El Gato

[coffeebuddha]

Title: El Gato
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairing: Kevin Ryan/Javier Esposito
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Word Count:483
Summary: Kevin loves it when Javier speaks Spanish regardless of what he's actually saying.
Notes: Originally posted as a comment fic here.

 

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Javier pauses inside the door to his apartment, a pizza box balanced on the palm of one hand, and glances between Kevin, who is exercising his catlike ability to stretch out enough to take up the entire couch despite his less than bulky form, and the television, which is playing some Spanish soap opera that his mom and sisters like.

"Bro," Javier asks slowly, not entirely certain he wants to know the answer. On screen, a woman in a sparkling evening gown slaps a man dressed like a pirate on his way to a disco. "What are you doing?"

Kevin wriggles around on the couch and pushes himself up on one elbow so that he can arch an eyebrow at Javier with full effect. "I'm watching tv."

A silent but obvious duh hangs at the end of that sentence. Javier ignores it. The remote's nowhere in sight, which means Kevin's probably laying on top of it, so Javier rolls his eyes, drops the pizza on the coffee table, and shoves Kevin's legs out of the way so that he can sit down. As soon as he's settled, Kevin flops back down on the couch and swings his feet up onto Javier's lap.

"So, why are you watching this?"

Kevin shrugs, his focus entirely on some woman as she hurls a glass of wine across the room. "I just, I don't know, like listening to it."

Javier blinks and wraps a hand around one of Kevin's ankles, yanking him further down the couch and more on top of him. "Is that right? This in particular or just the Spanish?"

There's a short scuffle as Kevin tries to keep from falling off the couch, and then Javier has his fingers hooked through the other man's belt loops and a lapful of Kevin's ass. Kevin tries to look affronted, but the gleam in his eye completely ruins it. "What can I say?" he asks, shifting so that he's straddling Javier. "Spanish is hot."

"Oh, really?" Javier grins and nips at Kevin's jaw. "El gato es en mi pantalones."

Kevin shivers against him, his head dropping back so that Javier only needs to turn a little bit to suck a mark into pale skin. A collared shirt will cover that, he thinks. Well, mostly.

"El pollo azul es muy delicioso," he murmurs as he nuzzles and licks his way up Kevin's neck. Kevin's fingers curl into his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises, and when he grinds down, Javier sucks his earlobe into his mouth and bites. Kevin yelps, curling himself around his lover, his breathing loud and harsh against the dramatic music swelling on the television.

"No como berenjena por cena," Javier says against flushed skin and Kevin groans, pushing unsteadily to his feet.

"Fuck," he says brokenly, ripping off his shirt as he stumbles back a little. "Fuck. Get your ass in the bedroom. Now."

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Thanks for reading! Feedback is always appreciated!

Huge thanks to topetine for translating my nonsensical phrases into Spanish! <3

Also, I drew a Ryan/Esposito comic. You can find it here if you're interested.

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