“Your favorite doughnut, though, right?”
“Of course,” he giggled, Ryan giving him an exaggeratedly bright grin, before he motioned to the sketchbook, “Can I look?”
“Only if you tell me just why you were outside in the rain in the first place.”
Gavin shrugged and picked up the black, leather-bound book, flipping through, secretly pleased at how many sketches and drawings were of him, “Geoff thought it would be absolutely brilliant to leave me at the bar. He texted me later saying he was joking and was coming back for me, but I was already halfway here by then. Planning on getting even on Monday, if you want to be my partner-in-crime.”
“Of course. I still haven’t gotten him back for the whole Shenanigans thing.”
“I’m planning on pranking him, love, not killing him,” Gavin looked amused, despite his words, glancing up at the now pouting Gent.
“You’re no fun.”
Gavin laughed before raising his eyebrows at the drawing on the page, “I think your drawings beg to differ.”
Oops.
His pout became a sheepish smile, as he felt warmth flood his cheeks. It was definitely not one of his most…innocent…drawings. In fact, it wasn’t even close. Decidedly not PG. NC-17 might have been a better rating for it.
At least Gavin didn’t look upset. Then again, it wasn’t the first time he found one of these drawings.
“Awww, you’re getting all blushy! Are you embarrassed, love?” Gavin was giggling, “Are you embarrassed I found your secret stash of porn, again?”
“It’s not…okay, yeah, it’s porn. I have no excuses.”
At least Gavin was laughing as he continued on, flipping though the book, though he seemed a bit more pensive as his laugher died down. Ryan just continued sipping on his hot chocolate, the quiet comfortable as they cuddled together, the rain still falling, bouncing against his windows, TV turned on, but volume low, more as background noise than anything.
It was perfect.
“Ryan?” Gavin spoke quietly, still slowly going through the pages, “Do you think about me like that a lot?”
He hummed softly in response, taking a moment to consider his answer before speaking, “Sometimes, yeah.”
Now it was Gavin’s turn to pause, “What’s your…your favorite? If you have one, at least. I mean…I have one, but I don’t know if you do, and it’s okay if you don’t I just-“
“Gav, breathe. I…I do, actually. And, at some point, I wanna know what yours is but…here…this one’s mine…” he was back to blushing, gently taking the book and flipping to a specific page, offering it back to the Brit, allowing Gavin to take in the rather detailed drawing. He took another drink, trying to hide his anxiety as Gavin scanned the page.
Gavin quietly bit his lip, before putting the book down, shifting to look up at Ryan quietly, the mugs settling beside each other on the coffee table, as Ryan’s arms loosely wrapped around the smaller man.
The two watched each other, before Gavin finally spoke, “You know, Rye…I could use some more…warming up.”
Ryan raised his eyebrow, lips twitching into a small smile, “Oh? Are you still cold?”
“A little bit, yeah. But…I think…you have a good idea on how to fix that, yeah?” Gavin was blushing now, a pink tint coloring his cheeks, small, shy smile, gracing his lips. One that Ryan was mirroring.
“Yeah, I might have an idea.”
Gavin was the first to make a move, lips soft against his own, the kiss gentle and slow, Gavin managing to lay on top of the larger man, Ryan’s hand threading through Gavin’s soft hair. This they knew. This they had done many times.
The other part…not so much. In fact, not at all. At least, not until now.
They broke apart once air became a necessity, Gavin’s forehead leaning against his own, both of them smiling like shy teenagers at each other, instead of the adults they claimed they were.
Ryan’s hands slid along Gavin’s sides, slipping under the hoodie to touch the soft skin underneath, “You sure, Gav?”
“Yeah. Yeah, absolutely.”
“Then,” Ryan spoke quietly, gently nudging Gavin off of him, the younger man watching him in confusion, “I believe it’s a bit warmer in my room.”
Gavin grinned and took the hand Ryan offered him, reconnecting their lips for a brief moment once he was on his feet, before allowing himself to be lead into Ryan’s modest bedroom.
And, you know, sometimes, real life is better than any work of art ever could be.
