Tapioca - Chapter 2
Here's Chapter 2. I don't think it's as good as Chapter 1. I've driven for four hours from England to Scotland, so I'm really tired :P And feeling weird. How sad is Michael Jackson's death?
Title: Tapioca
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: R for language and smooching. Well, one smooch.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Wish I did. But I don't.
Tapioca - Chapter 2
The next five years of Colin's life in Fracture was mostly uneventful. At first, he was shocked at the amount of attempted break outs, and how he never saw those guys again. He knew what happened to them. One needle. He and Ryan had become closer. They had had to. Living together for the next forty years kind of forces people to like each other. But Colin knew it was more than that. In Ryan, he had found a friend who understood him without him having to say what was on his mind. Ryan had found that too. Since his teens, he had had to play the big part of a hard man, someone who was not to be messed with. He wasn't. If you pissed Ryan off, chances are that you wouldn't have a mouth to piss him off again. With Colin, he felt that he could let his guard down, he wouldn't get hurt or backstabbed with Colin. Only Colin called him Ryan. Or Ry. He liked Ry. He called him Col in returned. One guy tried to call Colin by his first name once. After a short chat from Colin, the man never called him that again. He never talked to either of them ever again. Colin had later explained to Ryan that he had threatened to show him why the two of them were in jail in the first place. Both their crimes were things of legend around in the jail, and no-one wanted a first hand view of either of their tempers. Ryan's flared more than Colin's did. But Colin was also the person who could calm Ryan down faster than anyone had ever been able to. Hell, he had been the only person who could ever calm him down!
They were standing in the queue for lunch. Drew was still doing as many duties as he could, so they would get almost double a normal portion. Today's meal was macaroni cheese which had become a favourite for Colin. Ryan hated it.
"It's too fucking chewy!" Ryan grumbled.
"I like it. The sauce is nice."
"Swap you for your dessert then."
"Fuck off! I like chocolate pudding."
"You're gonna leave me hungry......" Ryan said in a sing-song voice.
"I don't care......" Colin sang back.
"You do......."
"I don't......"
"C'mon Col! Please!"
"Fine, if it'll shut you up."
"It won't, but give me it anyway."
Ryan turned his head to find a new guy in the prison staring at them.
"You finding something interesting boy?" Ryan said. He didn't like the way the kid was looking at him, but he was getting pissed off at the disgusted look currently settled on his face.
"Yeah. You singing to your boyfriend?" The kid asked. The room stopped. Everybody fell silent. Even the two guards currently on duty, Patterson and Leveson. Every eye was focused on Ryan.
"What's your name boy?"
"Don't call me boy. Sessions. John Sessions."
"You're pissing me off John Sessions."
"And?" The kid sneered back.
Colin stepped in front of Ryan, hoping to get the kid away before Ryan's temper took off. His own was hanging by a thread but he hoped that he could deal with this situation with using violence. "And you're in serious danger of loosing your two front teeth, kid."
"Don't call me kid, you faggot."
Colin had been called a lot of names in his time. Queer, gay, poof. But those were accepted names in a way. Faggot, however. That annoyed him. Before Sessions could even process what he had said, Colin had swung his lunch tray at him, knocking him sideways into the nearest table. He jumped on top of Sessions, swinging wildly, punching every inch of him he could reach. Ryan jumped in, and told Colin to hold him. Grabbing hold of a nearby tray, he swung the tray upwards, instantly breaking the kid's nose on contact. His scream wasn't heard over the cheers of the other inmates, who had crowded round them to watch. Ryan balled his hand into a fist, and made contact with the man's mouth, and fulfilled Colin's promise to the man earlier. His front two teeth hit the floor, their owner shortly after as Colin released him. Ryan leaned over and grabbed a handful of Sessions' hair and pulled him up so he could see Ryan's face.
"Don't you ever call him a faggot again. You do, next time, we won't stop."
"But he is. I heard it."
Ryan gave him a swift kick to the stomach, leaving the man winded, gasping for breath.
"You're not hearing me. I don't care if he is. I don't care if he's not. I care if you've offended him. I think you have. So listen to me, cos if I have to repeat myself, I'll make sure you never hear anything again. Got me?"
