Fic: Overcome, Day Three
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wl_fanfictionOkay... Day Three of our insane Survivor adventure is about to start, so c'mon in and get comfortable. :) We will be taking turns posting all of Day Three here in the comments, so keep checking back while we write more...
It's like a fic in real time. *g*
Overcome
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emilyfairy and kalimyre
Rating: R
Pairing: Possibly Ryan/Colin, but so far it's gen with a hint ofpreslash flirting :D
Summary: Ryan and Colin on Survivor. No, really.
Day One | Day Two
Colin wakes up in the early morning, blinking and groggy and cold. Ryan is gone, and Colin can't help the little swoop of disappointment that lodges itself in his stomach as he looks as the slight sag in the mat that Ryan has left behind. He hugs himself close, wishing that his arms were Ryan's arms instead.
Water drops onto his side, rolling down his back and his chest, and Colin thinks to himself, That's odd. He wonders if the tent is leaking. But he doesn't hear the sound of rain or even thunder. All he knows is that he's wet, and now he'll never get warm unless he can make it to the fire...
And then Ryan is laughing from above him, and Colin turns. Ryan is wet and dripping from his morning swim in the river, and what an appealing vision he makes. For a moment Colin almost thinks he's still dreaming. Ryan's golden curls are dark with water, and for the first time Colin notices how long his hair is getting. It spills over his forehead, making him look younger somehow. And then there's Ryan's skin, tanned and glowing and... beautiful... Colin gulps, and tries to push that last thought away, but it doesn't want to leave.
Ryan smirks at him, and Colin realizes that he is now soaked through almost to the skin. "Couldn't you at least grab a towel?" he asks.
"They were all out at the courtesy desk," Ryan replies.
Colin laughs. He loves how easily they pick up the threads of old conversations. It's always been that way with Ryan and him. "Is anyone else awake yet?"
"No. I think they're all sleeping in. We probably won't have much to do today, because the other team will be at Tribal Council tonight, and everybody will be focusing on them."
"Good," says Colin. "Maybe all of the cameras will go bother them, and leave us alone."
"I don't think it works that way," Ryan says, and in one quick motion he rolls back in to join Colin.
Colin sighs as he settles against Ryan, their arms tangling together. Ryan's skin is cool and a little clammy next to his, and Colin feels him shivering a bit. He bites his lip. Ryan is usually the protector, the one who makes Colin feel better, and even though Colin knows that he is over six feet tall, and a grown man besides, he likes having someone around to take care of him.
He decides that he wants to be that for Ryan too, if he needs it. Ryan's lips are blue on the edges, and his teeth chatter, and Colin thinks that this time, he definitely needs it. He pulls Ryan into his arms, cradling Ryan against his chest. "Mmm," Ryan murmurs, curling into a ball so he'll fit.
Colin stares at the top of Ryan's head, and then rests his chin there. Ryan's hair leaves a wet patch on his shirt, but he doesn't mind. He rubs Ryan's arms, his back, his sides... Anywhere he can reach. Trying to give some of his warmth back to Ryan. Ryan's shivers slowly subside, and Colin lets the pride spread all over his body. He did that. He helped Ryan.
"You know what this means?" Ryan asks after a few minutes of silent cuddling. He pops up his head, so he can see Colin's face.
"What?"
"We can work some more on our fort," Ryan replies, grinning broadly.
Now I will turn it over to Kalimyre! :D Feel free to comment as we go along.
Emily :)
It's like a fic in real time. *g*
Overcome
By
emilyfairy and kalimyreRating: R
Pairing: Possibly Ryan/Colin, but so far it's gen with a hint of
Summary: Ryan and Colin on Survivor. No, really.
Day One | Day Two
Colin wakes up in the early morning, blinking and groggy and cold. Ryan is gone, and Colin can't help the little swoop of disappointment that lodges itself in his stomach as he looks as the slight sag in the mat that Ryan has left behind. He hugs himself close, wishing that his arms were Ryan's arms instead.
Water drops onto his side, rolling down his back and his chest, and Colin thinks to himself, That's odd. He wonders if the tent is leaking. But he doesn't hear the sound of rain or even thunder. All he knows is that he's wet, and now he'll never get warm unless he can make it to the fire...
And then Ryan is laughing from above him, and Colin turns. Ryan is wet and dripping from his morning swim in the river, and what an appealing vision he makes. For a moment Colin almost thinks he's still dreaming. Ryan's golden curls are dark with water, and for the first time Colin notices how long his hair is getting. It spills over his forehead, making him look younger somehow. And then there's Ryan's skin, tanned and glowing and... beautiful... Colin gulps, and tries to push that last thought away, but it doesn't want to leave.
Ryan smirks at him, and Colin realizes that he is now soaked through almost to the skin. "Couldn't you at least grab a towel?" he asks.
"They were all out at the courtesy desk," Ryan replies.
Colin laughs. He loves how easily they pick up the threads of old conversations. It's always been that way with Ryan and him. "Is anyone else awake yet?"
