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hackthis_archive) wrote2003-11-21 01:26 pm
hackthis_archive) wrote2003-11-21 01:26 pm
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I am what I am and that’s all that I am.
I’d like to point out that Johnny Cash’s ‘Six White Horses’ is the shizznit. (Johnny Cash and shizznit in the same sentence? Yes, and for my next feat I plan on turning Hypnotiq into Jack Daniels.)
The O.C.
Delayed Gratification
1.
Seth’s shoelaces are flapping against the linoleum as he crosses to the refrigerator, and the minute he bends over to tie them, Ryan knows it’s going to be a long day.
It’s not the tying of shoes that’s the indicator, or even that Seth’s ass is right in front of Ryan, taunting him, encased in worn blue denim and blocking the exit from the kitchen.
No, what seals Ryan’s fate is the way that Seth’s shirt rides up in the back because it’s too short. This distinct lack of coverage shows off the waistband of Seth’s boxers as well as the uncovered skin above the waistband of said boxers.
It’s a tiny patch of exposed skin, about the size of small photograph, but it’s soft skin, and it’s *bare*.
Ryan’s tongue was tracing patterns in that exact area late last night, and his dick and his brain are well aware of how Seth’s skin tastes and feels, but a refresher course wouldn’t be a bad thing.
Ryan licks his lips when he finds his mouth dry, and when Seth stands back up, Ryan considers dragging Seth into pantry and giving him a proper good morning.
And then Sandy walks in.
It’s 8:03 in the morning.
2.
They have the A Shift for lunch, which means they eat between 11:30 and 12:15, which works out fine for Ryan. Last year, they had the C Shift, which starts at 1:00, and considering the way he has to be fed all times, Ryan always wondered if Seth was going to eat his hand before he ever got through the lunch lines.
In between bites of the most expensive peanut butter and jelly sandwich ever, Ryan flips through an impossibly new Physics book and curses gravity and vectors.
Anna sits between them prattling on about a basement sale at the Fantastic Store, while Seth extols the nutritional value of Twinkies, which apparently can survive a nuclear fallout.
The harder Ryan tries to block out their discussions over something called Smax and Toybox, the louder Seth’s voice seems to resonate in his ears.
This is why he doesn’t mind Anna and/or Summer sitting with them, because somebody has to distract Seth, and Ryan can’t focus when Seth wants his attention.
This is why he didn’t get any studying done last night.
This is why he can feel his own sigh in his lungs when Seth commandeers his pen and begins tapping it against his teeth.
Ryan hates that noise.
However, he decides it's vastly preferable to watching Seth fellate a blue Bic pen. His dick may be interested but it’s not even noon yet, and Ryan already knows the janitor’s closet is locked.
His locker is only five feet away, so he’s checked.
3.
After school, Seth has the literary magazine and Ryan has practice. During soccer season, they meet up on the quad between 4:50 and 5:00 in the afternoon to head home together.
It’s not something they’ve ever talked about, it just sort of happened, and when Ryan waits, it’s not really alone time, he’s just catching his breath.
The cool evening air is a welcome change from the humid boys’ locker room, which Seth has quite accurately dubbed The Jungle, and Ryan’s damp hair sticks to his forehead.
He sits on the wall and digs through his backpack for his copy of Junky, since unlike some people, he doesn’t have all the beat poets memorized for this unit in class.
His fingers brush against glossy paper, which is quite clearly not Burroughs’s book, and he wonders when Seth managed to slip him the newest copy of LXG.
He’s just flipped open the front page, when a lanky body drops down next to him in what is quite clearly his personal space.
Seth has never quite gotten the hang of the whole ‘male space.’
The first time they went to the movies together Seth didn’t even consider sitting one chair over from Ryan, and they were dating *other* people at the time.
It’s kind of easy to understand why people have questioned Seth’s sexuality, but that’s no excuse for what anyone has ever said.
Some people just prefer to be close to other people.
