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Lesson One: Sex
Seth was tired of just making out. He was so horny that if something didn’t happen soon, he thought he might explode. He and Anna made out all the time. She would even let him get to second base, but after several months, Seth wanted more. He was tired of cold showers and jacking off all by himself in his dark room after everyone else was asleep. He wanted to know what it felt like to have someone else touch him, or suck him, or…
Well, Seth knew what came next. He’d imagined it, but his hand just wasn’t cutting it anymore.
He wanted to have sex. He was getting pretty desperate. He almost didn’t care if it was Anna or Summer or hell, even Marissa. He just wanted to have sex. A blowjob or a hand job or hell, just rubbing against something that would somehow involve an orgasm. For someone.
He was lying on the couch in the pool house with his arms crooked over his eyes, trying to explain it all to Ryan. Seth was so embarrassed that he was just babbling. And no matter how many times the voice in his head told him to shut up, he just couldn’t.
Ryan had just asked a simple question. ‘So, how is it going with Anna?’ and Seth had no idea why he was still talking.
“Seriously, Ryan. I think I might go crazy if I don’t have sex soon. Anna keeps hinting that it could be soon, but she’s just a big tease. Because it's been soon for, like, all the time that we've been together. Sure touching is nice, and she's bumped into my… um… you know, when it's…and that's been nice – really nice – but…it's not you know. Sex. And Summer won't talk to me half the time…when she does she has this look that's half between, 'let's go into the broom closet and make out' and 'how could you? You're, like, making out with your sister – ew!'” Seth had practiced his Summer impression.
“And I'm not even going to start on what they wear. Seriously. Summer is so hot, like, all of the time – it’s almost as if I’m hanging out with a Victoria Secret magazine. And Anna, I know it's not traditional playboy sexy, but dude, sweaters and scarves. Hot. So hot.”
He paused for a few seconds, before adding, as an afterthought, “I wonder how much a hooker would cost.”
When Ryan didn’t answer him, Seth cracked open one of his eyes to find that Ryan was just standing there. It didn’t look to Seth like he’d been listening to anything he’d said. He hadn’t commented at all while Seth was speaking. He probably hadn’t even nodded.
“Ryan? Did you hear me?”
“Of course. You were talking about sex,” he answered calmly.
Frustrated, Seth sat up before jumping up from the couch. “Tell me. Give me details. Show me a move. *Something.* I’m so tired of the Teasing Duo and their rules.”
Ryan finally laughed. “Show you something?”
Seth nodded emphatically. “You have to have moves. Something that’s guaranteed to get me laid.”
Ryan crossed the room. He had a determined look in his eye and Seth could only think, ‘Finally!’ But when Ryan stood in front of him, Seth had no idea what was going to happen.
He reached up with one of his hands and let it rest on the side of Seth’s face. “First,” he whispered. “First you look them right in the eye, and maybe you’ll smooth back a curl or lock of hair.” Ryan’s fingers trailed through his hair and Seth couldn’t help it when he leaned into it a little. Maybe Ryan wouldn’t notice.
“Then, you lick your lips,” and Seth felt himself following the instructions, even as Ryan did it himself. “And you cup the back of their neck…” Ryan’s fingers were warm against Seth’s neck. “And then you kiss them.”
Seth was wholly unprepared for the touch of Ryan’s lips on his own. He sputtered and pulled away. “What the hell?”
Smirking, Ryan raised an eyebrow. “You said you wanted me to show you.”
“I didn’t think…” Seth trailed off before taking a deep breath and exclaiming, “You kissed me!”
“I know. I’m trying to help.”
“Okay. I mean, you just surprised me.”
“Do you want me to show you or not?”
Seth stepped back and bit his lip. He did want Ryan to kiss him again. That thought somehow rendered him speechless. He could feel himself nodding and then before he could set up some ground rules involving never repeating this to anyone. Especially those someones that already thought he was gay, Ryan had stepped closer and his hands were back to touching him.
“Okay,” Ryan whispered. He put his hands back where they had been before Seth pulled away, one on the back of his neck, the other resting at his side, and then Ryan leaned in and kissed him again.
Soft lips, firm pressure, Ryan sucked Seth’s bottom lip into his mouth and then Seth’s hands somehow found their way to Ryan’s waist and Ryan’s tongue was in his mouth. This time, when Seth pulled away it was just for air.
“Okay. I’m not complaining, because – wow, you’re an awesome kisser – but I kind of have that down. That’s the problem. I mean, I’ve done the kissing…”
Ryan chuckled. “Well, I didn’t think you’d go from talking to fucking in three seconds. You kind of have to lead up to it, Seth.”
