Mine By Kalimyre Rating: My God, I’ve actually written a PG story. Pairing: Ryan/Colin (Raise your hand if you’re surprised) Summary: Just some on stage fun and a little conversation afterwards. Author’s Notes: I know it’s been a while since I posted anything, but I’m currently working on two long, heavy stories and I wanted something quick and fluffy. This one is just for laughs. And that moment in Dubbing where Ryan kissed Colin’s head was just too good to pass up. * * * “If you could just plant a big wet one on me before I go, I could die happy. *Really* happy,” Colin said, clutching at his chest and staggering dramatically, his eyes sliding shut. The crowd roared in approval and the poor girl they’d pulled out of the audience for Dubbing laughed again, putting her wrist against her forehead and shaking her head uncertainly. “Yes, I will kiss you,” Wayne said, and the girl looked back at Colin, her eyes widening. “Right on the top of your head I will kiss you. Because I want you to remember the name of Maria Conchita...” Wayne trailed off into Spanish sounding gibberish and Colin leaned over to give the girl better access. She raised her hands up to touch him, but Ryan was suddenly behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders and holding her back. The crowd cheered even louder as Ryan quickly leaned over and pressed his lips to the top of Colin’s head, leaving them there for several seconds. Colin had his eyes closed the whole time, but as soon as Ryan pulled away, he straightened and gave his old friend a suspicious look. Ryan only smirked at him, raising his eyebrows slightly, and Colin grinned, giving the giggling audience member a quick sideways hug. Ryan did the same and then she was off to her seat, still laughing giddily. “Man, that was some terror when she found out she was going to have to kiss Colin. She was like, um, er, I didn’t... can I go back to my seat?” Drew said, mimicking the girl’s movements. Colin only smiled, and as they returned to their seats Ryan asked, “Did you know that was me?” “Yeah,” Colin replied brightly. “How’d you know?” “I know your lips.” Ryan nodded, and when they were seated he couldn’t resist telling Drew about that little exchange. Colin only sat through it, letting everyone have their laugh. He didn’t need to look at Ryan to know that his longtime friend would be smiling. Everyone thought it was so funny. If they only knew. * * * After the taping was over, Colin went through the usual routine of changing back into his street clothes and removing his makeup. Then he went over to Ryan’s trailer for their other usual routine. “Come in, Col,” Ryan called through the closed door when Colin knocked. Colin smiled and let himself in, leaning back against the door and closing it with one hand. Ryan looked up when he heard the door close and rose from his seat at the little table. He was still in his taping clothes, but his face was washed clean of the thin layer of stage makeup and his shirt was partially unbuttoned. Ryan walked forward, keeping his eyes fixed on Colin. The shorter man only smiled and waited for him, still leaning back casually against the door. “Hey Ryan,” he said, deliberately letting his tongue slide along his lower lip. “Miss me?” Ryan raised an eyebrow and smirked, stepping very close to Colin without touching him. He tilted his head until they were eye to eye, and he let his hips lightly bump against the shorter man’s, pressing him against the door. His hands came up to brace Colin’s shoulders, pinning him in place. “You did it again today,” Ryan said, giving his lover a stern look. “Did what?” Colin asked, his eyes sparkling. “You know what. You tried to kiss that girl from the audience.” Colin shrugged. “So what if I did? She didn’t seem to mind the idea.” “I’m sure she didn’t,” Ryan said dryly, a smile tugging at his lips. “That’s not the point. I thought I was the only one who got to kiss you.” “Well, you did, didn’t you?” Colin asked, shrugging again. “Only because she hesitated. You’re always doing that, you know. What about that taping with Chyna? You sure gave her a big kiss.” Colin smiled and put his arms on Ryan’s shoulders, linking his hands behind the taller man’s back. “You mean like this?” he asked sweetly. Lifting his chin, he pulled Ryan’s head down until their lips met. “Mmmm,” Ryan mumbled, his eyes slipping shut. Colin was lightly tracing the inside of his upper lip with the tip of his tongue, keeping the kiss light and teasing, and then he suddenly pulled Ryan’s lower lip into his mouth and bit it gently, making the taller man gasp. “Well I certainly hope you didn’t do that with Chyna!” Ryan said, pulling away. Colin smiled at him. “Colinnnn...” “No, I didn’t,” Colin said, rolling his eyes. “And you kissed her too, or did you forget your little spanking antics?” “Only after you did it. And I made sure to kiss you too, or did *you* forget?” “No,” Colin said, letting his fingers trace the soft hair at the nape of Ryan’s neck. “I didn’t forget.” Ryan smiled and allowed himself to be soothed, letting his forehead touch Colin’s for a moment. “That *was* fun, wasn’t it?” “Sure it was,” Colin replied, giving Ryan another quick swipe with his lips. “And I don’t know why you get so possessive about these things. It was just a stage kiss.” “Like all the ones you give me?” Colin sighed. “No, those are different, and you know it. I kiss other people on stage because it’s funny. I kiss you because I want to.” “Yeah, I know,” Ryan replied, letting his body slump against Colin’s. Their chests touched, and Ryan could feel the gentle rise and fall of the other man’s breathing. “I guess... I don’t know. I guess I just get a little jealous.” “I’ve noticed,” Colin said wryly, raising an eyebrow. “And you know it’s silly. That stuff is just for laughs.” “What about the times when you kiss other men?” “You mean like Greg, or Drew, or Wayne?” “Yeah,” Ryan answered, focusing on a point somewhere over Colin’s shoulder. “Is it... is it the same as with me?” Colin laughed until Ryan looked at him reproachfully, and then the smile melted off his face. Cocking his head, he gave the taller man a hard look. “Ryan... you’re serious, aren’t you? This stuff really bothers you.” Ryan shrugged noncommittally, finding something very interesting to look at on the floor. Colin cupped a hand under Ryan’s chin and lifted it, forcing his friend to look him in the eyes. “Listen to me, you tall skinny goof. I’m crazy about you. And maybe I’m the Whose Line slut when I’m on stage, but out here in the real world, you’re the only one I kiss. The only one I want to. You get me?” Ryan grinned. “Yeah, I get you.” He ducked his head sheepishly, placing a light kiss on the corner of Colin’s mouth. “You just make sure you remember that, okay? You’re mine.” Colin raised his eyebrows. “Oh really? What am I, your personal property?” Ryan looked at him levelly, his expression perfectly serious. “Yes. Yes you are. Now get over here and let’s see what else you can do with that mouth.” Colin laughed, shaking his head, and Ryan’s eyes brightened but he kept the poker face. “You really expect me to do what you say?” Colin asked, grinning. “Yeah. Am I going to have to make you?” Colin’s grin widened and he reached behind him, locking the door. “Yeah. Make me.”