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myficsTitle: Feel Good Orgasms
Pairing: Ryan/Seth
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 1,221
Disclaimer: Josh Schwartz = Filthy Rich. Me = Poor. Note the difference.
Notes: As it is now officially the 17th, that makes today His Royal Nefyrness's birthday. And what do my friends get for their birthday? Porn! Happy birthday, Nefyr!
Edit: This fic won Best Comedic Fic at the 2006 Citrus Awards! Lookee at my banner!
Seth never considered funerals to be particularly sexy, but apparently they were. Apparently, sex after burial was hotter than a hot thing because at the moment, Ryan had his hands down Seth’s pants and Seth was grasping for purchase at the door handle, the seat, anything he could grab a hold of in the back of the Cohen Family Range Rover.
One minute Ryan had been crying at Marissa’s grave, and then the next, he’d muttered, “I’m going back to the car. Come with?” to Seth, tugging on Seth’s hand all the while, so Seth pulled a Stealth move and they Camp Tacaho’ed their way right out of the graveyard and into the Range Rover.
After that, Seth wasn’t exactly sure what had happened. He knew that one minute he’d been patting Ryan’s shoulder comfortingly, and the next he was flat on his back in the seat and Ryan was tugging on his tie, pulling him upwards, and crushing their mouths together.
It was more of an explosion than a kiss. Like an atom bomb being dropped on Seth’s head and in the haze of the mushroom cloud, his zipper had been undone and Ryan had taken him in hand, and Seth didn’t even remember getting hard. It must’ve been during the sonic boom that sounded behind his ears when Ryan kissed him and his world exploded.
Seth had thought about it a few times, entertained the idea. A guy can only go so long being called “queer” and getting his shoes peed in before he starts to question himself. Clearly, everyone was seeing something he wasn’t. And he’d even thought of being with Ryan. But then there was Marissa.
And Summer.
Oh, God, Summer.
Oh, Jesus, Moses, and Deity of Your Own Personal Choosing, Summer.
But hadn’t she told him earlier? Hadn’t she said he should help Ryan? Her exact words had been, “Cohen, I know you’re a self-centered idiot, but for once, think of someone other than yourself and be there for Ryan, okay? He’s going through a hard time.” Then she’d added, “Dumbass,” for good measure.
And clearly, this was helping Ryan, because Seth knew from personal experience that orgasms were always good, and Ryan was clearly in the mood for one.
So he was just being a good friend, really. And the fact that he was hard as well? Or the fact that he hadn’t even touched Ryan yet?
Minor details.
Though his mind had a point. Seth should really make with the touching.
Seth reached up and pulled on Ryan’s tie, bringing him down, kissing him like he meant it. Except. Yeah.
And his free hand somehow found its way to Ryan’s zipper, and he was holding Ryan’s cock in his hand, and wasn’t that weird?
Nothing like a friendly post-funeral handjob between buddies.
It was backwards and weird and not what Seth was used to, but this part he knew how to do. It may have took him ages to figure out Summer’s various bits and bobs, but this? Cock? He could totally handle. He’d lived his entire life with one and by age twelve, he’d actually figured out what to do with it.
He swiped his thumb across the head and Ryan, who had previously been sucking on the spot where his shoulder met his neck, bit down. Hard.
And oh, fuck, that was nice.
Seth moaned and arched his hips up into Ryan’s hand and paused his own movements long enough to swipe his tongue across his palm before replacing it on Ryan’s dick.
And Ryan was moving and Seth was grunting, and he was pretty sure he was babbling like an idiot, but that wasn’t any different than any other day.
So really, it was back to the buddy thing. Just now there was a lot more skin involved than usual. And the whole touching thing. Though really, they touched a lot before. Except. God.
Seth paused and batted Ryan’s hand away from his cock and wrapped his palm around them both, setting a rhythm.
Ryan groaned and thrust down into his hand, encouraging Seth to move quicker. Then he did that biting thing again and Seth nearly lost it.
And suddenly Seth realized that Ryan hadn’t spoken once since they got in the car. And even though Ryan was usually the less talkative one, Seth found that really, really odd. Those few times he’d wondered about this, he’d always figured Ryan for a loud one. But, no. Ryan was being abnormally quiet, and the silence was dragging on to the point that it was painful.
But when Seth looked up into Ryan’s face, he saw why.
This. Vulnerability. Not lust, not want. Just…vulnerability.
