Bonds (/Dysfunctional)
That last part is Sam’s contribution. ” Lyle rolled his eyes dramatically and then added in a whisper, “Some households are always short of gun oil I hear.”
Stephen tried to keep a straight face at first but soon he couldn’t help it and burst out laughing, drawing several curious sets of eyes to them. It’s been too long since anyone saw him smile openly, let alone laugh without restraint, and he could feel the heat of Ryan’s gaze burning his cheek. After a moment’s hesitation Stephen turned to meet Ryan’s eyes with a rare smile in his own and he could already feel desire burn its way down his spine. He wouldn’t be able to wait till they got home.
Lyle recognized the look and just rolled his eyes fondly with a smile at Sam, who looked like a small child in front of the brightly lit Christmas tree with her eyes constantly flickering from Ryan to Stephen and then back to Ryan. She laughed mutely when accidentally meeting Lyle’s eyes and shrugged. With a slight wince that didn’t escape Ryan’s attention she bent down, taking out her considerably large bottle of gun oil and pushed it into Ryan’s hand.
“Don’t use it all at once, Tommy,” she gave a little peck on his cheek and flinging her bag on her shoulder walked off - with a clever little beeline around Cutter and an indecently excited Connor - to where Davis and Kermit were packing their kit back into the car, getting ready to drive off. Lyle was about to follow her and help Sullivan and Parker when Stephen suddenly caught his arm.
“Lyle. Can I ask you something?”
“Sorry, mate, I’m not into threesomes,” Lyle shrugged with mock regret in his voice, but Stephen ignored him, too focused on his own question.
“How did they meet? Sam and Ryan, I mean.”
The grin immediately melted off Lyle’s face and he suddenly looked as tired as he must have been feeling after such a long day.
“That’s not for me to tell,” he said soberly.
“Is it that much of a secret?”
“None of the lads know apart from Blade and me. He was there and me it took six years to get it out of them.”
“Six years?” Stephen asked in horror, eyes wide.
“Don’t worry,” Lyle smiled, letting his carefree manner slip back in place. “It won’t take you that long. You’re the bloody One Ring to Ryan’s little Frodo… he won’t be able to keep it from you.”
With a last wide grin and a knowing wink Lyle walked off to the car, leaving Stephen wondering whether he should ask Connor for a translation.
Stephen tried to keep a straight face at first but soon he couldn’t help it and burst out laughing, drawing several curious sets of eyes to them. It’s been too long since anyone saw him smile openly, let alone laugh without restraint, and he could feel the heat of Ryan’s gaze burning his cheek. After a moment’s hesitation Stephen turned to meet Ryan’s eyes with a rare smile in his own and he could already feel desire burn its way down his spine. He wouldn’t be able to wait till they got home.
Lyle recognized the look and just rolled his eyes fondly with a smile at Sam, who looked like a small child in front of the brightly lit Christmas tree with her eyes constantly flickering from Ryan to Stephen and then back to Ryan. She laughed mutely when accidentally meeting Lyle’s eyes and shrugged. With a slight wince that didn’t escape Ryan’s attention she bent down, taking out her considerably large bottle of gun oil and pushed it into Ryan’s hand.
“Don’t use it all at once, Tommy,” she gave a little peck on his cheek and flinging her bag on her shoulder walked off - with a clever little beeline around Cutter and an indecently excited Connor - to where Davis and Kermit were packing their kit back into the car, getting ready to drive off. Lyle was about to follow her and help Sullivan and Parker when Stephen suddenly caught his arm.
“Lyle. Can I ask you something?”
“Sorry, mate, I’m not into threesomes,” Lyle shrugged with mock regret in his voice, but Stephen ignored him, too focused on his own question.
“How did they meet? Sam and Ryan, I mean.”
The grin immediately melted off Lyle’s face and he suddenly looked as tired as he must have been feeling after such a long day.
“That’s not for me to tell,” he said soberly.
“Is it that much of a secret?”
“None of the lads know apart from Blade and me. He was there and me it took six years to get it out of them.”
“Six years?” Stephen asked in horror, eyes wide.
“Don’t worry,” Lyle smiled, letting his carefree manner slip back in place. “It won’t take you that long. You’re the bloody One Ring to Ryan’s little Frodo… he won’t be able to keep it from you.”
With a last wide grin and a knowing wink Lyle walked off to the car, leaving Stephen wondering whether he should ask Connor for a translation.