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Ryan was really going to start locking that door. First, Kirsten had walked in on him, and then it had been Sandy. Kirsten had been embarrassed and apologetic, saying “That never happened with Seth.”
That comment had freaked him out for a good twenty minutes until he realized she meant that she’d never walked in on Seth with a girl, not that she’d never walked in on him and Seth.
Sandy had grinned and apologized, but when Marissa had left stammering apologies, he’d clapped Ryan on the back. The next day there were condoms in his medicine cabinet. He really tried not to figure out which one of his pseudo-parents had given them to him.
~*~
For the first time in a long time, there was a knock before someone opened his door. Sure, it was when he was actually doing homework, which made him smile a little, but called for them to come in. He looked up, expecting a sheepish Kirsten with a plate of cookies, thinking she was checking in on him. But it was Seth.
Seth made a big show of looking around the room and talking really loudly, like he expected Marissa to be hiding in the bathroom. When he finally realized that there was no one else there, he flopped down on the floor next to Ryan with his backpack between his knees.
“Can I study in here? My parents are…” He made an odd gesture with his hand and a disgusted face. “Dude. Parents aren’t supposed to do that! I could hear them all the way down the hall.”
Ryan laughed and shrugged. “Sure. Pull up a piece of carpet.”
Soon, they both had books spread out and notebooks and Seth had a pencil stuck between his teeth and was muttering to himself. Ryan was trying really hard to pay more attention to his own book, but Seth was just really distracting. It wasn’t the first time Seth had escaped the house to study with him. But it was the first time since Ryan had kissed Seth a few weeks before.
They had been laughing at something Seth said. He’d been so cute, and he’d looked up at Ryan, smiling shyly, and it had felt natural to just lean over and press his lips to Seth’s. At first, Ryan thought Seth was too surprised to do or say anything. Then he’d gotten into it, kissing back and leaning against Ryan, until he’d suddenly broke away, panting. He’d stared at Ryan and then he’d just left. The next morning, things had been a little awkward, but Seth didn’t bring it up, and soon they were back to friends.
Well, as close to friends as they could be with this hanging over them. Ryan wanted to say something, wanted to bring it up and at least apologize, but he didn’t want to ruin the tentative truce that they’d silently, but mutually, agreed upon. He wasn’t bringing it up, and he’d try not to attack Seth again, and Seth didn’t talk about it, and didn’t hold it against him.
Ryan figured that eventually, they’d either forget all about it, or he’d end up dropping to his knees one day and showing Seth what he was missing. He had no idea which was going to happen. He was betting on the first.
Right now, he was trying not to stare at the tip of Seth’s tongue as it poked out of his mouth as he concentrated on the book in front of him, trying not to remember what that had felt like when they had kissed.
He didn’t want Seth to catch him staring, so he tried to look back at his own paper, trying to at least look like he was studying. But he couldn’t seem to concentrate on the World History book in front of him. Ryan’s thoughts kept drifting to how it would be to kiss Seth again.
Their thighs were touching, and every once in a while, their elbows would bump. Ryan tried not to jerk away every time, but it was entirely too hard to sit there and not do anything else.
“Jesus, Ry. Why are you so jumpy?”
“Sorry.” This was getting to be pointless. He wasn’t getting anything actually studied, except Seth.
Seth put his hand on Ryan’s knee and looked up at him. “It’s okay. Everything? The kiss, the whatever. I’m okay with it. I know I freaked out, and we haven’t said anything about it… but dude. Really. It’s okay.”
Ryan looked up sharply. “But, Seth. I didn’t want you to freak out again. I’m sorry.”
"No, no, seriously dude, it’s cool. I mean...I didn't know that you...uh...you know...liked guys. But it’s cool. I think, it’s cool. And we're cool...cause, yeah, you know, you and me. Coolness. Absolutely."
"Uh huh...So you aren't still freaked out?"
"I didn't freak out! Okay, so I did," Seth finally conceded. "But. If you wanted, I mean, you could try again."
He smiled and Ryan didn’t wait for another invitation. He swooped in and pressed his lips to Seth’s cupping his face and leaning in close.
Seth made a sound of surprise, and then moaned, opening his mouth and letting Ryan inside. It was perfect. Seth may not have had that much experience, but he was apparently a natural at this.
Before Ryan realized it, they were sprawled in the floor in front of the couch, him half on, half off Seth’s body as they kissed. He could feel himself start to get hard, and he really didn’t want to scare Seth, but God, it felt so good to be touching him.
One of Seth’s hands was wrapped in his hair and the other slid down his back, tracing patterns of words that Ryan couldn’t think about long enough to figure out. Ryan desperately wanted skin. Innocent fingers pushed at the hem of Ryan’s shirt, asking permission, still unsure of what was allowed.
