Colin (Ford) Murphy ✖ Dick Grayson (formerrobin) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2010-04-14 21:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | colin ford, owen murphy |
Who: Colin Ford and Owen Murphy
What: Colin takes good care of him, and some things are finally resolved...
When: Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Where: Owen's apartment!
Status: Complete
Owen had been badly injured during the battle against CORE, at least worse than Colin had been. Colin had been lucky to get by with a few scrapes, bruises, and a hurt wrist. Nothing that couldn't be healed in a matter of a week or two. He probably had Dick to thank for that, he'd pretty much forced Colin to give up the reigns at some point during the fight and it's a good thing too. He had no professional training himself to speak of, just a handful of days training with Camelot members and his reincarnates knowledge in the back of his head to rely on. But Dick had gotten them both through the fight and he'd managed to stay relatively calm during all of the madness as well. When Sarah had been shot Colin had almost lost it, but he'd held it together and now that she was fine, and Owen was fine too, he could breathe easier.
He'd taken to going over to Owen's on the weekends, and even some days after work since he was the one with the messed up shoulder and he didn't want him traveling all the time and straining it. It was evening in Seattle and Colin was in Owen's kitchen, Owen was presumably lounging on the couch where he'd taken up a semi-permanent residence since the injury, Colin was warming up a heating pad. "Want more drugs while I'm up?" He called out to the other room.
He could feel like he was being baby'd, or he could take all of this as it was. There was so much down time now after the final fight that Owen couldn't believe it, sometime, and while everyone was laughing, while everyone was fine, even Sarah, after it all, he found himself to be saddened most days now. He didn't know what it was, though he was sure that it had a lot to do with Tim and not so much him. Of course he was upset at the fact that his shoulder was a little messed up, but it wasn't that bad. When he had his motorcycle accident, he had been a lot worse off. Reflecting on that, he couldn't help but touch the scar on his throat, and he felt another wave bring him down, and knew that Tim was upset.
Upset over what though?
"If you keep giving me drugs, I'm going to have to pay you at some point," He called out from his position on the couch, trying for the laughter he felt in his voice, but Tim was having a problem. It wasn't that they had fought and gotten injured. It wasn't that Sarah/Steph had gotten hurt, because she was still alive. And Colin hadn't gotten hurt that much either. With a start, Owen figured it out.
He was upset over the fact that, in the end, while they had nabbed the bad guy(s) and done a good job, there wasn't much of a letdown between then and now. For Owen it was all unusual; for Tim it wasn't. And Tim wanted to be normal, this time around. He had his time with helping Gotham, with taking down bad guys, with flying through the air using techniques taught to him by Bruce and Dick and others. Tim wanted normal, and Owen couldn't wait to do it again.
"Pay me? They're yours," Colin pointed out as he reappeared in the room with the bottle, sticking two pills in Owen's hand and plopping down on the couch next to him. It had been a long week, one of the longest of Colin's life. Things hadn't calmed down for him after the big fight, things had only gotten more hectic. The Agency was in full recovery mode now that the war was over, they were rebuilding themselves as well as aiding in investigations and trials. For Colin? He could stand to have a little less crazy in his life for awhile, and Dick was actually in agreement with him on that one. Plus, they had seen their friends get hurt. Dick didn't like it any more than Colin had, and they wanted to keep everyone they cared about safe, especially Owen and Tim.
Exhaling a little as he settled into his seat, he threw his arms back behind his head and stretched out a little against the back of the couch. Then he looked over at Owen with an impish grin spread across his face. "Wouldn't mind being your drug pusher though, as long as there are some benefits!"
"Yeah, but if you keep asking, I'm always going to say yes!" Owen protested with a grin, popping the painkillers into his mouth and swallowing them dry with a frown, closing his eyes for a moment, just feeling when Colin sat down next to him, the shift in weight on the couch and he opened his eyes in enough time to see the grin that he sent his way.
"Yeah? And what would those benefits be?" He couldn't help but ask, moving over a bit so he was lying down in a way that his shoulder and the sling he wore didn't get in the way, and that they wouldn't get in any pain as he let his legs settle across Colin's lap with his own little smirk as he waited for the drugs to take affect. "I wouldn't mind hearing about some of those things."
It was nice and relaxing on the couch, and he looked at Colin fondly. "How's the wrist? What about the bruises?"
"Hmm, guess I like you drugged up. You seem to love the word yes," Colin teased, returning the look Owen gave him wordlessly and moved his hand to rest on top of Owen's leg. A lot of what was between them was largely unspoken, but to Colin it never mattered. It was loud as fuck in his head, and he was pretty sure it was for Owen too. At least he hoped it was. At the question about his wrist he glanced down at his right one thoughtfully, bringing it up to flex his hand a bit.
"Seems to be in working order to me," he said after a moment, side ways glancing at Owen and smiling. "Something's not right when you've got your arm in a sling and I'm complaining about a damn sprained wrist." Though he would have preferred Owen not to get hurt at all, he was at least glad that he himself hadn't gotten hurt too badly to take care of him. 'Cos that's what he was doing essentially, and he didn't care if it was obvious, Owen was... a lot more to him then just a good time at this point, and Colin was tired of tip toeing around it.
