Colin Mochrie folded his arms, leaning back in his chair and
throwing a "just you
wait" look at a smirking Ryan Stiles. His Whose Line
co-star had just gotten off
another zinger at his expense...yet another bald joke, and the
audience had roared
in appreciation.
Colin had decided long ago that life wasn't fair. The only
thing he could come
back with was something about Ryan's height, but it just wasn't
the same. It
wasn't like Ryan was getting any taller, but Colin had less and
less hair each
year -- the main thrust of Ryan's joke. So what if you
could tell which season a
re-run was from by how bald he was? And besides, he knew
that Ryan didn't
really mind the hair loss...especially when they were alone
together.
Colin smiled. He loved Ryan, and he knew Ryan loved him,
but that wouldn't
keep him from getting even with the man. He just had to
wait for a suitable
opportunity, bide his time until just the right moment...
...which came unexpectedly soon, when 'Helping Hands' was the
next game
to be announced.
Colin's mind immediately began ticking. Helping Hands was
always a good
opportunity to get even with Ryan. He'd used it to his
advantage many times
in the past. His typical mode of revenge generally involved
food, drink, or
something equally messy that Ryan would end up covered in by the
time the bit
was over.
What would it be this time? Ketchup? Sprayable
cheese? Whipped cream?
Whipped cream...
Now there was an idea.
Colin's smile became positively angelic as he moved to stand
behind the taller
man and passed his arms underneath Ryan's.
Tonight's Helping Hands premise was along the usual lines...Ryan
was a
short-order cook and Greg was his assistant, charged with
preparing a meal at
a greasy spoon café. There were plenty of things that
could be used for a little
revenge -- raw hamburger meat, onions, relish, mustard -- but he
knew Ryan
would be expecting that.
Colin had decided that there might be a better way to get even.
They started the scene the way they normally did, with Ryan's
hands clasped
behind his back and Colin behind him, his arms out in front of
them both. Colin
could tell that his friend was preparing himself for a
food-related assault -- every
time his hands dipped down towards the items on the table he
could feel Ryan
tense up, then relax as he moved them away.
Colin smiled slyly. Then he tilted his head back and blew
ever-so-gently on the
bare skin that was exposed above the collar of Ryan's shirt.
Ryan shivered almost imperceptibly, the fine hairs at the back of
his neck
standing up.
Colin did it again, blowing softly in an unmistakably provocative
way. Then,
very deliberately, he pressed his body firmly against Ryan's.
Again, there was a barely visible shudder, but with so little
distance between them
Colin could feel it easily. He could also feel Ryan's
hands twitch, then try to pull
away -- a vain attempt to ease the pressure and warmth building
from behind,
since the closeness between their bodies made Ryan unable to gain
any leverage.
The close proximity, plus the difference in their heights, made
it impossible for
anyone viewing them from the front to see what he was
doing. Colin pressed even
closer, effectively trapping his friend's hands between their
bodies; and then --
very subtly, at least at first -- began to rub himself against
Ryan's backside.
Colin felt the other man choke back a gasp at the increasingly
suggestive contact,
but he carried on with the scene...as if nothing at all was out
of the ordinary.
Determinedly, Colin continued to rub against him, more vigorously
than before
but still unseen by the cameras and audience. He could tell
his actions were
exciting his lover, that they were starting to get to him; still,
Ryan stubbornly kept
on with the skit. Colin pressed his mouth to the other
man's shoulder, letting Ryan
feel his breath through the thin cloth as easily as he was
feeling his friend's
shuddering heat against his chest and lips. By now the
distraction was so great
that Ryan was actually beginning to falter between lines.
Colin smiled against the
cloth, then went in for the kill. He bit down into Ryan's
back.
Luckily, the sound of the buzzer ending the game drowned out
Ryan's moan,
torn from him when Colin's teeth clamped into his flesh.
Colin released the somewhat disheveled man and stepped back, a
picture of
innocence.
Greg was looking at Ryan a little strangely, with one eyebrow
raised. "And what
was all that about?" he asked, knowing that something must
have been going on
during the routine.
"What?" Ryan gulped out, his face still flushed.
"Yeah, you seemed a little distracted there, Ryan,"
added Drew playfully. He
could also tell that something had been going on 'behind the
scenes'. "What were
you doing back there, Colin?"
"Me?" Colin replied innocently. "Just doing
what I usually do, I guess."
Ryan stared at him for a few seconds longer, then turned to
Drew. "Can we take
a short break?" he asked, almost desperately. Then he
looked back to Colin.
Drew shrugged. "How long?"
"Five minutes?"
Colin decided to have pity on his friend, especially since he
himself was a little
'distracted' now too. Besides, he could afford to be
magnanimous, now that Ryan's
debt to him was paid...or rather, was about to be paid.
The Canadian smiled at his lover. "Better make it
twenty."
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