And in a way, Seth was glad that Ryan clearly didn’t think anything of this, didn’t want this to be anything more than the Buddy Handjob thing, because Seth didn’t even want to think about what Summer would do to him if he told her he was leaving her to go do the Big Gay Love thing with Ryan. Because he would. But Ryan was just down and depressed and his girlfriend was six feet under, and Ryan just wanted one of those Feel Good Orgasms.
And Seth could help with that.
Or he would, if Ryan would quit nibbling at his pulse point like that, or get his hands out from under Seth’s shirt, because that raking his fingernails down Seth’s chest and over his nipples thing? Really distracting. It was messing up Seth’s rhythm.
He made a small whining noise in the back of his throat that he immediately wished he could take back, but. Ryan wrapped his hand around Seth’s on their cocks. And oh.
He let Ryan lead, moving his hand wherever he wanted it, and Seth found that Ryan was better at this than he was. Which said something, really. Marissa must not have put out.
And oh, God, that was a horrible thing to think, especially when he was so close to coming that if Ryan so much as breathed, he’d go over the edge.
And then Ryan started shaking, tugged on Seth’s tie, jerking him forward, and crashed their lips together again before whispering, “Seth,” against his lips.
It wasn’t even a whisper. It was…a breath. An exhalation.
And oh, fuck, Seth came, shaking from head to toe and babbling something about James Bond, and he wasn’t even sure how he got on that topic, but Seth learned long ago not to question the bizarre things that went through his head, especially at the point of orgasm.
He took a deep breath, trying to regain the feeling in his limbs as Ryan tucked them both into their pants and zipped them up. He patted Seth on the arm and said, “Thanks,” quietly, before climbing into the front seat.
“Um?” Seth said, trying to sit up. “You’re welcome?”
And Ryan smiled at him. A real smile, the first real smile Seth had seen him use since that night. And it was fantastic, because Seth considered it a real honor to snap someone out of a funk that deep.
“Wanna go home? Play some Playstation?” Ryan asked.
Seth nodded slowly, still getting used to being able to move properly. “Yeah. Just…nothing with cars in it. I think I’m stuck to the leather back here.”
I tried for tie!kink, Nefyr, I really did, but some how, it just didn't want to come out properly. I got trapped in Seth's head, and that's never a good thing, because that place is SCARY. I hope you had a wondiferous birthday anyway, sweetie. MWAH!
Pairing: Ryan/Seth
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 1,221
Disclaimer: Josh Schwartz = Filthy Rich. Me = Poor. Note the difference.
Notes: As it is now officially the 17th, that makes today His Royal Nefyrness's birthday. And what do my friends get for their birthday? Porn! Happy birthday, Nefyr!
Edit: This fic won Best Comedic Fic at the 2006 Citrus Awards! Lookee at my banner!
Seth never considered funerals to be particularly sexy, but apparently they were. Apparently, sex after burial was hotter than a hot thing because at the moment, Ryan had his hands down Seth’s pants and Seth was grasping for purchase at the door handle, the seat, anything he could grab a hold of in the back of the Cohen Family Range Rover.
One minute Ryan had been crying at Marissa’s grave, and then the next, he’d muttered, “I’m going back to the car. Come with?” to Seth, tugging on Seth’s hand all the while, so Seth pulled a Stealth move and they Camp Tacaho’ed their way right out of the graveyard and into the Range Rover.
After that, Seth wasn’t exactly sure what had happened. He knew that one minute he’d been patting Ryan’s shoulder comfortingly, and the next he was flat on his back in the seat and Ryan was tugging on his tie, pulling him upwards, and crushing their mouths together.
It was more of an explosion than a kiss. Like an atom bomb being dropped on Seth’s head and in the haze of the mushroom cloud, his zipper had been undone and Ryan had taken him in hand, and Seth didn’t even remember getting hard. It must’ve been during the sonic boom that sounded behind his ears when Ryan kissed him and his world exploded.
Seth had thought about it a few times, entertained the idea. A guy can only go so long being called “queer” and getting his shoes peed in before he starts to question himself. Clearly, everyone was seeing something he wasn’t. And he’d even thought of being with Ryan. But then there was Marissa.
And Summer.
Oh, God, Summer.
Oh, Jesus, Moses, and Deity of Your Own Personal Choosing, Summer.
But hadn’t she told him earlier? Hadn’t she said he should help Ryan? Her exact words had been, “Cohen, I know you’re a self-centered idiot, but for once, think of someone other than yourself and be there for Ryan, okay? He’s going through a hard time.” Then she’d added, “Dumbass,” for good measure.
