Daily Drabble 39

[coffeebuddha]

Title: Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairings: Javier Esposito, Kevin Ryan, Lanie, Jenny
Word Count: 995
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Prompt: "R/E-something a bit angsty? but still hot!" Requested by starscythe, which I evidently translated to mean 'write me a cracky college AU where Esposito is taking a life drawing class and Ryan is the nude model of his dreams'.

 

 

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Javier kind of hates his life, or at the very least he hates Lanie, because he wouldn't be taking this stupid art class if it wasn't for her. He'd be taking something manly and appropriately sweaty, like maybe weight lifting or boxing, but she had pouted. Her pout is a fucking WMD. It's lethal and she's always known how to get him right in her crosshairs with it, so at nine fucking AM on a Monday while he's hungover out of his mind from a party on Saturday, he stumbles into the art building, plops down onto a stool next to Lanie, and looks up to see the most gorgeous man in pretty much the entire world.

And he's naked.

Because Javier's life hates him at least as much as he hates it, he's uncomfortably hard for the entire agonizing hour that the class lasts. The model, on the other hand, lounges like it's a freaking Olympic sport and he's aiming for the gold. The way he's carelessly splayed out in front of the entire class is frankly a little obscene, and Javier wonders how the school isn't being bombarded with letters from concerned mothers right this instant about it.

He mutters as much to Lanie while they're packing up their things and she just rolls her eyes at him, slugs him in the bicep hard enough to hurt, and pronounces, "It's art, Sister Mary Prudish. Sack up, the semester's just getting started."​

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Javier can't decide if he's happy or disappointed that their model during the next class session is a tall guy with brown hair who won't stop quoting science fiction shows or winking at the girls in the classroom long enough for him to get his face right.

Lanie tells him to pull the stick out of his ass before she does it for him and beats him with the damn thing.

He's buying her coffee and a scone so she'll stop thwacking him with her sketchpad when he looks up and sees the first model walking through the student union, somehow managing to make a pink polo look sexy, with his arm draped loosely around a pretty blonde's shoulders. They're laughing together, voices low and intimate, and don't notice him standing there, even though they pass close enough that he could easily reach out and unpop the guy's collar or snatch up the sunglasses he has draped backwards over his ears.

Javier mumbles an excuse that makes absolutely no sense--there might be something about aliens and picking up a toy poodle for his grandmother--and leaves Lanie with both their coffees and a small mountain of overpriced baked goods. He heads straight to the gym and beats up on a punching bag and does crunches until he feels human enough to walk back to his dorm without wanting to snap at every douchey frat guy he sees.

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Things go from bad to worse over the next few weeks. He manages to find out the guy's name in ways that he refuses to talk about, but which are totally not creepy, and while he doesn't do anything as stupid as blush whenever Kevin Ryan is modeling, he can't deny feeling a little flutter whenever he walks in and finds the guy spread out like every dirty thought Javier's ever had.

He nearly drops the class after Ryan's girlfriend turns out to be another one of the models, because Ryan always tags along and makes the funniest, dorkiest comments in an almost overlookable undertone that somehow makes Javier want to jump him even more than drawing him in the buff does and seriously? What the hell did he ever do to deserve this?

Lanie maintains that it's the universe's way of getting him back for that time she caught him charging the guys in their high school homeroom five bucks a head to touch one of her bras and cackles like the evil, evil woman she is for a solid half hour. Javier drinks the last of her coconut rum in retaliation.

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Things come to a head a while after that at the scifi model's Halloween party. Javier's busy choking down some of the punch--which is basically Everclear with some food coloring and jello shots tossed in--when Ryan and his girl burst into the room. She's dressed like a sexy poodle or a sexy cotton ball or something and Javier doesn't even know, because he's too busy trying to keep his brain from dribbling out of his ear at the sight of Kevin fucking Ryan dressed as a French maid.

Javier's boxing shorts suddenly feel like not nearly enough clothing.

He's pretty sure there's not enough clothing in the world when he runs into Ryan at the punch bowl. Ryan grins in a way that makes the earth tilt on its axis, all straight white teeth and crinkly blue eyes, and says, "Bro, you are ripped. Maybe you should be the one standing in front of the class and I should be the one behind the sketchpad."

Before Javier can remember how to form words, Ryan slaps him on the ass and saunters off, completely at ease in six inch heels.

It's like being stuck in an episode of the Twilight Zone, Javier thinks fuzzily, and he's too confused to be annoyed when the girlfriend, Jenny, corners him a couple drinks later. She's sweeter than he'd like her to be and after only a few minutes he's actually listening instead of just pretending to, which is how he ends up hearing all about her boyfriend back home and how 'Kevin is pretty much the best friend ever, because he keeps all the guys from hitting on me,' and oh. 

Oh.

When he looks up, it's to see Ryan grinning at him, slow and easy and dark with promise, and his stomach flip flops in the best way ever, because apparently his life is a little sadistic, but otherwise pretty damn awesome.

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Next in the French Girls Verse: Foot In Mouth Disease

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[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!

I actually got into Criminal Minds, CSI, and Supernatural--to name a few--fanfiction ages before I ever actually watched the shows. I've started watching so many shows because I found writers I liked who wrote fanfiction for them. :)