It wasn’t that Tim wanted to be sleeping on Raylan’s couch, because he didn’t. He’d met rooftops in war zones that were more comfortable than the piece of shit Raylan claimed to watch television on. It wasn’t that Tim wanted to be sleeping on Raylan’s couch. It was just that, at the end of the day, leaving to go someplace better was this side of too much effort
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The jerky movements of Raylan’s fingers had settled to quieter ones-smooth and patterned circles he was making with his thumb. Tim’s flesh felt hot, and he ached like he was too big for his skin. It’d been a long drive back from Louisiana.
“I was in New Orleans,” Tim said. “You been?”
“Yeah, I’ve been.” Raylan sounded the kind of wistful that Tim had never been able to manage for anywhere, at all, ever. “What were you doin’ down there?”
“Got a cousin there for school. It was a vacation, if you can believe it.”
“Tim?” Raylan asked, several seconds later, “You fall asleep on me?”
“If I said yes would you leave me alone?”
“Sleepin on my couch was supposed to be a one time thing.”
Raylan’s voice was a hell of a lot closer than it had been ten seconds ago. Tim opened his eyes. “Jesus,” he said, “Can I get a little breathing room?”
Ryan was right there, and the hand that had been cool on Tim’s shoulder was adjusting first one pea bag, then the other, now lying cool as ever against Tim’s stomach. Raylan’s fingers just barely curled
( ... )
Oh wow! :D This is so good. Tim is so evasive and snarky and Tim-like and BAM sexual tension. Yess. Also, I really want to know how Tim burnt himself that badly but that's probably a story for another episode. (; Basically: the whole conversation feels very organic and in character and right and fucking bravo, man. (Also, coherency in feedback? What is that for anyway?) Eeee. ♥
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“I was in New Orleans,” Tim said. “You been?”
“Yeah, I’ve been.” Raylan sounded the kind of wistful that Tim had never been able to manage for anywhere, at all, ever. “What were you doin’ down there?”
“Got a cousin there for school. It was a vacation, if you can believe it.”
“Tim?” Raylan asked, several seconds later, “You fall asleep on me?”
“If I said yes would you leave me alone?”
“Sleepin on my couch was supposed to be a one time thing.”
Raylan’s voice was a hell of a lot closer than it had been ten seconds ago. Tim opened his eyes. “Jesus,” he said, “Can I get a little breathing room?”
Ryan was right there, and the hand that had been cool on Tim’s shoulder was adjusting first one pea bag, then the other, now lying cool as ever against Tim’s stomach. Raylan’s fingers just barely curled ( ... )
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