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hackthis_archive) wrote2003-12-05 11:47 am
hackthis_archive) wrote2003-12-05 11:47 am
It’s not penance; it’s a truce.
My inner Seth is not amused by my Death Cab/Bright Eyes/Shins hating. When I mentioned I *could* have him killed; he took away his POV. Since, as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serialkarma pointed out, music is a very personal thing, I think we shall agree to disagree. Nevertheless, Ryan shouldn’t suffer just because Seth’s a stubborn wanker. *sticks out tongue*
Forethrosdemon and serialkarma.
The O.C
The Geneva Convention
If Seth was actually *asleep* then Ryan was a still virgin, and when Ryan nudged Seth again without any response, he began to grow annoyed.
He was just as tired as Seth. He wanted to go to sleep, too.
In the dark dorm room, Ryan had stubbed his toe on Seth’s skateboard, plus, the heat had gone out again and Ryan was beginning to get really cold. Very soon Seth was going to find his lanky body lying on the floor, and when Ryan nudged Seth *again*, he made a non-committal noise and buried himself deeper in the covers.
It was too late at night, or too early in the morning depending on your point of view, for Ryan to find any of this endearing or cute. After all, a twin bed barely had enough room for one person at the best of times, so fitting two people on it always tended to be stressful, but if Seth thought attempting to hog the entire mattress was the best way to punish Ryan for staying out late, he would need to think again.
They were college students, this was what they were *supposed* to do, and Ryan wasn’t going give Seth any special dispensation just because he’d finished his exams the day before and was still trying to get rid of his celebratory hangover.
Ryan had several years of soccer on his side; and once he set his mind to it, it took him approximately three seconds and one hard poke to the ribs to get Seth to inch over and grant him enough space to slide under the covers.
Of course there was a perfectly serviceable bed on *Seth’s* side of the room, but that would’ve been too easy, and they never seemed to like things the easy way. Chances were if they were each given a door marked ‘Easy’ and another marked ‘Hard, difficult, and really stupid to try. Might also end in shootings, arson or jail time’, they would both probably pick the latter.
But that wasn’t really the point.
The point was that Ryan had invited Seth to the party. He’d pointedly *asked* Seth to come with him, and Seth had said no, in between complaining about the mother of all hangovers and how his head was going to split open and Emma Frost was going to crawl out like Athena and Zeus. Then he’d gone back to reading his comic book.
So Ryan had shaken his head, shrugged and left.
He’d actually hesitated at the door, because Seth slumped against his bed, barefoot and wearing jeans wasn’t necessarily the easiest thing to leave behind, but it was the end of term and Ryan just wanted to go out for a few hours.
It wasn’t as though he was asking that much.
Seth could be impossible sometimes, but at least he managed to keep his less than legal tendencies under wraps. Strangely enough, the thought of wraps brought Ryan right back to his current predicament of only being half on the bed.
One wrong move and he’d fall out, and that was more of a concern than the creaking of the mattress springs which had been threatening to give out all semester.
Seth made a snuffling noise as his bony hip pressed into Ryan’s groin, and not for the first time Ryan wondered where Seth put all that food he consumed. Clearly all his talking burned a lot of calories, but Ryan was intimately acquainted with every inch of Seth’s body and there wasn’t a spare anything to be found anywhere.
Ryan attempted to shift further onto the bed and instead found himself rolling on top of Seth.
Ryan’s body instantly slid into a position it was well acquainted with, and Seth made a noise that was distinctly *not* sleep-related.
““Not that I don’t appreciate being accosted in the middle of the night, but you know you could’ve just said ‘Hey, wanna have sex?'” Seth quipped as Ryan pushed himself up on hands and knees, and the blankets slid down his back.
Seth’s eyes were still closed, but his mouth was clearly open 24 hours a day.
“I knew you weren’t asleep,” Ryan pointed out as Seth’s eyes opened wide, and he smirked.
Seth hands began touching Ryan in places not covered by his boxer-briefs, and Ryan swore.
He wasn’t in the mood to fight off Seth tonight, and the mattress protested loudly as Ryan struggled to move around Seth without confusing his own body into thinking sex was about to happen.
As much as Ryan liked sex with Seth, right now he needed sleep more. End of term exams had soundly kicked his ass, and all he wanted was to relax, be warm, and go to sleep.