“I *know* that. I just...” He was making wild gestures with his hands when Ryan grabbed them and pushed him onto the couch.
“If you want,” Ryan said as he settled himself down next to Seth on the couch. “I’ll let you fuck me.”
Seth was speechless. Again. In less than five minutes. There was no response to that. None. He stared at Ryan’s smiling mouth, his own mouth probably wide open as he tried to process what he’d just been offered. “You…I…what?”
“I said that you could fuck me. You know, me on my hands and knees, your cock in my ass…sweaty and hot and you’re nodding. Does that mean you want to or you understand?”
“I…You’d just let me? But…you’re not gay! I’m not! I mean, there’s Summer and Marissa and Anna and…we like *girls,* Ryan.”
“I’m bi, Seth. I do like girls. I’ve had sex with both guys and girls.”
“You never…Okay, I’m not used to not knowing what to say. You keep making all of my words go away.”
“Sorry about that. I didn’t want to freak you out. But I kind of got tired of you bitching about this. And I can help, so…” He shrugged.
Seth was still trying to work it all out in his head. On one level he knew that he found Ryan attractive and he had the occasional dream about him, but did he want to have sex with his best friend? Wouldn’t that make everything between them weird?
“So this would be like a friends with benefits kind of thing, right? I mean, you’re still with Marissa and I’m still with Anna.”
Ryan nodded. He scooted closer on the couch and let his hand rest on Seth’s thigh. Seth’s eyes darted down and he swallowed heavily before he opened his mouth again. “Are you still going to be my best friend?”
Ryan smiled. He leaned forward and pressed another kiss to Seth’s lips and leaned into him until they were both stretched out on the couch. “Yeah, Seth.” Ryan licked his lips. His voice was all rough and Seth could feel Ryan’s erection pressed against his own. “I’ll always be your best friend.”
Seth nodded and Ryan arched his hips a little, moaning softly. “God,” Seth whispered and then reached up and dragged Ryan down to him. Fuck it. Maybe he couldn’t admit out loud that he probably wanted this just as much as he wanted to have sex with Summer or Anna, but he could at least show Ryan how much he cared.
Pouring everything into the kiss, Seth tried to coax Ryan’s tongue back into his mouth. He missed the slick slide against his own. It seemed like there were hands everywhere. Seth felt Ryan’s hands at the waistband of his jeans, slipping under his shirt and he pulled away gasping.
“If you tickle me…” he started to warn. But Ryan only grinned and leaned back a little. His dexterous hands made short work of Seth’s button and zipper. “That’s definitely not tickling.”
“I know. Is this okay?”
“Yeah. But… if we’re going to get much further, you might not want to do that. No one else has ever touched me…” The word turned into a groan as Ryan made a liar out of him. Fingers wrapped around his dick and now someone had touched him and someone else *was* touching him and his brain was about to short circuit or something because he’d never felt anything so amazing in all of his life.
“God, Ryan.”
“Shh. I know. It’s ok. I’ll blow you and then you can fuck me. Can you…twice?”
Seth nodded. Of course, he’d agree to just about anything at that second, if Ryan never stopped what he was doing. “Did you say ‘blow me’?” he asked softly.
Ryan started to scoot down Seth’s body and when he settled between his thighs and started working on getting the denim in his way *out* of his way, Seth flopped back down to the couch and hoped he wouldn’t come before Ryan touched him again. Because he might. He was already really, really close.
Seth kicked his jeans off once Ryan had them down and he tried not to think about what Ryan was thinking. Sure, he and Ryan had seen each other naked before – they’d actually used the pool house *as* a pool house and changed to go swimming several times – but he was so close and Seth was nervous. He watched as Ryan pulled his own clothes off too, tossing them to the side. “Um…okay, so I know that, like, I’m not the biggest guy around, but I mean, I’m not small or anything, but –“
“Shh. Seth – honestly. That doesn’t matter.”
And Seth was going to protest, really, he meant to – of course it *mattered* – but then Ryan’s hand was back on his dick and then warm air washed over him and Seth knew what was coming, but he still wasn’t prepared. Warm and wet and hotter than anything had any legal right to be.
Seth didn’t know where to put his hands. He clenched them into fists and held them at his sides, because he really didn’t want to do anything, like jostle Ryan or bump him or push him, or something that might make him stop. It felt too good – like nothing he’d ever felt before in his life. Nothing he’d ever done to himself had even come close to feeling like this.
When Ryan swirled his tongue around the head of Seth’s dick, Seth could hear himself start to moan. And then Ryan sucked him further inside and this was the kind of thing that Seth had read about, heard guys in locker rooms talk about, but never imagined anything close. “Ryan, oh my God,” he gasped.
