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sailorstkwrninginspired by Ryan's commitment to "putting [his] face on" and, vaguely, Atlantic City, by Bruce Springsteen. Contains: kissing and groping, Ryan in a skirt, Alex Greenwald.
Alex wakes up slowly and wanders out to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and scratching his belly. He wants some coffee. Ryan is at the kitchen counter, washing something in the sink, his hair pulled back, a couple of loose curls escaping. He's wearing a tank top and a cotton floral skirt that Alex suspects might actually belong to Z. It's just as short on him as it is on her, and Alex takes a moment to admire the expanse of leg on display before he sidles up behind Ryan, resting a hand on one hip and snuffling at the back of his neck. Ryan smells like vanilla and warm boy. Alex nuzzles in, inhaling deeply, and slides his hand around to rest on Ryan's belly.
"Hi," Alex mumbles into Ryan's neck. "You smell good. What are you doing?"
"Someone's been stockpiling bowls under the couch again," Ryan says, raising one foot and scratching Alex's calf with his toenails.
Alex hmmmmm's into Ryan's neck and slides his hand back down over Ryan's hip and under the hem of the skirt. Ryan puts his foot down and shifts a little, giving Alex better access. Alex nuzzles him some more and slides his hand up to cup Ryan gently. He's a handful, even soft; Alex is careful not to squeeze to hard. Ryan's breath hitches and Alex nibbles companionably at his neck, then eases his hand back. He waits for Ryan to set the bowl down in the sink before he turns him around and lifts him to sit on the edge of the counter.
Ryan flails a little and Alex catches him, pulling him down for a kiss. Ryan hooks his feet around Alex's back and pulls him close. Alex slides his hands over Ryan's bony knees, up his thighs and around his waist.
"Wanna go out later?" Alex asks later, when Ryan pulls back. "Go down to Atlantic City and hit the tables? I'll wear my tux, you wear the shiny thing you bought last week?"
Ryan's eyes widen a little, and Alex gives his waist an encouraging squeeze. If Ryan can walk through a crowd of his own fans in a dress and remain undetected, he can certainly manage a room full of drunk old people who are more interested in blackjack than anything else.
"'m not wearing heels," Ryan says, rubbing at his face. "Give me blisters."
"Okay," Alex says, because he doesn't have an opinion about Ryan's shoes, and stretches up for another kiss.
Alex rubs Ryan's back, then runs his hands down over Ryan's thighs, enjoying the feel of the smooth fabric under his hands. He flicks Ryan's kneecaps and Ryan twitches, squeezing him closer.
"Asshole," Ryan mumbles into his mouth, and Alex laughs, then scoops him up off the counter and takes him to bed.
Alex wakes up slowly and wanders out to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and scratching his belly. He wants some coffee. Ryan is at the kitchen counter, washing something in the sink, his hair pulled back, a couple of loose curls escaping. He's wearing a tank top and a cotton floral skirt that Alex suspects might actually belong to Z. It's just as short on him as it is on her, and Alex takes a moment to admire the expanse of leg on display before he sidles up behind Ryan, resting a hand on one hip and snuffling at the back of his neck. Ryan smells like vanilla and warm boy. Alex nuzzles in, inhaling deeply, and slides his hand around to rest on Ryan's belly.
"Hi," Alex mumbles into Ryan's neck. "You smell good. What are you doing?"
"Someone's been stockpiling bowls under the couch again," Ryan says, raising one foot and scratching Alex's calf with his toenails.
Alex hmmmmm's into Ryan's neck and slides his hand back down over Ryan's hip and under the hem of the skirt. Ryan puts his foot down and shifts a little, giving Alex better access. Alex nuzzles him some more and slides his hand up to cup Ryan gently. He's a handful, even soft; Alex is careful not to squeeze to hard. Ryan's breath hitches and Alex nibbles companionably at his neck, then eases his hand back. He waits for Ryan to set the bowl down in the sink before he turns him around and lifts him to sit on the edge of the counter.
Ryan flails a little and Alex catches him, pulling him down for a kiss. Ryan hooks his feet around Alex's back and pulls him close. Alex slides his hands over Ryan's bony knees, up his thighs and around his waist.
"Wanna go out later?" Alex asks later, when Ryan pulls back. "Go down to Atlantic City and hit the tables? I'll wear my tux, you wear the shiny thing you bought last week?"
Ryan's eyes widen a little, and Alex gives his waist an encouraging squeeze. If Ryan can walk through a crowd of his own fans in a dress and remain undetected, he can certainly manage a room full of drunk old people who are more interested in blackjack than anything else.
"'m not wearing heels," Ryan says, rubbing at his face. "Give me blisters."
"Okay," Alex says, because he doesn't have an opinion about Ryan's shoes, and stretches up for another kiss.
Alex rubs Ryan's back, then runs his hands down over Ryan's thighs, enjoying the feel of the smooth fabric under his hands. He flicks Ryan's kneecaps and Ryan twitches, squeezing him closer.
"Asshole," Ryan mumbles into his mouth, and Alex laughs, then scoops him up off the counter and takes him to bed.
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Date: 2010-05-28 10:09 am (UTC)This is wonderful :D
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