Ryan tries to suppress the smirk he can feel tugging at the corners of his lips when he walks into the bedroom and sees Esposito posing shirtless in front of the mirror, his expression contemplative.

"Please tell me you aren't still obsessing over what that guy said." He shakes his head at Esposito when he jumps and whirls around. "Tell me that before I lose all respect for you."

Esposito glares at him and snatches his shirt up off the bed, yanking it on with short, jerky movements. "I'm not obsessing. Why would I obsess over something that someone who's clearly off his rocker said?"

Ryan smirks-he can't help it-and walks forward to wrap his arms around Esposito's waist. "Of course you're not," he says and bows his head to kiss Esposito's neck. He slips a hand up under Esposito's t-shirt and traces the hard lines of his abs. Esposito watches him half warily, his muscles jumping under Ryan's touch. "I'm just saying that you shouldn't be all pouty just because you can't be an Edward too. We're a very select group after all."

"I wouldn't want to be Edward. The guy's a pasty sociopath. In what world is that supposed to be sexy," Esposito asks with a derisive huff of air, but his eyes cut to the side, and when he starts to pull away Ryan tightens his grip.

"Aw, I think someone is lashing out because he doesn't feel like the prettiest girl in the room anymore." Ryan fakes a pout and teasingly strokes his fingers over Esposito's stomach. "Now, Javier, I know you're sad that you can't be Edward, but I think you'd make a perfect Jacob, and I have it on good authority from your niece that Edward and Jacob are only so snarly because they want in eachother's pants."

Esposito rolls his eyes, but his hands curl around Ryan's hips and he slowly starts walking them back toward the bed. "You've got to stop letting Carla talk you into babysitting, bro. You know way too much about Twilight for someone who isn't a twelve year old girl."

The backs of Ryan's knees hit the edge of the bed and the two of them topple down onto it. Ryan grins up at Esposito and pushes his shirt up around his armpits, clucking his tongue at Esposito when he doesn't lift his arms so that Ryan can strip it off completely. "Come on, Jacob, I wanna see the abs that made you famous."

Esposito snorts and starts popping the buttons of Ryan's shirt open. "Only if I get to see the 'skin of a killer'."

Ryan's head falls back onto the comforter and he laughs hard enough that the mattress bounces underneath them. "Dude. That was lame," he finally manages to gasp.

"Edward's the one who said it, not Jacob, so you really only have yourself to blame for that one," Esposito points out as he kisses across Ryan's collar bone, nipping at it sharply when Ryan doesn't stop laughing.

Ryan runs his hand over Esposito's short hair down to cup the back of his neck, and presses up against his mouth. "Maybe we should both stop letting Carla guilt us into babysitting so often," he says speculatively before Esposito slides back up his body and effectively shuts him up.


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I don't even know, guys. I have no excuse for this. I have a million things to do, so of course I would sit down and write four things for R/E this week. Thank you so much, brain.

I'm not fond of Twilight. That last sentence is a major understatement. However, I kind of love the idea of Ryan and Esposito knowing all SORTS of things about it because of Esposito's noncanon nieces. Especially since we already know they're responsible for Esposito's Johnny Depp obsession. Can you tell I enjoy making up my own personal head canon for these two?