Col/? - Happiness Is Just A Chemical
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wl_fanfictionTitle: Happiness Is Just A Chemical
Author: desiredeffect
Summary: ... :D
Pairing(s): Col/?
Rating: PG?
Author's notes: So I was listening to Darren Hanlon's Happiness Is A Chemical and I was thinking of Colin and some other unnamed person at the time and this is what I game up with. Title and song lyrics that are sprinkled in as actual conversation throughout the story were STOLEN from the song. Hee. :D
Disclaimer: It's not lying, it's a gift for fiction
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“Why don’t you ever tell me you love me?”
“Because love is just a lazy generalisation that we use for a hundred feelings and as many situations.”
“Oh.”
A soft kiss, pressed to Colin’s temple as your blunt fingernails scrape across his stomach, the muscles jumping under the touch. Gentle exhalation by his ear and then the fingers travel over the jutting hipbone, rubbing over it in repetitive circles.
He doesn’t need to hear it; he can just see it in the way your eyes crinkle slightly at the corners. In how the hand on his stomach gets a little more adventurous, brushing across his sensitive sides.
--
“Does it mean that much to you?”
“No. Not really.”
”Liar.”
“Going through each others pockets is not like us.” Colin protests, a weak one as your hand plunges into his jeans, wrapping around his half hard cock. Teeth on his collarbone, leaving behind a string of hickeys in their wake.
“Good thing I’m not going through your pockets then ain’t it?”
He didn’t need to see it; he feels it in the way your bodies fit snugly against each other, the way you’re breathing hot damp across Colin’s neck, and the guilty thrill you know he’s feeling only because it’s coursing through your veins too.
--
“Flattery should get you somewhere and…”
“And what?” Colin murmured, downing the shot of whiskey and giving you a look, eyes tired as he undoubtedly rehashes the early parts of the conversation in his brain.
“And your happiness is just a chemical.” The words are quiet, but you feel him stiffen beside you nonetheless, a split second hesitation before he relaxes and signals the bartender for another.
He hums slightly under his breath for a minute as you sit uncomfortably, one hand wrapped around the beer bottle, feeling the condensation wet the palm and trickle across the whorls on the fingertips.
“Your happiness is just a chemical.” He repeats softly, and his hand covers yours that is lying flat on the bar.
“Yeah.” You pause, taking a sip as his hand squeezes yours. “It is.”
He doesn’t need to feel it; he hears it in ways you would never comprehend. But if the slight smile on his face that is causing the one on yours is anything to go by, it doesn’t matter if you don’t say it out aloud. You know he already knows.
Author: desiredeffect
Summary: ... :D
Pairing(s): Col/?
Rating: PG?
Author's notes: So I was listening to Darren Hanlon's Happiness Is A Chemical and I was thinking of Colin and some other unnamed person at the time and this is what I game up with. Title and song lyrics that are sprinkled in as actual conversation throughout the story were STOLEN from the song. Hee. :D
Disclaimer: It's not lying, it's a gift for fiction
----
“Why don’t you ever tell me you love me?”
“Because love is just a lazy generalisation that we use for a hundred feelings and as many situations.”
“Oh.”
A soft kiss, pressed to Colin’s temple as your blunt fingernails scrape across his stomach, the muscles jumping under the touch. Gentle exhalation by his ear and then the fingers travel over the jutting hipbone, rubbing over it in repetitive circles.
He doesn’t need to hear it; he can just see it in the way your eyes crinkle slightly at the corners. In how the hand on his stomach gets a little more adventurous, brushing across his sensitive sides.
--
“Does it mean that much to you?”
“No. Not really.”
”Liar.”
“Going through each others pockets is not like us.” Colin protests, a weak one as your hand plunges into his jeans, wrapping around his half hard cock. Teeth on his collarbone, leaving behind a string of hickeys in their wake.
“Good thing I’m not going through your pockets then ain’t it?”
He didn’t need to see it; he feels it in the way your bodies fit snugly against each other, the way you’re breathing hot damp across Colin’s neck, and the guilty thrill you know he’s feeling only because it’s coursing through your veins too.
--
“Flattery should get you somewhere and…”
“And what?” Colin murmured, downing the shot of whiskey and giving you a look, eyes tired as he undoubtedly rehashes the early parts of the conversation in his brain.
“And your happiness is just a chemical.” The words are quiet, but you feel him stiffen beside you nonetheless, a split second hesitation before he relaxes and signals the bartender for another.
He hums slightly under his breath for a minute as you sit uncomfortably, one hand wrapped around the beer bottle, feeling the condensation wet the palm and trickle across the whorls on the fingertips.
“Your happiness is just a chemical.” He repeats softly, and his hand covers yours that is lying flat on the bar.
“Yeah.” You pause, taking a sip as his hand squeezes yours. “It is.”
He doesn’t need to feel it; he hears it in ways you would never comprehend. But if the slight smile on his face that is causing the one on yours is anything to go by, it doesn’t matter if you don’t say it out aloud. You know he already knows.
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