and Ryan had, wordlessly, turned back to the game.
On their way back to their seats, he'd patted the small of Colin's back, and Colin had - automatically - wrapped an arm around his waist and squeezed, briefly. He'd hugged Colin a little closer to him, and he'd watched, amused, as Colin's ears had flushed slightly.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when they'd 'won'; they'd shaken hands - he'd been smirking, no doubt - and Colin had stared at their hands for a moment.
He'd just stared at Colin's face.
He'd known Colin was in love with him the first time he'd rested a heavy hand on the shorter man's thigh.
They'd been driving - he'd sighed, "I'm too tired. You wanna?" as he'd held out his keys, and Colin had wordlessly accepted them - and he'd been staring out the windscreen. He'd rolled his head to the side to watch Colin drive, and he'd known Colin had known he was watching him, but his friend hadn't taken his eyes off the road.
Colin's hand had hovered over the gear stick, for a moment, and - he's not entirely sure why; he'd like to put it down to being overtired - Ryan had reached out and rested his hand on Colin's leg. Colin had risked a quick glance down at his hand, and he'd tightened his grip, momentarily. He'd slowly massaged his leg, before squeezing again, and Colin had pressed his lips together - and he'd known, even then, that his friend had been trying not to smile - and he'd actually chuckled out loud.
Colin had risked a glance over at him, then, and he'd still been smiling a little, and Colin's gaze had lingered for a long moment.
So Ryan had squeezed his leg again.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when he'd leant on him, both of them pretending to watch whatever movie had been on.
He'd groaned and slumped to the side; Colin had been gripping the arm rest a little too tightly, and he'd rested his head on the Canadian's shoulder.
Colin had stared at the screen; Ryan's hand had crept along the couch cushions - not even close to stealthily - and landed on Colin's knee.
His other arm had wormed between Colin's shirt and the back of the sofa - more to brace himself than to actually get closer to his friend; he'd grunted, quietly, against Colin, and the shorter man had shot him a swift, mildly concerned look.
He'd laughed a little, before settling more fully against Colin, his cheek pressed to the shoulder seam of his best friend's new blue shirt.
After nearly a full minute, Colin had turned his head again and kissed Ryan's hair, softly - almost matter-of-factly - and neither of them had even acknowledged it.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when his friend had, a little woodenly, told him that Luke was in the audience. Automatically, he'd glanced out at the crowd, trying to seek out his friend's son - and Colin had just shaken his head to himself. He'd been particularly careful; he'd kept his distance from Colin, and Colin had tried to avoid his eyes.
It had been during a game he'd sat out on that he first saw Luke.
Wayne had been singing to someone on a stool; he'd glanced over at Drew, amused - and just behind the host's head, he'd spied Colin's son. He'd frozen, and had counted on him being too far away to notice that Ryan was staring at him, and Colin had eventually followed his gaze.
He'd grimaced, to himself, and Ryan had finally taken a long drink of water. He'd looked over at Col, a little blankly, and Colin had just crossed his legs.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when he'd reached out, backstage - again - to clutch at the Canadian's waist.
He'd been sitting next to Wayne; Greg had been drinking water (he'd sworn) out of a styrofoam cup and Colin had opened the door, silently, taking in the scene.
He'd carefully perched on the edge of the sofa arm, his hands folded - a little awkwardly - in his lap, and Ryan had glanced up at him.
Colin had given him a tiny smile, and Ryan had slowly wrapped his arms around his friend's waist, snaking his hands under Colin's forearms, and Colin had smiled again, in genuine surprise.
He'd grabbed his own right wrist and leant in, resting his head against Colin's bicep, and Colin had reached over to gently pat his hair. He'd smiled against Colin's arm, and Colin's hand had dropped - only a little awkwardly - to rub Ryan's elbow.
He'd known Colin was in love with him the time his friend had reached out, gently, to touch the small of his back. "You OK?" he'd asked, his brow creasing in genuine concern, and Ryan had gritted his teeth. "Yeah, just need a minute," he'd replied, shortly, and Colin had nodded. "OK."
He'd shot a quick glance over at him. "You don't have to-" 'stay' they'd both finished silently, and Colin had tilted his head a little. "Mmnn," he'd hummed, vaguely, and Ryan had sighed, lightly, trying to pretend that his back didn't feel like someone was trying to rip it out of his fucking body.
He'd known Colin was in love with him when the Canadian hadn't offered to rub it for him.
Not many people knew him that well.