The Best Medicine
Author: The Empress of Fluff
Pairing: Ryan/Col
Rating: R - I set the the dryer on Fluff-Hotness!
Summary: Ryan wants no one but you....know who!
Disclaimer: Well it could have happen...we all know it did somewhere someday somehow:) I was a lil busy bee on the wall....don't squash me:)
"Hello?" Colin answered the phone, his voice showing the slightest hint of annoyance. He was just putting the finishing touches on his chili-rubbed turkey breast, and Deb was no where to be found to pick it up as it continued to ring.
"Oh, hello Pat." Colin said, his voice rising and octave when the caller on the other end hurried to make her presence known. Colin immediately went into worry mode. 'This can't be good.' He thought to himself. He seldom, if ever got a call from the Stiles residence, and by the sound of Pat's voice on the other end, he knew he'd better treat this as serious.
"Colin, he needs you, ok?" She said hastily.
"What's the matter? What's wrong with Ryan?" Colin said moving quickly about the room. He didn't care what it took he would do whatever he was needed to do to help. Ryan was his very best friend. He listened on the other end of the phone as Pat explained.
"His tonsils???!!" Colin said almost dropping the phone. He chuckled then, softly at first then with more enthusiasm. He covered his lips with his hand, subconsciously hiding his smile, his self-consciousness ever ingrained into him. "I thought it was dangerous to have your tonsils removed when you are an adult?" He said trying to compose himself. He slowed down his movements. Although it could be a life or death situation, it wasn't near as bad as what he had been conjuring up.
"Well it is, sort of." Pat said, her own tinkling laughter subsiding. "But Ryan is making it seem like he's on his death bed. There have been a few complications with the surgery, but nothing too drastic. You know how he is."
Colin shook his head. "What's he doing now?" He knew full well what Ryan would be doing. And he was right.
"Oh he refuses to speak to anyone." Pat said returning to her morose tones. "He's very stubbornly taking an issue about being there in the first place. The doctors have been very accommodating, but he still refuses to cooperate. I try to get him to eat or to drink, but he won't. I try to get him to talk to me but he doesn't. He sits there with his arms folded and scowls all day. After the operation he has been even more of a bear, I'm afraid. He complains constantly about being in pain and feeling sick and needing a smoke, when he very well knows he can't."
Colin could just picture Ryan sitting in his backless hospital gown, bored, flipping through TV channels and turning the air blue whenever an unfortunate nurse would come in to take his temperature.
"Colin, you have to come down here, you just have to." Pat said bringing the purpose of her call into the light.
"Has he asked for me?" Colin said twirling the phone cord around his fingers. He picked at a peeling paint chip on the wall in front of him and filed the thought to repair it somewhere in file thirteen.
"No, he hasn't asked for you, Colin. But I can see that he needs a friend here. He's restless in that bed and the doctors say he needs to stay a few days more. It would cheer him up immeasurably, if you surprised him with a visit."
Colin thought about it for a moment, before consenting. It would be hard dealing with a petulant Ryan Stiles, but he had been there before. He agreed to be on the next plane down and it was settled. He hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment. It had been too long.
Colin creaked open the door to the hospital room. The lights were off and the drapes were closed. It was the middle of the day but it looked like midnight in the tiny, sterile hospital room. Ryan had his back facing the door, curled up on his side. The TV was blaring on some random sports talk show but the room's occupant, Colin could barely make out, was listlessly playing with the tube on his IV drip, and staring off into space.
"I've come to pay a visit to the grizzly bear who lives in this cave." Colin said breezing into the room. His stomach had nervous butterflies swirling around in it. He didn't know for certain how well his presence would be received.
The form on the bed stiffened at the sound of his voice and almost shot straight up like a cannon. He looked back at Colin, confusion, defiance and just a hint of joy flittered across his features. "You never were one to hide your emotions, you know." Colin said crossing the room to open up the drapes. "Let's get a little light on the subject, shall we?"
