He Knows His Nose
Title: He knows his nose!
Author: The Empress
Rating: Eh--a lil PG 13-ish
Parings: Ry/Col
Summary: Revenge is sweet for the 'beaked one'.
Disclaimer: I just have an idea...and I run with it. Bows at the feet of those with more talent!
Ryan paced the room almost wearing a hole in the carpet. He stopped in mid pace and scratched his nose. He was worried and anxious and needed reassurance soon.
His friend of 15 years sat perched on the ratty green room couch. He held an old magazine in his hands and was nonchalantly flipping through it. He kept an eye on the man in front of him, unconsciously calculating the number of times he made his circuit and how many times he outwardly sighed. He pushed his trade-mark glasses up on his own nose and closed his magazine. He regarded Ryan with a raised eyebrow.
Ryan in the meantime had made his way over to the window overlooking the spacious parking lot. He rested his nose against the glass and sighed again. "He's gonna kill me."
Greg crossed his legs and grinned sardonically at his friend. "Listen man, you know how he is. He's not going to kill you. He might not make it easy on you for a while, but you know he doesn't take it personal."
Ryan turned and crossed his arms. "Did you listen to yourself? You know who we're talking about here. He strikes when you least expect it. And don't tell me he doesn't take it personal, he hasn't given me any since it happened!"
Greg got up and crossed the room. "Oh man, he really is playing it for all it's worth." He put an encouraging hand on Ryan's shoulder. "When's the last time you two talked?"
Ryan didn't get a chance to answer. At that moment the green room door opened and Colin walked in, taking in the scene. To the average person you could not tell that he was fazed, but to Ryan, it looked as if he had just been busted for saying something bad about his mother. There was a slight falter in Colin's step, a coldness replaced the placid look he previously wore. "If you two are finished, we are waiting for you on the set."
Greg turned and regarded his other best friend. Colin looked a little frustrated, but otherwise not as bad off as the slightly trembling figure to his left. He noticed a little mischievous glimmer in Colin's eye and he glanced sideways at him. He wasn't quite sure but he knew something fun was planned for the day.
Ryan was looking over Greg's head and was studying Colin with wary eyes. Colin looked back at him blankly. He pivoted and walked out of the room without another word. Greg turned back to Ryan and gave him a lopsided grin. "What did you do?" He asked, deadpanned.
The day's taping progressed without a hitch, and even though tension was mildly high between the pair, Colin put aside his feelings for professionalism. He bantered, he played, he let a laugh slip out a time or two. He was waiting. His moment was almost here and he wanted to make sure Ryan was totally unaware of what he had in store for him. He looked over at Ryan and smiled at him and patted his leg. Ryan grinned back and relaxed. He missed the little smirk that crossed his partner's lips as Drew announced the final game of the taping.
"And tonight's winners are Ryan and Colin. RyanandColin everybody. And they are going to be playing a little game with me called "Helping Hands." Colin's grin grew almost shark-like. He glanced down the way past Wayne and with the slightest wink at Greg, stood and approached the table. Ryan was already there surveying the torture devices for this session. There was a definate theme running through. He briefly glanced at Colin, before allowing him to slide his arms underneath his own. This time he did not miss the look of sheer satisfaction that played across his features, as he felt him snuggle into his back. "Payback is a bitch, my dear." he whispered low tickling the fine hair on Ryan's ear as Drew went into the usual speel of how the game is played.
"Greg what's our scene?" Greg laughed ruefully as he read the scene to expectant ears. "Ryan you are a cosmetic demonstrator, showing Drew a harried housewife, the very latest in beauty aids. That's your scene, gentlemen." Greg could barely contain his snort as he looked at Ryan's panicked face. Something must have spooked him good.
Colin started poking around on the table. He moved past the lipsticks, the tweezers. Drew glanced at Colin behind Ryan and saw as he indicated what he wanted. "Hey lady...I'm not here for all of this cosmetic stuff...I'm having problems with my nose." "Nose?" Ryan asked questioningly. "Yes, could you show me how to use those strips that remove blackheads?" "With pleasure sir," Ryan said through gritted teeth. There was the tinniest of chuckles behind him as Colin groped for the box that contained the strips and removed one from the package. He placed the strip firmly on Ryan's nose and pressed down hard, rubbing the strip onto his skin. Without hesitating and a 'Viola' from Ryan, Colin ripped the strip from his nose and probably half the skin Ryan thought as he winced and pressed on. Drew couldn't control his laughter as he said, "Oh that's wonderful ma'am, now show me how to use the special buffer you have there." It was magically in his "hands" before the words left Drew's mouth. Ryan pressed his hands into Colin's back and poked him in the side. He haphazardly explained its use as Colin proceeded to scrub his nose with the buffer furiously. 'I"m going to kill him.' he thought destructively as he struggled to move on to the next item.
Drew pretended to sneeze. OH...I need something to help with my alergies, I know its not cosmetic, but I see you have some antihistamine blocker there, could you show me how?" Drew said indicating the bottle beside him. "I swear if you..." Ryan said behind him, much to the delight of Colin who gleefully laughed into his collar as he grabbed up the bottle and unceremoniously shoved it into Ryan's nose. Ryan's gasp turned into a near moan as Colin pressed himself hard against Ryan's torso at the same time. They both reeled at the sensation and the implication, but pulled it together to finish the game.
Drew, oblivious to all but laughing like someone about to pee his pants, tourtured Ryan through various types of kleenex, nose tweezers, and some device that helped with snoring. Ryan endured it, knowing that his repayment would be coming that evening. Colin was breathing heavily down the back of his neck. The hardness hadn't decreased from below but only intensified. Ryan knew all of his discomfort was turning him on. He could be such a bastard sometimes.
Drew finally contained himself enough for the grand finale. "Oh...you have been so very helpful to me today ma'am", he said in a singsong voice. "There's just one more thing I'd like to test before I decide." Ryan rolled his eyes at Drew and hissed "Yes, ma'am and what would that be?" "I've been having a terrible time with wrinkles and if you would be so kind, would you mind displaying some of your fragrant cold creams." Another soft chuckle from Colin, as he scooped out some slippery, cold flower-smelling goop from an unlabeled container.
Colin brought the cream up to the tip of Ryan's nose and proceeded to move up it's length. Slowly he coated his bridge and brought some of the lotion around his nostrils. He worked some of the soothingly cool cream over the area where he had previously removed the blackhead strip. Ryan could not contain his mmm of pleasure. Colin stroked up and down the bridge of his nose, getting it all slippery, his other hand undetected by the cameras, was stroking another part of Ryan's body in the same fashion. Long, slow, smooth, deliberate strokes, and Ryan was of no more substance than the cream that was slicked over Colin's nimble fingers.
Ryan with desperation in his voice, pleaded for the end of the game by saying, "And that concludes our demonstration for today, please feel free to take all these samples and shove them up your...*BUZZZ* The buzzer sounded and before Drew could even announce the commercial break, Ryan yanked Colin's hands free and drug him off the stage.
"What the hell was all of that about?" Ryan said as he pushed Colin up against the door, rubbing his lotion slicked nose against his friend's balding scalp. Colin smiled sweetly up at him and tugged him into the dressing room. "A nose by any other name wouldn't smell as sweet."