[ficlet] just add water

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Title: Just Add Water
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! D: This hobo means nothing bad with this entirely fictional story.
Warnings: a little angst (the joys of domesticity), fluff(...?), corniness is in these days, I promise T__T XD
Notes: Yay! A contribution to the sexplosion of fic on the comm ^_____^
Summary: Badfic! YUSS!!! er I mean Ryan looks on the bright side of arguing with Colin.




It was five o' clock on a warm Sunday afternoon when the neighbors could no longer bear it and were forced to close their windows against the noise next door. They clucked their tongues and shut their blinds against the summer sun, tsking about how it was "about time that nice couple had a row or two." Ryan and Colin probably would not have agreed.

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"You don't have to yell!" Ryan shouted.

"I'm not yelling!" Colin gestured impatiently with his hands, moving through the air angrily. "I'm just talking very loudly, since you seem to be deaf. I've told you a thousand times not to-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Ryan cut him off, sitting down heavily on the arm of a nearby couch, its pattern worn deep from years of use and sentimental value. He sighed, and automatically fumbled nervously for a cigarette in his shirt pocket, forgetting for a moment that he'd quit along with Colin a few months before. "Shit."

Colin settled down on a chair opposite, still almost brand-new considering the two of them never actually sat in the single armchairs, leaving them there for the sole use of making the occasional guest uncomfortable. Then they'd leave sooner and Ryan and Colin could do whatever they wanted on their couch.

Ryan eyed Colin, smoothing his jeans down with his palms, wiping his hands down the smooth lines of his old jeans. "C'mere."

Colin made a sort of constipated-indignant face. "What am I, your badly-trained pet?"

"You're doing good so far. No pee on the furniture," Ryan replied, cracking a hesitant truce-grin. "Yet," he added. Ryan watched Colin's adam's apple bob slightly in swallowed laughter and cheered inwardly. "C'mere," he urged again, gently.

Colin gave him a disgruntled look, trudging over anyways. He came to a halt right in front of Ryan, giving him a clear well, what now look. Ryan responded by turning him a bit and pulling him backwards, settling Colin's back against his front comfortably. He looped his arms around the other man, squeezing lightly. "I think that was the first time we've ever argued."

There was something in Ryan's tone that Colin couldn't quite place. He scrunched up one eye, raising an eyebrow at the air in front of him, confused. "Are you...happy about that?"

"Well, you know, they say - you know, they say that the more you fight, the closer you are." Colin felt Ryan shrug slightly underneath him, shifting Colin up with it for a split second. "We never fight."

"And now we've fought," Colin said slowly.

"Yeah."

Colin paused for a moment, pursing his lips together to stop a smile from bubbling to the surface. "...Feel closer yet?"

Ryan exhaled, mock-impatient. "Well, why don't you just give it a moment?" He asked snootily, thoroughly ruining the effect by resting his chin against Colin's back in a fond gesture, breathing in Colin's scent.

"Was I supposed to add water?"

"Is that your solution for everything?"

Colin turned abruptly in Ryan's comfortably loose embrace, hands settling on Ryan's shoulders, mouth pressing a fierce kiss on Ryan's lips.

"Hey," Ryan whined, when Colin broke away gently, leaning their foreheads together, close enough for Colin to feel the laugh lines that were building up on Ryan's skin, "You cheated. I demand a redo."

"You're just jealous 'cause I always win." Colin waggled his eyebrows against Ryan's forehead.

"Hey. I would still come out on top in a fight with you. If you know what I mean."

“No, you couldn't, and you're an icehole, if you know what I mean.” Colin gave Ryan a flat look, his hands sliding down Ryan's arms and subconsciously toying with the other man's long, smooth fingers. Colin spread them out and then linked them with his own.

"But I love you, if you know what I mean," Ryan offered, stroking his thumb across Colin's skin, a triumphant smile on his face.

Colin chuckled and pulled Ryan close once more. "I know exactly what you mean," he murmured against Ryan's mouth, before leaning forward and closing the gap.

Ryan never brought up the subject of fabric softener again.


-the end!-

notes: although really, if he was so happy about fighting in the first place, wouldn't he bring it up more often? *questions own logic...* XDD