NOTE: The Ryan and Greg pairing (that shall now be referred to as Gryan) is SLASH and is FICTIONAL. So...no likey, no , it's only rated T because though there is SOME language, there isn't any real action in it...it's FLUFF. Finally, I do not own Whose Line is it Anyway?, Ryan Stiles, or Greg Proops. Enjoy!

Ryan and Greg were eating dinner in their Washington State abode, enjoying a oddly silent pizza take-out night. Ever since the end of Whose Line a couple of months ago, both men were usually stuck at home, bored, or simply going around the area doing little stand-up gigs. Greg was thinking about a certain gig in the coming days as Ryan put down his pizza abruptly.

Greg's eyes flew up, looking at Ryan. "What's wrong, Ry?"

Ryan looked back at Greg, and unexpectedly said, "Why didn't you ever kiss me on Whose Line, Greg?"

Greg frowned and tore his gaze from Ry's. He hated thinking about it. He and Ryan had been dating since Season 5 of the British version of Whose Line over a decade ago, but Greg had never kissed him publicly during that time.

Greg absentmindedly fiddled his thumbs, trying to avoid Ryan's questioning gaze. "Well, that's a random question," he said with a nervous chuckle.

Ryan continued to stare at his longtime secret lover. "Seriously, Greg. You kissed Colin! Why not your own boyfriend?"

Greg sighed heavily, knowing Ry would not give up until the Californian gave him an answer. He downcast his eyes, and mumbled, "I didn't want you to get hurt, Ry."

He got up, and started to clean his dishes. He heard Ryan come up behind him.

"What would hurt me, Greg?" Ry said slowly, turning Greg back around.

Greg looked into his emerald eyes, seeing his sad and conflicted face. "The media, Ry. The rest of the world. They wouldn't have..."

"Accepted us?" Ryan finished, balling his hands into fists at his sides. "I don't care, Greg! I only want you! And I've been fine keeping it all in this long, but...it's just so fuckin' hard!" Greg saw tears streaming down Ry's face as the taller male ran out of the kitchen.

Greg immediately put down his plate and followed Ryan, finding him curled up on their king size bed. Greg sighed, sat down on the bed, and wrapped his arms around Ryan. He complied, resting his head on Greg's shoulder as the tears kept streaming down his face.

Greg sighed. "I just wanted to protect you, Ry. The media is harsh. People don't understand how...they wouldn't understand how we feel." He kissed Ryan on the head and continued. "But...if you want to go public...I'm willing to do it for you."

Ryan looked up at him, his eyes red and slightly puffy. "You mean it?"

Greg kissed him softly on the lips, and smiled. "Of course, tall and gawky. I love you." He kissed him again, and Ryan wrapped his own arms around the Californian's waist as they laid on the bed.

Greg chuckled. "But...you know that when we do kiss in public, I'm probably going to end up fucking you right there, right?"

Ryan smiled. "Can't get enough of me, can you?"

They kissed again, and fell asleep in each other's arms.