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myficsTitle: Homework [Part Five of the "Trials" series, a sequel to "Heal"]
Paring: Seth/Ryan
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,880 (this chapter)
Summary: Ryan and Seth are finally together, but now Ryan's got one very big problem. Something's stopping him from really being with Seth.
Disclaimer: Me = Poor. Josh Schwartz = Both very ballsy and extremely rich. Note the difference.
Spoilers: For everything. Literally.
Notes: This is a sequel to "Heal", which you'll want to read before you read this. All 12 chapters of "Heal" can be found here.
Part One can be found HERE
Part Two can be found HERE
Part Three can be found HERE
Part Four can be found HERE
Seth likes to be prepared. It’s a good motto, that always being prepared thing, even if he wouldn’t be allowed in their meetings. And now that he knows this is really going to happen, now that he knows it’s for real, he’s realized that he should probably do some research, since he has no idea what the hell he’s doing, and he’s willing to bet that Ryan doesn’t either.
The first thing he thinks of is to hit the Internet. He googles “gay sex”, but of course all that turns up is a lot of porn. And even though Seth’s always considered himself to be a bit of a porn connoisseur, he realizes that he’s got Ryan, who is hotter than most guys in porn are anyway, so really, watching porn would be a letdown compared to Ryan.
And then there’s that whole…it’s not very informative thing.
He narrows his search down some and finally finds a website that looks helpful. He’s just at the part where the page says, “LUBE, LUBE, LUBE” in big bold letters, when, of course, his dad walks in.
Because Fate hates Seth like that.
“Hey, son, what are you—oh.”
Seth snaps the monitor off and blushes about ten thousand shades of scarlet before managing to whimper, “Hi, dad.”
But in a manly way, of course.
“What--.” Sandy looks down at the ground and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Whatcha doin’, son?”
“Um…homework?” Seth says lamely.
“You’re not in school, son.”
“Right. Right. Um…different sort of homework.”
“Oh.”
“Dad, I—“
Sandy coughs to cover the silence then says, “Son, I can’t—I can’t give you much advice like I did with Summer, but um…”
“No, no advice needed!” Seth says hurriedly, jumping up out of his computer chair. “Nope! None! Um…Cohens are sexual beings, foreplay, and um…got all that.”
“Don’t forget lube,” his dad says, gesturing vaguely at the computer. “They seemed to stress that one a lot.”
Seth is pretty sure that he’s died. And even though Jews don’t believe in Heaven and Hell, he’s pretty sure that if they did, this would be Hell. Or better yet, maybe the ground could just open up right now and swallow him whole. Or maybe swallow all of Newport up, like on Buffy.
Except…well, if that happened, he wouldn’t get to do the sex thing with Ryan, and he’s been waiting too fucking long for that, so maybe not.
Maybe it could just swallow up his dad!
Except he loves his dad.
Just not when he’s talking about lube.
“Right! Got it! Yes! Okay! Out you go, dad! Please, for the love of Jesus and Moses, out you go!”
When he finally gets his dad out of the room, Seth groans and flops down on his bed, pulling a pillow over his head.
“Hey,” Ryan’s voice says after a few seconds.
“Hey,” Seth whines from beneath the pillow.
“What’s with Sandy? He gave me the weirdest look just now.”
“He knows,” Seth groans.
“Knows what?”
“About us.”
“Yeah…” Ryan says slowly. “If he didn’t already know from the fact that he’s the one that told you to go for it, I’m sure he figured it out when we came out at Thanksgiving…or from us making out all over the house…”
“No,” Seth says, sounding like the world is ending. “No, he knows. That we’re…we’re…taking it to the…that we’re doing the…” He pulls the pillow off his face and gives Ryan a desperate look. “He knows that we’re going to do the Big Gay Sex thing, Ryan,” he says in a stage whisper.
Ryan’s jaw drops open, and if Seth wasn’t dying on the inside, he would laugh, because the sight is rather comical. Or he might make a joke about putting his dick where Ryan’s mouth is, because it’s also kind of hot. But he’s got bigger problems to worry about, like the fact that his parents are now aware that he and Ryan are going to have sex. Under their roof.
“Oh, God,” Ryan manages to say before he sinks down onto the bed next to Seth, his jaw still open comic/sexily.