"No. I think they're all sleeping in. We probably won't have much to do today, because the other team will be at Tribal Council tonight, and everybody will be focusing on them."
"Good," says Colin. "Maybe all of the cameras will go bother them, and leave us alone."
"I don't think it works that way," Ryan says, and in one quick motion he rolls back in to join Colin.
Colin sighs as he settles against Ryan, their arms tangling together. Ryan's skin is cool and a little clammy next to his, and Colin feels him shivering a bit. He bites his lip. Ryan is usually the protector, the one who makes Colin feel better, and even though Colin knows that he is over six feet tall, and a grown man besides, he likes having someone around to take care of him.
He decides that he wants to be that for Ryan too, if he needs it. Ryan's lips are blue on the edges, and his teeth chatter, and Colin thinks that this time, he definitely needs it. He pulls Ryan into his arms, cradling Ryan against his chest. "Mmm," Ryan murmurs, curling into a ball so he'll fit.
Colin stares at the top of Ryan's head, and then rests his chin there. Ryan's hair leaves a wet patch on his shirt, but he doesn't mind. He rubs Ryan's arms, his back, his sides... Anywhere he can reach. Trying to give some of his warmth back to Ryan. Ryan's shivers slowly subside, and Colin lets the pride spread all over his body. He did that. He helped Ryan.
"You know what this means?" Ryan asks after a few minutes of silent cuddling. He pops up his head, so he can see Colin's face.
"What?"
"We can work some more on our fort," Ryan replies, grinning broadly.
Now I will turn it over to Kalimyre! :D Feel free to comment as we go along.
Emily :)
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Date: 2006-02-15 04:54 am (UTC)Ryan *will* make it up to him, right? :D
You did a nice job with the conversation between Ry-N-Col... I don't know why, I just liked it. It didn't seem forced, and it seemed pretty realistic for the situation. It was just nice. :)
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They lie curled together on the mat, until Colin isn't even sure how much time has passed. He's discovering that out here, time, at least the way he's used to keeping it, doesn't matter so much. Every day passes by quick and slow all at once. Schedules and clocks are meaningless. Time's measured out in senses-- in the breaths that he takes, in Ryan's heartbeat, in sunrise and moonrise and the positions of the stars.
Colin lifts his head, checking to see if Ryan is still awake. Ryan's eyes are bright gleams in the dark. "Hey," he whispers. "I thought maybe you were asleep."
"No," Colin replies. "I'm definitely not asleep."
"We should sleep," Ryan says, stroking the hair on the back of Colin's neck. Colin pinches the inside of his leg several times, the pain dulling the inner shine that Ryan's fingers coax out of him. "I think I heard one of the crew members say we have another challenge tomorrow."
"A challenge?" Colin repeats a little dumbly. Ryan's hands are still winding through his hair, and Colin is finding it very hard to concentrate. "But we just did immunity."
"Maybe it's a reward challenge," Ryan says with a grin.
Colin considers that. "Mmm, that's good," he says, arching his back as Ryan's fingers creep down his neck. He blushes and tries to pretend like that was just a response to the conversation. "I mean, a reward challenge, would be good."
"Yeah," Ryan says roughly, and Colin can hear the smile in his voice. He leans his head against Colin's forehead. "Good."
Colin lets out a shaky sigh. How is he going to get out of this? He can't possibly sleep like this, with Ryan's face hovering so close to his, close enough that if he wants to, he can tilt his head just a little... And if their lips happen to touch...
Colin raises one trembling hand and runs it down Ryan's fuzzy cheek. He's sure that Ryan's quick intake of breath is just his imagination, just wishful thinking. "You're getting a beard," he says.
Ryan smiles. "So're you," he breathes, trailing two fingers along Colin's chin. "You're all scratchy."
"Yeah?" Colin replies. "Well, at least I can still grow it somewhere, I guess. Not where I want, of course, but..."
"Do you want your hair back?" Ryan asks. "I mean, does it bother you?"
"Sometimes, but not as much as people think. And when it does, I always think that if that's my biggest problem, I'm a pretty lucky guy."
Ryan laughs. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he says. "And anyway, I like your hair." And Colin shivers as Ryan runs one thumb across the back of his neck, teasing him.
"You... you do?" Colin says, hating himself for the way that Ryan makes him stutter like that.
"Yeah," Ryan says, nuzzling Colin's cheek with the side of his nose. "It's kinda... kinda sexy."
Colin blinks, and he thinks that Ryan might be blushing. And then Ryan hides his face in Colin's shoulder, and Colin almost convinces himself that he is just seeing things that aren't there, as always.
Colin laughs nervously. "I've never heard that before, but okay," he says, trying to lighten the situation a bit.
Ryan raises his head, and gives Colin an anxious look. "We should, uh... get some sleep," he says.
Colin sighs. "Okay," he says, even though curling up with Ryan is the last thing he wants right now. He doesn't want Ryan to discover just how aroused he is at this particular moment.
(continued next comment!)