Clearly I am not in control of the car.
Mar. 11th, 2004 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hackthis_archiveSo. I dashed this off for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serialkarma because I adore her, and I’m sorry her muse is off holidaying in Bora Bora. It could’ve at least taken me along though. Also, I don’t actually like Joss Stone all that much, which is rather a shame as I’ve been hearing about her for yonks, but what can you do? Her song title is catchy. Her pronoun swapping of the White Stripes song is catchy. (Thanks quinnponders)
The O.C.
Fell in Love with a Boy
There’s absolutely no reason for Seth to be trying on Ryan’s clothing. At least there’s no logical, PG-rated, explainable-to-parents-and-therapists-alike reason for Seth to be trying on Ryan’s clothing. Which is probably why Seth locked the door to the bathroom behind him and is now staring at the wife-beater clutched in his fist like it might bite him. Or rat him out to Summer, which, yeah, not really something he would want to try and explain. He could if he had to, but he’d just rather not, and his knees are a bit wobbly right now. He should sit down.
He should put the toilet seat down first.
Then he should sit down, and hey, there’s nothing wrong with Seth sitting in Ryan’s bathroom, stroking Ryan’s clothing, after having locked himself in said bathroom. No, there’s really nothing wrong with this, and he will continue to deny anything kinky or fetish-like until his father breaks down the door, and oh, Jesus and Moses that’s a bad train of thought.
Not that Seth’s ever been on a train before, but he’s got a lot of trains in his head, and he had that Play-Skool train set when he was six. And then there was the electric Lionel train set he got from his granddad when he was eight, but digressing, because he’s locked himself in Ryan’s bathroom, and he’s – he’s sniffing Ryan’s shirt.
It’s a little on the rank side, but not necessarily in the sweaty-nasty super-jock way, more in the Ryan-sweat and deodorant and sandalwood soap way. The shirt smells the way Seth thinks Ryan would smell after sex, and if Seth were to remove his own shirt, he could, um, put it on. Not that it would fit, not that it should fit, and this is all bad.
There is no reason for Seth to be wiggling out of his own shirt.
No.
This is wrong.
This is bad, and there are too many big holes, and Seth actually puts his head through the armhole, and yeah, no. Didn’t he mention that this is wrong for any number of reasons? Summer. Marissa. Teresa. The whole heterosexual thing.
If Ryan had used the clothing hamper, which no teenager ever does, but if he had, then Seth wouldn’t have found this shirt lying on the floor of the bathroom and picked it up. Then he wouldn’t have had this problem. It’s all Ryan’s fault. Seth just wanted to take a leak! He just wanted to use the bathroom while he waited for Ryan to come home, and now, well, he’s left his comic books on Ryan’s bed. If he had them in the bathroom with him things might not seem quite as questionable.
Right.
Seth is sitting in Ryan’s bathroom, shirtless, with his fingers hooked and tangled in Ryan’s discarded undershirt. He’s toying with the fabric for crissakes –- now that he knows you really can toy with fabric.
There is nothing about this situation that is normal or not questionable.
Seth just needs to accept his freaky kinkiness and get over it. Right, accepting that he has a problem is obviously the first step, but Seth’s not into taking steps because he’s too busy sniffing Ryan’s dirty clothing, and wow, Freud would just laugh in his face.
It’s not like the shirt is an obvious phallic symbol though. It’s just –- it’s just jerk-off material. Not that Seth’s really thinking about jerking off on Ryan’s shirt or using Ryan’s shirt. No. No, Seth would rather just sit around half-dressed and sniff dirty cotton underwear.
He needs so much help.
He’ll get it later, much later -- after he finishes putting Ryan’s shirt on underneath his shirt, and he won’t really think too hard about this, because hey, it’s really his shirt anyway. Or his parents' shirt, since they paid for it, but again with the uniquely disturbing thoughts that will only get him in trouble.
Less with the thinking and more with the action.
Of course, it’s only after Seth’s fumbled with the lock and stumbled out the bathroom that he thinks maybe he should’ve actually looked at himself in the mirror, first, because, guess who’s home and looking at him like he *knows* Seth’s been doing something wrong.
“Hey man, what’s up?” Ryan’s sitting on the edge of his bed, with Seth’s much-lamented issue of The Legion in his hands, and Seth knows that Ryan’s super x-ray vision can see the wife-beater Seth’s trying to smuggle out of the guesthouse.
When in doubt, play dumb.
“I was, um, yeah, I was in the bathroom, and you know, not doing anything, just –- hey, man how was, um, where were you again?”
“At Luke’s.”
“Oh. Huh.”
Ryan’s raised eyebrow says it all, and Seth can't help but glance down to make sure the hem of the wife-beater isn’t sticking out from underneath his tee shirt. Nope. All Good.
Except for that look Ryan’s giving him. Like he knows.
Seth is not confessing. “So, um, how was that? Was it cool? How’s Luke? Good? That’s cool. I mean good. I’m not having problems with you, like, being his friend, you know. No anguish and trauma whatsoever about you’re hanging with the guy who used to torment me. No, definitely no issues at all. You know what I mean, dude, I know you do. You always know what I’m, um --”
Ryan’s gaze cuts right through Seth’s ramble, and he stops mid thought.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Seth?”