"Benefits?" He returned to the original subject at hand and arched an eyebrow in Owen's direction, moving his hand to squeeze Owen at the knee. "Oh I'm sure we could think of something..."
They were past the good time point, in fact, they had probably passed the good time point some time ago, but it didn't have to be said. Or maybe it did. There was a point here that Owen was beginning to feel...apprehensive about. The do or die stage, if you will. It had been a few months now. Had it? There really was no set time table in place, nothing that could have warned Owen about how he would feel. At least he had made sure not to say the L word before the fight.
That would have gone down badly.
"Hey, your damn sprained wrist is still something to deal with. My arm in the sling is gonna heal up in no time, watch," Owen said with a grin, moving up to sit up a little more. There was a lot here that he loved, and he did not just think that word right now. Okay, he could love things, but it was a different thing with a person. His mind was already working overtime on the fact that maybe he needed to start watching out.
Paranoia much? He couldn't help but ask Tim, and all he got back was a shrug. Leaving or dying was standard for the Bat. "Only something for benefits? I think we could think of a lot of somethings for benefits." He really hated the fact he couldn't lean forward right now. Really, really hated it.
Colin looked at him for a long moment, looked him all over like he only had this moment to memorize everything about Owen. He'd caught himself doing that a lot more lately, he sort of felt like a man out in the middle of the desert, dying of thirst and Owen was the only thing he could drink. Even if Owen wasn't a mind reader, he still almost blushed, thinking those sorts of thoughts in his head. It was a bit embarrassing, but Colin couldn't help the way he felt. Owen was exactly what he needed to get through this, to get through anything, he was the only person Colin had ever met who he never wanted to be apart from. Those sorts of thoughts scared the shit out of him and he always kept them to himself, even if he shouldn't. What if he voiced these things out loud and Owen freaked out on him? Colin wasn't sure he could handle that.
Still smiling at him, Colin squeezed his knee again before letting that hand slide up a few inches on his leg to rest at Owen's hip, trying not to smirk too widely. Just because Owen was injured doesn't mean that Colin couldn't do things to him. He didn't lean forward though, not yet. He knew that was mean, knew that Owen couldn't lean forward himself in his current condition but there were no rules stating that Colin had to play fair. His finger tips stretched from his hip to find their way under the hem of Owen's shirt and grazed bare skin. "A lot of somethings? Yeah, you're probably right. ... Like what?" Colin was teasing him, again he tried hard not to smirk.
Oh that was just mean. Also Colin knew all of his weak points, so grazing bare skin made him wiggle a little bit with a grin. "You really have to stop doing that," He said, trying to lean forward and frowning when he couldn't. So instead he laid back down, head on the arm of the couch, blue eyes looking down at Colin with a light dancing in his eyes.
There was still fun going on; hell anytime they were together they had fun. It wasn't just the great sex, and really, the sex was great. There was cooking dinner when they didn't order out, there was just lounging around on a Sunday with nothing to do and having fun while doing it. There was so much Owen enjoyed doing with Colin; when they went out, when they stayed in, when neither one of them was actually hurt.
They both had their faults, and sometimes Owen knew that Tim could show through, like he was wearing a second skin, and there were times when he could see Dick in Colin's eyes. The whole thing was very confusing already, and while there were things that he wanted to say, he had to stop himself. Actually, there was a lot of things he wanted to say, but probably wouldn't. Not yet. Maybe. At this point, what were they to each other? Owen didn't even want to voice that question; what if the answer was nothing? He didn't want to deal with that.
"Or, you know, keep doing that. If my arm wasn't in this sling, I swear to god, Colin..."
"You swear to god, what?" Colin grinned at him, thoroughly enjoying how frustrated he could still make him feel and trying really hard not to gloat. It was just too fun for them sometimes, them being Colin and Dick. Which was... yeah, weird. His hand traveled a little further under Owen's shirt, as much to tease him as it was just to enjoy the feeling of Owen's skin against his. It was always so warm, the smoothest skin Colin had ever felt, he couldn't get enough of it. When he thought about the fact that there had been every possibility in the world that one or both of them wouldn't have been here right now, wouldn't have made it out of CORE's HQ, he had to swallow hard and force those thoughts out of his head.
It must have registered somewhat on his face because he felt his features softening and his eyes lowered slightly, still looking at Owen. Considering they had made it, was it still right for Colin to say nothing? They'd been lucky, hell, every single one of them had been. As far as he knew, no one on their side had died. That was something, right? Owen had gotten hurt, if something even worse had happened to Owen, Colin was fairly certain he never would have gotten over it. Ever. And yet he was still too much of a chicken shit to just tell the man how he felt? Dick actually had the odacity to call him a 'pussy bitch' and Colin twitched a little. He should say something, he had to say something, or they might never get there. "... Can I say something without you throwing anything at me now?"
