In Theory [3/4]
Title: In Theory (Part 3)
Rating: NC-17 (Or maybe PG-13. I dunno)
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Summary: Jon's doing the best he can to get Ryan back on his feet.
Disclaimer: This story was created in the depths of my mind. I don't own the characters and as far as I know, this didn't happen. And if you happen to be mentioned, CLOSE THIS PAGE! We don't need another Empires incident.
Author's Note: I'm finished with Part 3 AND 4. :D I'm posting 4 right after this. This one isn't as long as I expected, but a lot happens. I'm just happy I got it finished. I need to work on some Jon/Tom, and figure out what I'm gonna do for Valentine's day.
In Theory Part 1
In Theory Part 2
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Ryan still can't bring himself to get out of bed, so Jon just lays with him. Most of the time Ryan doesn't want to talk, prefers just laying there next to Jon, either sleeping or staring at the ceiling. But when he does talk, Jon does his best to keep the conversation light. He talks about albums he's been really into and Tom's band, how big his cats are getting and how cute Marley is. Jon's doing most of the talking, and he's pretty sure Ryan doesn't even care about all of that, but at least he's taking Ryan's mind off of all of this for awhile.
They've been laying there since Jon got here yesterday, and Jon's tired of it already. He almost can't believe Ryan's been doing nothing but this for a week. And that's when Jon realizes, oh shit, Ryan's been laying here for a week. He hasn't eaten, or showered or even seen his house since Z took all of her stuff. Ryan's never been great at taking care of himself, and with no one here, he's practically been falling apart.
"Ryan, dude, you have to get up. It's been a week. You can't lay here forever."
Ryan almost laughs a little, because yeah actually, he could. He could lay here forever and just whither away and that would be okay with him. He actually planned on it. But he's not telling Jon that. He knows he can't argue with him, and one way or another, Ryan's going to have to get up.
Jon gets up. "I'm gonna make us some lunch. Get your lazy ass up and get in the shower."
It's been twenty minutes, and yeah, it doesn't take Ryan that long to shower. He taps on the bathroom door. "Ross? You okay in there?" He doesn't get a reply, and that scares him. He opens the door and steps in. The room is incredibly steamy and the shower's still going. "Ryan?"
Still nothing. He peeks past the shower curtain. Ryan's in the fetal position, his head against his knees. Jon pulls the curtain all the way back and kneels down. "Ryan...hey, look at me."
Ryan looks up at him, and even through the water and steam, Jon can tell he's been crying. He looks so vulnerable and pathetic, and Jon's never seen him like this. It's really...sad. Jon shuts the water off and grabs a towel. He coaxes Ryan up and out of the shower, helping him so he doesn't slip. He begins towel drying Ryan's hair and smiles slightly when he smells Ryan's weird, herbal shampoo. He sends Ryan off to go get dressed, and returns to the kitchen to finish cooking the pasta he was making.
The only problem is, he's doing more spacing out than cooking. For some reason, he can't stop thinking of the way Ryan looked just now, so vulnerable and exposed. He's seen Ryan naked before, plenty of times, but this was different. He looked so easy. Easy to take advantage of, to man handle to his will...You know, if Jon were like that. He totally isn't! But he can't help but imagine Ryan, tied up to his bed as Jon--
"Jon?"
Jon turns around quickly, eyes wide, and knocks something off of the counter. Ryan looks down at the broken jar, and Jon's about to apologize like crazy, when Ryan laughs. It's the genuine kind, where he tips his head back and opens his mouth wide, and the most gorgeous sound comes out. It's enough to make Jon forget about how ridiculous he just looked, and about his former thoughts, and he starts laughing too. It's not that he thinks anything is really funny. It's just that, he was almost sure he'd never see Ryan laugh like that again.
Ryan eats a surprisingly small amount. He usually eats a lot anyways, and Jon figured he'd be starving. Ryan tells him not to worry, he'll eat more later, but it's pretty much impossible not to.
Later, they're on Ryan's couch, listening to Abbey Road and trying to get stoned out of their minds. It was Ryan's idea, but Jon was totally up for it. He's always up for getting stoned. Plus, maybe it'll help Ryan get hungry. Ryan hands the joint back to Jon, and he takes another hit before offering it back to Ryan, then putting it out in the ashtray when he declines. They sit in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the atmosphere.