“I know.”
“How did he find out?”
“He came in and I was…the computer and…” Seth sighs and says, “I was just trying to do some research. I mean…we don’t know what we’re doing, Ryan. I just…I wanted to figure out how it works, where I go…what I’m supposed to do.” He caught Ryan’s eye and chuckled nervously. “Because I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Ryan, but you’re really hot. And you’ve had a lot more sex than me, and I just…I wanted to be good, you know.”
“I’ve never done it before either,” Ryan points out. “So we’re even. And…don’t worry, okay? It’ll…it’ll be great.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because it’s me and you,” Ryan smiles. “United we’re unstoppable.”
Seth grins and pulls Ryan closer. “I just…I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, and I just…I mean, what happens, where do I go, does it hurt, I mean…”
“Shhhh.” Ryan puts a finger to Seth’s lips. “We’ll figure it out, okay? What happens? We have sex. Does it hurt? I’ll make it not. And where do you go?” He wraps his arms around Seth and pulls them flush together. “Right here, okay? Now stop worrying.”
“My dad still knows,” Seth points out.
There's a long pause and then Ryan says, “Right. Well, okay, you can worry about that.”
“Thanks.”
*
Kaitlin feels like an idiot for doing it, but she has no other choice, since she’s already asked everyone out on her list at school.
She makes an Internet dating profile.
It feels so stupid, so geeky, so…so Marissa, that Kaitlin can’t stand it, but she’s not going to that wedding without a date, so she does it.
“Name, Kaitlin…age, um…21. Likes? Hot guys without fungusy dicks. Dislikes? Self-centered people, fungus, and Marissa,” she says as she types in her answers to the questions.
Satisfied, she hits submit and then waits for an answer.
A few hours pass with no responses, but soon enough, her inbox has a message from a guy calling himself “Toughguy111.” She opens the letter to read it and is glad he sent a picture. She looks at the picture before she reads the letter, and immediately deletes the e-mail. The guy is like…fifty or something, and he’s really ugly.
She sighs and crosses her arms, making a small “harrumph”ing noise.
The computer pings again, and she checks the box again. This time the guy is, thankfully, both cute and young. And he wants to meet her at the Crab Shack in an hour. She can do that.
She replies to the e-mail, then runs to the bathroom to do her hair. When she’s satisfied, she puts on her makeup, then heads to the restaurant.
She walks in and promptly bumps into No Name B—to Charlie.
“Watch what you’re doing, Lutsy,” she snaps at him.
“Sorry,” he takes a step back. “You look nice,” he adds.
“Date,” Kaitlin says. “With that guy,” she points to the Internet guy, who waves at her, “actually. So if you’ll excuse me…”
She walks over and sits down at the table across from E-Guy.
“Hi,” she says, putting on her brightest smile.
“Hi,” the guy says quietly.
“I don’t know you from school,” Kaitlin tells him. “Where do you go?”
“Newport Union.”
“Okay, well, it was nice meeting you!” she says in a mock cheery voice before leaving as quickly as she can without running.
It would be just her luck to find the one guy on the Internet who is poor enough to have to go to Newport Union. Honestly. Poor people were disgusting.
*
Ryan is usually so bored sitting around the courthouse waiting to see if the jury has reached a verdict every day that Seth has given him some tips to keep himself occupied. Tip one: Always carry a comic with you wherever you go. Check. But Ryan’s already read it twice today. Tip two: bring your iPod. Ryan doesn’t actually own an iPod, because he doesn’t listen to music very often, but Seth was kind enough to lend Ryan his. Only the battery is dead, so that’s out, too. Ryan’s just about to move on to the third option: Do an interpretive dance to “Baby Got Back”, when Sandy comes over and says, “They’re not going to announce their decision today. We might as well go home for dinner.”
Ryan nods, glad he doesn’t have to dance, and follows Sandy out to the car. He really wishes the iPod would work, because the awkward silence the entire way home is really grating.
As soon as they get home, he goes inside to find Seth, hoping they could talk before dinner, but almost immediately, Kirsten calls up to them that dinner is ready, so they head downstairs to eat.
And then Ryan really wishes he’d just said he wasn’t hungry, because Sandy clears his throat and next to him, Seth looks like he’s about to faint.
