Fic: Overcome, Day Nine
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wl_fanfictionDay Nine on the 'Survivor' island... (Number Nine, Number Nine, Number Nine...) What will happen today?
Y'know, that's... a good question. *g*
Overcome
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emilyfairy and kalimyre
Category: First time, AU, sheer crack
Rating: possibly NC-17, if we can get away with it *g*
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Summary: Ryan and Colin on Survivor. No, really.
Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Day Four | Day Five | Day Six | Day Seven | Day Eight
Ryan sniffs, but doesn't open his eyes. He has a crazy thought that he's smelling eggs, but that's impossible. It must be part of a residual dream, still rattling around in his brain.
But then the eggs drift closer, wafting right up into his nostrils, and he can feel heat against his chin... And that convinces him that maybe, just maybe, this isn't a dream. And when he opens his eyes, Colin is holding out a plateful of scrambled eggs, eyes dancing.
"Morning," Colin says, leaning down to kiss Ryan's cheek while he holds the plate steady.
Ryan lets out an involuntary moan, his mouth watering in anticipation. "Is that--?" he asks, wanting to make sure.
"Uh huh," Colin says, and he's almost smug. "Surprise. Dave found one of the chicken-bird nests up in a tree in the jungle, I guess, and he thought, since they taste like chicken, maybe they'll have eggs like a chicken. And he was right, 'cause look at that!"
And Colin stretches out the plate again, tempting Ryan, making him lean in and take another long sniff of home... "I'm looking," Ryan says, impatiently holding out his hands. Colin can be such a tease sometimes.
"Wait," Colin says, setting the plate down.
He picks up a tray, fashioned out of one of the food container lids. Pepper and salt sit on the tray, alongside a sprig of wildflowers, tied together with a bit of twine. And then he sets the plate on the tray and places it on Ryan's lap.
"Breakfast in bed. See?" And Colin smiles, showing off his handiwork with pride.
Ryan grins as he picks up the impromptu bouquet, loving how Colin always manages to bring that special touch to everything he does.
"Well, are you gonna eat or not?"
Ryan goes to pick up his fork, but then he gets a better idea. "Only if you'll feed me," he says.
And Colin leaps in bed beside him, eagerness shining in his eyes.
And I will turn it over to you. 'Cause I know you love these feeding scenes, Kalimyre... See? I can be nice sometimes... *bg*
Emily :)
Y'know, that's... a good question. *g*
Overcome
By
emilyfairy and kalimyreCategory: First time, AU, sheer crack
Rating: possibly NC-17, if we can get away with it *g*
Pairing: Ryan/Colin
Summary: Ryan and Colin on Survivor. No, really.
Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Day Four | Day Five | Day Six | Day Seven | Day Eight
Ryan sniffs, but doesn't open his eyes. He has a crazy thought that he's smelling eggs, but that's impossible. It must be part of a residual dream, still rattling around in his brain.
But then the eggs drift closer, wafting right up into his nostrils, and he can feel heat against his chin... And that convinces him that maybe, just maybe, this isn't a dream. And when he opens his eyes, Colin is holding out a plateful of scrambled eggs, eyes dancing.
"Morning," Colin says, leaning down to kiss Ryan's cheek while he holds the plate steady.
Ryan lets out an involuntary moan, his mouth watering in anticipation. "Is that--?" he asks, wanting to make sure.
"Uh huh," Colin says, and he's almost smug. "Surprise. Dave found one of the chicken-bird nests up in a tree in the jungle, I guess, and he thought, since they taste like chicken, maybe they'll have eggs like a chicken. And he was right, 'cause look at that!"
And Colin stretches out the plate again, tempting Ryan, making him lean in and take another long sniff of home... "I'm looking," Ryan says, impatiently holding out his hands. Colin can be such a tease sometimes.
"Wait," Colin says, setting the plate down.
He picks up a tray, fashioned out of one of the food container lids. Pepper and salt sit on the tray, alongside a sprig of wildflowers, tied together with a bit of twine. And then he sets the plate on the tray and places it on Ryan's lap.
"Breakfast in bed. See?" And Colin smiles, showing off his handiwork with pride.
Ryan grins as he picks up the impromptu bouquet, loving how Colin always manages to bring that special touch to everything he does.
"Well, are you gonna eat or not?"
Ryan goes to pick up his fork, but then he gets a better idea. "Only if you'll feed me," he says.
And Colin leaps in bed beside him, eagerness shining in his eyes.
And I will turn it over to you. 'Cause I know you love these feeding scenes, Kalimyre... See? I can be nice sometimes... *bg*
Emily :)
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