"I'm sorry."
Jon looks over at Ryan. "Why's that?"
Ryan looks down guiltily. "I know I'm a handful. You flew all the way here for me, and all I've done is lay in bed and cry. I'm pathetic, I can't even take care of myself for fuck's sake. You have a family, you have a life, and I'm just getting in the way of that. I'm sorry I waste your time so much and I'm sorry you have to deal with me. I'm sorry about everything. And if you want to leave right now and never see me again, I understand and I don't blame you. It would probably be better that way."
As soon as he gets that last sentence out, Jon draws back, and punches him hard in the jaw. The force is enough to knock Ryan onto the floor, and he doesn't even have time to be surprised, because Jon's already crawling on top of him. Ryan struggles to get away, but Jon's way stronger than he is, and he has Ryan's arms pinned in no time.
"Look at me, Ross."
When Ryan doesn't respond, Jon brings his knee down hard on Ryan's crotch. "Look at me!"
Ryan groans in pain and looks up at him. What he's met with makes his chest ache a little. Jon's looking down at him, and he looks hurt. He's close to tears, and fuck, Ryan doesn't think he can handle that.
"You're an idiot, Ryan Ross. You're such a fucking idiot. If you were a burden to me, do you think I would be here? Do you think I would have been your best friend for all this time? Do you think I'd call you every day just to see how you're doing, or drop everything just to do you a favor? Yes, Ryan. You're ridiculous. You're stubborn and opinionated, and you say mean shit sometimes, and you act like a little kid and you're kind of an asshole. But none of that matters to me, because I love you too fucking much. And I hate it sometimes, but I wouldn't change it for the fucking world."
With that, Jon crashes his lips against Ryan's, and Ryan immediately feels every word that Jon just said rush into him. The kiss is hard, but it's desperate and full of so much. Care and confusion and sadness and want and love. And at that moment, Ryan really gets it. The reason Jon flew out and cared for him, why he's dealt with all of his shit and stupidity, not only now, but always. It's because Jon Walker is in love with him.
And yeah, Ryan kind of loves Jon too. A lot.
Rating: NC-17 (Or maybe PG-13. I dunno)
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Summary: Jon's doing the best he can to get Ryan back on his feet.
Disclaimer: This story was created in the depths of my mind. I don't own the characters and as far as I know, this didn't happen. And if you happen to be mentioned, CLOSE THIS PAGE! We don't need another Empires incident.
Author's Note: I'm finished with Part 3 AND 4. :D I'm posting 4 right after this. This one isn't as long as I expected, but a lot happens. I'm just happy I got it finished. I need to work on some Jon/Tom, and figure out what I'm gonna do for Valentine's day.
In Theory Part 1
In Theory Part 2
================================================================================
Ryan still can't bring himself to get out of bed, so Jon just lays with him. Most of the time Ryan doesn't want to talk, prefers just laying there next to Jon, either sleeping or staring at the ceiling. But when he does talk, Jon does his best to keep the conversation light. He talks about albums he's been really into and Tom's band, how big his cats are getting and how cute Marley is. Jon's doing most of the talking, and he's pretty sure Ryan doesn't even care about all of that, but at least he's taking Ryan's mind off of all of this for awhile.
They've been laying there since Jon got here yesterday, and Jon's tired of it already. He almost can't believe Ryan's been doing nothing but this for a week. And that's when Jon realizes, oh shit, Ryan's been laying here for a week. He hasn't eaten, or showered or even seen his house since Z took all of her stuff. Ryan's never been great at taking care of himself, and with no one here, he's practically been falling apart.
"Ryan, dude, you have to get up. It's been a week. You can't lay here forever."
Ryan almost laughs a little, because yeah actually, he could. He could lay here forever and just whither away and that would be okay with him. He actually planned on it. But he's not telling Jon that. He knows he can't argue with him, and one way or another, Ryan's going to have to get up.
Jon gets up. "I'm gonna make us some lunch. Get your lazy ass up and get in the shower."
It's been twenty minutes, and yeah, it doesn't take Ryan that long to shower. He taps on the bathroom door. "Ross? You okay in there?" He doesn't get a reply, and that scares him. He opens the door and steps in. The room is incredibly steamy and the shower's still going. "Ryan?"