Sessions nodded. Well, he nodded as much as a person could when they were currently being levitated by their hair.
"You're gonna apologise. You're never call him a faggot again. You're gonna accept that it's not your business if he is. You're never gonna speak to him again." He gave him a shake to make sure his point was across. "Apologise."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry what?"
"I'm sorry sir. It doesn't matter if you are gay, and it's not my business. I'm sorry that I offended you."
Ryan released Sessions' hair, and joined Colin in going back to the queue. They had both lost their meal during the fight, and had no intention of going back to their cells hungry.
"Two portions Dr-" That was all Ryan managed to say before he felt something being shot into his back, forcing him to double over in pain. He looked over at Colin to see him in similar pain, falling to his knees, and onto his back. There were electric shocks going through his body, temporarily paralysing both of them. As the pain stopped and they got their breath back, they looked up to see the two guards sneering down at them.
"Oh, bad boys," Patterson said, the superiority he felt dripping in every word he spoke, "You know where bad boys go right?"
"Your mother's house, I heard she likes it rough." Colin said, not thinking. He was rewarded with another shock of electric volts going through his body.
"Bastard!" Ryan shouted and got up, running towards Patterson. He only managed a step however before Leveson pulled the trigger on his shock gun, Ryan fell to his knees again. He heard a scream, and turned round to find Patterson holding the trigger on his gun, torturing Colin almost to the point of blacking out. Rumour had it that the prison brought shock guns in because Ryan had arrived. And now they were using it on the only person Ryan cared about. While Leveson was busy watching Patterson, Ryan reached out and grabbed a fork lying on the floor. He was too weak from the shocks to find anything else. Turning round, still on his knees, he threw the fork at Patterson's leg, where it stuck, quivering, forcing Patterson to drop his shock gun on the floor. Leveson, to his credit, quickly picked up the gun before Ryan even shuffled forward.
"Dan? You alright?" Leveson questioned.
"Yeah," Patterson grunted back. He reached down and pulled the fork out of his leg, blood slowly dripping from it onto the floor. "You boys are gonna pay for this one. Fucking double act. Wouldn't surprise me if you two were fucking."
Colin had regained a small amount of strength, and used it to grab Patterson's injured leg and twist it, making Patterson fall to the floor in immense pain.
"You evil little faggot." He spewed, punching Colin squarely on the his left cheek at the same time Leveson pulled the trigger on the shock gun. The combination left Colin barely conscious. Ryan moved towards Leveson to attempt to the guns off him, but was stopped by the electricity suddenly flowing through his body again. Their torture was cut off by the arrival of Officer Brady, and Warden Frost.
"What the fuck's going on here?" Frost shouted.
"Stiles and Mochrie started a fight. It was the only way we could get them to stop."
"Bullshit!" A voice came from the crowd, still watching everything going on. Greg Proops pushed his way through the crowd, quickly followed by Brad, Jeff and Chip. "Yeah, they beat that little shit up, but only cos he called Mochrie a faggot. They stopped though. They're using the guns on them for nothing! They didn't threatened them!" He finished, pointing between the two guards.
"He's got a injury." Frost said, pointing at Patterson, who was currently trying to stand up.
"Yeah, cos they were shocking Mochrie so much that he was gonna pass out!" Brad shouted. The other inmates were beginning to cheer loudly, hoping to secure the softest punishment for Ryan and Colin.
Frost did not care for their support though. He took his gun from his holster, raised it straight up and shot once in the air. The cheering suddenly stopped. "I don't care what happened. One of my officers is injured. You two are to blame. Take them to confinement." As he turned to leave, he knelt down beside Colin, his gun still in his hand. "You are a faggot, aren't you Mochrie?" He said, his voice loud enough for the whole canteen to hear. He wanted them to hear. He knew how much reputations stood for, and how easily they could be shattered. "I know your type. Is Stiles your fuck buddy? I bet he is. Stiles is a faggot too. Did you know that? I'll make your time in confinement a bit easier shall I?" He stood back up, Colin too weak to throw the punch he was desperately trying to muster. "Make sure they are in confinement together. Wouldn't want them to go long without seeing each other, would we?" Frost said to Patterson, who nodded once, and hauled Ryan to his face.