It was only when Seth shifted to his left that Ryan had enough space to squeeze in between the wall and the warm body next to him. The blankets tangled around them, and Ryan spent several seconds trying to untangle his feet.
“Where are you going?” Seth asked as Ryan batted groping fingers away.
“To sleep.”
“*Now*?” Seth’s incredulous tone said it all.
“Yes, now.”
“I thought we were going to have sex,” Seth protested.
In the darkness, Ryan frowned. “No sex, Seth. I was trying to get in the bed.”
If a sulk could be audible, Seth’s would have been. “No sex? No *sex*? Who are you, and what have you done with Ryan Atwood? Ryan would never say no to sex, and I don’t sleep with pod people.”
The blankets shifted again as Seth poked an arm out of the covers. “Get out my bed, alien!”
Ryan was less than amused.
“Seth, shut up.”
Seth snickered, but retracted his arm and pulled the blankets up to their necks. “It’s cold out there,” he said, rolling onto his side so that he faced Ryan.
“Really?” Ryan said dryly. “I hadn’t noticed.”
Seth smirked; Ryan raised an eyebrow.
Eventually they began arranging their limbs in their proper sleeping order.
“Good party?” Seth asked as Ryan stretched his arm out underneath the pillow they shared.
“You should’ve been there,” Ryan said as Seth tucked his head under Ryan’s chin.
Seth curled a leg over Ryan’s hip. “I had a hangover.”
“But you can still have sex?” Ryan inquired.
“No hangover can stop sex,” Seth declared.
Ryan snorted as Seth’s fingers danced over his ribcage. “Go to sleep.”
Seth’s voice was muffled. “I am. I was. Dude, I was so asleep before you came in.”
“Whatever, man.”
“I was so asleep, I was like Rip Van Winkle.”
“Good night, Seth.”
Seth yawned into Ryan’s neck. “G’night, Ry.”
Seth was quiet for several seconds, but Ryan wasn’t fooled.
“You really don’t want to have sex?” Seth’s voice broke the silence.
Ryan chuckled. “In the morning.”
Seth nodded. “Promise?”
“Something like that,” Ryan said.
-end-
Notes: Seth doesn’t love me right now, but he still loves H & Kassie. Ryan gets itchy when people mention love. He just likes everyone a lot.
serialkarma pointed out, music is a very personal thing, I think we shall agree to disagree. Nevertheless, Ryan shouldn’t suffer just because Seth’s a stubborn wanker. *sticks out tongue*For
ethrosdemon and serialkarma. The O.C
If Seth was actually *asleep* then Ryan was a still virgin, and when Ryan nudged Seth again without any response, he began to grow annoyed.
He was just as tired as Seth. He wanted to go to sleep, too.
In the dark dorm room, Ryan had stubbed his toe on Seth’s skateboard, plus, the heat had gone out again and Ryan was beginning to get really cold. Very soon Seth was going to find his lanky body lying on the floor, and when Ryan nudged Seth *again*, he made a non-committal noise and buried himself deeper in the covers.
It was too late at night, or too early in the morning depending on your point of view, for Ryan to find any of this endearing or cute. After all, a twin bed barely had enough room for one person at the best of times, so fitting two people on it always tended to be stressful, but if Seth thought attempting to hog the entire mattress was the best way to punish Ryan for staying out late, he would need to think again.
They were college students, this was what they were *supposed* to do, and Ryan wasn’t going give Seth any special dispensation just because he’d finished his exams the day before and was still trying to get rid of his celebratory hangover.
Ryan had several years of soccer on his side; and once he set his mind to it, it took him approximately three seconds and one hard poke to the ribs to get Seth to inch over and grant him enough space to slide under the covers.
Of course there was a perfectly serviceable bed on *Seth’s* side of the room, but that would’ve been too easy, and they never seemed to like things the easy way. Chances were if they were each given a door marked ‘Easy’ and another marked ‘Hard, difficult, and really stupid to try. Might also end in shootings, arson or jail time’, they would both probably pick the latter.
But that wasn’t really the point.
The point was that Ryan had invited Seth to the party. He’d pointedly *asked* Seth to come with him, and Seth had said no, in between complaining about the mother of all hangovers and how his head was going to split open and Emma Frost was going to crawl out like Athena and Zeus. Then he’d gone back to reading his comic book.
