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“Oh God,” Nancy said.
Ryan jerked back from kissing Carson and banged his head on the freezer. “Ow, fuck!”
“Honey,” Carson said, but Nancy cut him off with a raised hand. She was laughing, that’s what that wheezing noise was. Ryan was pretty sure.
“You know what,” she said, still giggling a little, “you know, I think I have a stakeout tonight.”
“Oh, come on, Nancy,” Ryan said. “Don’t let us chase you off.” He belatedly realized he was holding Carson’s hand and tried to let go, but Carson wouldn’t let go.
“I’m not running away.” Nancy’s face was still beet red, but then again, so was Carson’s. So was Ryan’s, probably. “I’m giving you space. Unentwining.”
Carson folded at that, but insisted on sending Nancy off for her “stakeout” (staking out delivery with George or Bess, Ryan assumed) with a Tupperware of snickerdoodles.
Ryan was tempted by the snickerdoodles, he wasn’t going to lie, but he had higher priorities, and the second the door closed behind Nancy, he was back up in Carson’s space.
“Well, that was excruciating,” Carson said.
Ryan kissed Carson. “Number one, we’re never talking about it again. Number two, let’s take advantage of--” He gestured to the bedroom.
Carson raised an amused eyebrow.
“Look, your other choice involves defiling the kitchen,” Ryan said meaningfully. “So…”
Carson grabbed his hand and towed him upstairs.
They’d managed to talk a little in between bouts of kissing over the last few days, so maybe it was good that they’d had a grumpy teen detective around for large portions of the week. Ryan didn’t feel like he had to ask all the when? with who? how much? questions in the moment, and could just concentrate on pushing Carson down onto the bed and climbing over him, pinning his wrists to the bed and kissing him.
“You make me remember how great kissing is,” he said moving just far enough away to get a little bit of breath in.
“Yeah,” Carson said. “Although, uh--” His hips jerked up a little as Ryan bit down on his collarbone. “Things that aren’t kissing can be great too.”
Ryan shifted so he was straddling Carson and watched Carson’s eyes go wide from the contact. “Any suggestions, counselor?”
“A couple,” Carson said, shifting under Ryan’s hands. “In the matter of clothes: we’re wearing too many.”
Ryan immediately let go and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Carson was wearing a Dad Sweater, in a hunter green that made his eyes look fucking amazing, but Ryan was still going to get him out of it ASAP. He let Carson sit up just long enough to get it off, then tackled him back to the bed, leaving Carson laughing into the kiss as they both went for Carson’s jeans.
“You’re a menace,” Carson said.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Ryan said, and watched Carson’s eyes go dazed as Ryan got a hand down into his boxers.
“Absolute menace,” Carson said. “Clothes. Off.”
Ryan rubbed his thumb over the head of Carson’s cock just to hear the noise he made, then got rid of all remaining scraps of clothing and knelt back on the bed. “That better?” he asked, hand back on Carson.
“Ryan,” Carson said, voice hoarse. He reeled Ryan in with one hand on his hip and the other on the back of his neck until Ryan leaned close enough to kiss him hard and filthy.
Ryan broke away and buried his face in Carson’s neck. “You smell good,” he said, muffled.
Carson huffed out a laugh, blending right into a moan as Ryan sucked at the base of his throat. “Pretty sure I smell like Old Spice and sex, you weirdo.”
“My point stands,” Ryan said indistinctly. He wanted this to last forever, he thought, a little dizzy from the way Carson was shaking under him. He wanted to make Carson feel like this forever.
"Ryan," Carson gasped, and jerked under Ryan's hands as he came. Ryan soothed him through the aftershocks, kissing along his jaw and temple.
Carson finally slid a hand into Ryan's hair and guided him over for a long kiss. "There you are," Ryan said against Carson's lips.
"Mm-hm," Carson said.
Ryan dimly registered Carson brushing a hand over his own stomach, and then his hand was on Ryan’s cock, slick with his own--Ryan swallowed hard, his pulse loud in his ears. He wrapped his hand around Carson’s and the two of them moved at Carson’s patient, mindbending pace, until Ryan’s brain shorted out and he came all over both of them.
Ryan rolled down onto the bed, only partly on top of Carson. Carson grunted and let him.
“That was…that was pretty great,” Ryan said.
Carson turned to meet Ryan’s eyes and smiled. “I agree.”
Ryan leaned forward and bumped their foreheads together. “That said, you know what is really great?”
Carson huffed in a laugh. “No, what?”
“Snickerdoodles?” Ryan suggested, and Carson laughed until Ryan kissed him quiet.