It seemed like forever, but there was no way it could last long enough. No way *Seth* could last long enough. With a low moan, Seth finally came. He knew he was panting – it was loud in the room, at least to his own ears – but he couldn’t help it. Giddiness shot through him. He’d had *sex* with Ryan. And it felt amazing. The grin spread across his face and he blinked his eyes open.
Ryan was watching him, but even through the blush, Seth didn’t stop smiling.
“I take it you liked that.” His lips were all shiny and red. He looked hot as fucking hell.
Seth felt his smile grow a little bigger. “Sure, if you want to use such an inadequate word. Like seems so…so…” He paused for a second, searching for the right word. He blamed his unusual lack of words on the hormones rushing through him. “That was amazing. Wonderful. Awesome.”
Ryan grinned and settled back on top of Seth. He leaned in for a kiss and Seth could taste himself. It was hot and messy and Ryan’s hips started to arch into him. Seth slid his hands down Ryan’s back, cupping his ass and pulling him in with each thrust. Ryan’s dick pushed against his thigh, slick in the trails it left painted there.
“Yeah,” Seth whispered and then Ryan’s mouth was at his neck, licking and biting and Seth heard himself babbling, begging Ryan to come so he could fuck him. He felt Ryan’s body stiffen and the groan twisted something in his stomach as Ryan’s orgasm washed through him. The warm wetness pulsed across his skin and Seth couldn’t help his answering groan.
Seth was pretty sure that he looked nowhere near as cool as Ryan did when he came. He probably looked like a dork, but Ryan was just beautiful. His eyes were clenched tight, and the flush on his cheeks and neck just added to it. Seth smoothed his hand across Ryan’s hair and bit back the smile that was threatening to stay on his face permanently.
After a few seconds, Ryan opened his eyes and quirked an eyebrow. “Hey. You okay?”
Seth nodded. “So much better than okay. We just had *sex*!”
Ryan chuckled. “I know. I was there.”
“Oh, yeah.” Seth couldn’t quit smiling. Sex!
“There’s more, you know.”
“Right, but I could completely mess that up.”
“Nah. It’s easy,” Ryan was trying to reassure him. It was cute.
“Uh huh, you say. But…is it going to hurt? And what if I do it wrong?”
“It’s going to be okay. We don’t *have* to…but if you still *want* to…”
Seth nodded again and arched up into Ryan. “I want to. I just don’t want to mess it up.”
“I’ll show you.”
Ryan climbed off of Seth and held out his hand to help Seth up. He pulled him into his arms and kissed him and Seth didn’t even realize that they were moving until he felt the mattress on the back of his knees. “Oh,” he grunted as they tumbled onto the blankets.
“Easier here,” Ryan said between kisses. Seth was completely fine with that. They sprawled together, still kissing and this had been exactly what he’d been looking for. Maybe not consciously with Ryan, but he’d needed the whole package.
“Don’t we, like, need…things? Do you have condoms? I mean, you aren’t going to get pregnant, or anything, but…they always say to…and…”
Ryan leaned up on his hands and reached over to the bedside table. He rummaged in the drawer for a second, reaching towards the back and pulled out a small bottle of something and a couple of foil packets. “Here. You have to…open me. With your fingers. This will help.”
Seth blushed again. Okay… He could do this. Nodding solemnly, he watched as Ryan twisted away and settled on his stomach. Hands shaking, he somehow managed to flip the top open on the bottle of lube and get some onto his fingers. He had no idea how much or how little to use, but guessed that more was better.
He slid his slick fingers up Ryan’s thigh, but winced as he jumped. “What? Did I already do something wrong?”
“No. No. It’s just…a little cold.”
“Oh, sorry,” Seth whispered.
“You’re doing fine. Just…use one finger at first and then two…go slowly.”
Seth nodded, but realized Ryan couldn’t really see him so he just went back to inching his fingers closer and closer.
“Seth. It’s okay.”
So, he pushed a very tentative finger inside of Ryan and wiggled it a little. Tight and hot and he closed his eyes when he realized he was going to get his dick in the same exact spot soon. “Is this okay?”
“Oh, yeah. Just… fuck me with your fingers, Seth.”
Another nod and blush that Ryan couldn’t see, but he followed instructions well. After a few seconds, he felt Ryan let out a breath and he seemed to relax a little, and his finger moved a little easier.
“T-two, now. And maybe crook them a little on the inside.”
Deep in concentration, Seth did exactly as he was asked. Before long, Ryan was pushing back into Seth’s hands, rocking back into the thrusts, and it was just about the hottest thing in the whole entire world. “Can I…are you ready?”
