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mayqueen517YESSSS. \o/ This can sort of follow Poets Of The Deed, in a way, in that it's Cobra Starship gen, with a majority of the focus on Gabe.
Title: If It Works
Characters: Gabe Saporta, Ryland Blackinton, Nate Novarro
Rating: G
Word Count: 709
::Disclaimer: I own nothing, you know how it goes. The title is actually mine, sort of? It's from the fic itself, so whatever. Meant for entertainment, no profit being made, etc.::
Summary: Nate doesn't ask what he's laughing at, but he digs his fingers in Gabe's hair, combing through it easily and Gabe can't help but settle into it more.
Gabe wakes up first, stumbling out of his bunk quietly, walking slowly into the lounge, yawning widely as he listens to the rumbling of the bus. He looks out the window, watching the lines stream into a single line, like it's underlining the fields they're going past. Gabe leans back against the couch, curling up under a blanket and watching the fields slide past him.
He hears the familiar thud of Nate dropping out of his bunk and he smiles to himself, swaying his knees in time to whatever song's hanging out in the back of his head. He can feel the beginnings of a bruise on his knees from whatever he did last night while partying and when he stretches, Gabe can hear nothing but the hollow pop of his back.
"Yo," Nate says quietly, settling down beside of Gabe, a warm weight against him and Gabe smiles sleepily. Sometimes he looks at his band, at these people that fell into place and he wants to tell them how much of his love they have; but then again, he thinks that they know.
"When the fuck did you crash, dude?" Gabe asks, leaning and resting his head against Nate's, affectionate and lazy in the early morning or whatever time it is. Gabe's learned to just count whenever he wakes up as morning and Nate shrugs against him, leaning in. They stay like that for a few moments, settled against each other and Gabe sighs softly.
"I have no fucking clue. Also, dude, you're heavy."
"You love it," Gabe says, wiggling closer, laughing when Nate groans and shoves at him. They push back and forth against each other for a moment before Nate finally shifts over, trying to scoot away. Gabe takes advantage of it, laying down with his head in Nate's lap, grinning up at him. Nate makes a face, but Gabe knows how he is, he's lived with Nate and he knows that Nate likes the casual affection.
Nate sighs, reaching and carefully combing through Gabe's hair as Gabe feels his eyes slide shut. It's comforting, feeling Nate combing through his hair in the quiet of the bus, like a calm before the storm, and the thought of that makes Gabe laugh to himself. Nate doesn't ask what he's laughing at, but he digs his fingers in Gabe's hair, combing through it easily and Gabe can't help but settle into it more.
"It's a good thing I like you," Nate says, lightly tugging on Gabe's hair. Gabe laughs.
"Liar, you fucking love me," Gabe says, grinning up at him as Nate shrugs and rolls his eyes. Nate shifts, draping his free arm over Gabe's chest and it makes something settle in Gabe's head and chest, like hitting pause on a song, waiting and when Nate sighs again, Gabe tilts his head into Nate's stomach.
"If I have to," Nate says after a quiet moment, flashing a quick grin down at Gabe as they hear Ryland's familiar cough and groan that means he's woken up. Gabe reaches up, hanging onto Nate's arm, letting it anchor him casually, as Nate smiles, lightly patting Gabe's chest. It's a simple gesture, one that Gabe's fairly certain Nate doesn't realize he ever does, but it makes Gabe smile comfortably.
Ryland joins them a few minutes later, bleary and still sleepy as he sits on Gabe's feet. Ryland groans, leaning into Gabe's pulled up knees, burying his face against Gabe's pajama pants, making him laugh. He shifts his knees, tugging on Ryland until he's laying halfway between the couch and Gabe, Ryland looking at them both.
"Cuddles, eh?" he says in a sleepy approximation of his Guy Ripley accent. Gabe grins, shrugging as he and Nate drape their arm around Ryland.
"If it works," Nate says trailing off, grinning as Ryland makes a sleepy noise, pushing Gabe around until he's draped over Gabe's chest. Gabe closes his eyes finally, warm and comfortable between the two of them, drowsing in and out of a light doze. It's easy, like this, with the two of them, and Gabe knows that when Alex and Victoria wake up, they'll join in, but for now, this is enough.
