Whose Line Is It Anyway?: Wedding Ring
Title: Wedding Ring
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Ryan and I have a common nervous habit. When either of us feel pressured or nervous we twist our wedding ring around our finger involuntarily. Neither of us realize we're doing it at the time-- that is until someone slaps our hands and tells us to stop. It's a very helpful quirk though since I can always tell when Ryan is upset.
That was my first clue when Ryan showed up at my trailer door after taping one evening. His hands were wringing together violently, but the movement seemed different than usual. It was smoother. Normally when you twist at your ring it resists but there was no jerking or force. Just a slow circling of his ring finger. I cocked my head at him in confusion but he only brushed past me to perch anxiously on the edge of my bed.
"Ry, what's wrong?" I shut the door and locked it for good measure before coming to sit beside my best friend.
"I don't think I can do this anymore Colin."
"The show?" I asked, purposely obtuse.
Ryan turned to glare at me and I dropped my act.
"Why aren't you wearing your wedding ring? Did something happen between you and Pat?"
"No, nothing happened." He took a deep breath. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like if we'd stayed together?"
My eyes widened to comical proportions and I felt my jaw open. He watched the emotions cross my face intently then settle on anger. He scooted over slightly and I realized that my expression probably bordered closer to fury than simple anger.
"Ryan, it was your idea to never speak of that again."
"Well Colin, I'm changing my mind. Have you ever thought of it?"
"Of course I've thought of it! But Jesus Christ Ryan that was years ago! You came to me and told me that you wanted a family and then you went off and found Pat. Hell, you even found me a wife! I spent years wondering if you changed your mind before I finally accepted that you were happier with her than you were with me-- and now you come in here without your ring to ask me if I still think about you like that! What the hell, Ryan?!"
"Do you?" Ryans voice was soft and I couldn't help but relax my agressive stance.
"Yes." I sighed, flopping back against the bed. "What brought this on?"
"We were taping today and--"
"The hoedown. It was the hoedown, wasn't it?"
"God, it was all true. I was so happy to get married and start a family... but you had already reminded me what I gave up to have it." Ryan threw himself down beside me and covered his face with his hands.
"You were never affected by all the times you kissed me, or touched me?"
"I was but this was different. I know that I hurt you all those years ago and I know that if I hadn't have chosen the way I did you would ahve become the equivelent of my wife."
"Why am I always the damn woman?" I muttered darkly.
"This coming from the man who topped me for two years."
"What do you want from me Ryan?"
Slowly he rolled over and grabbed my left hand and began twisting my ring off my finger. I thought clenching my fist to stop him, but I let him take my ring and sit it on the bedside table. I rubbed at the imprint on hand looked up at Ryan in question. He took another deep breath and I saw his resolve strengthen. Then he was atop me, crushing his lips to mine insistently.
The kiss was demanding and hungry and I couldn't help but relent under the onslaught. I rolled us over roughly, causing Ryan to arch against me and groan. Ryan frantically tore at the buttons on our shirts until he had us naked from the waist up and could finally rake his finger nails down my back. I tore my mouth away to gasp.
"I don't have lube or anything in here."
"I don't care, just fucking touch me Colin." Ryan begged, grinding his erection into my hip.
I chuckled softly at his impatience as I unbuckled his belt and popped the button on his slacks. The zipper slid open from the pressure of Ryans cock and I wasted no time in pulling them down. Ryan kicked until his pants fell to the floor then began working on my belt buckle. I flung the rest of my clothing to the floor and groaned when Ryan wrapped his long fingers around both our erections and stroked.
"Fuck..." He swore and his grip tightened.
There was no way this would last and I let my head rest in the crook of Ryans neck and thrusted in time with Ryans hand. Suddenly Ryan stiffened below and bit roughly at my neck as he spattered my stomach. His hand swept through the warm mess then wrapped around me and I lost it. I came with a muffled curse before collapsing bonelessly against Ryan.
"What does this mean?" I whispered, my voice still gravelly with desire.
"Just shut up and go to sleep." He growled--then snored loudly.
I reached up to turn off my bedside lamp but stopped to stare at my naked left hand. There was a faint line from where I'd worn my ring for so many years but other than that my hand looked completely normal. I flicked the lamp off and curled back up against Ryan. His left hand intertwined with mine and I figured that I could take my ring off whenever Ryan needed me to.