And that’s when Seth realizes something he’s only vaguely suspected before. Ryan knows.
Ryan knows about what Seth might actually want, but what’s worse is that Ryan knows Seth can’t actually say it. And now, now Seth knows that Ryan knows. And Ryan knows that Seth knows that he knows. Oh god.
Seth doesn’t want to talk about this now. Maybe like never. What ever ‘it’ is.
”Nothing, dude,” he says, refusing to think that the fleeting look on Ryan’s face is disappointment. “Nothing at all.”
-end-
Improv byserialkarma: wiggle, unique, hook, hole, toy
serialkarma because I adore her, and I’m sorry her muse is off holidaying in Bora Bora. It could’ve at least taken me along though. Also, I don’t actually like Joss Stone all that much, which is rather a shame as I’ve been hearing about her for yonks, but what can you do? quinnponders)The O.C.
Fell in Love with a Boy
There’s absolutely no reason for Seth to be trying on Ryan’s clothing. At least there’s no logical, PG-rated, explainable-to-parents-and-therapists-alike reason for Seth to be trying on Ryan’s clothing. Which is probably why Seth locked the door to the bathroom behind him and is now staring at the wife-beater clutched in his fist like it might bite him. Or rat him out to Summer, which, yeah, not really something he would want to try and explain. He could if he had to, but he’d just rather not, and his knees are a bit wobbly right now. He should sit down.
He should put the toilet seat down first.
Then he should sit down, and hey, there’s nothing wrong with Seth sitting in Ryan’s bathroom, stroking Ryan’s clothing, after having locked himself in said bathroom. No, there’s really nothing wrong with this, and he will continue to deny anything kinky or fetish-like until his father breaks down the door, and oh, Jesus and Moses that’s a bad train of thought.
Not that Seth’s ever been on a train before, but he’s got a lot of trains in his head, and he had that Play-Skool train set when he was six. And then there was the electric Lionel train set he got from his granddad when he was eight, but digressing, because he’s locked himself in Ryan’s bathroom, and he’s – he’s sniffing Ryan’s shirt.
It’s a little on the rank side, but not necessarily in the sweaty-nasty super-jock way, more in the Ryan-sweat and deodorant and sandalwood soap way. The shirt smells the way Seth thinks Ryan would smell after sex, and if Seth were to remove his own shirt, he could, um, put it on. Not that it would fit, not that it should fit, and this is all bad.
There is no reason for Seth to be wiggling out of his own shirt.
No.
This is wrong.
This is bad, and there are too many big holes, and Seth actually puts his head through the armhole, and yeah, no. Didn’t he mention that this is wrong for any number of reasons? Summer. Marissa. Teresa. The whole heterosexual thing.
If Ryan had used the clothing hamper, which no teenager ever does, but if he had, then Seth wouldn’t have found this shirt lying on the floor of the bathroom and picked it up. Then he wouldn’t have had this problem. It’s all Ryan’s fault. Seth just wanted to take a leak! He just wanted to use the bathroom while he waited for Ryan to come home, and now, well, he’s left his comic books on Ryan’s bed. If he had them in the bathroom with him things might not seem quite as questionable.
Right.
Seth is sitting in Ryan’s bathroom, shirtless, with his fingers hooked and tangled in Ryan’s discarded undershirt. He’s toying with the fabric for crissakes –- now that he knows you really can toy with fabric.
There is nothing about this situation that is normal or not questionable.
Seth just needs to accept his freaky kinkiness and get over it. Right, accepting that he has a problem is obviously the first step, but Seth’s not into taking steps because he’s too busy sniffing Ryan’s dirty clothing, and wow, Freud would just laugh in his face.
It’s not like the shirt is an obvious phallic symbol though. It’s just –- it’s just jerk-off material. Not that Seth’s really thinking about jerking off on Ryan’s shirt or using Ryan’s shirt. No. No, Seth would rather just sit around half-dressed and sniff dirty cotton underwear.
He needs so much help.
He’ll get it later, much later -- after he finishes putting Ryan’s shirt on underneath his shirt, and he won’t really think too hard about this, because hey, it’s really his shirt anyway. Or his parents' shirt, since they paid for it, but again with the uniquely disturbing thoughts that will only get him in trouble.
Less with the thinking and more with the action.
Of course, it’s only after Seth’s fumbled with the lock and stumbled out the bathroom that he thinks maybe he should’ve actually looked at himself in the mirror, first, because, guess who’s home and looking at him like he *knows* Seth’s been doing something wrong.
“Hey man, what’s up?” Ryan’s sitting on the edge of his bed, with Seth’s much-lamented issue of The Legion in his hands, and Seth knows that Ryan’s super x-ray vision can see the wife-beater Seth’s trying to smuggle out of the guesthouse.
When in doubt, play dumb.
“I was, um, yeah, I was in the bathroom, and you know, not doing anything, just –- hey, man how was, um, where were you again?”
“At Luke’s.”
“Oh. Huh.”