Colin threw back the drapes and yanked up the blinds. "AAAARRGGGHH..." Ryan said hoarsely from the bed. His eyes squinted up and he brought his hand to them rubbing fiercely. Colin smiled an impish grin, and went over to the TV, turning it off. The loud cacophony of crowds and noise quickly disappeared leaving the room in sudden silence.
"C-Colin." Ryan said trying his now very gravely voice out for size. He had not spoken since his tonsils were removed. His throat hurt terribly. Nothing soothed it. He tried popsicles but it only frustrated him. He couldn't eat, and therefore they had to give him the IV. It made him feel confined and trapped and the closeness of the room wasn't helping and with everyone constantly hovering over him he just wanted to scream. He had been resolved to just sit there and deal with it. He was miserable. He was grouchy and one thing was for sure he didn't need Mr. Dimples in here to 'make it all better.' At least that's what his head was telling him.
"Yes, Ryan?" Colin said all innocence and sweetness. He began fussing about the room, straightening magazines, picking up odds and ends that were left on the counter tops. He set down the plastic bag he had carried with him into the room, and approached the bed. He smiled his best, serene smile at his best friend, his eyes crinkling in the corners. It was a genuine smile. He was happy to see Ryan. He had missed him for a very long time, and now allowing himself to look, to take him fully into view, he felt the loving and caring emotions wash over him.
Ryan looked back at him not sure whether to pout, or return the smile. He wanted sympathy, but he didn't want to ask for it and he didn't want to be patronized. He knew his friend would never do that to him but he couldn't help but put on the stubborn act a little while longer. "Colin you really didn't need to be here." He said folding his arms and staring past Colin to the muted television.
"I know." Colin said still smiling and running a hand through Ryan's tousled hair, straightening the curls the best he could. "But I figured you could use a little mood enhancement."
"What could you possibly do to enhance my mood?" Ryan said his throat painfully sore to speak so many words at once. He grimaced, but inside, his heart was already melting. His eyes rested on Colin when Colin turned his back to retrieve what was in the plastic bag. He allowed himself to appreciate the view. Colin was wearing blue jeans and a short sleeved button down light brown and blue checked shirt. He wore canvas tennis shoes and Ryan for some strange reason focused on the meticulous way Colin tied his laces. He looked as adorable as he ever did, Ryan softened on the thought 'adorable'. He hated to admit that Colin was right. He knew he was adorable as much as everyone else who had come to know the man.
His eyes traveled slowly back up and stopped at Colin's rear. The jeans were fitted and Ryan couldn't help but to stare. He had always found Colin to be extra sexy in jeans, and he had told him so on many occasions. Colin knew better than to tease him this way.
As if reading his thoughts, Colin turned just catching Ryan's gaze before Ryan quickly looked away, pretending to remain disinterested. Colin smirked at him, and showed him what was in the bag. "Ice cream." He said with a wink.
Ryan licked his lips, which had gotten almost papery dry, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. 'Ice cream. Why didn't anyone think of that sooner?' Ryan tried his best to remain stubborn and turned away from Colin staring out the window. He shook his head. "Don't want any."
"Oh, you don't?" Colin sing-songed, producing a plastic spoon and came closer to the bed again. "It's vanilla. It's the only thing the doctor said you could have, but I think it will work just fine." Colin pulled back the covers on the small full-sized bed and eased his way onto it. He slid in beside Ryan barely brushing his hand against the material of Ryan's hospital gown. Ryan shivered at Colin's touch. He was getting too close. He didn't want the memories of the last time flooding back so soon, but there they were wrapping themselves around him like a warm comforter, and he wanted to snuggle deep. He was fighting a losing battle to stay angry. He edged over to the edge of the bed, trying not to touch Colin, who scootched himself over with Ryan. "Don't fall off," He whispered removing the lid from the pint of vanilla.
"Colin." Ryan said warily. He batted Colin's attempts to feed him ice cream. Colin tried several times unsuccessfully to stick the spoon in his mouth. The airplane, choo choo train and baby talk didn’t work, but it did produce a reluctant smile, Ryan turned away scrubbing his hand over his mouth. The grin was hard to fight off. 'He can't win yet.' He thought, but damn did he need some of that ice cream.