Seth happens to be the sort that likes to press his leg again Ryan’s and breathe against Ryan's neck while Ryan tries to pretend like he has any idea what he’s reading.
Seth would never kiss Ryan at school.
He might think about it though.
If he’s half as bad as Ryan, he’d probably thinking of a lot more than kissing. Which is probably why Seth falls off the wall when the door to the gym clatters open and several of Ryan’s teammates stream out.
4.
Dinner is salmon and asparagus with little red potatoes that Seth pronounces as the best thing ever. He says that about a lot of things though, so Ryan just cocks an amused eyebrow and goes back to his food.
He’s gotten to the point where Seth’s constant babbling is a faint substitute for foreplay, and before Newport, dinner was frozen pizzas from 7-11 and tap water that had to run for a full minute before it didn’t look brown.
Kirsten prattles about the latest contractor fiasco, while Sandy waxes rhapsodic about all the surfing he plans to do over the weekend. The steady stream of conversation is a soothing balm since Seth’s voice is often unsettling, at least to Ryan’s hormones.
Tonight, the salmon is extremely buttery, and Ryan ducks his head to lick his lips instead of using his napkin. When he looks up, Seth’s fork is hovering in front of him and he looks as though he’s just walked in on something extremely shocking, like Marissa’s mom and his grandfather.
No one else notices though, but it is Seth, and when Ryan gives him a quizzical look, he stops gawking.
It’s only three minutes later, when Ryan feels a sock-clad foot on his calf and notices a distinctly slumped Seth, that he makes the connection.
He’s normally quicker than this.
5.
Before Ryan met Seth he used to do other things with his time, like study.
However, doing anything non-Seth related has become more and more difficult with every passing day. Not just because they live together and go to school together and can’t avoid each other for longer than five minutes, but because even when Ryan’s trying to do something non-Seth related or non-*them* related, Seth still manages to seep into Ryan’s conscience just by being himself.
They *were* reading quietly, and then Seth unwrapped this candy bar. Ryan has no idea where it came from, but it’s been a long enough day, and they’ve played by the rules and behaved themselves as much as possible.
Studying instead of watching Seth slurp melted chocolate off of his fingers is asking too much from anyone, and Ryan pushes his books aside without preamble.
He can’t remember the last time he crawled on his hands and knees for anyone, but there he is, crawling across the bed, onto the floor, and clearing Seth’s scattered books away so that he can finally have what he wants.
Seth’s eyes seem in great danger of leaving his head as Ryan’s hand closes over Seth’s wrist, and he sucks one long digit into his mouth and then another.
The chocolate is a sharp sweetness on Ryan’s tongue, but it doesn’t quite hold up to comparison when he pushes Seth on the floor and licks his way into a wet, messy kiss.
When he finally pulls away, Seth’s eyes take several seconds to open, and he grins around the chocolate smeared in the corners of his mouth.
Ryan will lick that off at soon enough, but he’s had to wait the entire day, so a few more minutes won’t kill him.
Some things are worth waiting for.
-the end-
*Just a small something inspired by an offer![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suaine made, and dedicated to anybody who needs a little levity in their day.*
The O.C.
Delayed Gratification
1.
Seth’s shoelaces are flapping against the linoleum as he crosses to the refrigerator, and the minute he bends over to tie them, Ryan knows it’s going to be a long day.
It’s not the tying of shoes that’s the indicator, or even that Seth’s ass is right in front of Ryan, taunting him, encased in worn blue denim and blocking the exit from the kitchen.
No, what seals Ryan’s fate is the way that Seth’s shirt rides up in the back because it’s too short. This distinct lack of coverage shows off the waistband of Seth’s boxers as well as the uncovered skin above the waistband of said boxers.
It’s a tiny patch of exposed skin, about the size of small photograph, but it’s soft skin, and it’s *bare*.
Ryan’s tongue was tracing patterns in that exact area late last night, and his dick and his brain are well aware of how Seth’s skin tastes and feels, but a refresher course wouldn’t be a bad thing.
