Just a little fluff ficlet written for fififollein return for all the hard work on the OC icons recently, especially my shiny new Josh Barclay icons. Thanks to lukadreamingfor the beta.
Series: slots into the 5D/3Y-verse not long after ‘A Quiet Morning In’
Title: What’s in a Name?
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
Word count: approx 500
Summary: Connor has a very important question for Ryan.
Ryan didn’t immediately respond. His eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply, still coming down from the climax of an entire morning spent having sex. Quite how Connor could sound so coherent was utterly beyond him right then.
“Ryan? Can I ask you something?”
Connor’s voice was serious and insistent, and Ryan cracked an eye open to see his lover propped on one elbow and looking down at him with an expression of quiet concentration.
Connor was clearly thinking far too hard about something again. Ryan suspected this might be a bad sign, and tried to pay attention.
“What is it?”
Connor didn’t reply at first, his face still creased in thought and slightly puzzled-looking. Then he said, “Am I supposed to be calling you Tom now? Only, I’ve been thinking, and I don’t know if it’s right that I should still be calling you Ryan now that we’re, you know...” a faint flush of red crept into his cheeks and he waved his free hand around in a vague gesture. “You know, a couple.”
Ryan just raised his eyebrows slightly, and tried not to smile. It never ceased to amaze him how Connor could be so perfectly at ease making love for hours on end, and yet become flustered over such silly little things.
“Do you want to call me Tom?”
“I don’t know.” Connor paused, and his fingers started absently tracing patterns on Ryan’s chest. “Tom.” He seemed to be trying the word out to discover what it sounded like. Ryan indulged him, still feeling a little too lethargic and contented to be bothered about arguing.
“Tom. Tom.” Connor’s nose suddenly wrinkled and he gave Ryan a lopsided grin. “No, I can’t get used to it after all this time. It sounds too strange.”
“Thanks,” Ryan commented sarcastically.
“No, that’s not what I meant.” Connor flapped at him with his free hand, although Ryan wasn’t entirely certain if the gesture was supposed to be an explanation or an apology. Ryan decided now might be an opportune moment to forestall any further ramblings.
“Connor,” he said firmly. “I really don’t care what you call me. It doesn’t matter.”
He realised almost immediately that such a blanket statement was a mistake. A smirk started forming on Connor’s face in a way that Ryan had learned to be slightly afraid of.
“Okay. I’ll remember you said that in future, Fluffy Snugglekins.”
Connor’s smirk became a full blown fit of giggles.
Ryan could only watch helplessly for a few moments. When it became clear that Connor wasn’t going to stop laughing any time soon, he decided it might be time to put an end to this particular line of thought. Turning his finely honed strategic mind to the situation, Ryan started to smile a little himself as well.
Perhaps now was the perfect opportunity for a demonstration of his extensive and intimate knowledge of all Connor’s most ticklish spots.