A/N: Fluff. Again. Do I really have to warn about that every chapter? Because pretty much every chapter is fluffy. Wonderfully fluffy like nice, warm blankets (sorry, the weather's being a wench, so it's freakin' cold here in Chi-town). Anywho, usual disclaimer…blah blah blah…oh, I own Kristi. And Kyle. Still not Greg and Ryan… ((sigh))

"Isn't this the best part of breaking up

Finding someone else you can't get enough of

Someone who wants to be with you too

It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch

Gonna take awhile for this egg to hatch

But wouldn't it be beautiful"

Ryan stared at the phone in his hand, looking at the blinking message proclaiming, "ONE MISSED CALL FROM KYLE. ONE NEW VOICE MAIL MESSAGE." Greg came into the room from the bathroom, toweling off his hair. "Hey," he said, leaning over and pecking Ryan on the cheek. He frowned when Ryan didn't respond. "What's up?"

"I have a message…" said Ryan slowly, still blinking at the cell phone.

Greg looked at him quizzically. "Well, aren't you going to listen to it?" he asked as he rummaged through his stuff for a clean shirt and a pair of jeans.

Ryan shook his head slowly. "It's not that simple."

"Why, is it from an ex-girlfriend?" teased Greg, pulling his shirt on. He paused, then grinned even wider. "Or is it from an ex-boyfriend?"

Much to his dismay, Ryan blushed furiously and stammered, "It's none of your business! It's just a call from Kyle…"

"Ah, so it is the ex-boyfriend!" said Greg victoriously. He pulled on his jeans and asked, "So, why don't you want to talk to this 'Kyle'? Did he dump you? Did he cheat on you? Did he…did he go straight?"

"No, he's just an asshole," muttered Ryan darkly. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, Greg, it doesn't really matter."

Greg arched an eyebrow and casually plucked Ryan's cell phone out of his hands. "I think it does," he said calmly, putting the phone up to his ear.

"Greg, what are you doing?" asked Ryan, trying to stay calm.

"Calling your voicemail," replied Greg, just as calmly.

"What? No!" exclaimed Ryan, standing up and striding over. He attempted to get the phone out of Greg's hands. "Greg, give me that! Come on, man, it's not funny!"

"Shh," hushed Greg, listening intently. He hung up and handed the phone back to Ryan. He looked at him seriously and leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. "If I ever hurt you like that," he whispered, looking him straight in the eyes, "I give you permission to kill me."

"He didn't hurt me that badly," said Ryan quietly, going and sitting on the bed.

"Right," said Greg sarcastically, sitting next to him. "He only cheated on you—with both guys and girls—and broke up with you, claiming to be straight, only for you to find out he's dating your best friend. Yeah, I can see how that wouldn't hurt at all."

"You found all that out from his phone call?" asked Ryan, raising an eyebrow at Greg. "What did he say?"

"He said he was sorry for Matt, and told you to call Matt and not be angry with him, that it wasn't his fault. He said he was definitely gay now and had no intention of going back, he said that breaking up with you was the stupidest thing he'd ever done, and he apologized for all the 'flings' he had during your relationship," said Greg, ticking each point off on his fingers. He made a face, then said, "Oh yeah, and he promised that he's changed." He smiled gently at Ryan. "I inferred the rest." He paused, then asked quietly while idly tracing the sheets on the bed with his finger, "So are you going to go back to him?"

"Hell no!" snorted Ryan. "He's an asshole! And besides," he said, tone softening, "I have you now. Well, kind of…"

Greg looked at him intently for a moment then whipped out his own cell phone, quickly dialing a number. "What're you doing?" asked Ryan inquisitively.

Greg shushed him by waving his hand at him. "Hi, Kristi? Hey, it's Greg." He paused, then sighed. "Look, we gotta talk…" He sighed again. "Yeah, it's over. I'm breaking up with you."

"What?" screeched a tinny voice Ryan could just make out over the phone that Greg now held about eight inches from his ear.

"Yeah, sorry," said Greg unapologetically. "I meant to do it before I went to Chicago, but I forgot."

"But…but…but…why?" wailed the voice, still loud enough to make Greg cringe. The voice turned accusatory. "Is there someone else?"

"There wasn't before," said Greg truthfully, "but there is now." He sighed. "Look, I've been meaning to do this for awhile now, and me being here in Chicago has helped me put things in perspective and realize it."

"What's her name?" demanded Kristi's voice.

"Beg pardon?" said Greg, confused.

"What's the name of the bitch you're banging now? 'Cause I swear to God, I'll hunt her down and—"

"Whoa, calm down!" said Greg, unable to keep a smile out of his voice. "I don't think making death threats to a CSI is a good idea."

"Her name, Gregory," said Kristi in an icy voice that bore no room for argument.

He sighed deeply and said quietly, "Ryan."

Ryan looked at him, a brief surge of panic and confusion flaring in his eyes. His confusion was echoed in Kristi's voice as she repeated, "Ryan?" She started laughing, semi-hysterically. "You broke up with me for a guy?"

"Yes, Kristi, I broke up with you for a guy," said Greg patiently. "But not just any guy." He smiled at Ryan and said quietly, "I broke up with you for the best, cutest, smartest, most amazing guy in the world."

"Bullshit," she whispered. "You're not gay, Gregory, and though that may have slipped your mind at the moment, when you realize it, you'll come crawling back to me, begging for me to take you back. But I won't, so don't even bother."

"Thanks for that warning, doll," drawled Greg, making a face at Ryan. "I'll just have to make sure I don't come crawling back, right?" He didn't wait for her response. "Bye Kristi. It's been swell. Have a good life, and just for the record, it's not me, it's you. No hard feelings, eh?" He hung up the phone with the sound of her spluttered expletives ringing in his ear.

Ryan was still staring at him, mouth slightly agape. "Wha…what was that?" he asked.

Greg grinned almost shyly at him and leaned in to kiss him. "Now you do have me. All of me."

Ryan grinned widely at him and kissed him back, snaking his arms around his neck and leaning into his embrace.

Greg wrapped his arms around Ryan's waist and whispered in his ear, "Ryan Wolfe, will you go out with me?"

Stiffening in surprise, Ryan looked him straight in the eyes and asked, "Do you really mean it?" When Greg nodded, grinning, Ryan grinned as well. "Yes, yes! Of course yes!"

"Awesome," whispered Greg, pulling Ryan closer and kissing him again. "Awesome."