Title: If It Works
Characters: Gabe Saporta, Ryland Blackinton, Nate Novarro
Rating: G
Word Count: 709
::Disclaimer: I own nothing, you know how it goes. The title is actually mine, sort of? It's from the fic itself, so whatever. Meant for entertainment, no profit being made, etc.::
Summary: Nate doesn't ask what he's laughing at, but he digs his fingers in Gabe's hair, combing through it easily and Gabe can't help but settle into it more.
Gabe wakes up first, stumbling out of his bunk quietly, walking slowly into the lounge, yawning widely as he listens to the rumbling of the bus. He looks out the window, watching the lines stream into a single line, like it's underlining the fields they're going past. Gabe leans back against the couch, curling up under a blanket and watching the fields slide past him.
He hears the familiar thud of Nate dropping out of his bunk and he smiles to himself, swaying his knees in time to whatever song's hanging out in the back of his head. He can feel the beginnings of a bruise on his knees from whatever he did last night while partying and when he stretches, Gabe can hear nothing but the hollow pop of his back.
"Yo," Nate says quietly, settling down beside of Gabe, a warm weight against him and Gabe smiles sleepily. Sometimes he looks at his band, at these people that fell into place and he wants to tell them how much of his love they have; but then again, he thinks that they know.
"When the fuck did you crash, dude?" Gabe asks, leaning and resting his head against Nate's, affectionate and lazy in the early morning or whatever time it is. Gabe's learned to just count whenever he wakes up as morning and Nate shrugs against him, leaning in. They stay like that for a few moments, settled against each other and Gabe sighs softly.
"I have no fucking clue. Also, dude, you're heavy."
"You love it," Gabe says, wiggling closer, laughing when Nate groans and shoves at him. They push back and forth against each other for a moment before Nate finally shifts over, trying to scoot away. Gabe takes advantage of it, laying down with his head in Nate's lap, grinning up at him. Nate makes a face, but Gabe knows how he is, he's lived with Nate and he knows that Nate likes the casual affection.
Nate sighs, reaching and carefully combing through Gabe's hair as Gabe feels his eyes slide shut. It's comforting, feeling Nate combing through his hair in the quiet of the bus, like a calm before the storm, and the thought of that makes Gabe laugh to himself. Nate doesn't ask what he's laughing at, but he digs his fingers in Gabe's hair, combing through it easily and Gabe can't help but settle into it more.
"It's a good thing I like you," Nate says, lightly tugging on Gabe's hair. Gabe laughs.
"Liar, you fucking love me," Gabe says, grinning up at him as Nate shrugs and rolls his eyes. Nate shifts, draping his free arm over Gabe's chest and it makes something settle in Gabe's head and chest, like hitting pause on a song, waiting and when Nate sighs again, Gabe tilts his head into Nate's stomach.
"If I have to," Nate says after a quiet moment, flashing a quick grin down at Gabe as they hear Ryland's familiar cough and groan that means he's woken up. Gabe reaches up, hanging onto Nate's arm, letting it anchor him casually, as Nate smiles, lightly patting Gabe's chest. It's a simple gesture, one that Gabe's fairly certain Nate doesn't realize he ever does, but it makes Gabe smile comfortably.
Ryland joins them a few minutes later, bleary and still sleepy as he sits on Gabe's feet. Ryland groans, leaning into Gabe's pulled up knees, burying his face against Gabe's pajama pants, making him laugh. He shifts his knees, tugging on Ryland until he's laying halfway between the couch and Gabe, Ryland looking at them both.
"Cuddles, eh?" he says in a sleepy approximation of his Guy Ripley accent. Gabe grins, shrugging as he and Nate drape their arm around Ryland.
"If it works," Nate says trailing off, grinning as Ryland makes a sleepy noise, pushing Gabe around until he's draped over Gabe's chest. Gabe closes his eyes finally, warm and comfortable between the two of them, drowsing in and out of a light doze. It's easy, like this, with the two of them, and Gabe knows that when Alex and Victoria wake up, they'll join in, but for now, this is enough.
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Date: 6 Nov 2010 04:47 (UTC)this made my night just that little bit better.
♥
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Date: 6 Nov 2010 04:54 (UTC)Hearing that makes my night a little bit better.
:-)
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Date: 7 Nov 2010 06:55 (UTC)Thank you again!