Thirty Ways to Fall in Love With You.
Title: Thirty Ways to Fall in Love With You [Part Three]
Author: Hoshi
Pairings: Ryan/Colin
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 or something.
Summary: A series of what will be thirty drabbles on Ryan and Colin. Bite-sized fluff awaits within the cut!
Notes: All the themes used are from 30_hugs, a comm where 30 themes are given to you, and you write fics based on them. I'm not a member of the comm -- I'm just using their themes for inspiration. Oogly Moogly the Disfigured Cow LOVES YOU. ♥
Themes used: #6[oxygen], #7[tangled up], #8[fairy tales], #9[footprints], #10[just a memory].
Thirty Ways to Fall in Love With You [Part Three]
six. [oxygen]
It doesn't even faze Ryan the slightest bit anymore when audience members put him and Colin in strange positions during Moving People. Right now, their noses are touching, and they're shooting amused glances at each other. It doesn't help that they are both cross-eyed from maintaining eye contact, Ryan thinks, glad of his ability to keep a straight face whenever situations like these crop up. He stifles a chuckle when Colin is made to put an unwilling finger into a nostril, and is completely unable to resist the urge to smile when he sees the alarmed (yet somewhat tickled) confusion in Colin's eyes.
One of the girls on stage with them finds a ticklish spot by sheer coincidence, and accidentally prods Colin in the side. He feels the warm and slightly damp air where Colin exhales against his clothed collarbone, and he catches the faintest whiff of mint and cinnamon that dissipates into nothingness the next time Colin sucks in a lungful of air and wriggles away with a squeak, breaking contact.
Everyone is laughing at this point, and Ryan blinks dazedly, joining in after a beat of hesitation. He participates in the teasing when they return to their seats, attempting a few tickle-attacks of his own that causes Drew to succumb to yet another of his contagious fits of laughter. His smile wavers just a little bit when he discovers that he is absently fiddling with his collar, and he furtively pretends to adjust the microphone before snatching his hand back and busying himself with the water jug. With massive effort and a dismissive shake of head, he gathers up his inexplicably tattered concentration in time for the next game.
seven. [tangled up]
He fumbles with his words during Greatest Hits, but doesn't care at all that he is especially tongue-tied today. Colin jumps in with a random exclamation and a witty barb that he ends up raising his brows at, and Ryan works on their 'sales pitch' from there. As Wayne sputters a half-hearted protest when they announce 'Oogly Moogly, the Disfigured Cow' as the next song, they turn in unison and give him similar smug looks. Laura Hall launches into a spirited piano-intro that prompts Wayne to melt into an uncanny impression of a blues singer while the crowd claps to the beat, a steady source of noise and encouragement.
Ryan is lost in his thoughts once more.
eight. [fairy tales]
Colin takes a second to stare at the sky when he steps outside.
The happily-ever-afters he used to read in books must have happened like this, he absently muses. Tales of triumph and good-versus-evil against a backdrop of brilliant pink and orange, the sky cloudless and their shadows long as the good guys ride off into the happy future. He doesn't remember, however, reading about how cigarette smoke would curl silently into the sunset-glow, wispy and formless when a frustrated sigh forces it away from the body it is slowly poisoning with each intake of breath. Nevertheless, one cannot expect too much when you are slouched against the back of the studio wall, light make-up melting in the heat as you watch from the shadows as cars pull away, their insides full of satisfied and happy fans.
He leans against the comfortably solid surface, content with just sharing the moment for the time being, him fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater and Ryan taking long drags on his cigarette, their shoulders almost touching.
nine. [footprints]
Night falls swiftly and noiselessly, in a fashion that leaves Colin a little disoriented when Ryan nudges him lightly. He'd somehow managed to miss the arrival of nightfall even though his eyes never left the sky. Very odd, really, how time seems to slip by people just like that.
Shrugging, he pushes off the wall, reluctant to move away from the solid support behind his back. It slowly dawns on him that he is merely bone-weary, mentally and physically depleted, like the cigarette butt that Ryan casually flings away with a flick of a wrist. Falling effortlessly in step with Ryan and matching long strides with his own, he finds his attention flitting from one thing to another as he is wont to do when he is comfortable enough to know that no one is falling off their seats in expectation of a funny line or a quip or two. He is on autopilot now, following without really seeing where they’re going.
That is why he nearly runs into Ryan’s back when the latter stops, a jerky unnatural motion that causes Colin to lift his head and tear his eyes away from the trail of flattened grass that they leave in their wake.
“Colin.”
”… Hm?”
ten. [just a memory]
And then all he remembers is Ryan’s lips are on his, dry and chapped and a ghost of what Colin imagines is the taste of tobacco and the Altoids they’d both filched from Drew.