"You done right Stiles!" Greg suddenly shouted. Ryan gave a small smile and watching as Brady and Leveson raised Colin, all but dragging him out of the canteen. It was only a short walk, before they were thrown into a small cell with only a single bed and a toilet. Nothing else. No windows, no room for air. The room was tiny for one person. For two men of their height, it left no breathing space.
"You can share a bed, fuck heads." Patterson said, through the slip in the door. "You'll be used to sharing a bed though right?" He chuckled as he close the door, leaving Ryan and Colin in pitch darkness.
"You OK Col?"
A pain filled grunt was his answer. He could hear movement as Colin heaved himself onto the small bed available. "Are you?" He whispered.
"No. Those fucking guns hurt."
Colin gave a small laugh, before he found that laughing was painful. "Yeah, I know. I don't think that kid will ever be the same though."
"He deserved it."
"Thanks Ry."
Ryan looked over at the outline of Colin's lying on the bed. "What for?"
"Sticking up for me."
"Oh yeah, that. Well, you know, couldn't have my only friend getting hurt."
"I'm not your only friend."
"You're my only proper friend. Everyone else is just nice to me so I don't beat the shit out of them."
"True. That's what I thought when I first came here."
"Really?" A small amount of hurt creeping into Ryan's voice.
"Not now though. Now I'm your friend cos you'll keep yourself in confinement and shocked to defend me. I like it."
Ryan smiled widely, knowing that Colin wouldn't be able to see in the darkness. They sat in silence for a while, until Ryan could hear the soft snores of Colin. He was lying on his right side, against the wall, trying not to hurt the bruise that laying claim to his entire cheek and jaw. Feeling around slightly in the dark, Ryan found that Colin had left a good size of the bed for him. He wanted Ryan to sleep beside him. Quickly analyzing the bed, Ryan realised that they would have to sleep really, really close together. It didn't bother him. He liked Colin, more than he really should. He had always preferred men. But in the profession that he was in, he couldn't show it. So he slept with girls, accepting their flirting with a simple hand gesture, trading stories with the men he worked with. He had slept with men, but on the sly. He couldn't show that he was gay. He'd be dead for sure.
"Ry?" Col whispered.
"Yeah?" Ryan said, back, speaking in hushed tones. For some reason, Colin wanted to be this conversation as quiet as possible.
"Are you gay?"
Ryan halted for a second. If he answered truthfully, this would be the first time he had ever answered it honestly. But with Colin, he didn't care. He didn't want to hide it. He didn't have to. "Er, yeah, I'd say I am."
"Is that why you jumped in when he called me a faggot?"
"Yeah. It just, it pisses me off so much when I hear that."
"Me too. You going to sleep?"
"Probably. That shock thing took it right outta me." He rearranged himself so he was almost spooning Colin, but keeping his hands to himself. He didn't want to think what would happen if he touched Colin.
"Night Ry."
"Night Col."
Colin reached over to grab one of Ryan's hand, and brought it round himself so Ryan was hugging him from behind. He loved the feeling, the feeling of being protected. He turned himself round, pillowing his head on his arm in an attempt not to hit his cheek. He looked into Ryan's eyes, and saw what Ryan felt for him. Immense attraction, an extreme fondness, and a hint of lust. How Colin wanted to make eyes fill with that lust. But he couldn't. They were being looking in on every ten minutes, and they had no privacy. He did manage to show Ryan that he felt the same. He shuffled forward slightly, and pressed his lips to Ryan's. He expected him to pull away, to shout at him, perhaps to even hit him. Instead, Ryan began to move his lips against Colin's, running his tongue along Colin's bottom lip. He invaded Colin's mouth, tasting the man who he had protected. Colin stopped, smiling and fought the sleep overcoming him. He opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by Ryan holding up a finger.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Hopefully we'll be out by then. Go to sleep."
Colin closed his eyes, feeling his fatigue overcome him, Ryan's arm wrapped around him. He knew that the guards would make fun of him, and of Ryan, that the inmates might try the same stunt that Sessions had pulled earlier. But, as he lay basking in the warmth of Ryan, ignoring the pull of hunger in his belly, he decided that Ryan was right. He'd worried about it tomorrow.