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Ryan and I have a common nervous habit. When either of us feel pressured or nervous we twist our wedding ring around our finger involuntarily. Neither of us realize we're doing it at the time-- that is until someone slaps our hands and tells us to stop. It's a very helpful quirk though since I can always tell when Ryan is upset.
That was my first clue when Ryan showed up at my trailer door after taping one evening. His hands were wringing together violently, but the movement seemed different than usual. It was smoother. Normally when you twist at your ring it resists but there was no jerking or force. Just a slow circling of his ring finger. I cocked my head at him in confusion but he only brushed past me to perch anxiously on the edge of my bed.
"Ry, what's wrong?" I shut the door and locked it for good measure before coming to sit beside my best friend.
"I don't think I can do this anymore Colin."
"The show?" I asked, purposely obtuse.
Ryan turned to glare at me and I dropped my act.
"Why aren't you wearing your wedding ring? Did something happen between you and Pat?"
"No, nothing happened." He took a deep breath. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like if we'd stayed together?"
My eyes widened to comical proportions and I felt my jaw open. He watched the emotions cross my face intently then settle on anger. He scooted over slightly and I realized that my expression probably bordered closer to fury than simple anger.
"Ryan, it was your idea to never speak of that again."
"Well Colin, I'm changing my mind. Have you ever thought of it?"
"Of course I've thought of it! But Jesus Christ Ryan that was years ago! You came to me and told me that you wanted a family and then you went off and found Pat. Hell, you even found me a wife! I spent years wondering if you changed your mind before I finally accepted that you were happier with her than you were with me-- and now you come in here without your ring to ask me if I still think about you like that! What the hell, Ryan?!"
"Do you?" Ryans voice was soft and I couldn't help but relax my agressive stance.
"Yes." I sighed, flopping back against the bed. "What brought this on?"
"We were taping today and--"
"The hoedown. It was the hoedown, wasn't it?"
"God, it was all true. I was so happy to get married and start a family... but you had already reminded me what I gave up to have it." Ryan threw himself down beside me and covered his face with his hands.
"You were never affected by all the times you kissed me, or touched me?"
"I was but this was different. I know that I hurt you all those years ago and I know that if I hadn't have chosen the way I did you would ahve become the equivelent of my wife."
"Why am I always the damn woman?" I muttered darkly.
"This coming from the man who topped me for two years."
"What do you want from me Ryan?"
Slowly he rolled over and grabbed my left hand and began twisting my ring off my finger. I thought clenching my fist to stop him, but I let him take my ring and sit it on the bedside table. I rubbed at the imprint on hand looked up at Ryan in question. He took another deep breath and I saw his resolve strengthen. Then he was atop me, crushing his lips to mine insistently.
The kiss was demanding and hungry and I couldn't help but relent under the onslaught. I rolled us over roughly, causing Ryan to arch against me and groan. Ryan frantically tore at the buttons on our shirts until he had us naked from the waist up and could finally rake his finger nails down my back. I tore my mouth away to gasp.
"I don't have lube or anything in here."
"I don't care, just fucking touch me Colin." Ryan begged, grinding his erection into my hip.
I chuckled softly at his impatience as I unbuckled his belt and popped the button on his slacks. The zipper slid open from the pressure of Ryans cock and I wasted no time in pulling them down. Ryan kicked until his pants fell to the floor then began working on my belt buckle. I flung the rest of my clothing to the floor and groaned when Ryan wrapped his long fingers around both our erections and stroked.
"Fuck..." He swore and his grip tightened.
There was no way this would last and I let my head rest in the crook of Ryans neck and thrusted in time with Ryans hand. Suddenly Ryan stiffened below and bit roughly at my neck as he spattered my stomach. His hand swept through the warm mess then wrapped around me and I lost it. I came with a muffled curse before collapsing bonelessly against Ryan.
"What does this mean?" I whispered, my voice still gravelly with desire.
"Just shut up and go to sleep." He growled--then snored loudly.
I reached up to turn off my bedside lamp but stopped to stare at my naked left hand. There was a faint line from where I'd worn my ring for so many years but other than that my hand looked completely normal. I flicked the lamp off and curled back up against Ryan. His left hand intertwined with mine and I figured that I could take my ring off whenever Ryan needed me to.