Colin Lynch

Sir Colin Edward Lynch, Twenty Years Old. Special Diplomat and Adviser to The Corridor of the Former States of America.

[jamesy-harrison]

Colin manages to get about a second of James’ serious attention before the older man is swatting his hand away with a laugh, arms winding around his waist and wrestling the blonde down against the couch cushions, pressing his lips persistently against Colin’s. “It’s my birthday, there are no stops.” James mumbles cheekily, a little hoarse from the fact that he’s nearly bent in half with the back of the sofa jutting into his abdomen. But no matter, he’s oblivious. He’s still getting his kisses.

[collielynch]

"Shit-!" Colin gasp-laughs as he's wrestled into the couch pillows, squirming outright. "You shit-" he smacks out at the older man's arm. talking against his lips, but he can't fight his smile. He has to squirm for a full minute (well, maybe he's enjoying himself a little too) before he can roll away from him and off the opposite side of the couch. He hops back up after a second, hair mussed from the cushions and the floor, and rushes back to James. His limp is still visible when he moves that fast, but he doesn't recognize it. He grabs James' hand and drags him before he can resist. "You need to look in your linen closet. There's more linen there. Than normal. So." 

[jamesy-harrison]

"Mm." James couldn’t be more indifferent if he tried, pushing his nose down against Colin’s cheek until he can maneuver their lips together again, stubbornly indulgent with a real kiss this time. The second before his eyes close, Colin’s do, and he catches a glimpse of the younger boy’s lashes, lightly golden and almost too feminine in comparison to the sharp angles of his jaw. He’s fiercely fond of them and keeps his eyes open for a half a second more to soak in the intimacy of it, before giving in entirely, fingers curling into the soft hairs at Colin’s nape. He’s allowed this intimacy now. He takes his fill of it, and fights a smile all the while.

[collielynch]

Colin moans into the kiss, eyes closed and scowling against it. "No, I mean -" He stops for a long second before nipping at the older man's lower lip and pulling back, a hand firm on his chest to hold him off. "Stop with the kissing," he laughs out, shaking his head. "I mean, I was lying. I knew it was your birthday. I did a thing." 

[jamesy-harrison]

James’ fingers find their way to the neckline of Colin’s work shirt, leaning into the back of the couch as he grins, eyebrows quirking upwards at the blonde’s unabashed tone. “Mister Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me.” This time, when he goes to capture Colin’s lips, he succeeds, hand sliding upwards to carefully cradle his jaw, though the overdone ‘mwuah’ noise he puts into the kiss is more triumphant teasing than anything.

[collielynch]

Colin snorts immediately, and he has to brace a hand on James' shoulder to stop himself from shaking with laughter. "How'd you know?" He flushes a little bit at his fingers, and he swats them away after the kiss. "You're such a dork, Jamie, jeez." He groans, but kisses at his neck anyway, still kneeling up towards him. "So, I lied." 

[jamesy-harrison]

James can’t help but frown a little at that, though it looks more like a pout with the way his forehead crinkles, halfway through twisting around to place the rose on the side table and trying unsuccessfully to chase Colin’s mouth with his own, which only makes him look a bit more childish when he doesn’t get his real kiss. “I know that.” he said automatically, pulling his arms back into his shirt and rumbling with the fabric again. “I was about to fix it before you barged in.” His tone gets flippant at the end, but his smile is tugging at the corner of his mouth again, because James is actually really happy to see him. To see anyone, really. Sure, Wylee had made her customary call, but there was a special sort of affection that flushed through his chest as he reached down, combing his fingers briefly through Colin’s hair before ruffling it. “Don’t make me question your outfit as well, I’ll pick apart the fratboy look before you can count ten.”

[collielynch]

They're teasing again, and Colin is in love with the rhythm of their game. He nuzzles automatically up into the warmth of James' hand, eyes closing briefly before he can manage his own flippant reply. "You know," he says, scooting around on the couch to sit on his knees,  leaning up to pull on his arm. "You can pick apart my outfit if you want." He smiles openly, near beaming, and kisses quick and chaste at his jaw. "I'm not that attached." 

[jamesy-harrison]

James initially thinks it’s the pizza man. Which is a totally logical assumption, seeing as it is his birthday after all, and he always splurges for himself on his birthday. However, when he pulls himself up from his self-induced coma of microwave popcorn and Bogie movies, the all meat-lovers pizza isn’t waiting for him at the door. “Gimme a second!” A shirt was quickly snatched off of the back of the couch, James wiggling into it as he made his way down the hall, grasping for the door handle. “Let me just find my-. Colin?” He blinks down at the flower for a long moment, lips forming a perfect ‘o’ of surprise before stretching out into a sudden smile. “I didn’t know you were coming over, I woulda- here, come on in.” James backtracks quickly out of the way, reaching for the rose as an afterthought as he follows Colin’s step in with an almost bewildered grin. “How’d you know it was my day? Stalking school files again?”

[collielynch]

Colin laughs at James' fussing outright, and he takes advantage of the older man cornering himself behind him and whirls quick to kiss the corner of his mouth (it aches a bit to be able to do that, and his body is singing on the inside, blissed) before blinking innocent eyes up at him. "Who, me? Do I look like someone who breaks the rules?" His laugh fights through anyway and he passes through the living room to throw himself down on the couch like he owns it. It takes him a second, but his eyebrows raise fully when he notices, and he has to cover his mouth not to snort. "Jay, your shirt's on backwards." 

