FIC: Heart Space (1/1) Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner (g)
Of course, this isn't the story I told myself I'd write. But it snuck into my head and looked at me with big, pleading eyes, and I am weak.
TITLE: Heart Space
AUTHOR: CrimsonQuills (crimonsquills AT gmail DOT com)
FANDOM: Green Lantern (DC Comics)
CATEGORY: Slash
PAIRING: Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner
RATING: G
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Guy checks out Kyle's sketchbook.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Not making money.
ACKKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Many thanks to perpet_fic for a very speedy beta read!
Kyle talks shit out more than Guy does, but that isn't saying a whole lot. When he does talk, Guy can't be sure he means what he says. Not that Kyle lies, not usually, but sometimes even he doesn't want to admit what's going on with him. But Kyle draws what he needs to as much as he draws what he wants to. The best way to keep tabs on where his head is at is to check out his sketchbooks.
Okay, so they're personal. Sometimes Kyle keeps 'em locked up. But Guy is a resourceful guy, and Kyle's his partner; he needs to know if Kyle's okay. The sketchbooks tell him when Kyle needs a couple extra beers to loosen up and get shit off his chest. They tell him when Kyle's distracted and needs Guy to keep a closer eye on his back. They tell him when Kyle's doing good and can handle more of Guy's crap than usual. So yeah, Guy pages through those puppies on a regular basis.
Usually it's portraits of other Lanterns. Sometimes good ones, more often bad ones. Pictures of friends dying, and Guy hopes that Kyle is getting those out of his head rather than feeding them. At least there aren't so many bad ones as there used to be.
Sometimes, after Kyle's been to Mogo, he'll do landscapes. The pictures Guy likes best, though, are the occasional pages of characters and stories straight out of Kyle's imagination. They don't crop up much--maybe because Kyle doesn't have a lot of free time, maybe because there's too much else to deal with in his head these days--and when they do it's usually only a page or two, but Guy loves them. They mean Kyle's happy, his head in a place that lets him play.
Guy settles himself comfortably on a stool behind the bar, liberated sketchbook in one hand and a beer at his elbow. He flips quickly past the ones he's seen before, including a lot of sketches of Soranik. One of them, a lovingly detailed drawing of Soranik naked, smiling out of the page and surrounded by rumpled bed sheets, had actually made Guy feel vaguely guilty for prying. It was...special. Meant to be between lovers. Every line inscribed with tenderness. He pages past it without looking this time, and finds the spot where he'd left off.
There are a few more images of Soranik: sad, heavily shaded ones. Kyle said they'd decided to break up together, but the sketchbook says differently. He misses her.
Or maybe that ought to be he missed her, because those drawings taper off faster than Guy expected, giving way to loose sketches of scenes from life around Oa and a few of Guy himself, just as quickly drawn. He expected that. Guy knows he caught Kyle on the rebound, that they fell into bed together mostly because Kyle was lonely and Guy was there and safe. Still, Guy smiles over those pages, proof that he's on Kyle's mind. Sometimes you gotta live in the moment.
Further along, Guy feels the smile falter and turn. It's a landscape. It's a landscape Guy knew, a little grove near the Memorial Tree on Mogo. Guy hadn't realized Kyle had been there lately, hadn't even realized he'd felt like he needed to go. The drawing is amazingly detailed; either he'd been there awhile, or he'd dwelled for a good bit of time on why he went.
Warily, Guy turns the page over. The next image was done with the binding along the top, instead of the side. Guy slowly rotates the sketchbook as he stares down at the page.
It's him, sleeping. God knows Guy doesn't sleep pretty, curled up neatly on his side or artfully stretched out like some people do. He sleeps on his back, and he snores, and sometimes he drools, too, and his limbs go every which way if he's in bed alone. But damn, Kyle's made him look relaxed instead of awkward, made him look like he was reaching for someone instead of just hogging the bed. Every shadow is carefully shaded in, so that Guy can tell it's early morning, the sun just coming in through the window. It reminds him of that picture of Soranik, even though Guy is wearing shorts and a t-shirt in the sketch, the fabric of it visibly twisted from rolling over during the night, the bottom edge riding up and showing a strip of his stomach.
Guy trails a finger over the heavy paper, something going tight in his chest. He still hasn't turned the page when he hears the soft scuff of footsteps coming up behind him. An arm reaches around him, taking the sketchbook from his hands. "This is supposed to be private, you know."
Despite the words, when Guy turns around Kyle is smiling. He also isn't wearing his mask; the crinkles around his eyes are showing. "I know." Guy tries to smirk, but it won't quite come.
Kyle nudges his way in between Guy's knees and leans in to kiss him. It's a slow, thorough kiss, and it settles into the pit of Guy's stomach like a banked fire. He puts his hands on Kyle's hips and pulls him up against his body. Kyle is nicely warm and solid, and maybe if they didn't have to open the bar soon Guy would start something, but they do, and...there'll be time for that. Lots of time.