Title: Tapioca
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: R for language and smooching. Well, one smooch.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Wish I did. But I don't.
Tapioca - Chapter 2
The next five years of Colin's life in Fracture was mostly uneventful. At first, he was shocked at the amount of attempted break outs, and how he never saw those guys again. He knew what happened to them. One needle. He and Ryan had become closer. They had had to. Living together for the next forty years kind of forces people to like each other. But Colin knew it was more than that. In Ryan, he had found a friend who understood him without him having to say what was on his mind. Ryan had found that too. Since his teens, he had had to play the big part of a hard man, someone who was not to be messed with. He wasn't. If you pissed Ryan off, chances are that you wouldn't have a mouth to piss him off again. With Colin, he felt that he could let his guard down, he wouldn't get hurt or backstabbed with Colin. Only Colin called him Ryan. Or Ry. He liked Ry. He called him Col in returned. One guy tried to call Colin by his first name once. After a short chat from Colin, the man never called him that again. He never talked to either of them ever again. Colin had later explained to Ryan that he had threatened to show him why the two of them were in jail in the first place. Both their crimes were things of legend around in the jail, and no-one wanted a first hand view of either of their tempers. Ryan's flared more than Colin's did. But Colin was also the person who could calm Ryan down faster than anyone had ever been able to. Hell, he had been the only person who could ever calm him down!
They were standing in the queue for lunch. Drew was still doing as many duties as he could, so they would get almost double a normal portion. Today's meal was macaroni cheese which had become a favourite for Colin. Ryan hated it.
"It's too fucking chewy!" Ryan grumbled.
"I like it. The sauce is nice."
"Swap you for your dessert then."
"Fuck off! I like chocolate pudding."
"You're gonna leave me hungry......" Ryan said in a sing-song voice.
"I don't care......" Colin sang back.
"You do......."
"I don't......"
"C'mon Col! Please!"
"Fine, if it'll shut you up."
"It won't, but give me it anyway."
Ryan turned his head to find a new guy in the prison staring at them.
"You finding something interesting boy?" Ryan said. He didn't like the way the kid was looking at him, but he was getting pissed off at the disgusted look currently settled on his face.
"Yeah. You singing to your boyfriend?" The kid asked. The room stopped. Everybody fell silent. Even the two guards currently on duty, Patterson and Leveson. Every eye was focused on Ryan.
"What's your name boy?"
"Don't call me boy. Sessions. John Sessions."
"You're pissing me off John Sessions."
"And?" The kid sneered back.
Colin stepped in front of Ryan, hoping to get the kid away before Ryan's temper took off. His own was hanging by a thread but he hoped that he could deal with this situation with using violence. "And you're in serious danger of loosing your two front teeth, kid."
"Don't call me kid, you faggot."
Colin had been called a lot of names in his time. Queer, gay, poof. But those were accepted names in a way. Faggot, however. That annoyed him. Before Sessions could even process what he had said, Colin had swung his lunch tray at him, knocking him sideways into the nearest table. He jumped on top of Sessions, swinging wildly, punching every inch of him he could reach. Ryan jumped in, and told Colin to hold him. Grabbing hold of a nearby tray, he swung the tray upwards, instantly breaking the kid's nose on contact. His scream wasn't heard over the cheers of the other inmates, who had crowded round them to watch. Ryan balled his hand into a fist, and made contact with the man's mouth, and fulfilled Colin's promise to the man earlier. His front two teeth hit the floor, their owner shortly after as Colin released him. Ryan leaned over and grabbed a handful of Sessions' hair and pulled him up so he could see Ryan's face.
"Don't you ever call him a faggot again. You do, next time, we won't stop."
"But he is. I heard it."
Ryan gave him a swift kick to the stomach, leaving the man winded, gasping for breath.
"You're not hearing me. I don't care if he is. I don't care if he's not. I care if you've offended him. I think you have. So listen to me, cos if I have to repeat myself, I'll make sure you never hear anything again. Got me?"
Sessions nodded. Well, he nodded as much as a person could when they were currently being levitated by their hair.
