Ever since he moved into the Drew home, the dishes had been Ryan's designated household chore. Although, at first, he had outsourced his dish washing duties to Ace until Nancy figured it out and ratted him out to Carson. Ryan only did that because he was too embarrassed to admit that he didn't know how. Growing up, Ryan hardly did anything for himself, so simple tasks like washing dishes was hard for him. Luckily, Carson was kind enough to not mock him for his inability to function like a real adult, and showed him how to wash dishes. Over time, Ryan got better at things like that and now sometimes looks forward to doing the dishes. It was pretty easy to just zone out and relax while the warm water ran over his hands as he scrubbed the dishes clean.
"Heyyy, baby." Carson said, coming up behind Ryan and slipping his arms around his waist.
This startled Ryan a bit at first, but he relaxes once he realized it was just his boyfriend. Carson rests his chin on Ryan's shoulder, tightening his hold on Ryan's torso.
"What's up, hun?" Ryan asked.
"Just wanna hold you." Carson replied, kissing the side of Ryan's neck.
"If you have time to hold me, you have time to help me get these dishes done." Ryan chuckled.
"Nah-uh, the dishes are you're chore, remember?" Carson giggled, brushing his lips against the shell of Ryan's ear.
Carson was totally doing that on purpose, he knew that Ryan's ears were very ticklish.
"Then stop distracting me!" Ryan laughed, flinging soap suds into Carson's face.
Surprised, Carson stumbles back a bit, wiping the soap suds off his face.
"Oh, you're gonna get it now." Carson told Ryan before a soap sud battle between the two.
The two of them acted like absolute children, flinging soap suds at each other and giggling. Then things get heated when Carson traps Ryan against the edge of the kitchen table and kisses him firmly. Ryan hops up to sit on the edge of the table, the Carson pushes him to lie back on the table, pinning his shoulders down. They make out right there on the kitchen table, tongues in each other's mouths.
"~Carson~" Ryan purred when his boyfriend began kissing his neck.
After hiking up Ryan's shirt, Carson trails kisses all over Ryan's chest and stomach. Carson was about to get Ryan's pants unzipped when....
"Oh, come on! Seriously guys!? People eat off of that!" Nancy scolded her dads.
Ryan and Carson turn their heads to look at the redhead, who's standing at the entrance of the kitchen with her hands on her hips, giving them a disapproving glare.
"Aren't you two a bit old to be doing sh*t like this?" Nancy scoffed.
"Hey, he may be old, but I'm not." Ryan replied.
"I'm not old!" Carson argued.
"Yeah, you are. You're, like, almost 50." Ryan teased.
"Well, you're almost 40!" Carson replied, pouting.
"Anyway, just because we're....older....doesn't mean we're boring." Ryan told Nancy.
"Just get off the fricken table!" Nancy snapped.
Without any further argument, her dads get off the kitchen table and leave the kitchen. Having been caught by their daughter, the two men were no longer in the mood to continue what they had started.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Bonus:
Nancy & Bess: *bursts into Carson's room and turn on the light*
Nancy: WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!
Carson: *waking up and mumbling sleepily* Huhh...wha...?
Ryan: *suddenly sits up from under the covers* what the f**k, Nanc?
Nancy: *surprised Pikachu face*
Bess: *shocked screeching*
A/N: LOL, I love this vine.
YOU ARE READING
Ryson Oneshots
Fiksi PenggemarI like this ship. And there's not enough fanfic of it. So I have to write my own.