Ryan licks his lips when he finds his mouth dry, and when Seth stands back up, Ryan considers dragging Seth into pantry and giving him a proper good morning.
And then Sandy walks in.
It’s 8:03 in the morning.
2.
They have the A Shift for lunch, which means they eat between 11:30 and 12:15, which works out fine for Ryan. Last year, they had the C Shift, which starts at 1:00, and considering the way he has to be fed all times, Ryan always wondered if Seth was going to eat his hand before he ever got through the lunch lines.
In between bites of the most expensive peanut butter and jelly sandwich ever, Ryan flips through an impossibly new Physics book and curses gravity and vectors.
Anna sits between them prattling on about a basement sale at the Fantastic Store, while Seth extols the nutritional value of Twinkies, which apparently can survive a nuclear fallout.
The harder Ryan tries to block out their discussions over something called Smax and Toybox, the louder Seth’s voice seems to resonate in his ears.
This is why he doesn’t mind Anna and/or Summer sitting with them, because somebody has to distract Seth, and Ryan can’t focus when Seth wants his attention.
This is why he didn’t get any studying done last night.
This is why he can feel his own sigh in his lungs when Seth commandeers his pen and begins tapping it against his teeth.
Ryan hates that noise.
However, he decides it's vastly preferable to watching Seth fellate a blue Bic pen. His dick may be interested but it’s not even noon yet, and Ryan already knows the janitor’s closet is locked.
His locker is only five feet away, so he’s checked.
3.
After school, Seth has the literary magazine and Ryan has practice. During soccer season, they meet up on the quad between 4:50 and 5:00 in the afternoon to head home together.
It’s not something they’ve ever talked about, it just sort of happened, and when Ryan waits, it’s not really alone time, he’s just catching his breath.
The cool evening air is a welcome change from the humid boys’ locker room, which Seth has quite accurately dubbed The Jungle, and Ryan’s damp hair sticks to his forehead.
He sits on the wall and digs through his backpack for his copy of Junky, since unlike some people, he doesn’t have all the beat poets memorized for this unit in class.
His fingers brush against glossy paper, which is quite clearly not Burroughs’s book, and he wonders when Seth managed to slip him the newest copy of LXG.
He’s just flipped open the front page, when a lanky body drops down next to him in what is quite clearly his personal space.
Seth has never quite gotten the hang of the whole ‘male space.’
The first time they went to the movies together Seth didn’t even consider sitting one chair over from Ryan, and they were dating *other* people at the time.
It’s kind of easy to understand why people have questioned Seth’s sexuality, but that’s no excuse for what anyone has ever said.
Some people just prefer to be close to other people.
Seth happens to be the sort that likes to press his leg again Ryan’s and breathe against Ryan's neck while Ryan tries to pretend like he has any idea what he’s reading.
Seth would never kiss Ryan at school.
He might think about it though.
If he’s half as bad as Ryan, he’d probably thinking of a lot more than kissing. Which is probably why Seth falls off the wall when the door to the gym clatters open and several of Ryan’s teammates stream out.
4.
Dinner is salmon and asparagus with little red potatoes that Seth pronounces as the best thing ever. He says that about a lot of things though, so Ryan just cocks an amused eyebrow and goes back to his food.
He’s gotten to the point where Seth’s constant babbling is a faint substitute for foreplay, and before Newport, dinner was frozen pizzas from 7-11 and tap water that had to run for a full minute before it didn’t look brown.
Kirsten prattles about the latest contractor fiasco, while Sandy waxes rhapsodic about all the surfing he plans to do over the weekend. The steady stream of conversation is a soothing balm since Seth’s voice is often unsettling, at least to Ryan’s hormones.
Tonight, the salmon is extremely buttery, and Ryan ducks his head to lick his lips instead of using his napkin. When he looks up, Seth’s fork is hovering in front of him and he looks as though he’s just walked in on something extremely shocking, like Marissa’s mom and his grandfather.
No one else notices though, but it is Seth, and when Ryan gives him a quizzical look, he stops gawking.