"You're gonna apologise. You're never call him a faggot again. You're gonna accept that it's not your business if he is. You're never gonna speak to him again." He gave him a shake to make sure his point was across. "Apologise."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry what?"
"I'm sorry sir. It doesn't matter if you are gay, and it's not my business. I'm sorry that I offended you."
Ryan released Sessions' hair, and joined Colin in going back to the queue. They had both lost their meal during the fight, and had no intention of going back to their cells hungry.
"Two portions Dr-" That was all Ryan managed to say before he felt something being shot into his back, forcing him to double over in pain. He looked over at Colin to see him in similar pain, falling to his knees, and onto his back. There were electric shocks going through his body, temporarily paralysing both of them. As the pain stopped and they got their breath back, they looked up to see the two guards sneering down at them.
"Oh, bad boys," Patterson said, the superiority he felt dripping in every word he spoke, "You know where bad boys go right?"
"Your mother's house, I heard she likes it rough." Colin said, not thinking. He was rewarded with another shock of electric volts going through his body.
"Bastard!" Ryan shouted and got up, running towards Patterson. He only managed a step however before Leveson pulled the trigger on his shock gun, Ryan fell to his knees again. He heard a scream, and turned round to find Patterson holding the trigger on his gun, torturing Colin almost to the point of blacking out. Rumour had it that the prison brought shock guns in because Ryan had arrived. And now they were using it on the only person Ryan cared about. While Leveson was busy watching Patterson, Ryan reached out and grabbed a fork lying on the floor. He was too weak from the shocks to find anything else. Turning round, still on his knees, he threw the fork at Patterson's leg, where it stuck, quivering, forcing Patterson to drop his shock gun on the floor. Leveson, to his credit, quickly picked up the gun before Ryan even shuffled forward.
"Dan? You alright?" Leveson questioned.
"Yeah," Patterson grunted back. He reached down and pulled the fork out of his leg, blood slowly dripping from it onto the floor. "You boys are gonna pay for this one. Fucking double act. Wouldn't surprise me if you two were fucking."
Colin had regained a small amount of strength, and used it to grab Patterson's injured leg and twist it, making Patterson fall to the floor in immense pain.
"You evil little faggot." He spewed, punching Colin squarely on the his left cheek at the same time Leveson pulled the trigger on the shock gun. The combination left Colin barely conscious. Ryan moved towards Leveson to attempt to the guns off him, but was stopped by the electricity suddenly flowing through his body again. Their torture was cut off by the arrival of Officer Brady, and Warden Frost.
"What the fuck's going on here?" Frost shouted.
"Stiles and Mochrie started a fight. It was the only way we could get them to stop."
"Bullshit!" A voice came from the crowd, still watching everything going on. Greg Proops pushed his way through the crowd, quickly followed by Brad, Jeff and Chip. "Yeah, they beat that little shit up, but only cos he called Mochrie a faggot. They stopped though. They're using the guns on them for nothing! They didn't threatened them!" He finished, pointing between the two guards.
"He's got a injury." Frost said, pointing at Patterson, who was currently trying to stand up.
"Yeah, cos they were shocking Mochrie so much that he was gonna pass out!" Brad shouted. The other inmates were beginning to cheer loudly, hoping to secure the softest punishment for Ryan and Colin.
Frost did not care for their support though. He took his gun from his holster, raised it straight up and shot once in the air. The cheering suddenly stopped. "I don't care what happened. One of my officers is injured. You two are to blame. Take them to confinement." As he turned to leave, he knelt down beside Colin, his gun still in his hand. "You are a faggot, aren't you Mochrie?" He said, his voice loud enough for the whole canteen to hear. He wanted them to hear. He knew how much reputations stood for, and how easily they could be shattered. "I know your type. Is Stiles your fuck buddy? I bet he is. Stiles is a faggot too. Did you know that? I'll make your time in confinement a bit easier shall I?" He stood back up, Colin too weak to throw the punch he was desperately trying to muster. "Make sure they are in confinement together. Wouldn't want them to go long without seeing each other, would we?" Frost said to Patterson, who nodded once, and hauled Ryan to his face.
