Fic: The Carbs
So, this is another fanfic by me. Same fandom, same pairing, same old, same old. This is an alternative take on an incident that takes place on the Fourth Season episode "Till Death Do Us Apart", where Ryan has been detoxing, apparently on kind of a juice diet (what are they called?) and attacks Esposito because of a donut.
A little backround here; I have literally survived a week with basically nothing but blueberries and clean water. It was NOT a diet, but a kind of a survival course thingie I took. A week, in the woods, with blueberries. I can tell you right now, it was a totally crazy week. I totally would have eaten almost anything off of anybodys face (oops, spoiler...). It's not a joke either. Funny, how you don't really feel hungry during such an ordeal, but you can think nothing but food. You FANTASIZE about food. So I can totally see Ryan acting as he does here in my little ficlet -_- It's realism, seriously. Like, adult seriously. Right? RIGHT??
Anywhooo....here it is.
Title: The Carbs
Fandom: Castle
Pairing: Esposito/Ryan
Genre: Humour
Rating: Uh, I dunno, PG-13? R? What ever..
Warnings: unbetad, kissing (eek!)
What if the donut sequence in Till Death Do Us apart went a little differently?
The damned man was flaunting that donut. Waving it in the air, whirling it, spreading the delicious, sugary, greasy scent around. Eating it in huge chunks. Wolfing it. He had lost count of all the delicious little things Javi had been stuffing to his face today. Like he was constantly eating something. Was he always like this?
Ryan was sure the man was taunting him deliberately for being the whimpy “Honeymilk” and actually detoxing just because his fiancé told so. Sure, the stupid green …stuff.. he kept gulping was coming out of his ears. Why the hell did Jenny think he needed to detox? He was fit and healthy, right? Or, maybe it was that certain awkward, uh, equipment malfunction moment, that prompted this. He had thought Jenny was right, and it all was just because of all the unhealthy stuff he ate, but the whole clearing his body and mind thing was clearing his mind a bit too much.
He was having second thoughts. Maybe it wasn’t the toxins. The idea of being married to a person that wouldn’t arouse him was a nightmare. He kept saying to himself, that Jenny was sweet and cute, and he’d never find a girl like that if he dumped her now, but all this was starting to feel like a cage closing around him. Maybe Castle was right all along, about marriages…
Ryan hadn’t been listening at all about Esposito’s rant about Lanie’s plus one and Ryan’s wingman duties. The other was still waving the treat, sending sugar flying everywhere. Ryan’s eyes bulged when he saw some of it land on his tie. Inconspicuously he put his finger in his mouth to moisten it, and then dabbed gently the sugar from the garment. He admired the little sparkly bits on his fingertip before ecstatically putting it into his mouth.
“Bro? The hell are you doing?” Esposito asked, furrowing his brow. Ryan stopped mid sucking. The finger quickly popped out of his mouth.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Yeah, anyway..” Esposito said looking suspicious, but carried on with his ranting. Ryan continued staring at the pastry amorously.
“That’s a lot of cake!” Javi said cheerfully, making Ryan frown.
“Why do you have to call it cake. It’s money.” Seriously. What was it with Javi and food today. Insufferable. The whole day was insufferable.
Later on the same day they were returning from gathering info and were just exchanging some, when Ryan finally snapped. Javi was stuffing another sugary thing into his mouth talking at the same time. He stopped them in the hallway.
“Do you have to be such a stereotype!” he groaned.
“What?” Javi pouted.
“Stuffing that to your face”, he said angrily, and indicated towards the inviting piece of carbohydrates. Javier looked resolute. He lifted the pastry to their eyelevel, opened his mouth and bit a big chunk of it. Ryan’s expression darkened.
“No you didn’t… Gimme that!” Ryan bounced for the pastry, but Esposito was too fast for him. He held the donut high above his head, tiptoeing. Ryan was shorter, so no matter how he tried, he couldn’t reach the damn thing. Desperate situations call for desperate measures. Ryan stilled for a split moment. Javi looked at him in confusion, and as soon as he saw the devious twinkle in the blue eyes, he knew he was doomed. His sugar coated lips started to form a “DON’T!” when another pair was mashed against them.
A hand pulling Esposito’s tie kept his head in place, not that he was fighting Ryan; he was waaay too surprised. He just stood there, dumbfounded and eyes wide, while one eager Irishman took his time licking all the sugar and glazing off of those plump lips.
After just a few delicious moments Ryan pulled back, licking his own lips and smirking. Esposito stood still, an arm extended above his head and with a vacant expression on his face. And just like that, Ryan suddenly sprinted away.
“What the hell were you two just doing?” Beckett asked from across the room, a file on her hands. Esposito stared at her stupidly. He slowly brought his hand down and looked at it.