“Boys, Kirsten and I want to talk to you.”
“Oh, God,” Seth says in a hollow voice, slumping down in his chair and taking Ryan’s hand in his under the table.
“We just want you to know that we love you,” Kirsten says.
“And that we support you in…in this.”
“Ryan, Ryan, make it stop,” Seth pleads.
“I’m trying, but my Kid Chino powers aren’t working!” Ryan says out of the corner of his mouth.
“My Ironist has left the building and has been replaced by The Embarrassment Kid,” Seth replies.
“Now, boys,” Sandy says, “sex is a normal part of life and—“
“LALALALALALA!!” Seth shouts suddenly, stuffing his fingers in his ears.
Sandy reaches across the table and pulls Seth’s hands away. “Sex is a normal part of life,” he says again. “And—“
“Dad, if we promise to be safe, will you stop now?” Seth says pleadingly.
Sandy pauses to consider it. “Yes,” he says finally.
“We promise,” Ryan says in unison with him.
“Good. Then eat up, your dinner is getting cold.”
“I’ve lost the will to eat,” Ryan says.
“I’ve lost the will to live,” Seth replies.
“But it’s your favorite,” Kirsten says.
“Trust me, getting the sex talk over steak is not on my list of favorites,” Seth says.
“Fine, fine, go on then,” Kirsten sighs.
Seth grabs Ryan’s hand and pulls him out of the room.
They head out to the pool house and Seth flops down on the bed. “Kill me now,” he tells Ryan. “Please, just make it quick, I’m a wuss when it comes to pain.”
“How about I kiss you instead?” Ryan asks, grinning as he lies down next to Seth.
“That could work, too,” Seth grins.
Ryan rolls over, covering Seth’s body with his, and kisses him, softly at first, then rougher as the kiss deepens.
“Hey, Ryan, have you seen Seth? Kirsten and Sandy said he might be out—“
Ryan’s head snaps up and he turns to look at the door way.
“Taylor?” he manages to squeak in what he hopes is a manly way.
“—here,” Taylor finishes, jaw open. “So…he is out, I guess. In the…sense that…right.”
I wanted a light-hearted chapter after all the angst that I've put you through. Hope you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it. ;-)
Paring: Seth/Ryan
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,880 (this chapter)
Summary: Ryan and Seth are finally together, but now Ryan's got one very big problem. Something's stopping him from really being with Seth.
Disclaimer: Me = Poor. Josh Schwartz = Both very ballsy and extremely rich. Note the difference.
Spoilers: For everything. Literally.
Notes: This is a sequel to "Heal", which you'll want to read before you read this. All 12 chapters of "Heal" can be found here.
Part One can be found HERE
Part Two can be found HERE
Part Three can be found HERE
Part Four can be found HERE
Seth likes to be prepared. It’s a good motto, that always being prepared thing, even if he wouldn’t be allowed in their meetings. And now that he knows this is really going to happen, now that he knows it’s for real, he’s realized that he should probably do some research, since he has no idea what the hell he’s doing, and he’s willing to bet that Ryan doesn’t either.
The first thing he thinks of is to hit the Internet. He googles “gay sex”, but of course all that turns up is a lot of porn. And even though Seth’s always considered himself to be a bit of a porn connoisseur, he realizes that he’s got Ryan, who is hotter than most guys in porn are anyway, so really, watching porn would be a letdown compared to Ryan.
And then there’s that whole…it’s not very informative thing.
He narrows his search down some and finally finds a website that looks helpful. He’s just at the part where the page says, “LUBE, LUBE, LUBE” in big bold letters, when, of course, his dad walks in.
Because Fate hates Seth like that.
“Hey, son, what are you—oh.”
Seth snaps the monitor off and blushes about ten thousand shades of scarlet before managing to whimper, “Hi, dad.”
But in a manly way, of course.
“What--.” Sandy looks down at the ground and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Whatcha doin’, son?”
“Um…homework?” Seth says lamely.
“You’re not in school, son.”
“Right. Right. Um…different sort of homework.”
“Oh.”
“Dad, I—“
Sandy coughs to cover the silence then says, “Son, I can’t—I can’t give you much advice like I did with Summer, but um…”
“No, no advice needed!” Seth says hurriedly, jumping up out of his computer chair. “Nope! None! Um…Cohens are sexual beings, foreplay, and um…got all that.”
