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Falling
Title: Falling
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairing: Kevin Ryan/Javier Esposito
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Word Count: 787
Summary: Kevin was a model Irish Catholic boy. Then he met Javier.
Notes: Originally posted as a comment fic here.
Kevin Ryan is a good Irish Catholic boy. He went through his first communion, served as an alter boy for a couple of years, attended Catholic school for twelve years without complaining, always goes to Mass when there isn't a murder to keep him away, lights weekly candles, and even does the whole confessional thing, although he admittedly omits some things, like what happened with Lacy Doyle after prom in the back of his dad's station wagon. He does more than just go through the motions. He believes, never questioning, and trust that as long as he follows the path he's on, he'll get married to a Nice Girl, have kids who he'll escort to church,still have weekly dinners at his mom's, and retire after a long, respectable career as a detective. Heck, who could ask for more?
He never suspects anything particularly drastic is going to happen when he and Javier Esposito-a man he only vaguely knows from around the precinct-are assigned to be partners. The guy is cocky and a little rough around the edges, but he's smart and as quick to buy a round of drinks as he is with a joke. They click, easily falling into the kind of partnership that normally takes years to build in a matter of months. There are ballgames and gaming marathons and nights where they do nothing but get shit faced and tell each other the kind of stories that only ever slip out when you've gone through half a bottle of tequila and are wearing an open dvd case as a hat.
If Kevin occasionally misses a service because he's hungover or asleep on Javier's couch, then he doesn't think that much of it. He just catches an evening service when his schedule allows and sometimes even bullies Javier into coming with him. Weekly dinners at his mom's still happen, come rain, shine, or homicide, but now Javier has a regular seat at the table and there's twice as much nagging about them being safe and maybe looking into a parking ticket or two for a friend of the family. Kevin regularly gets roped into babysitting for Javier's sister's kids, who Javier isn't allowed to watch alone after the Spaghetti and Superglue Incident. After a few months, he knows way more than he ever wanted to about Twilight and can play Barbie like a pro, but he can't bring himself to mind that much because afterward there's take out and Madden at Javier's.
Kevin stops going to confession. It's not a conscious decision, really. He just keeps putting it off for one more day, then another and another until the days stretch out into weeks and months. He wants to go, wants to feel the familiar peace that comes from showing the worst of himself to someone else and having them reassure him that he's still loved and wanted. Except that there's Javier, who knows about that time in college he spent a weekend completely out of his mind on cocaine and how terrified he'd been when his ex-girlfriend Julie had missed her period for nearly two months and how he'd once hot wired a car-not to steal, just to prove that he could. Javier, who knows all these things he's never spoken aloud and has never done anything but pass him another beer and tell him about the tattoo of Tweety Bird he has on his inner thigh from The Spring Break From Hell. So there's that, and then there's the fact that he can't quite figure out how to tell Father Kelly, who was at the hospital the day he was born, that his biggest sins lately are the dreams he's been having nearly constantly, filled with dark skin and heady moans and tangy sweat and sweet friction.
The first time Javier kisses him is after a case. There's blood on the toe of Kevin's shoe and the cuff of his pants and he'll probably have a pretty good black eye in the morning. He's tired and Javier's apartment is closer than his, so he follows him home, wondering if his leftover lasagna is still in the fridge or if Javier will have already eaten it. If it's gone, he's pretty sure Javier will have some Thai leftovers that he can snag. He's hoping that the Thai will be that noodle dish with the crunchy peanut sauce when Javier rounds on him, backing him up against the wall. Javier's lips are softer than he'd expected, the kiss almost gentle. When he parts his lips for Javier's tongue, the other man tastes like old coffee and mint and damnation, and Kevin clutches him all the tighter and lets himself fall.
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Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairing: Kevin Ryan/Javier Esposito
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Word Count: 787
Summary: Kevin was a model Irish Catholic boy. Then he met Javier.
Notes: Originally posted as a comment fic here.
***
Kevin Ryan is a good Irish Catholic boy. He went through his first communion, served as an alter boy for a couple of years, attended Catholic school for twelve years without complaining, always goes to Mass when there isn't a murder to keep him away, lights weekly candles, and even does the whole confessional thing, although he admittedly omits some things, like what happened with Lacy Doyle after prom in the back of his dad's station wagon. He does more than just go through the motions. He believes, never questioning, and trust that as long as he follows the path he's on, he'll get married to a Nice Girl, have kids who he'll escort to church,still have weekly dinners at his mom's, and retire after a long, respectable career as a detective. Heck, who could ask for more?
He never suspects anything particularly drastic is going to happen when he and Javier Esposito-a man he only vaguely knows from around the precinct-are assigned to be partners. The guy is cocky and a little rough around the edges, but he's smart and as quick to buy a round of drinks as he is with a joke. They click, easily falling into the kind of partnership that normally takes years to build in a matter of months. There are ballgames and gaming marathons and nights where they do nothing but get shit faced and tell each other the kind of stories that only ever slip out when you've gone through half a bottle of tequila and are wearing an open dvd case as a hat.
If Kevin occasionally misses a service because he's hungover or asleep on Javier's couch, then he doesn't think that much of it. He just catches an evening service when his schedule allows and sometimes even bullies Javier into coming with him. Weekly dinners at his mom's still happen, come rain, shine, or homicide, but now Javier has a regular seat at the table and there's twice as much nagging about them being safe and maybe looking into a parking ticket or two for a friend of the family. Kevin regularly gets roped into babysitting for Javier's sister's kids, who Javier isn't allowed to watch alone after the Spaghetti and Superglue Incident. After a few months, he knows way more than he ever wanted to about Twilight and can play Barbie like a pro, but he can't bring himself to mind that much because afterward there's take out and Madden at Javier's.
Kevin stops going to confession. It's not a conscious decision, really. He just keeps putting it off for one more day, then another and another until the days stretch out into weeks and months. He wants to go, wants to feel the familiar peace that comes from showing the worst of himself to someone else and having them reassure him that he's still loved and wanted. Except that there's Javier, who knows about that time in college he spent a weekend completely out of his mind on cocaine and how terrified he'd been when his ex-girlfriend Julie had missed her period for nearly two months and how he'd once hot wired a car-not to steal, just to prove that he could. Javier, who knows all these things he's never spoken aloud and has never done anything but pass him another beer and tell him about the tattoo of Tweety Bird he has on his inner thigh from The Spring Break From Hell. So there's that, and then there's the fact that he can't quite figure out how to tell Father Kelly, who was at the hospital the day he was born, that his biggest sins lately are the dreams he's been having nearly constantly, filled with dark skin and heady moans and tangy sweat and sweet friction.
The first time Javier kisses him is after a case. There's blood on the toe of Kevin's shoe and the cuff of his pants and he'll probably have a pretty good black eye in the morning. He's tired and Javier's apartment is closer than his, so he follows him home, wondering if his leftover lasagna is still in the fridge or if Javier will have already eaten it. If it's gone, he's pretty sure Javier will have some Thai leftovers that he can snag. He's hoping that the Thai will be that noodle dish with the crunchy peanut sauce when Javier rounds on him, backing him up against the wall. Javier's lips are softer than he'd expected, the kiss almost gentle. When he parts his lips for Javier's tongue, the other man tastes like old coffee and mint and damnation, and Kevin clutches him all the tighter and lets himself fall.
***