“Yeah. Fuck me, Seth.”
A thrill skidded through Seth and he slid his fingers out slowly, grimacing a little as he wiped them on the sheets. He was going to have to remember to help Ryan wash these later so his mom or Rosa didn’t find any of their mess. Scrambling through the blanket, he found the condom packet and fumbled with opening it before using his teeth because his fingers were too slick to work properly. He’d used them in health class, but he was still working on getting it onto himself when Ryan sat up and helped.
“Th-thanks.”
Ryan just smiled and settled back on his knees and elbows. Okay. He could do this. Seth slid a hand down Ryan’s back and with one hand, started to guide his dick inside of Ryan. “Tell me if I do something wrong,” he whispered.
A grunt was Ryan’s only response. With steady pressure, Seth pushed in until he was almost all the way inside. “That’s it, Seth. Now, come on, fuck me.”
At least he hadn’t screwed anything up, or hurt Ryan. At least not yet. A deep breath and he started to thrust. Incredible sensations twisted through him. Pleasure unlike anything he’d imagined filled his lungs and head, making him dizzy. He wanted to shout and scream, but instead he just kept thrusting. Ryan’s hips came back to meet his own, over and over.
Seth could feel the sensation building inside of him. He wrapped his fingers around Ryan’s hips and pulled as he thrust. It earned him a strangled groan from Ryan and then his hand slipped and brushed across Ryan’s dick.
God, he was so hard, so fucking hot, and Seth wondered if he was coordinated enough to help Ryan out. Seth grasped Ryan’s cock and tried to time his strokes with the thrusts into Ryan There was no way that was going to work, but it didn’t matter because Ryan was moaning and coming and the pressure on Seth’s own cock increased to the point that he couldn’t hold out any more.
He was coming himself, filling the condom as he tried to not pass out as euphoria coursed through him. Seth was breathing hard, trying to get enough oxygen to his brain so he didn’t do something stupid when Ryan’s hand wrapped around his own. It was then he realized that he was still holding Ryan’s cock, and still buried deep inside of him. Shit, he didn’t want to hurt him. He let go and started to move until he heard a voice stop him.
“Easy. Slow… it’s okay, Seth, don’t panic on me now.” A deep breath and Seth could do that. He pulled out carefully, hoping he didn’t mess anything up more and he rested back on his heels while Ryan twisted around. Seth stared down at his cock. He didn’t look any different… well, he still had the condom on, and he rolled that off and tied it into a knot without grossing himself out too much and then looked around helplessly.
He backed off the bed and practically ran to the bathroom. He shut the door and tossed the condom into the toilet. Seth had to stare at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look any different either. Luke would probably never be able to tell that he had been right all along. Nothing would give him away…
Well, except for the flush to his cheeks and blossoming bruise on his collarbone. He prodded it with a finger and took a deep breath. He could do this. He’d had sex. *Sex*. And he wasn’t any different.
Flushing the toilet before opening the door, Seth made his way back into the room with Ryan and smiled nervously. Ryan was sprawled on the bed, eyes closed and Seth didn’t know what he should do. Should he get dressed? Go to the house and shower? Get into the bed with Ryan?
That last one sounded like the best option. But he didn’t know. Did friends that were just showing other friends how to have sex want said friends in their bed afterwards? “Um. Hi.” That was lame.
Ryan smiled when he opened his eyes and crooked a finger at Seth. “C’mere.” His voice was all low and gravely. Sexy. Seth was probably thinking way too much about how hot Ryan was for this to just be a friendly-friends thing.
He really hoped things weren’t all fucked up. Because he was Seth Cohen, and he fucked everything up.
“So, I was thinking…”
“When? Just now? When you were panicking in the bathroom?”
“I wasn’t panicking. I was…just looking. I’m the same, you know.”
“I know. Just, now, you’ve had sex.”
“Right. I was there,” Seth answered with a grin. “But…I’m sure there’s more you could teach me…I mean…if you wanted to.”
“Seth. Do you want me to fuck you next time? And then, we can try different positions. Maybe just to see which ones you’re best at.”
“Next time…I…You want to fuck me?”
Ryan pulled Seth down next to him and reached for the blanket. “Okay. Stop talking. Or I’m going to have to shove something in your mouth to keep you quiet.”
“Shutting up.” Seth slid his fingers across his lips in a zipper motion. He snuggled closer to Ryan and closed his eyes. Sex. He’d had sex. Definite, no-way-to-dispute-it, sex. With actual condoms and everything.
“Wait. If I keep talking, then that means –” the rest of his sentence was cut off by a kiss.
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