“Don’t forget lube,” his dad says, gesturing vaguely at the computer. “They seemed to stress that one a lot.”
Seth is pretty sure that he’s died. And even though Jews don’t believe in Heaven and Hell, he’s pretty sure that if they did, this would be Hell. Or better yet, maybe the ground could just open up right now and swallow him whole. Or maybe swallow all of Newport up, like on Buffy.
Except…well, if that happened, he wouldn’t get to do the sex thing with Ryan, and he’s been waiting too fucking long for that, so maybe not.
Maybe it could just swallow up his dad!
Except he loves his dad.
Just not when he’s talking about lube.
“Right! Got it! Yes! Okay! Out you go, dad! Please, for the love of Jesus and Moses, out you go!”
When he finally gets his dad out of the room, Seth groans and flops down on his bed, pulling a pillow over his head.
“Hey,” Ryan’s voice says after a few seconds.
“Hey,” Seth whines from beneath the pillow.
“What’s with Sandy? He gave me the weirdest look just now.”
“He knows,” Seth groans.
“Knows what?”
“About us.”
“Yeah…” Ryan says slowly. “If he didn’t already know from the fact that he’s the one that told you to go for it, I’m sure he figured it out when we came out at Thanksgiving…or from us making out all over the house…”
“No,” Seth says, sounding like the world is ending. “No, he knows. That we’re…we’re…taking it to the…that we’re doing the…” He pulls the pillow off his face and gives Ryan a desperate look. “He knows that we’re going to do the Big Gay Sex thing, Ryan,” he says in a stage whisper.
Ryan’s jaw drops open, and if Seth wasn’t dying on the inside, he would laugh, because the sight is rather comical. Or he might make a joke about putting his dick where Ryan’s mouth is, because it’s also kind of hot. But he’s got bigger problems to worry about, like the fact that his parents are now aware that he and Ryan are going to have sex. Under their roof.
“Oh, God,” Ryan manages to say before he sinks down onto the bed next to Seth, his jaw still open comic/sexily.
“I know.”
“How did he find out?”
“He came in and I was…the computer and…” Seth sighs and says, “I was just trying to do some research. I mean…we don’t know what we’re doing, Ryan. I just…I wanted to figure out how it works, where I go…what I’m supposed to do.” He caught Ryan’s eye and chuckled nervously. “Because I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Ryan, but you’re really hot. And you’ve had a lot more sex than me, and I just…I wanted to be good, you know.”
“I’ve never done it before either,” Ryan points out. “So we’re even. And…don’t worry, okay? It’ll…it’ll be great.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because it’s me and you,” Ryan smiles. “United we’re unstoppable.”
Seth grins and pulls Ryan closer. “I just…I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, and I just…I mean, what happens, where do I go, does it hurt, I mean…”
“Shhhh.” Ryan puts a finger to Seth’s lips. “We’ll figure it out, okay? What happens? We have sex. Does it hurt? I’ll make it not. And where do you go?” He wraps his arms around Seth and pulls them flush together. “Right here, okay? Now stop worrying.”
“My dad still knows,” Seth points out.
There's a long pause and then Ryan says, “Right. Well, okay, you can worry about that.”
“Thanks.”
Kaitlin feels like an idiot for doing it, but she has no other choice, since she’s already asked everyone out on her list at school.
She makes an Internet dating profile.
It feels so stupid, so geeky, so…so Marissa, that Kaitlin can’t stand it, but she’s not going to that wedding without a date, so she does it.
“Name, Kaitlin…age, um…21. Likes? Hot guys without fungusy dicks. Dislikes? Self-centered people, fungus, and Marissa,” she says as she types in her answers to the questions.
Satisfied, she hits submit and then waits for an answer.
A few hours pass with no responses, but soon enough, her inbox has a message from a guy calling himself “Toughguy111.” She opens the letter to read it and is glad he sent a picture. She looks at the picture before she reads the letter, and immediately deletes the e-mail. The guy is like…fifty or something, and he’s really ugly.
She sighs and crosses her arms, making a small “harrumph”ing noise.
The computer pings again, and she checks the box again. This time the guy is, thankfully, both cute and young. And he wants to meet her at the Crab Shack in an hour. She can do that.