Still nothing. He peeks past the shower curtain. Ryan's in the fetal position, his head against his knees. Jon pulls the curtain all the way back and kneels down. "Ryan...hey, look at me."
Ryan looks up at him, and even through the water and steam, Jon can tell he's been crying. He looks so vulnerable and pathetic, and Jon's never seen him like this. It's really...sad. Jon shuts the water off and grabs a towel. He coaxes Ryan up and out of the shower, helping him so he doesn't slip. He begins towel drying Ryan's hair and smiles slightly when he smells Ryan's weird, herbal shampoo. He sends Ryan off to go get dressed, and returns to the kitchen to finish cooking the pasta he was making.
The only problem is, he's doing more spacing out than cooking. For some reason, he can't stop thinking of the way Ryan looked just now, so vulnerable and exposed. He's seen Ryan naked before, plenty of times, but this was different. He looked so easy. Easy to take advantage of, to man handle to his will...You know, if Jon were like that. He totally isn't! But he can't help but imagine Ryan, tied up to his bed as Jon--
"Jon?"
Jon turns around quickly, eyes wide, and knocks something off of the counter. Ryan looks down at the broken jar, and Jon's about to apologize like crazy, when Ryan laughs. It's the genuine kind, where he tips his head back and opens his mouth wide, and the most gorgeous sound comes out. It's enough to make Jon forget about how ridiculous he just looked, and about his former thoughts, and he starts laughing too. It's not that he thinks anything is really funny. It's just that, he was almost sure he'd never see Ryan laugh like that again.
Ryan eats a surprisingly small amount. He usually eats a lot anyways, and Jon figured he'd be starving. Ryan tells him not to worry, he'll eat more later, but it's pretty much impossible not to.
Later, they're on Ryan's couch, listening to Abbey Road and trying to get stoned out of their minds. It was Ryan's idea, but Jon was totally up for it. He's always up for getting stoned. Plus, maybe it'll help Ryan get hungry. Ryan hands the joint back to Jon, and he takes another hit before offering it back to Ryan, then putting it out in the ashtray when he declines. They sit in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the atmosphere.
"I'm sorry."
Jon looks over at Ryan. "Why's that?"
Ryan looks down guiltily. "I know I'm a handful. You flew all the way here for me, and all I've done is lay in bed and cry. I'm pathetic, I can't even take care of myself for fuck's sake. You have a family, you have a life, and I'm just getting in the way of that. I'm sorry I waste your time so much and I'm sorry you have to deal with me. I'm sorry about everything. And if you want to leave right now and never see me again, I understand and I don't blame you. It would probably be better that way."
As soon as he gets that last sentence out, Jon draws back, and punches him hard in the jaw. The force is enough to knock Ryan onto the floor, and he doesn't even have time to be surprised, because Jon's already crawling on top of him. Ryan struggles to get away, but Jon's way stronger than he is, and he has Ryan's arms pinned in no time.
"Look at me, Ross."
When Ryan doesn't respond, Jon brings his knee down hard on Ryan's crotch. "Look at me!"
Ryan groans in pain and looks up at him. What he's met with makes his chest ache a little. Jon's looking down at him, and he looks hurt. He's close to tears, and fuck, Ryan doesn't think he can handle that.
"You're an idiot, Ryan Ross. You're such a fucking idiot. If you were a burden to me, do you think I would be here? Do you think I would have been your best friend for all this time? Do you think I'd call you every day just to see how you're doing, or drop everything just to do you a favor? Yes, Ryan. You're ridiculous. You're stubborn and opinionated, and you say mean shit sometimes, and you act like a little kid and you're kind of an asshole. But none of that matters to me, because I love you too fucking much. And I hate it sometimes, but I wouldn't change it for the fucking world."
With that, Jon crashes his lips against Ryan's, and Ryan immediately feels every word that Jon just said rush into him. The kiss is hard, but it's desperate and full of so much. Care and confusion and sadness and want and love. And at that moment, Ryan really gets it. The reason Jon flew out and cared for him, why he's dealt with all of his shit and stupidity, not only now, but always. It's because Jon Walker is in love with him.
And yeah, Ryan kind of loves Jon too. A lot.