"Revelations"
Title: Revelations.
Fandom: Whose Line Is It Anyway? (UK)
Characters: Ryan Stiles, Colin Mochrie.
Prompt: 11 - Red.
Word Count: 401 words.
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: After returning from recording the show, the truth comes out for both Colin and Ryan.
Author's Notes: These are purely assumptions. I acknowledge that Ryan Stiles and Colin Mochrie are real people, and any opinions expressed in writing in these 'fics are purely of my own speculation.
Second part of a short 'fic that started with "Rain." Mild slash. Assumption that my pairing live together, à la The Beatles and assorted comedy duos.
accomplishedFandom: Whose Line Is It Anyway? (UK)
Characters: Ryan Stiles, Colin Mochrie.
Prompt: 11 - Red.
Word Count: 401 words.
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: After returning from recording the show, the truth comes out for both Colin and Ryan.
Author's Notes: These are purely assumptions. I acknowledge that Ryan Stiles and Colin Mochrie are real people, and any opinions expressed in writing in these 'fics are purely of my own speculation.
Second part of a short 'fic that started with "Rain." Mild slash. Assumption that my pairing live together, à la The Beatles and assorted comedy duos.
“Ryan?” He yawned from deep within the duvet and blankets. “What’re you doing?”
“I went to the studio. We were recording, don’t you remember?”
“Oh yeah,” he sighed, his throat raspy. “Sorry I couldn’t come today.”
“No problem,” I shrugged, pacing around the room. “You weren’t well at all this morning, so I thought I’d just leave you be all day. Don’t worry, I told them you weren’t feeling too good. Except for Tony. But he got it eventually.”
“Thank you,” he smiled. “You really are a great friend, you know. Maybe something else too, but I don’t want to speculate too much.”
I blushed. It was about the tenth time that I had blushed in front of Colin ever since we’d started the show. Even that may have been an understatement, seeing as he always seems to either embarrass me or make me laugh whenever we’re on air. But this was different. We’d known each other for about four years now, but that was the first time that he’d really thought of me as a friend and told me to my face, with a sense of honesty as well. Of course, this turned me an intense pink, flustered and sweating, but with a smile ear to ear on my face. And yes, I was still sodden from travelling across London in the rain.
“Thanks,” I said with my head bent. “You’re a pretty great friend, too.”
Colin smiled weakly. “You know, I’d let you kiss me right now. Of course you want to.” I turned from my intense pink to an even deeper red, still grinning like a maniac. “But I wouldn’t want you to get sick from it,” he added hastily in protest. “That’s what friends are for, right?”
In spite of my sorry condition, I ran up to Colin’s blanket covered bed and kissed him, shameless, short and pretty intense.
“What the hell. If I get sick, then I get sick.”
“I really do love you, Ryan,” he shook his head, almost in denial of what happened a minute or so before. “I honestly, truthfully love you.”
“Colin?” I grinned. “You do realise that I am now beet red, right?”
“Of course you are! You just kissed a man, and then that man told you that he loved you! You should be embarrassed!”
“Are you?” I raised an eyebrow.
“No. I’ve been waiting to say that for years.”
“I went to the studio. We were recording, don’t you remember?”
“Oh yeah,” he sighed, his throat raspy. “Sorry I couldn’t come today.”
“No problem,” I shrugged, pacing around the room. “You weren’t well at all this morning, so I thought I’d just leave you be all day. Don’t worry, I told them you weren’t feeling too good. Except for Tony. But he got it eventually.”
“Thank you,” he smiled. “You really are a great friend, you know. Maybe something else too, but I don’t want to speculate too much.”
I blushed. It was about the tenth time that I had blushed in front of Colin ever since we’d started the show. Even that may have been an understatement, seeing as he always seems to either embarrass me or make me laugh whenever we’re on air. But this was different. We’d known each other for about four years now, but that was the first time that he’d really thought of me as a friend and told me to my face, with a sense of honesty as well. Of course, this turned me an intense pink, flustered and sweating, but with a smile ear to ear on my face. And yes, I was still sodden from travelling across London in the rain.
“Thanks,” I said with my head bent. “You’re a pretty great friend, too.”
Colin smiled weakly. “You know, I’d let you kiss me right now. Of course you want to.” I turned from my intense pink to an even deeper red, still grinning like a maniac. “But I wouldn’t want you to get sick from it,” he added hastily in protest. “That’s what friends are for, right?”
In spite of my sorry condition, I ran up to Colin’s blanket covered bed and kissed him, shameless, short and pretty intense.
“What the hell. If I get sick, then I get sick.”
“I really do love you, Ryan,” he shook his head, almost in denial of what happened a minute or so before. “I honestly, truthfully love you.”
“Colin?” I grinned. “You do realise that I am now beet red, right?”
“Of course you are! You just kissed a man, and then that man told you that he loved you! You should be embarrassed!”
“Are you?” I raised an eyebrow.
“No. I’ve been waiting to say that for years.”
Do it!
Yeah, it was kind of implied that Tony was told beforehand, either that or he just left it to the imagination.