She replies to the e-mail, then runs to the bathroom to do her hair. When she’s satisfied, she puts on her makeup, then heads to the restaurant.
She walks in and promptly bumps into No Name B—to Charlie.
“Watch what you’re doing, Lutsy,” she snaps at him.
“Sorry,” he takes a step back. “You look nice,” he adds.
“Date,” Kaitlin says. “With that guy,” she points to the Internet guy, who waves at her, “actually. So if you’ll excuse me…”
She walks over and sits down at the table across from E-Guy.
“Hi,” she says, putting on her brightest smile.
“Hi,” the guy says quietly.
“I don’t know you from school,” Kaitlin tells him. “Where do you go?”
“Newport Union.”
“Okay, well, it was nice meeting you!” she says in a mock cheery voice before leaving as quickly as she can without running.
It would be just her luck to find the one guy on the Internet who is poor enough to have to go to Newport Union. Honestly. Poor people were disgusting.
Ryan is usually so bored sitting around the courthouse waiting to see if the jury has reached a verdict every day that Seth has given him some tips to keep himself occupied. Tip one: Always carry a comic with you wherever you go. Check. But Ryan’s already read it twice today. Tip two: bring your iPod. Ryan doesn’t actually own an iPod, because he doesn’t listen to music very often, but Seth was kind enough to lend Ryan his. Only the battery is dead, so that’s out, too. Ryan’s just about to move on to the third option: Do an interpretive dance to “Baby Got Back”, when Sandy comes over and says, “They’re not going to announce their decision today. We might as well go home for dinner.”
Ryan nods, glad he doesn’t have to dance, and follows Sandy out to the car. He really wishes the iPod would work, because the awkward silence the entire way home is really grating.
As soon as they get home, he goes inside to find Seth, hoping they could talk before dinner, but almost immediately, Kirsten calls up to them that dinner is ready, so they head downstairs to eat.
And then Ryan really wishes he’d just said he wasn’t hungry, because Sandy clears his throat and next to him, Seth looks like he’s about to faint.
“Boys, Kirsten and I want to talk to you.”
“Oh, God,” Seth says in a hollow voice, slumping down in his chair and taking Ryan’s hand in his under the table.
“We just want you to know that we love you,” Kirsten says.
“And that we support you in…in this.”
“Ryan, Ryan, make it stop,” Seth pleads.
“I’m trying, but my Kid Chino powers aren’t working!” Ryan says out of the corner of his mouth.
“My Ironist has left the building and has been replaced by The Embarrassment Kid,” Seth replies.
“Now, boys,” Sandy says, “sex is a normal part of life and—“
“LALALALALALA!!” Seth shouts suddenly, stuffing his fingers in his ears.
Sandy reaches across the table and pulls Seth’s hands away. “Sex is a normal part of life,” he says again. “And—“
“Dad, if we promise to be safe, will you stop now?” Seth says pleadingly.
Sandy pauses to consider it. “Yes,” he says finally.
“We promise,” Ryan says in unison with him.
“Good. Then eat up, your dinner is getting cold.”
“I’ve lost the will to eat,” Ryan says.
“I’ve lost the will to live,” Seth replies.
“But it’s your favorite,” Kirsten says.
“Trust me, getting the sex talk over steak is not on my list of favorites,” Seth says.
“Fine, fine, go on then,” Kirsten sighs.
Seth grabs Ryan’s hand and pulls him out of the room.
They head out to the pool house and Seth flops down on the bed. “Kill me now,” he tells Ryan. “Please, just make it quick, I’m a wuss when it comes to pain.”
“How about I kiss you instead?” Ryan asks, grinning as he lies down next to Seth.
“That could work, too,” Seth grins.
Ryan rolls over, covering Seth’s body with his, and kisses him, softly at first, then rougher as the kiss deepens.
“Hey, Ryan, have you seen Seth? Kirsten and Sandy said he might be out—“
Ryan’s head snaps up and he turns to look at the door way.
“Taylor?” he manages to squeak in what he hopes is a manly way.
“—here,” Taylor finishes, jaw open. “So…he is out, I guess. In the…sense that…right.”
I wanted a light-hearted chapter after all the angst that I've put you through. Hope you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it. ;-)