"Oh you like to play hard to get, I'd almost forgotten." Colin said his voice seductive. "Suit yourself." He ate the bit of melting ice cream off the spoon and 'mmm'd' his approval. "This is good stuff." He said digging in again. Ryan turned and looked at Colin who now appeared to be ignoring him. He was laying against the elevated mattress and had stretched his long legs out beside Ryan and crossed his feet. He studied his spoonful of ice cream before licking it off of the spoon again. He looked out of the corner of his eye. He definitely had Ryan's attention.
"Oh...yesss.." He said almost orgasmic-ally. He licked the ice cream off of the spoon, trailing his tongue in patterns along the cold vanilla creaminess and turned his beguiling gaze to Ryan who had now edged much closer to Colin's side. Ryan licked his lips again, watching as Colin's tongue licked playfully up the spoon and biting the tip gently, closing his eyes. "Oh Ryan, you don't know what you’re missing." He said flirtatiously dipping the spoon back into the container and studying the ice cream once more. Ryan had never wanted ice cream more in his life. He was now pressed closely beside Colin and had his un-stuck hand on his chest, fingering the material of his shirt, playing with a button.
"Can I help you?" Colin said peering over his spoon, folding his arms and holding the ice cream out of Ryan's reach.
Ryan rubbed his bare foot against Colin's shoe and snuggled his nose into Colin's neck. "Are you going to make me beg?" He purred into Colin's ear. Colin didn't expect such a quick turn around. Now he was delightfully thrown off guard. Ryan nibbled on his earlobe sending tremors down his spine. He stretched a hand over to the ice cream that was still being held out of reach.
"A little." Colin said breathless as he felt a tentative kiss on his jaw line right below his earlobe.
"Please." Ryan said returning his hand to Colin's buttons, easing them open one at a time. He was pleasantly surprised to see that Colin had not worn an under t-shirt and his hand slipped inside to feel the furriness of his chest. He moaned softly. It had been much too long.
Colin's confidence had long since drained. He hands shook and dropped the plastic spoon to the floor. It clattered on the tiled floor and was now useless. Colin gazed back at Ryan who had looked over the bed in the direction of the spoon and tutted. "Now what do we do?"
Ryan watched Colin and swallowed, momentarily forgetting the status of his throat until he did. Colin was looking down at him eyes filled with restrained desire. Ryan had been absently stroking a nipple trying to figure out how he could get Colin to relent and give him some ice cream. The sight of a turned-on Colin, his lips so close to Ryan's, caused him to swallow hard. He winced then, remembering where he was and why he was here and how much it hurt.
Colin, seeing his friend in agony, shook himself out of the spell he was finding himself under at this moment. He put his finger into the ice cream and brought it up to Ryan's lips. He pleaded with his eyes for Ryan to lick and to soothe the ache in both of them. Ryan never took his eyes off of Colin as he stuck out his tongue and trailed it up Colin's finger. He closed his eyes then, the taste of Colin's skin and vanilla making his head swoon. Colin whimpered and pushed himself up against Ryan's hand that had found its way back to Colin's nipple, making it taut. Ryan swallowed the ice cream and felt immediate relief.
"More." He said urgently around Colin's finger. He opened his eyes running his thumb in circles over Colin's sensitive flesh. With trembling fingers Colin scooped out more of the ice cream and brought it to Ryan's mouth. Ryan pulled Colin's body closer to him and put his mouth around all of Colin's fingers, licking and sucking them, needing to feel more of the soothing coolness down his throat. Colin stared at him hungrily as Ryan made a meal out of his fingers. "MORE!" He cried out when he had licked Colin's fingers clean. Colin frantically scooped more of the ice cream out onto his hand and forced it into Ryan's mouth. Ryan was rubbing himself against Colin now, his erection quite evident against the side of Colin's jeans.
"Oh God." Colin moaned as Ryan nibbled his fingertips, and moved against his body. "MORE." Ryan said his voice becoming as lubricated as he was. He grabbed for the container of ice cream and Colin brought it to him scooping out more and eating some himself. He was so hot right now it was all he could do to hold back. Ryan on the other hand thought that was the most teasing thing he could ever do to him and he knocked the ice cream out of Colin's hand and pulled him toward his face before Colin could swallow his ice cream. He licked Colin's bottom lip that had been covered with the melting ice cream and moaned against his mouth. "Fuck, you taste as good as I remember." He said before crushing his lips to Colin's and greedily seeking out more to taste.
Colin returned the kiss just as passionately. "God, why did we wait?" He said clutching at Ryan's hospital gown, opening his mouth to let Ryan's tongue find its way inside, to lick and seek any traces of sweetness. Ryan tried to bring both arms around Colin but was halted by the hand with the needle in it. "OUCH." He cried out. Colin eased him back instead wrapping his arms around Ryan and pulling him close. "Kiss me." He said running his nose alongside Ryan's. He brushed his forehead against Ryan's and smiled.
Ryan kissed Colin with more sweetness than he ever had in the past, he tasted so good. He was no longer tasting the ice cream but the memories of kisses long ago. Ryan gasped against Colin's lips as he felt a bold hand slip between their tightly pressed bodies and rub up against the thin material separating Ryan's subsiding arousal. Ryan studied Colin with a new interest. They had not gone this far, ever. He knew Colin had always been faithful to his marriage, as was he, and save for the few affectionate memories bordering on the verge of both their lust filled fantasies, this was the closest they had come to full-filling them.
Colin stroked Ryan through his gown, bringing him back to his previous stature. Ryan moaned and tugged on Colin's bottom lip with his teeth. "Colin..." He sighed. Colin looked back at him with meaningful eyes. It was always he in the past who had cut things short, never let them go further for fear of ruining their close bond and relationship that they did share. He was afraid that this would either bring them closer or destroy them both. He wanted to take a chance today to let Ryan know that he was ready.
"This is serious Colin." Ryan said as Colin rubbed his hand in hard, sure strokes up and down the length of his shaft, pressing his own against Ryan's thigh. Ryan was having a difficult time keeping his mind focused and more falling into the sensations of what was being done to him. "Are you telling me you're ready now?" He said looking down at Colin's hand as it found its way past the gown and on the lip of his boxers. Colin was fingering the edge, running his thumb over the tip of Ryan's still covered penis feeling the wetness form on the material.
"I'm ready." Colin said leaving no room for doubt. Life was far too short. He kissed Ryan deeply, his soft pouty lips opening Ryan's mouth and as he slipped his tongue inside, he slipped his hand as well, over the edge of Ryan's boxers, causing both of them to cry out. Ryan thrust himself into Colin's hand slick and lubricated from the icecream and his own sticky sweetness. Tears were in Ryan's eyes as he wrapped his free hand around the back of Colin's neck pulling their foreheads to the other's once more.
Colin pulled his mouth away keeping his forehead pressed to Ryan gasping for air. He felt Ryan's urgency matching his own and he looked down watching as Ryan moved against his hand. "I need you, Ryan." He said near tears. Ryan kissed Colin's forehead and held his lips there shutting his eyes tightly and riding on the wave of passion that swept through his body. Colin tightened his hand around Ryan causing him to growl low in his throat, it only momentarily surprised him that it no longer hurt as bad as it once had.
"Colin, I'm gonna..." After a few more strokes against him Ryan let out a strangled cry as he felt himself being completely taken over the brink. Colin pulled Ryan tightly to him whispering urgently in his hair. "Yes, I need you. I need you." Ryan felt tears welling up and spilling over. He needed to hear that for years.
Colin stroked Ryan's back, caressing it gently.
"I love you." Ryan said kissing the tip of Colin's nose. He had snuggled back down into Colin's arms.
"And I love you." Colin said smiling brightly and peppering Ryan's face with tiny kisses. 'Laughter may be the best medicine,' Colin thought, as he held a dozing Ryan in his arms, 'but "ice cream" most definitely soothes the savage beast'.