Author: Hoshi
Pairings: Ryan/Colin
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 or something.
Summary: A series of what will be thirty drabbles on Ryan and Colin. Bite-sized fluff awaits within the cut!
Notes: All the themes used are from 30_hugs, a comm where 30 themes are given to you, and you write fics based on them. I'm not a member of the comm -- I'm just using their themes for inspiration. Oogly Moogly the Disfigured Cow LOVES YOU. ♥
Themes used: #6[oxygen], #7[tangled up], #8[fairy tales], #9[footprints], #10[just a memory].
Thirty Ways to Fall in Love With You [Part Three]
six. [oxygen]
It doesn't even faze Ryan the slightest bit anymore when audience members put him and Colin in strange positions during Moving People. Right now, their noses are touching, and they're shooting amused glances at each other. It doesn't help that they are both cross-eyed from maintaining eye contact, Ryan thinks, glad of his ability to keep a straight face whenever situations like these crop up. He stifles a chuckle when Colin is made to put an unwilling finger into a nostril, and is completely unable to resist the urge to smile when he sees the alarmed (yet somewhat tickled) confusion in Colin's eyes.
One of the girls on stage with them finds a ticklish spot by sheer coincidence, and accidentally prods Colin in the side. He feels the warm and slightly damp air where Colin exhales against his clothed collarbone, and he catches the faintest whiff of mint and cinnamon that dissipates into nothingness the next time Colin sucks in a lungful of air and wriggles away with a squeak, breaking contact.
Everyone is laughing at this point, and Ryan blinks dazedly, joining in after a beat of hesitation. He participates in the teasing when they return to their seats, attempting a few tickle-attacks of his own that causes Drew to succumb to yet another of his contagious fits of laughter. His smile wavers just a little bit when he discovers that he is absently fiddling with his collar, and he furtively pretends to adjust the microphone before snatching his hand back and busying himself with the water jug. With massive effort and a dismissive shake of head, he gathers up his inexplicably tattered concentration in time for the next game.
seven. [tangled up]
He fumbles with his words during Greatest Hits, but doesn't care at all that he is especially tongue-tied today. Colin jumps in with a random exclamation and a witty barb that he ends up raising his brows at, and Ryan works on their 'sales pitch' from there. As Wayne sputters a half-hearted protest when they announce 'Oogly Moogly, the Disfigured Cow' as the next song, they turn in unison and give him similar smug looks. Laura Hall launches into a spirited piano-intro that prompts Wayne to melt into an uncanny impression of a blues singer while the crowd claps to the beat, a steady source of noise and encouragement.
Ryan is lost in his thoughts once more.
eight. [fairy tales]
Colin takes a second to stare at the sky when he steps outside.
The happily-ever-afters he used to read in books must have happened like this, he absently muses. Tales of triumph and good-versus-evil against a backdrop of brilliant pink and orange, the sky cloudless and their shadows long as the good guys ride off into the happy future. He doesn't remember, however, reading about how cigarette smoke would curl silently into the sunset-glow, wispy and formless when a frustrated sigh forces it away from the body it is slowly poisoning with each intake of breath. Nevertheless, one cannot expect too much when you are slouched against the back of the studio wall, light make-up melting in the heat as you watch from the shadows as cars pull away, their insides full of satisfied and happy fans.
He leans against the comfortably solid surface, content with just sharing the moment for the time being, him fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweater and Ryan taking long drags on his cigarette, their shoulders almost touching.
nine. [footprints]
Night falls swiftly and noiselessly, in a fashion that leaves Colin a little disoriented when Ryan nudges him lightly. He'd somehow managed to miss the arrival of nightfall even though his eyes never left the sky. Very odd, really, how time seems to slip by people just like that.
Shrugging, he pushes off the wall, reluctant to move away from the solid support behind his back. It slowly dawns on him that he is merely bone-weary, mentally and physically depleted, like the cigarette butt that Ryan casually flings away with a flick of a wrist. Falling effortlessly in step with Ryan and matching long strides with his own, he finds his attention flitting from one thing to another as he is wont to do when he is comfortable enough to know that no one is falling off their seats in expectation of a funny line or a quip or two. He is on autopilot now, following without really seeing where they’re going.
That is why he nearly runs into Ryan’s back when the latter stops, a jerky unnatural motion that causes Colin to lift his head and tear his eyes away from the trail of flattened grass that they leave in their wake.
“Colin.”
”… Hm?”
ten. [just a memory]
And then all he remembers is Ryan’s lips are on his, dry and chapped and a ghost of what Colin imagines is the taste of tobacco and the Altoids they’d both filched from Drew.