[collielynch]

At exactly 7:58pm on Tuesday, September 17th, 2073, Colin stood outside James' apartment door grinning like an idiot. They weren't technically a thing, but they were something, and today was half of their something's birthday. He knocked on the door to the vague tune of the star trek theme, a small flower hidden behind his back, and banished his smile just in time for it to swing open. Suddenly sheepish, he thrust the rose forward and shrugged a shoulder.  "I don't know if I'm supposed to- but-" he stopped, and bit his lip on a small grin, flicking blue eyes up to him. "I forgot it was your birthday, but I bought this on the way here. Happy Birthday, Jamie." 

[collielynch]

This is now a 1x1 blog, potential (not probable) lurkers. Starting now. Shazam. 

[jamesy-harrison]

Well, I- uhm.. [falls silent for a bewildered second, not sure what to say, finally offering up tentatively.] We can try this for, uh, for a little while. And then. Maybe move forwards?

[collielynch]

[ducks his head into James' chest for a second, grinning to himself, and his smile is evident in his voice] Yeah. Yeah, okay. 

[jamesy-harrison]

[frowns, nudging at him a bit.] No, say it. I don’t like neverminds.

[collielynch]

[speaks over-fast and quiet, nudging him back] So if we're not - what are we? 

[jamesy-harrison]

We tried that before, didn’t we? [manages a tiny laugh, ducking his head in slight embarrassment.] Didn’t exactly work, Spencer still- well, that’s not the bottom line. [carefully closes his hand around Colin’s, slow, partially not to startle him, and partially not to break the quiet spell that seemed to have fallen over them.] Besides.. I’d much rather you talk to me than not.

[collielynch]

So um.. [takes a breath, attempting a shrug and staring at their hands obviously] ... does that mean? Uh- I don't mean-um. [frowns at the television, the bright ad on the screen flickering in the reflection on his eyes] ... uh. nevermind.

[jamesy-harrison]

[can’t help but smile at Colin’s kittenish impulse, fingers twitching involuntarily as he settles against the younger boy more comfortably.] Good. I am too.

[collielynch]

[quiet, but grounded, speaking as he traces James' palm] So I can - um, I can talk to you less, at the academy? So nobody guesses... That's probably smart, right?

[jamesy-harrison]

I suppose it is. [tucks his chin up against the top of Colin’s hair, almost avoiding, almost drawing strength from it, gazing quietly across the room at the side of the television.] Is that.. alright with you?

[collielynch]

[fishes out to grab James' hand, pulling it over and playing with it idly] Yeah! Yeah, of course it is. Yeah. [bites his lip] I'm- I'm a fan of this.

[jamesy-harrison]

[snickers, raising an eyebrow as he looks back over at him.] Well, I’m retired, so we should be fine.. [props himself up on one elbow, threading the fingers of his free hand through Colin’s hair and pressing their lips together again, hourly news jingle chiming in the background.]

[collielynch]

[hums against his lips, nipping a bit at him before kissing against his cheek and speaking quietly into his skin] So.. is this a thing we're doing now? 

[jamesy-harrison]

[can’t help but join in on the giggle-fest, squeezing his eyes shut and hooking an elbow over his face, turning as much away from Colin as is possible.] Shut up, I was such a manic pixie. Y’know, ten years ago.

[collielynch]

[thoughtfully, looking up at the ceiling] Can a pixie even have sex with another MPDG? I feel like the world would break down. Fabric of spacetime and all of that. Too much free-spirit in one small space, too excellent orgasms. [turns to look at him, chewing on his cheek] So I guess you're out of luck. For the sake of the universe. 

[jamesy-harrison]

[chokes out a surprised snort-laugh, burying his face in Colin’s hair, mumbling almost unintelligibly.] I already tried that in college, it doesn’t look good. Purple suited me more.

[collielynch]

[actually shakes with quiet giggles before settling back into his lawyer-voice] I d- [takes a breath] I don't know if that retroactively qualifies you for free-spirited manic pixie dream sex. The purple has to be some kind of bonus point though. 

[jamesy-harrison]

[grins, attempting a shrug, resting his cheek against the side of Colin’s head, adopting a mock- casual tone.] I usually just watch New Girl and hope that one day a girl, hopefully one who looks kind of like Zooey Deschanel, will realize I’m just a quirky free spirit and she’ll have quirky, free spirited sex with me. Then I realize, twenty years from now, I’m probably gonna end up dying alone without Zooey Deschanel. And that is why I watch the news. [crinkles his nose, looking at the screen.] ‘Sides, you can’t expect me to actually read the papers, can you? This is the only way I’m every gonna know what goes on in the world.

[collielynch]

[cocks his head, considering, and nods faux-seriously] I'd have quirky free-spirited sex with you, but in order to prove your quirk-arity you'd have to dye your hair blue. It's science. 

[jamesy-harrison]

[mumbles, still half-smiling and allowing himself to be dragged.] I don’t appreciate your mocking- [quickly shifts to avoid crushing Colin as he tugs him down, managing to tuck the blonde up against him either way, legs all gangly hanging out over the side of the couch, letting out a few grumbly noises as he arranges two on the cushions that are more used to containing one, careful to avoid pressing down on any of Colin’s wounds.]

[collielynch]

[copies his tone of voice] I don't appreciate your face. [smiles after James adjust them, tilting his head back to kiss his neck before turning to the television] Why are you watching the news, anyway?