--End--
x-posted to guy_kyle
TITLE: Heart Space
AUTHOR: CrimsonQuills (crimonsquills AT gmail DOT com)
FANDOM: Green Lantern (DC Comics)
CATEGORY: Slash
PAIRING: Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner
RATING: G
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Guy checks out Kyle's sketchbook.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Not making money.
ACKKNOWLEDGEMENTS: Many thanks to perpet_fic for a very speedy beta read!
Kyle talks shit out more than Guy does, but that isn't saying a whole lot. When he does talk, Guy can't be sure he means what he says. Not that Kyle lies, not usually, but sometimes even he doesn't want to admit what's going on with him. But Kyle draws what he needs to as much as he draws what he wants to. The best way to keep tabs on where his head is at is to check out his sketchbooks.
Okay, so they're personal. Sometimes Kyle keeps 'em locked up. But Guy is a resourceful guy, and Kyle's his partner; he needs to know if Kyle's okay. The sketchbooks tell him when Kyle needs a couple extra beers to loosen up and get shit off his chest. They tell him when Kyle's distracted and needs Guy to keep a closer eye on his back. They tell him when Kyle's doing good and can handle more of Guy's crap than usual. So yeah, Guy pages through those puppies on a regular basis.
Usually it's portraits of other Lanterns. Sometimes good ones, more often bad ones. Pictures of friends dying, and Guy hopes that Kyle is getting those out of his head rather than feeding them. At least there aren't so many bad ones as there used to be.
Sometimes, after Kyle's been to Mogo, he'll do landscapes. The pictures Guy likes best, though, are the occasional pages of characters and stories straight out of Kyle's imagination. They don't crop up much--maybe because Kyle doesn't have a lot of free time, maybe because there's too much else to deal with in his head these days--and when they do it's usually only a page or two, but Guy loves them. They mean Kyle's happy, his head in a place that lets him play.
Guy settles himself comfortably on a stool behind the bar, liberated sketchbook in one hand and a beer at his elbow. He flips quickly past the ones he's seen before, including a lot of sketches of Soranik. One of them, a lovingly detailed drawing of Soranik naked, smiling out of the page and surrounded by rumpled bed sheets, had actually made Guy feel vaguely guilty for prying. It was...special. Meant to be between lovers. Every line inscribed with tenderness. He pages past it without looking this time, and finds the spot where he'd left off.
There are a few more images of Soranik: sad, heavily shaded ones. Kyle said they'd decided to break up together, but the sketchbook says differently. He misses her.
Or maybe that ought to be he missed her, because those drawings taper off faster than Guy expected, giving way to loose sketches of scenes from life around Oa and a few of Guy himself, just as quickly drawn. He expected that. Guy knows he caught Kyle on the rebound, that they fell into bed together mostly because Kyle was lonely and Guy was there and safe. Still, Guy smiles over those pages, proof that he's on Kyle's mind. Sometimes you gotta live in the moment.
Further along, Guy feels the smile falter and turn. It's a landscape. It's a landscape Guy knew, a little grove near the Memorial Tree on Mogo. Guy hadn't realized Kyle had been there lately, hadn't even realized he'd felt like he needed to go. The drawing is amazingly detailed; either he'd been there awhile, or he'd dwelled for a good bit of time on why he went.
Warily, Guy turns the page over. The next image was done with the binding along the top, instead of the side. Guy slowly rotates the sketchbook as he stares down at the page.
It's him, sleeping. God knows Guy doesn't sleep pretty, curled up neatly on his side or artfully stretched out like some people do. He sleeps on his back, and he snores, and sometimes he drools, too, and his limbs go every which way if he's in bed alone. But damn, Kyle's made him look relaxed instead of awkward, made him look like he was reaching for someone instead of just hogging the bed. Every shadow is carefully shaded in, so that Guy can tell it's early morning, the sun just coming in through the window. It reminds him of that picture of Soranik, even though Guy is wearing shorts and a t-shirt in the sketch, the fabric of it visibly twisted from rolling over during the night, the bottom edge riding up and showing a strip of his stomach.
Guy trails a finger over the heavy paper, something going tight in his chest. He still hasn't turned the page when he hears the soft scuff of footsteps coming up behind him. An arm reaches around him, taking the sketchbook from his hands. "This is supposed to be private, you know."
Despite the words, when Guy turns around Kyle is smiling. He also isn't wearing his mask; the crinkles around his eyes are showing. "I know." Guy tries to smirk, but it won't quite come.
Kyle nudges his way in between Guy's knees and leans in to kiss him. It's a slow, thorough kiss, and it settles into the pit of Guy's stomach like a banked fire. He puts his hands on Kyle's hips and pulls him up against his body. Kyle is nicely warm and solid, and maybe if they didn't have to open the bar soon Guy would start something, but they do, and...there'll be time for that. Lots of time.
--End--
x-posted to guy_kyle