It’s only three minutes later, when Ryan feels a sock-clad foot on his calf and notices a distinctly slumped Seth, that he makes the connection.
He’s normally quicker than this.
5.
Before Ryan met Seth he used to do other things with his time, like study.
However, doing anything non-Seth related has become more and more difficult with every passing day. Not just because they live together and go to school together and can’t avoid each other for longer than five minutes, but because even when Ryan’s trying to do something non-Seth related or non-*them* related, Seth still manages to seep into Ryan’s conscience just by being himself.
They *were* reading quietly, and then Seth unwrapped this candy bar. Ryan has no idea where it came from, but it’s been a long enough day, and they’ve played by the rules and behaved themselves as much as possible.
Studying instead of watching Seth slurp melted chocolate off of his fingers is asking too much from anyone, and Ryan pushes his books aside without preamble.
He can’t remember the last time he crawled on his hands and knees for anyone, but there he is, crawling across the bed, onto the floor, and clearing Seth’s scattered books away so that he can finally have what he wants.
Seth’s eyes seem in great danger of leaving his head as Ryan’s hand closes over Seth’s wrist, and he sucks one long digit into his mouth and then another.
The chocolate is a sharp sweetness on Ryan’s tongue, but it doesn’t quite hold up to comparison when he pushes Seth on the floor and licks his way into a wet, messy kiss.
When he finally pulls away, Seth’s eyes take several seconds to open, and he grins around the chocolate smeared in the corners of his mouth.
Ryan will lick that off at soon enough, but he’s had to wait the entire day, so a few more minutes won’t kill him.
Some things are worth waiting for.
-the end-
*Just a small something inspired by an offer
suaine made, and dedicated to anybody who needs a little levity in their day.*
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That said, I would dance about naked if you wrote Seth POV again. :D
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That said, I would dance about naked if you wrote Seth POV again. :D
I wouldn't mind writing Seth either, but I'm letting him take it easy after all the angst of TA. If he wants to talk, we'll talk, but I won't push him.
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I love you. Really. I do.
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I'm so glad you enjoyed that, what lovely feedback. Thanks for commenting!
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No really, that was very, very nice. It also made me hungry, for some reason. Mhm, Seth in chocolate. :))
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No really, that was very, very nice. It also made me hungry, for some reason. Mhm, Seth in chocolate. :))
From a practical standpoint, MA is just wayyy too fucking cold for me, but I'm honoured you asked. *winks*
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::happy sigh::
Have I mentioned that you and your fandom-pimping ways rock?
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Down with the bitterness, up with the love. C'mon, you know you feel the love. *makes suggestive noises*
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I think I need an icon....
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dude, *guh*. Just, fucking *guh*.
Also, I had frozen pizza from 7-11 for dinner last night, what are you saying?
This story was all about food, among other things, and now I'm hungry. Dammit.
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Dude, I was doing a shoutie to my unemployment days of rice and frozen pizza. Now we get our frozen pizza from the Walgreen/Rite-Aid. It's a total step up!
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For me! For me!
*runs around like a child avoiding their Ritalin*
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and your fic. as usual, priceless.
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Sexual tension is the sexiest thing ever.
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Yes, but I would not say no to them nakedly rolling around on Ryan's bed. Together. Just saying.
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On the story: Woo! And I've only seen one episode of the show! But woo!
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On the story: Woo! And I've only seen one episode of the show! But woo!
To Mr. Cash: See the icon.
To the story: Feel the love. Watch The O.C.!
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I just thought you should know that. *g*
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You broke me with this. Me=broken.
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You broke me with this. Me=broken.
The image was so hot that for a moment I forgot everything else that was supposed to happen.
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write moooore porn. porn. now i'm obsessed wtih ryan/seth bending over in seth/ryan's face. ::drools::
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Dude, think about how much porn I've already produced for these boys. That's more than all the other porn I've ever written combined!
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and i wants some. now. i realize it isn't likely, but i will continue my gentle persuasions until eventually, there's more porn.
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