Suspended
Title: Suspended
Pairing: Ryan/Spencer
POV: Third person
Rating: PG
Length: 550 words
Author's Note: For we_are_cities' 03/20/07 prompt. Also, love to Matt Nathanson for suspension.
Disclaimer: Fiction!
There are these days of the past that blend together behind Spencer’s closed eyes. All he sees is Ryan and suburbia and nothingness. But little bits are clear, so clear, and he feels them every time he breathes.
He is suspended in a series of moments during a hot day in August the summer before eleventh grade. He chases Ryan around an empty park at noon. Ryan laughs and looks over his shoulder.
“Spence,” Ryan calls behind him. “Spence, you run too slow.” He stops to catch his breath, head down and hands on knees, and waits until Spencer can almost touch him before taking off again.
Spencer doesn’t follow, he just shakes his head. “I gotta sit down,” he says before flopping unceremoniously on the grass. Ryan jogs back and crouches down next to him. He sits carefully, almost daintily, next to Spencer, who is wheezing slightly.
“You ok?” Ryan asks, leaning back on his hands.
“I’m fine. Just not used to that sort of thing.” He lies down and tilts his head toward Ryan, squinting one eye shut. “You’re fast.”
Ryan smiles, rolls to his side, adjusts so that his head is resting on his palm. “You’re getting there, believe me.”
Spencer doesn’t believe him.
There is silence between them as Spencer’s vision moves toward the sky and Ryan shifts onto his back.
There are thick clouds moving in to cover the sun and Spencer wonders if it might rain when he feels warm, thin fingers covering his own.
“Dude, are you fucking holding my hand?”
Ryan pulls his hand back. “I…yeah, I was,” he says shyly. “Sorry.”
Spencer turns to face him. “Uhm. Well. It’s okay. I think.
“Yeah?” Ryan takes Spencer’s hand again, laces their fingers together. He smiles a little. “So,” he says and moves his head so that his nose is almost touching Spencer’s. He pushes himself forward a bit and lets their lips meet.
Spencer doesn’t know what he’s doing but he finds himself kissing back.
Something touches the side of his face, his hair, his back and he realizes he was right about the rain. He laughs into Ryan’s collarbone and his lips trail their way to Ryan’s neck. Ryan is throwing his head back and blinking the rain away from his eyes. Their lips meet again and Spencer closes his eyes.
Surrounding them is warmth and the smell of wet grass, warmth and the sound of rain on the asphalt parking lot. Spencer opens his eyes and wonders how he never noticed Ryan before, not really, not in any way that actually mattered. But now he’s so close and his hands are on Spencer’s hips. There’s no way of avoiding him now and Spencer thinks that maybe some things are better late than never.
When the rain stops, Ryan shakes the water from his hair and places his cheek on Spencer’s chest.
“You know,” he whispers and his breath tickles Spencer’s ribs through his drenched shirt, “We’re gonna be something. You and me. We’re gonna make it big, We’re gonna get out of this godforsaken place and people will know our names. We’ll be great. Believe me, Spence…we’ll be huge…” His voice trails off as he drifts to sleep.
Spencer remembers kissing the top of Ryan's head and how he believed.
Pairing: Ryan/Spencer
POV: Third person
Rating: PG
Length: 550 words
Author's Note: For we_are_cities' 03/20/07 prompt. Also, love to Matt Nathanson for suspension.
Disclaimer: Fiction!
There are these days of the past that blend together behind Spencer’s closed eyes. All he sees is Ryan and suburbia and nothingness. But little bits are clear, so clear, and he feels them every time he breathes.
He is suspended in a series of moments during a hot day in August the summer before eleventh grade. He chases Ryan around an empty park at noon. Ryan laughs and looks over his shoulder.
“Spence,” Ryan calls behind him. “Spence, you run too slow.” He stops to catch his breath, head down and hands on knees, and waits until Spencer can almost touch him before taking off again.
Spencer doesn’t follow, he just shakes his head. “I gotta sit down,” he says before flopping unceremoniously on the grass. Ryan jogs back and crouches down next to him. He sits carefully, almost daintily, next to Spencer, who is wheezing slightly.
“You ok?” Ryan asks, leaning back on his hands.
“I’m fine. Just not used to that sort of thing.” He lies down and tilts his head toward Ryan, squinting one eye shut. “You’re fast.”
Ryan smiles, rolls to his side, adjusts so that his head is resting on his palm. “You’re getting there, believe me.”
Spencer doesn’t believe him.
There is silence between them as Spencer’s vision moves toward the sky and Ryan shifts onto his back.
There are thick clouds moving in to cover the sun and Spencer wonders if it might rain when he feels warm, thin fingers covering his own.
“Dude, are you fucking holding my hand?”
Ryan pulls his hand back. “I…yeah, I was,” he says shyly. “Sorry.”
Spencer turns to face him. “Uhm. Well. It’s okay. I think.
“Yeah?” Ryan takes Spencer’s hand again, laces their fingers together. He smiles a little. “So,” he says and moves his head so that his nose is almost touching Spencer’s. He pushes himself forward a bit and lets their lips meet.
Spencer doesn’t know what he’s doing but he finds himself kissing back.
Something touches the side of his face, his hair, his back and he realizes he was right about the rain. He laughs into Ryan’s collarbone and his lips trail their way to Ryan’s neck. Ryan is throwing his head back and blinking the rain away from his eyes. Their lips meet again and Spencer closes his eyes.
Surrounding them is warmth and the smell of wet grass, warmth and the sound of rain on the asphalt parking lot. Spencer opens his eyes and wonders how he never noticed Ryan before, not really, not in any way that actually mattered. But now he’s so close and his hands are on Spencer’s hips. There’s no way of avoiding him now and Spencer thinks that maybe some things are better late than never.
When the rain stops, Ryan shakes the water from his hair and places his cheek on Spencer’s chest.
“You know,” he whispers and his breath tickles Spencer’s ribs through his drenched shirt, “We’re gonna be something. You and me. We’re gonna make it big, We’re gonna get out of this godforsaken place and people will know our names. We’ll be great. Believe me, Spence…we’ll be huge…” His voice trails off as he drifts to sleep.
Spencer remembers kissing the top of Ryan's head and how he believed.