So Ryan had shaken his head, shrugged and left.
He’d actually hesitated at the door, because Seth slumped against his bed, barefoot and wearing jeans wasn’t necessarily the easiest thing to leave behind, but it was the end of term and Ryan just wanted to go out for a few hours.
It wasn’t as though he was asking that much.
Seth could be impossible sometimes, but at least he managed to keep his less than legal tendencies under wraps. Strangely enough, the thought of wraps brought Ryan right back to his current predicament of only being half on the bed.
One wrong move and he’d fall out, and that was more of a concern than the creaking of the mattress springs which had been threatening to give out all semester.
Seth made a snuffling noise as his bony hip pressed into Ryan’s groin, and not for the first time Ryan wondered where Seth put all that food he consumed. Clearly all his talking burned a lot of calories, but Ryan was intimately acquainted with every inch of Seth’s body and there wasn’t a spare anything to be found anywhere.
Ryan attempted to shift further onto the bed and instead found himself rolling on top of Seth.
Ryan’s body instantly slid into a position it was well acquainted with, and Seth made a noise that was distinctly *not* sleep-related.
““Not that I don’t appreciate being accosted in the middle of the night, but you know you could’ve just said ‘Hey, wanna have sex?'” Seth quipped as Ryan pushed himself up on hands and knees, and the blankets slid down his back.
Seth’s eyes were still closed, but his mouth was clearly open 24 hours a day.
“I knew you weren’t asleep,” Ryan pointed out as Seth’s eyes opened wide, and he smirked.
Seth hands began touching Ryan in places not covered by his boxer-briefs, and Ryan swore.
He wasn’t in the mood to fight off Seth tonight, and the mattress protested loudly as Ryan struggled to move around Seth without confusing his own body into thinking sex was about to happen.
As much as Ryan liked sex with Seth, right now he needed sleep more. End of term exams had soundly kicked his ass, and all he wanted was to relax, be warm, and go to sleep.
It was only when Seth shifted to his left that Ryan had enough space to squeeze in between the wall and the warm body next to him. The blankets tangled around them, and Ryan spent several seconds trying to untangle his feet.
“Where are you going?” Seth asked as Ryan batted groping fingers away.
“To sleep.”
“*Now*?” Seth’s incredulous tone said it all.
“Yes, now.”
“I thought we were going to have sex,” Seth protested.
In the darkness, Ryan frowned. “No sex, Seth. I was trying to get in the bed.”
If a sulk could be audible, Seth’s would have been. “No sex? No *sex*? Who are you, and what have you done with Ryan Atwood? Ryan would never say no to sex, and I don’t sleep with pod people.”
The blankets shifted again as Seth poked an arm out of the covers. “Get out my bed, alien!”
Ryan was less than amused.
“Seth, shut up.”
Seth snickered, but retracted his arm and pulled the blankets up to their necks. “It’s cold out there,” he said, rolling onto his side so that he faced Ryan.
“Really?” Ryan said dryly. “I hadn’t noticed.”
Seth smirked; Ryan raised an eyebrow.
Eventually they began arranging their limbs in their proper sleeping order.
“Good party?” Seth asked as Ryan stretched his arm out underneath the pillow they shared.
“You should’ve been there,” Ryan said as Seth tucked his head under Ryan’s chin.
Seth curled a leg over Ryan’s hip. “I had a hangover.”
“But you can still have sex?” Ryan inquired.
“No hangover can stop sex,” Seth declared.
Ryan snorted as Seth’s fingers danced over his ribcage. “Go to sleep.”
Seth’s voice was muffled. “I am. I was. Dude, I was so asleep before you came in.”
“Whatever, man.”
“I was so asleep, I was like Rip Van Winkle.”
“Good night, Seth.”
Seth yawned into Ryan’s neck. “G’night, Ry.”
Seth was quiet for several seconds, but Ryan wasn’t fooled.
“You really don’t want to have sex?” Seth’s voice broke the silence.
Ryan chuckled. “In the morning.”
Seth nodded. “Promise?”
“Something like that,” Ryan said.
-end-
Notes: Seth doesn’t love me right now, but he still loves H & Kassie. Ryan gets itchy when people mention love. He just likes everyone a lot.
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