FAHC prompt: "Why are you looking at me like I'm dinner?"
shit, I’m so sorry this took so long. I’m not even sure if you’re still hanging around anon… this prompt literally went through like 5 different versions before I finally came up with this. hope you like it if you’re still out there!
“Ryan,” a voice sings in his ear. “You’ve been avoiding me.” The Vagabond sighs and pointedly doesn’t look behind him.
“I have work to do Gavin,” he responds. “I need to get this done for Geoff. I can’t afford any distractions right now.” He hears a huff and then the sound of Gavin flopping down onto his couch.
“You’re no fun,” the Brit says, sounding particularly childish. “And you’re a horrible boyfriend. We haven’t hung out in almost a week! I’m hurt, Rye-bread.”
“No you’re not, you’re bored. You’ve avoided me a lot longer when you’ve been in the middle of a job. A week is nothing.”
“Do as I say, not as I do, love,” comes the quick response and Ryan sighs again, knowing this isn’t going to be the quick exchange he was hoping it would be. Or at least, the quick exchange he was telling himself he hoped it would be.
“Gavin, please. The sooner I get this done the sooner we can spend some time together. I’m almost done planning this out, just give me another day.”
“I want to spend time with you now!” Gavin whines. “I’ve been really patient! I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“Gavin,” Ryan stresses. “You realize this is counterproductive, right? I’m not going to get this done any faster with you pulling this shit.”
“I think you’re just grumpy ‘cause you haven’t gotten laid in forever. Which is really no one’s fault but your own,” Gavin replies, sounding bored now. “I mean, seriously Rye, here you are with the supposed love of your life in the room and you won’t even look at me. Why won’t you look at me, boogie man?”
At this, Ryan twitches. He can’t resist. Gavin only ever uses that nickname when he’s feeling particularly playful and playful Gavin always works out in Ryan’s favor. He knows he can’t look, if he does he’ll give in and he can’t afford that right now. If he doesn’t get this job all worked out before tomorrow night, there’s no way he’ll finish in time for Geoff. So, he ignores the shifting he can hear coming from the other side of the room, and the heat that’s pooling in his gut, and goes back to work without giving his boy a reply.
Honestly, he should have known Gavin wouldn’t give up that easily.
The crew’s golden boy is quiet just long enough for Ryan to start to get suspicious. He’s just about to text Michael to see if he can distract Gavin and tempt him away from Ryan’s office when his phone buzzes with a new message.
A picture message.
He shouldn’t open it, he knows that, but the temptation is too great and Ryan would be lying if he claimed that the dry spell of the last week hadn’t been getting to him. Besides, he misses Gavin, misses their dumb, cheap dates and stupid pet names. He wants to be tempted just so he can give in and convince himself that at least he tried to stay on task.
He swipes the message open and breaks. It’s just a selfie but it’s selfie from a Gavin who wants something so it shows off all his best qualities in all the best ways. Ryan only looks at it for a few seconds before he finally gives in and turns to face his couch.
“Hey Rye-bread,” he hears as soon as he turns around, but fuck if he can be bothered to reply, not with Gavin looking like he does. Fuck, pictures are never as good as the original. No picture could compare to the living, breathing treasure laid out on his shitty couch. He’s just wearing one of his regular silk shirt but its unbuttoned three buttons too many. His hair’s tossed attractively and he’s forgone his usual sunglasses, meaning Ryan can see his hooded green eyes. His legs are spread out and his arms are splayed across the back of the couch, stretching his shirt and pulling it open. And shit, the come-hither smile on his face is such a familiar and welcome expression.
Dear lord, that fucking expression.
“Gavin,” Ryan says, unable to tear his eyes away from the seductive, knowing look on the Brit’s face. “Why are you looking at me like I’m dinner?”
Gavin’s tempting smile changes into a smirk. “Maybe it’s ‘cause you are,” he says. He holds his arms out, motioning that he wants Ryan to pick him up. “C'mon big guy. You know I’ve won. Time to carry me to my room and ravish me until dawn. Chop chop.”
Ryan isn’t even ashamed that it takes him less than ten seconds to get up, cross the five feet separating them, pick a laughing Gavin up into his arms, and carry him out of his office.
Geoff can fucking wait. Ryan has more important things to be doing.
There are some books that I wish I could just by dozens of copies of and have them on hand so that every time I meet someone who hasn’t read it I can just hand them a copy instead of suggesting it and hoping they remember.
Hey! Could you please tell me what are your favorite authors and their works, and what would you recommend to a young adult who is thirsty for knowledge and enjoy good stories, with meaningful characters and a touch of romanticism (not just romantic novels but romanticism for everything in life)
Probably there’s so much more, but here you have a few that I read and loved: