I would give up anything if you would just...the_sidewinderMay 8 2008, 19:52:11 UTC
(You don't want feminine!jailbait!Jon/Ryan and then you give me that as a prompt? Fine. Here goes.)
Jon wants to kiss Ryan again, his thin face cupped between Jon's large, tanned hands, their bodies pressed together, toe to toe and heart to heart. He wants to pass his hand over Ryan's light skin and let his fingers dance in his hair. But not this Ryan. The Ryan who drinks and laughs and writes such light-hearted tunes, the Ryan who wraps himself in his girlfriend and his piano lessons, the Ryan who wears loud shirts and cord trousers and doesn't brush his hair. The Ryan who stays in his own bunk at nights, and peppers his girlfriend with kisses from the lips Jon remembers so well. That's not what he wants.
Jon Walker joined the band for Ryan, the old Ryan, his Ryan. For the flouncy shirts and ruffles, the intricate make up, the masks and the metaphors, the lyrics that took so much deciphering. Jon's Ryan was vulnerable and young and their relationship depended on Ryan needing him. Although the kisses were short and few, and the silences that followed were long and painful, Jon would give anything to swap the days. It's a purely selfish impulse; he knows Ryan is happier now, more confident. But he would give anything to turn back the clock and have his Ryan back again, to kiss him one more time.
Jon wants to kiss Ryan again, his thin face cupped between Jon's large, tanned hands, their bodies pressed together, toe to toe and heart to heart. He wants to pass his hand over Ryan's light skin and let his fingers dance in his hair. But not this Ryan. The Ryan who drinks and laughs and writes such light-hearted tunes, the Ryan who wraps himself in his girlfriend and his piano lessons, the Ryan who wears loud shirts and cord trousers and doesn't brush his hair. The Ryan who stays in his own bunk at nights, and peppers his girlfriend with kisses from the lips Jon remembers so well. That's not what he wants.
Jon Walker joined the band for Ryan, the old Ryan, his Ryan. For the flouncy shirts and ruffles, the intricate make up, the masks and the metaphors, the lyrics that took so much deciphering. Jon's Ryan was vulnerable and young and their relationship depended on Ryan needing him. Although the kisses were short and few, and the silences that followed were long and painful, Jon would give anything to swap the days. It's a purely selfish impulse; he knows Ryan is happier now, more confident. But he would give anything to turn back the clock and have his Ryan back again, to kiss him one more time.
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Aw.
But Ryan loves the vag.
Alas. ;_____;
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