"You done right Stiles!" Greg suddenly shouted. Ryan gave a small smile and watching as Brady and Leveson raised Colin, all but dragging him out of the canteen. It was only a short walk, before they were thrown into a small cell with only a single bed and a toilet. Nothing else. No windows, no room for air. The room was tiny for one person. For two men of their height, it left no breathing space.
"You can share a bed, fuck heads." Patterson said, through the slip in the door. "You'll be used to sharing a bed though right?" He chuckled as he close the door, leaving Ryan and Colin in pitch darkness.
"You OK Col?"
A pain filled grunt was his answer. He could hear movement as Colin heaved himself onto the small bed available. "Are you?" He whispered.
"No. Those fucking guns hurt."
Colin gave a small laugh, before he found that laughing was painful. "Yeah, I know. I don't think that kid will ever be the same though."
"He deserved it."
"Thanks Ry."
Ryan looked over at the outline of Colin's lying on the bed. "What for?"
"Sticking up for me."
"Oh yeah, that. Well, you know, couldn't have my only friend getting hurt."
"I'm not your only friend."
"You're my only proper friend. Everyone else is just nice to me so I don't beat the shit out of them."
"True. That's what I thought when I first came here."
"Really?" A small amount of hurt creeping into Ryan's voice.
"Not now though. Now I'm your friend cos you'll keep yourself in confinement and shocked to defend me. I like it."
Ryan smiled widely, knowing that Colin wouldn't be able to see in the darkness. They sat in silence for a while, until Ryan could hear the soft snores of Colin. He was lying on his right side, against the wall, trying not to hurt the bruise that laying claim to his entire cheek and jaw. Feeling around slightly in the dark, Ryan found that Colin had left a good size of the bed for him. He wanted Ryan to sleep beside him. Quickly analyzing the bed, Ryan realised that they would have to sleep really, really close together. It didn't bother him. He liked Colin, more than he really should. He had always preferred men. But in the profession that he was in, he couldn't show it. So he slept with girls, accepting their flirting with a simple hand gesture, trading stories with the men he worked with. He had slept with men, but on the sly. He couldn't show that he was gay. He'd be dead for sure.
"Ry?" Col whispered.
"Yeah?" Ryan said, back, speaking in hushed tones. For some reason, Colin wanted to be this conversation as quiet as possible.
"Are you gay?"
Ryan halted for a second. If he answered truthfully, this would be the first time he had ever answered it honestly. But with Colin, he didn't care. He didn't want to hide it. He didn't have to. "Er, yeah, I'd say I am."
"Is that why you jumped in when he called me a faggot?"
"Yeah. It just, it pisses me off so much when I hear that."
"Me too. You going to sleep?"
"Probably. That shock thing took it right outta me." He rearranged himself so he was almost spooning Colin, but keeping his hands to himself. He didn't want to think what would happen if he touched Colin.
"Night Ry."
"Night Col."
Colin reached over to grab one of Ryan's hand, and brought it round himself so Ryan was hugging him from behind. He loved the feeling, the feeling of being protected. He turned himself round, pillowing his head on his arm in an attempt not to hit his cheek. He looked into Ryan's eyes, and saw what Ryan felt for him. Immense attraction, an extreme fondness, and a hint of lust. How Colin wanted to make eyes fill with that lust. But he couldn't. They were being looking in on every ten minutes, and they had no privacy. He did manage to show Ryan that he felt the same. He shuffled forward slightly, and pressed his lips to Ryan's. He expected him to pull away, to shout at him, perhaps to even hit him. Instead, Ryan began to move his lips against Colin's, running his tongue along Colin's bottom lip. He invaded Colin's mouth, tasting the man who he had protected. Colin stopped, smiling and fought the sleep overcoming him. He opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by Ryan holding up a finger.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Hopefully we'll be out by then. Go to sleep."
Colin closed his eyes, feeling his fatigue overcome him, Ryan's arm wrapped around him. He knew that the guards would make fun of him, and of Ryan, that the inmates might try the same stunt that Sessions had pulled earlier. But, as he lay basking in the warmth of Ryan, ignoring the pull of hunger in his belly, he decided that Ryan was right. He'd worried about it tomorrow.