Re: "Stakeout" Castle: Ryan/Esposito, mild R (Tickling, Enclosed Spaces) pt. 2/3one_windigaSeptember 4 2010, 01:27:09 UTC
He looked so much like a flustered cat rubbed the wrong way that Esposito didn't bother defending himself, but just broke out into laughter. "Oh, man, your face! I seriously hope that isn't your 'righteous anger' face, bro, because I don't think even my nieces would be afraid of you!"
"Shut up," Ryan mumbled, reddening. "Not cool, exploiting a guy's weaknesses like that. Seriously, tickling is not a UN-approved method of warfare!"
"You're just saying that because you're Tickle-Me-Elmo."
"Wh- I am not!"
"Prove it." And with that gauntlet thrown, Esposito reached across the armrest again, this time with both hands, tickling with the mercilessness of growing up in a large family.
Ryan gave a strangled, involuntary laugh and tried to squirm away, but the car door behind him was jutting hard angles into his spine, and he couldn't move any further than that. Instead, he tried to smack Esposito's arms away, but Esposito always handed him his ass on a plate in sparring sessions, and this was no different. After a few minutes of fighting, he gave up the effort and resigned himself to wheezing, helpless laughter, leaning back against the door as Esposito completely wiped away the last of his self-control.
Esposito's fingers skittered up and down his stomach, fluttering across his chest and pausing to scrape at the too-ticklish spots at the sides of his ribcage. It was only then that he hesitated, allowing Ryan a brief reprieve, as he realized just how thin the fabric was underneath his fingers. He could feel the warmth of Ryan's skin through the cotton, shivering slightly still from the onslaught of tickling. Ryan's chest was heaving, and every breath he took made the hem of his shirt ride up a little higher. He splayed his fingers out slowly, hands rising and falling with Ryan's breath.
For a moment, he allowed his thumbs to rubs circles over Ryan's sternum while his fingers drank in the feel of his chest. When he finally looked up, he saw Ryan staring at him, mouth still parted and breathing hard, cheeks pink on pale from exertion. There was a minute of stillness and silence, nothing but Ryan watching Esposito watching him.
Re: "Stakeout" Castle: Ryan/Esposito, mild R (Tickling, Enclosed Spaces) pt. 3/3one_windigaSeptember 4 2010, 01:27:47 UTC
Esposito finally swallowed, only once, before bowing his head to press a kiss to the slice of stomach Ryan's shirt exposed. There was a swift intake of breath above him as Ryan's eyes widened, but when there was no argument or shove following the gasp, he slid his fingers under the edge of the shirt and pushed it up farther. He kissed one pale nipple, drawing his tongue around it with the faintest scrape of teeth that had it growing hard beneath his lips as Ryan gripped onto the seat. He ran his fingers, gentler now than only minutes past, across the other as he trailed kisses down Ryan's chest, back to his stomach.
He drew a hand down Ryan's ribcage, reveling in the feel of wiry muscle playing over every bone. It was strange, how fascinating the smooth expanse of white skin was. With no more warning than a kiss, he slid his tongue down into Ryan's bellybutton, alternately dipping down into it and running along the edge. The startled moan that earned ran down his spine, a trail of molten need. He breathed out, warm, onto the slick skin, and Ryan's hands slid across the window, feeling for some purchase to hold onto, before they finally found handfuls of Esposito's shirt and tangled into it.
Esposito glanced up to see Ryan's blue eyes eaten up by dark pupils. His lips were swollen where he'd been biting them while Esposito worked on his stomach. Unable to resist, Esposito shifted up to kiss him, and Ryan met him halfway, lips already drawing open to allow him in.
He found himself swallowing a groan as they explored each other's mouths, all heat and hurry where they pressed up. As they kissed, his hands blindly pulled open Ryan's belt buckle. When he finally got the catch undone, he pulled back.
Ryan's response was a second slow in coming, delayed by the onslaught of overwhelming sensations. "Wha-" he protested eloquently, already upset at the loss of Esposito's kiss.