He was about to answer when Colin asked him that, and he shut his mouth. He couldn't help the slight tension that was in his body now, the way his eyes widened slightly. He couldn't control the way his heart pounded faster than usual, and god, he felt like a girl who was about to be proposed to. Worried and a little freaked out, to put it lightly. He gave a slight smile to counteract the way his body instinctively knew to close down, could hear Tim telling him to say something, anything, and don't just look at him like that.
"...I only have one good arm right now, so yeah, I'd say you're okay about not getting anything thrown at you."
Colin smiled hesitantly, his hand was still on the man's stomach so he had felt the physical tension that he already knew would have rocked through Owen's body. Crazy, how well he knew him, considering it really only had been a handful of months. It felt like much longer than that, but not in a bad way. Time stood still, or something ridiculously cheesy like that, and god. Was he really about to do this? Everything inside him (except Dick, ironically enough) was screaming for him not to go there, for self preservation and all of that. Owen had his issues, he wore them on his sleeve, and Colin wasn't so wrapped up in this, whatever it was, that he hadn't noticed them. And he was very much aware that Owen was in a real position right now to hurt him worse than anyone ever had. And yet, it was entirely too clear now that they'd reached this point and he couldn't not say it, so he did, looking hard at Owen for a moment before taking a breath and licking the corner of his mouth. Nervous habit.
"I love you. I wanted to say it to you before but it wasn't right, not with the whole... possibility of dying and everything, but now that we're both still alive and relatively well, I needed you to hear that. Whatever this was, whatever this is... I've never felt this way about anyone, and I hope you don't take that as me just not having been out of the closet long enough, because. No one makes me feel the way you do, in any sense of the word, and if something had happened to you..." Colin paused, trying desperately to keep his gaze from averting, he'd never felt so naked while still clothed in his life.
"I'm not going to be cliche here and say something about the night you stepped into my office being the night I 'came alive' or anything really fucking cheesy like that but you did change me. Us. And. Everything's more important to me now, with you here. And if it's okay with you... Well, all I really want is you."
So, the funny part of his brain supplied, it was actually like a proposal in a way, so he could think of that as the words took their time to be absorbed. First beginning with the fact that Colin had just said that he loved him. Loved him. He almost couldn't remember the last time he had heard someone say that in the way it was meant to be said. Not that he kept in contact with his parents much, and as he had gotten older and gone to a place where he was on his own, the occassional birthday and holiday sufficed, but even then, they weren't the most vocal when it came to affection.
He had to remind himself to blink, and that thought going through his head almost made him laugh, which would have been awkward, but the idea that he needed to tell himself to blink instead of just staring at Colin like a fish out of water was probably a good thing. Of course, that didn't help much when his brain finally unfroze and he said the first thing that would come out.
"....Saying that it was cheesy doesn't change the fact that you still said it," He said, and mentally hit himself, with Tim dying of embarrassment as well, and he couldn't stop grinning like a crazy fool, because Colin had said he loved him. And he couldn't figure out what else to say, as he reached down with his good hand and grasped tight onto Colin's shirt, pulling him up as best he could to plant a sloppy kiss on the side of his mouth as he whispered back.
"I love you, too."
That familiar jolt went through the pit of Colin's stomach as Owen yanked him towards him, anything Owen did usually provoked that sort of feeling in him but that especially. Colin loved it when Owen did that, it made him feel wanted. Needed, even. It was nice, to say the least. He let Owen pull him, and he managed it surprisingly well despite the fact that he had a hurt shoulder. Colin was only worried about that for half a second because in the next second Owen was kissing the side of his mouth and saying the words back. I love you too. Had he really just said that? Of course, Colin had been almost positive that he would, but only almost. There was the slight chance that Owen would reject him, but he obviously hadn't, and Colin was feeling too many things at once to really express himself verbally anymore.
Making a little sound in the back of his throat, he moved his mouth over to cover Owen's with his, kissing him hard on the mouth and burying a hand in his hair. He had to remember to be careful, Owen was slightly fragile right now even though he didn't voice it 'cos Owen would kill him. It was hard not to get carried away, but he managed, though there was still a force behind that kiss that couldn't be shrugged off. After a few prolonged moments he broke the kiss, breathing hard and grinning. "Well, now that we got that out of the way."
Going from 'holy shit he said what?' to 'did I say that right back?' to 'okay, kissing is good' made Owen's mind spin around a bit, feeling heady and happy while he leaned forward as best he could, breathing heavily as Colin finished the kiss, and he distinctly heard what Colin said, but at the same time, there was the feeling of non rejection coursing through his veins, making him feel like he was on fire. Or that could be the kiss, since whenever Colin did that it set his body on fire as well.
But this worked out well, and the usual worry that he would feel later, about how this made them a...what? A couple? An item? He didn't know the word for it, but he didn't really want to think too much about that right now. Kissing him lightly, a mere brushing of his lips against Colin's, he grinned.
"Now that that is out of the way, does this mean we can get to more pressing needs?"