DRABBLE: Last Cigarette
Title: Last Cigarette
Author: knowyourlips
Prompt: 052 Fire
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG
Pairing: Greg/Ryan, Ryan/Colin
Summary: They sit, in silence; Greg lights his cigarette
AN: Title stolen from another Bon Jovi song. Because I lack creativity.
They sit, in silence; Greg lights his cigarette, Ryan leans forward to light his, and Greg pockets the lighter, pursing his lips, wordlessly offering him his smoke.
Smirking, he holds it still between his fingers, his in his mouth, too - and Greg almost winks at him.
Ryan turns to Colin, in turn, offering his, his hand outstretched, and Colin dutifully touches the end of his to it, their fingers brushing, lightly.
"I thought you were quitting," Greg says, lazily, after exhaling, his knee bumping Ryan's thigh.
Ryan inhales, slowly, waiting, and Colin pauses. "I am," he says, almost thoughtfully.
Author: knowyourlips
Prompt: 052 Fire
Wordcount: 100
Rating: PG
Pairing: Greg/Ryan, Ryan/Colin
Summary: They sit, in silence; Greg lights his cigarette
AN: Title stolen from another Bon Jovi song. Because I lack creativity.
They sit, in silence; Greg lights his cigarette, Ryan leans forward to light his, and Greg pockets the lighter, pursing his lips, wordlessly offering him his smoke.
Smirking, he holds it still between his fingers, his in his mouth, too - and Greg almost winks at him.
Ryan turns to Colin, in turn, offering his, his hand outstretched, and Colin dutifully touches the end of his to it, their fingers brushing, lightly.
"I thought you were quitting," Greg says, lazily, after exhaling, his knee bumping Ryan's thigh.
Ryan inhales, slowly, waiting, and Colin pauses. "I am," he says, almost thoughtfully.