"Relax, dude," Esposito rumbled, voice gravely with warmth, " 's better, anyway." He kissed Ryan once more on the corner of the mouth, then lowered his head back down to Ryan's lap.
The way the windows quickly steamed opaque, it was a minor blessing that McLeod was later proven innocent.
Re: "Stakeout" Castle: Ryan/Esposito, mild R (Tickling, Enclosed Spaces) pt. 3/3one_windigaSeptember 4 2010, 14:36:20 UTC
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was a ton of fun to finally get to write some of Ryan and Esposito's shenanigans. Thanks for the great prompt!
"Shut up," Ryan mumbled, reddening. "Not cool, exploiting a guy's weaknesses like that. Seriously, tickling is not a UN-approved method of warfare!"
"You're just saying that because you're Tickle-Me-Elmo."
"Wh- I am not!"
"Prove it." And with that gauntlet thrown, Esposito reached across the armrest again, this time with both hands, tickling with the mercilessness of growing up in a large family.
Ryan gave a strangled, involuntary laugh and tried to squirm away, but the car door behind him was jutting hard angles into his spine, and he couldn't move any further than that. Instead, he tried to smack Esposito's arms away, but Esposito always handed him his ass on a plate in sparring sessions, and this was no different. After a few minutes of fighting, he gave up the effort and resigned himself to wheezing, helpless laughter, leaning back against the door as Esposito completely wiped away the last of his self-control.
Esposito's fingers skittered up and down his stomach, fluttering across his chest and pausing to scrape at the too-ticklish spots at the sides of his ribcage. It was only then that he hesitated, allowing Ryan a brief reprieve, as he realized just how thin the fabric was underneath his fingers. He could feel the warmth of Ryan's skin through the cotton, shivering slightly still from the onslaught of tickling. Ryan's chest was heaving, and every breath he took made the hem of his shirt ride up a little higher. He splayed his fingers out slowly, hands rising and falling with Ryan's breath.
For a moment, he allowed his thumbs to rubs circles over Ryan's sternum while his fingers drank in the feel of his chest. When he finally looked up, he saw Ryan staring at him, mouth still parted and breathing hard, cheeks pink on pale from exertion. There was a minute of stillness and silence, nothing but Ryan watching Esposito watching him.
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He drew a hand down Ryan's ribcage, reveling in the feel of wiry muscle playing over every bone. It was strange, how fascinating the smooth expanse of white skin was. With no more warning than a kiss, he slid his tongue down into Ryan's bellybutton, alternately dipping down into it and running along the edge. The startled moan that earned ran down his spine, a trail of molten need. He breathed out, warm, onto the slick skin, and Ryan's hands slid across the window, feeling for some purchase to hold onto, before they finally found handfuls of Esposito's shirt and tangled into it.
Esposito glanced up to see Ryan's blue eyes eaten up by dark pupils. His lips were swollen where he'd been biting them while Esposito worked on his stomach. Unable to resist, Esposito shifted up to kiss him, and Ryan met him halfway, lips already drawing open to allow him in.
He found himself swallowing a groan as they explored each other's mouths, all heat and hurry where they pressed up. As they kissed, his hands blindly pulled open Ryan's belt buckle. When he finally got the catch undone, he pulled back.
Ryan's response was a second slow in coming, delayed by the onslaught of overwhelming sensations. "Wha-" he protested eloquently, already upset at the loss of Esposito's kiss.
"Relax, dude," Esposito rumbled, voice gravely with warmth, " 's better, anyway." He kissed Ryan once more on the corner of the mouth, then lowered his head back down to Ryan's lap.
The way the windows quickly steamed opaque, it was a minor blessing that McLeod was later proven innocent.
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There are just so many great lines in this that if I were to quote them all I'd have half the fic in a comment.
Also your icons are just pure, unadulterated win.
Tl;dr: you rock, thank you!
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