“He took my donut!” he grunted with disbelief, and ran after his partner growling and cursing. Beckett stood there looking after the two with an unreadable expression.
“Right.” She said, and went to get a coffee.
A little backround here; I have literally survived a week with basically nothing but blueberries and clean water. It was NOT a diet, but a kind of a survival course thingie I took. A week, in the woods, with blueberries. I can tell you right now, it was a totally crazy week. I totally would have eaten almost anything off of anybodys face (oops, spoiler...). It's not a joke either. Funny, how you don't really feel hungry during such an ordeal, but you can think nothing but food. You FANTASIZE about food. So I can totally see Ryan acting as he does here in my little ficlet -_- It's realism, seriously. Like, adult seriously. Right? RIGHT??
Anywhooo....here it is.
Title: The Carbs
Fandom: Castle
Pairing: Esposito/Ryan
Genre: Humour
Rating: Uh, I dunno, PG-13? R? What ever..
Warnings: unbetad, kissing (eek!)
What if the donut sequence in Till Death Do Us apart went a little differently?
The damned man was flaunting that donut. Waving it in the air, whirling it, spreading the delicious, sugary, greasy scent around. Eating it in huge chunks. Wolfing it. He had lost count of all the delicious little things Javi had been stuffing to his face today. Like he was constantly eating something. Was he always like this?
Ryan was sure the man was taunting him deliberately for being the whimpy “Honeymilk” and actually detoxing just because his fiancé told so. Sure, the stupid green …stuff.. he kept gulping was coming out of his ears. Why the hell did Jenny think he needed to detox? He was fit and healthy, right? Or, maybe it was that certain awkward, uh, equipment malfunction moment, that prompted this. He had thought Jenny was right, and it all was just because of all the unhealthy stuff he ate, but the whole clearing his body and mind thing was clearing his mind a bit too much.
He was having second thoughts. Maybe it wasn’t the toxins. The idea of being married to a person that wouldn’t arouse him was a nightmare. He kept saying to himself, that Jenny was sweet and cute, and he’d never find a girl like that if he dumped her now, but all this was starting to feel like a cage closing around him. Maybe Castle was right all along, about marriages…
Ryan hadn’t been listening at all about Esposito’s rant about Lanie’s plus one and Ryan’s wingman duties. The other was still waving the treat, sending sugar flying everywhere. Ryan’s eyes bulged when he saw some of it land on his tie. Inconspicuously he put his finger in his mouth to moisten it, and then dabbed gently the sugar from the garment. He admired the little sparkly bits on his fingertip before ecstatically putting it into his mouth.
“Bro? The hell are you doing?” Esposito asked, furrowing his brow. Ryan stopped mid sucking. The finger quickly popped out of his mouth.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Yeah, anyway..” Esposito said looking suspicious, but carried on with his ranting. Ryan continued staring at the pastry amorously.
“That’s a lot of cake!” Javi said cheerfully, making Ryan frown.
“Why do you have to call it cake. It’s money.” Seriously. What was it with Javi and food today. Insufferable. The whole day was insufferable.
Later on the same day they were returning from gathering info and were just exchanging some, when Ryan finally snapped. Javi was stuffing another sugary thing into his mouth talking at the same time. He stopped them in the hallway.
“Do you have to be such a stereotype!” he groaned.
“What?” Javi pouted.
“Stuffing that to your face”, he said angrily, and indicated towards the inviting piece of carbohydrates. Javier looked resolute. He lifted the pastry to their eyelevel, opened his mouth and bit a big chunk of it. Ryan’s expression darkened.
“No you didn’t… Gimme that!” Ryan bounced for the pastry, but Esposito was too fast for him. He held the donut high above his head, tiptoeing. Ryan was shorter, so no matter how he tried, he couldn’t reach the damn thing. Desperate situations call for desperate measures. Ryan stilled for a split moment. Javi looked at him in confusion, and as soon as he saw the devious twinkle in the blue eyes, he knew he was doomed. His sugar coated lips started to form a “DON’T!” when another pair was mashed against them.
A hand pulling Esposito’s tie kept his head in place, not that he was fighting Ryan; he was waaay too surprised. He just stood there, dumbfounded and eyes wide, while one eager Irishman took his time licking all the sugar and glazing off of those plump lips.
After just a few delicious moments Ryan pulled back, licking his own lips and smirking. Esposito stood still, an arm extended above his head and with a vacant expression on his face. And just like that, Ryan suddenly sprinted away.
“What the hell were you two just doing?” Beckett asked from across the room, a file on her hands. Esposito stared at her stupidly. He slowly brought his hand down and looked at it.
“He took my donut!” he grunted with disbelief, and ran after his partner growling and cursing. Beckett stood there looking after the two with an unreadable expression.
“Right.” She said, and went to get a coffee.