Counting backwards.
Title: Counting Backwards
Author: Hoshi
Pairings: Ryan/Colin
Ratings/Warnings: PG? Don't make me rate things, I don't know how to. T_T
Summary: Snapshots of their relationship, told in numbers.
[Five.]
Ryan laughs, a happy noise that rumbles from deep in his throat when he lifts his palm to meet Colin's. They stay like that for a while, grinning like idiots and pretending like it isn't just an excuse to touch each other. Both of them hardly daring to move in spite of the fact that Colin's hands were beginning to feel a little damp from the shared warmth, they watch the rain batter against the car windows with detached fascination.
"... Yeah, your hands are warmer." Ryan says quietly, the thought of breaking contact never even occurring to him as he lowers his hand. His goofy grin fades into a contemplative quirk of lips and Colin peers at him with a look that is akin to anticipation. The heavy downfall outside threatens to drown out his words, but the both of them know better than anyone else that words aren’t necessary when they finally meet each other’s eyes.
Ryan tries anyway.
"… So keep mine warm too."
Colin doesn't nod, doesn't say a word, but his fingers curl around Ryan's own and stay there for the rest of the car ride.
[Four.]
They are invincible together.
Effortlessly and seamlessly creating comedy out of nothing at all, save for their trust in one another.
Then the buzzer rings, and it reminds them that they are two of four, and they return to their seats, high on applause and laughter and each other as they sip at their glasses of water and wait for Drew to announce the next game.
[Three.]
Colin finds out that the vicious sinking feeling that appears whenever he sees Ryan kiss Pat isn’t really heartburn. After a while, he finds out also that he will never ever get used to it - no matter how many times it happens.
He wishes fervently that it were actually the heartburn that hurt so much.
Three’s a crowd after all, he reasons to himself, and makes a hasty escape to his car.
[Two.]
He never quite makes it to his desired destination.
Not that he minds it very much at all.
Because Ryan noticed - he noticed, dammit - and he’d followed him out, cornering him by his car, eyes blazing and furious with himself for doing this to Colin. And all Colin can do is laugh, breathless wheezes far too close to tearful relief when Ryan grabs hold of his hand and pulls him into an embrace.
“I’m sorry and I love you, loveyouloveyou, don’t cry, pleasedon’tcry Iloveyou…”
Colin inhales sharply and lifts his head long enough to whisper something that sounds like “I think I love you too,” before he presses his face into Ryan’s rumpled shirt and doesn’t cry.
[One.]
RyanandColin.
ColinandRyan.
To others they are one single entity, a duo so unbreakable and so fitted for each other that there are few who can rival their natural chemistry.
To Drew, they are a single sentence. One cannot be mentioned without the other.
Greg and Brad think they’re cute little love monkeys and should shimmy up a nice tree and stay there, picking lice out of each other’s fur and making up terrible puns for all eternity.
Ryan thinks they are far more than all of that, and he doesn’t have to ask Colin to know that he thinks the same thing.
That’s what they’re known to do after all.
*
finis.
^___^ Damn you insomnia. ♥
Author: Hoshi
Pairings: Ryan/Colin
Ratings/Warnings: PG? Don't make me rate things, I don't know how to. T_T
Summary: Snapshots of their relationship, told in numbers.
[Five.]
Ryan laughs, a happy noise that rumbles from deep in his throat when he lifts his palm to meet Colin's. They stay like that for a while, grinning like idiots and pretending like it isn't just an excuse to touch each other. Both of them hardly daring to move in spite of the fact that Colin's hands were beginning to feel a little damp from the shared warmth, they watch the rain batter against the car windows with detached fascination.
"... Yeah, your hands are warmer." Ryan says quietly, the thought of breaking contact never even occurring to him as he lowers his hand. His goofy grin fades into a contemplative quirk of lips and Colin peers at him with a look that is akin to anticipation. The heavy downfall outside threatens to drown out his words, but the both of them know better than anyone else that words aren’t necessary when they finally meet each other’s eyes.
Ryan tries anyway.
"… So keep mine warm too."
Colin doesn't nod, doesn't say a word, but his fingers curl around Ryan's own and stay there for the rest of the car ride.
[Four.]
They are invincible together.
Effortlessly and seamlessly creating comedy out of nothing at all, save for their trust in one another.
Then the buzzer rings, and it reminds them that they are two of four, and they return to their seats, high on applause and laughter and each other as they sip at their glasses of water and wait for Drew to announce the next game.
[Three.]
Colin finds out that the vicious sinking feeling that appears whenever he sees Ryan kiss Pat isn’t really heartburn. After a while, he finds out also that he will never ever get used to it - no matter how many times it happens.
He wishes fervently that it were actually the heartburn that hurt so much.
Three’s a crowd after all, he reasons to himself, and makes a hasty escape to his car.
[Two.]
He never quite makes it to his desired destination.
Not that he minds it very much at all.
Because Ryan noticed - he noticed, dammit - and he’d followed him out, cornering him by his car, eyes blazing and furious with himself for doing this to Colin. And all Colin can do is laugh, breathless wheezes far too close to tearful relief when Ryan grabs hold of his hand and pulls him into an embrace.
“I’m sorry and I love you, loveyouloveyou, don’t cry, pleasedon’tcry Iloveyou…”
Colin inhales sharply and lifts his head long enough to whisper something that sounds like “I think I love you too,” before he presses his face into Ryan’s rumpled shirt and doesn’t cry.
[One.]
RyanandColin.
ColinandRyan.
To others they are one single entity, a duo so unbreakable and so fitted for each other that there are few who can rival their natural chemistry.
To Drew, they are a single sentence. One cannot be mentioned without the other.
Greg and Brad think they’re cute little love monkeys and should shimmy up a nice tree and stay there, picking lice out of each other’s fur and making up terrible puns for all eternity.
Ryan thinks they are far more than all of that, and he doesn’t have to ask Colin to know that he thinks the same thing.
That’s what they’re known to do after all.
*
finis.
^___^ Damn you insomnia. ♥