Ryan’s raised eyebrow says it all, and Seth can't help but glance down to make sure the hem of the wife-beater isn’t sticking out from underneath his tee shirt. Nope. All Good.
Except for that look Ryan’s giving him. Like he knows.
Seth is not confessing. “So, um, how was that? Was it cool? How’s Luke? Good? That’s cool. I mean good. I’m not having problems with you, like, being his friend, you know. No anguish and trauma whatsoever about you’re hanging with the guy who used to torment me. No, definitely no issues at all. You know what I mean, dude, I know you do. You always know what I’m, um --”
Ryan’s gaze cuts right through Seth’s ramble, and he stops mid thought.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Seth?”
And that’s when Seth realizes something he’s only vaguely suspected before. Ryan knows.
Ryan knows about what Seth might actually want, but what’s worse is that Ryan knows Seth can’t actually say it. And now, now Seth knows that Ryan knows. And Ryan knows that Seth knows that he knows. Oh god.
Seth doesn’t want to talk about this now. Maybe like never. What ever ‘it’ is.
”Nothing, dude,” he says, refusing to think that the fleeting look on Ryan’s face is disappointment. “Nothing at all.”
-end-
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serialkarma: wiggle, unique, hook, hole, toy
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Date: 2004-03-11 11:00 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-03-11 10:41 pm (UTC)And in case you missed it, I LOVE THIS. ^^
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Date: 2004-03-12 05:42 am (UTC)I finally got around to reading this and dude! Steh's fetish made me laugh hysterically. Thank god I wasn't drinking anything at the time. My keyboard would've been toast.
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Date: 2004-03-11 11:05 am (UTC)This rocks, baby. Thank you so much. There are only so many ways to say that, unfortunately, and I feel like I run out of ways constantly, but the sentiment is sincere. *sigh* and I wish my muse had taken me to Bora Bora too. How ungrateful.
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Date: 2004-03-11 02:40 pm (UTC)And yes, when your muse gets back, we're all going to have a long talk about who gets to go on vacation and when and who pays.
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Date: 2004-03-11 11:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-11 02:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-11 11:17 am (UTC)OMG! I totally had the embarassing moment right along with him. Not that I have ever tried on my brother/crush's shirt in a bathroom, but the way you wrote it just put me right there between the wifebeater and the t-shirt and my cheeks actually flamed red.
Gracious.
Seth is not confessing. “So, um, how was that? Was it cool? How’s Luke? Good? That’s cool. I mean good. I’m not having problems with you, like, being his friend, you know. No anguish and trauma whatsoever about you’re hanging with the guy who used to torment me. No, definitely no issues at all. You know what I mean, dude, I know you do. You always know what I’m, um --”
Ryan’s gaze cuts right through Seth’s ramble, and he stops mid thought.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Seth?”
And that’s when Seth realizes something he’s only vaguely suspected before. Ryan knows.
Crap, my quotes are too long but I just can't help it. You got inside that boy's head in such a perfect way...I love it...I have to read again...
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Date: 2004-03-11 02:46 pm (UTC)OMG! I totally had the embarassing moment right along with him. Not that I have ever tried on my brother/crush's shirt in a bathroom, but the way you wrote it just put me right there between the wifebeater and the t-shirt and my cheeks actually flamed red.
That's such a great compliment, thank you! I know it's bad to revel in someone else's discomfort, but Seth is fictional, I think it's okay.
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Date: 2004-03-11 11:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-03-11 01:15 pm (UTC)Ryan knows about what Seth might actually want, but what’s worse is that Ryan knows Seth can’t actually say it. And now, now Seth knows that Ryan knows. And Ryan knows that Seth knows that he knows. Oh god.
That is a great Seth sentence. I can see Seth thinking that way.
Great little story. Any chance of a follow up?
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Date: 2004-03-11 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-11 01:59 pm (UTC)I liked the story. Good Seth voice.
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Date: 2004-03-11 02:49 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed this, thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2004-03-11 02:08 pm (UTC)I expected something really different with the title, but I like this so much more than what I had expected. Mmm, shirt fetishes. Mmm, not being able to say things.
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Date: 2004-03-11 02:49 pm (UTC)I think that's a compliment, so I'll take it as such. Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2004-03-11 02:59 pm (UTC)HAH! I loved that. I have thoughts like that on a regular basis, but Seth makes it a million times better.
Anyway, I really liked this and the thought of Seth in Ryan's wifebeater is too funny.
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Date: 2004-03-12 08:55 am (UTC)I see it as a perverted sort of dress up, you know?
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Date: 2004-03-11 10:11 pm (UTC)*laughs* The things you do to Seth.
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Date: 2004-03-12 08:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-12 07:45 am (UTC)your oc writing is almost enough to get me watching the show again. it's just... marissa. she makes me writhe around in agony. her presence interferes with my enjoyment of the lovely boys... and other girls who are also lovely. do you think they'd toss her off a yacht? if i asked nicely? then i could watch again.
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Date: 2004-03-12 08:59 am (UTC)*pets* I know, sweetie, it's really hard to watch all that Marissa, but if you're not watching that means you've missed Theresa, and she is not to be missed. Her and Ryan? That's good het right there. I know, I bet you never thought I'd say *that*.