Ryan finally dragged his mouth away and opened his eyes. He stared down, Seth’s face a mixture of surprise and happiness, and he had to smile at the idea that he’d put those feelings there. “Hey,” he whispered.
Seth opened his eyes and grinned harder.
Ryan couldn’t help smiling back, but he needed to ask what was allowed, how far Seth wanted to go. He started to open his mouth, and was surprised by Seth locking his leg around him and twisting them so he was on top. He grinned down at Ryan and arched his hips into him. Groaning and grinding back was the only thing he could think of to do.
“Fuck, Seth. You’re going to kill me. What do you want me to…?”
Seth buried his nose into Ryan’s shoulder and nuzzled closer. “I don’t… This is all… I’ve never really done this before,” he mumbled into the cloth.
Ryan nodded and pulled him up. “I kinda figured.” He looked into Seth’s adorable face and smiled. “Listen, we don’t have to do anything.”
Seth shook his head. “No. I want to. I want…” His words trailed off as he pushed his hips to meet Ryan’s again. His dick hard in his pants, and Ryan wanted to see, to touch.
“Can I touch you?”
Seth nodded. He twisted and curled up next to Ryan on the floor. His hands went to the button of his pants. He still looked a little scared, but really excited. Grinning, Ryan brushed his hands away and took over. He scooted between his knees and carefully pulled on the zipper, all the while, watching Seth’s face.
“Ry… Jesus.”
“Shh, Seth. It’s okay.” He tugged on Seth’s jeans and boxers, letting them rest on his thighs. For a couple of seconds, he just stared. He wanted to taste, but figured that would probably freak Seth out. He grinned as he wrapped his hand around Seth’s cock.
The moan of his name was suddenly his favorite thing that Seth had ever said. Slowly, slowly, he started moving his hand on the shaft. There was a grunt and then Seth started to move with him. It only took a few strokes, and Seth came with a whimper, spilling over Ryan’s fist.
Smiling, Seth opened his eyes after a few seconds. “That was too fast wasn’t it?”
“For your first hand job, I’m going to say no,” Ryan said, chuckling.
Seth sat up and watched with wide eyes as Ryan wiped his fist on his own jeans.
“Can I… Do you want me to…” he made the motion with his hand rather than saying it. Ryan had to laugh, and nod. Because, yes. He did want that. And if Seth was offering, there was no way he was turning that down.
He started unbuttoning his own jeans and shoved them down as he settled back on the carpet next to Seth. Ryan couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes. It wasn’t his first hand job. Seth had to know that. But it was the first one in a long time. His own hand had been his only companion since he moved in with the Cohens.
Long, thin fingers slid across his thigh to trail down the length of his cock and Ryan had to think about holding his hips back from thrusting. Because he really wanted to thrust. God, he wanted Seth. He wanted so much, but he held himself back.
“Sorry. It’s backwards.”
He slowly started to move his hand, building up a rhythm that was going to make Ryan come a lot faster than he originally thought. “This is how I do myself,” Seth whispered.
Ryan’s eyes flew open, and he didn’t remember shutting them. Fuck, that was hot. Seth had no idea how fucking hot he was. “Yeah,” Ryan answered, his brain too intent on his impending orgasm to form coherent sentences. He couldn’t help it anymore, he couldn’t hold back. He needed to move.
Heat pooled in his belly and it felt like lightning spreading through him as he started to arch his hips, thrusting into Seth’s hand. “Seth,” he moaned. And it seemed like the hand around him tightened and he could feel the hot breath on his face as Seth moved closer and brought their lips together.
Tearing his mouth away, Ryan squeezed his eyes shut and moaned as he came. He had no idea how long he had them closed. When he finally opened them, Seth was still watching him intently. For a second, Ryan panicked.
“Is everything okay?”
Seth nodded and draped himself along Ryan’s side. “I was just thinking about how often I can talk you into doing that.”
Ryan tried to hold back the laughter, but couldn’t help it when it spilled from his mouth. “Oh, probably at least daily.”
Grinning, Seth nodded. “Good. Because that was really fucking hot, Ry.”
He settled closer and Ryan was surprised to realize that there was still a lot of bare skin touching his own. Seth hadn’t gotten redressed. In fact, when he opened his eyes, Ryan realized that Seth had kicked off his pants and with his shirt rucked up; he had a mostly naked Seth right there at his disposal.
Ryan reached down to brush his fingers across Seth’s belly. “Or maybe a lot more often than daily.”
Seth moaned and nodded.
God, this was going to be fun.
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