And clearly, this was helping Ryan, because Seth knew from personal experience that orgasms were always good, and Ryan was clearly in the mood for one.
So he was just being a good friend, really. And the fact that he was hard as well? Or the fact that he hadn’t even touched Ryan yet?
Minor details.
Though his mind had a point. Seth should really make with the touching.
Seth reached up and pulled on Ryan’s tie, bringing him down, kissing him like he meant it. Except. Yeah.
And his free hand somehow found its way to Ryan’s zipper, and he was holding Ryan’s cock in his hand, and wasn’t that weird?
Nothing like a friendly post-funeral handjob between buddies.
It was backwards and weird and not what Seth was used to, but this part he knew how to do. It may have took him ages to figure out Summer’s various bits and bobs, but this? Cock? He could totally handle. He’d lived his entire life with one and by age twelve, he’d actually figured out what to do with it.
He swiped his thumb across the head and Ryan, who had previously been sucking on the spot where his shoulder met his neck, bit down. Hard.
And oh, fuck, that was nice.
Seth moaned and arched his hips up into Ryan’s hand and paused his own movements long enough to swipe his tongue across his palm before replacing it on Ryan’s dick.
And Ryan was moving and Seth was grunting, and he was pretty sure he was babbling like an idiot, but that wasn’t any different than any other day.
So really, it was back to the buddy thing. Just now there was a lot more skin involved than usual. And the whole touching thing. Though really, they touched a lot before. Except. God.
Seth paused and batted Ryan’s hand away from his cock and wrapped his palm around them both, setting a rhythm.
Ryan groaned and thrust down into his hand, encouraging Seth to move quicker. Then he did that biting thing again and Seth nearly lost it.
And suddenly Seth realized that Ryan hadn’t spoken once since they got in the car. And even though Ryan was usually the less talkative one, Seth found that really, really odd. Those few times he’d wondered about this, he’d always figured Ryan for a loud one. But, no. Ryan was being abnormally quiet, and the silence was dragging on to the point that it was painful.
But when Seth looked up into Ryan’s face, he saw why.
This. Vulnerability. Not lust, not want. Just…vulnerability.
And in a way, Seth was glad that Ryan clearly didn’t think anything of this, didn’t want this to be anything more than the Buddy Handjob thing, because Seth didn’t even want to think about what Summer would do to him if he told her he was leaving her to go do the Big Gay Love thing with Ryan. Because he would. But Ryan was just down and depressed and his girlfriend was six feet under, and Ryan just wanted one of those Feel Good Orgasms.
And Seth could help with that.
Or he would, if Ryan would quit nibbling at his pulse point like that, or get his hands out from under Seth’s shirt, because that raking his fingernails down Seth’s chest and over his nipples thing? Really distracting. It was messing up Seth’s rhythm.
He made a small whining noise in the back of his throat that he immediately wished he could take back, but. Ryan wrapped his hand around Seth’s on their cocks. And oh.
He let Ryan lead, moving his hand wherever he wanted it, and Seth found that Ryan was better at this than he was. Which said something, really. Marissa must not have put out.
And oh, God, that was a horrible thing to think, especially when he was so close to coming that if Ryan so much as breathed, he’d go over the edge.
And then Ryan started shaking, tugged on Seth’s tie, jerking him forward, and crashed their lips together again before whispering, “Seth,” against his lips.
It wasn’t even a whisper. It was…a breath. An exhalation.
And oh, fuck, Seth came, shaking from head to toe and babbling something about James Bond, and he wasn’t even sure how he got on that topic, but Seth learned long ago not to question the bizarre things that went through his head, especially at the point of orgasm.
He took a deep breath, trying to regain the feeling in his limbs as Ryan tucked them both into their pants and zipped them up. He patted Seth on the arm and said, “Thanks,” quietly, before climbing into the front seat.
“Um?” Seth said, trying to sit up. “You’re welcome?”
And Ryan smiled at him. A real smile, the first real smile Seth had seen him use since that night. And it was fantastic, because Seth considered it a real honor to snap someone out of a funk that deep.
“Wanna go home? Play some Playstation?” Ryan asked.
Seth nodded slowly, still getting used to being able to move properly. “Yeah. Just…nothing with cars in it. I think I’m stuck to the leather back here.”
I tried for tie!kink, Nefyr, I really did, but some how, it just didn't want to come out properly. I got trapped in Seth's head, and that's never a good thing, because that place is SCARY. I hope you had a wondiferous birthday anyway, sweetie. MWAH!
