any of these blowing up your skirt, pal?
I would like to thank Phil Collins for inspiring me to finish this fic. I wrote it on Thanksgiving and it's been sitting in my computer, wanting to be finished. It was mostly written on Thanksgiving, when the three of us all had stolen enough champagne from our dear sleeping parents, and we talked on the phone until like 4 am. So I talked and wrote at the same time, which is just amazing by all means because I can barely write if a person is in the room. ANYWAY. We started talking about random crap and the OC came up and bam, I just started writing. Which is why the format is so weird and I started using those devil things [ ] which are supposed to make the story more thought provking. So while deleting old crap off Wordpad, I saw this little munchkin and finished it. Then today, I fixed and arranged and rearranged and this is what came of it. I think this is the fic I was obsessing about that had so much "sex" in it. It does have sex and random flashbacks about nonesense but, hey, it's my story. You can tell it's written in 2 different time frames, because whoa. You can just tell (or at least I can)
I made most of them crazy and I contradict myself a lot, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't do that.
I think Ryan and Marissa should drink in bathrooms, and then Seth can join them with a nice bag of pot. That would be cool. I'm disappointed in myself that I had to post this fucker so late that Marissa is actually dead. How slow can I be?
Anyhoo, I would really LOVE some feeback because we all know I barely write anymore and knowing I had enough willpower to actually re read and poofread this, is a lot, and feedback would be just freaking adorable. Unless you hate it, but then again, I don't really care, because my poor OMGSO GREAT ego will die along with my hopes and dreams of having a porno of the two of them.
So this story....
includes: the c, n, f, b, o, words, ryan/marissa sexing, seth, some mentions of other people who i really don't care about, no spoilers, au, collegio, italics, nothing bold, i think.. summary is stupid and i can't put it in words, so i won't put it in. They aren't bathed, they have long fingernails, probably will probably end up getting AIDS from all that salivia they swap, but it's my perfect Ryan/Marissa. They piss in bushes, live in cars, scam people for $, dont bathe, have children (natural childbirth, I say) drop out of college, and raise their only kid to go to college unlike them and still have a lot of sex in strangers' pool, etc.
Spoilers: Up until 3.01, I would say. Pretend Trey went to jail though instead of Julie blahblhblah.
I'll just put a pretty high rating on this.
Trey had cancer or something. Or something. Or cancer. That's what he had told the leggy blonde next to him.
He's not exactly supposed supposed to be bitten up with jealousy over this kind of situation, but that's exactly what he was. Why did Trey get the final word in their relationship? Why couldn't he just die and then have it be over with. Never see him again, never have any contact with him. Why, why, why. Why couldn't you just die and I'd never have to see you again. Why, why, why.
He was 18. Freshman year of college...spring break. Is this what you're supposed to be doing on your spring break? Visiting your stupid, stupid, stupid, asshole of a brother in a Las Vegas Prison, holding your girlfriend's hand -- who he tried to rape once -- while he apologized now for all the shit in his life and how stupid he had been? Stupid, stupid, stupid.
He kinda remembers getting the call. Kinda doesn't. The girl holding his hand liked to have his way with him, licking lips and screaming his name. Leaving him deaf and breathless. She doesn't understand why he's here.
[unfinished business]
He's my brother.
Is there a more simple answer to that?
Blood aways comes first.
[second]
He remembers winter break as they come closer to the prison, getting the exact same feelings as he nears the prison.
[cold, uncertainty, feeling will eventually pass]
Seth is trying to drive back to the dorm, having only a little beer in his hand. Just a little. The break up with Summer two weeks ago leaves him a little dizzy and a little needy. Can't jerk off to Summer, sure has hell can jerk off to Death Cab with a beer in hand parked on the side of the highway, dreaming of Summer. Then the cops came.
Fucking cops, he thinks. Stupid, fucking cops who just had to call while Marissa went down on him. Stupid, fucking cell phone. Who uses it anymore, anyways? ...except for phone sex. Then there's a use for the cell phone. Not any other time.
She doesn't understand why Seth is crying when they get to the county jail and pick him up. It's inevitable, Seth and Summer will get back together just like Marissa will go down on him again. When everything's cooled down again, of course.
[of course]
"Intoxication," he giggles as he comes over to Ryan, displaying his plain white t-shirt, clearly stained. "And resisting officer arrest! Can you believe that?" He giggles uncontrollably and Ryan gives him a small smile. "Do you think Summer would be proud of me?" He asks while Ryan drapes an arm over his shoulders, holding him up. "I'm sure she--" he's cut off by Seth's constant babbling as he sees Marissa. "Marissa! Hey! You're Summer's best friend...do you think she'd be proud of me?"
Marissa bites her lip, looking over at Ryan for help. "I'm sure she would, Seth." She goes over to Seth's other side and holds him by his waist, trying to get out of here as soon as they can. "Yeahhhhhhh," he drawls out, "I think so too." Then he finishes with a loud giggle. "You will tell her, right?" He looks over Ryan, then at Marissa, doing this constantly until his head finally just rests on top of Marissa's shoulder.
"Seth--" Ryan struggles, trying to help the dangly boy up, "are you sure all you had was beer?" He finishes as more of a mumble then as an actual question directed towards Seth, but Seth answers anyway. "Yep!" He says loudly, "just ask that guy." He points to a big, black officer near the counter. "That's all he found. There was more though," he adds with a snorting laugh. He stares at Marissa before violently shoving her off of him, glaring at her in disgust. Marissa looks freaked out by sudden push and hugs herself tightly.
"Son, take your friend home. He's had enough for tonight," the officer orders Ryan, crossing his arms definatly.
"Yeah, son!" Seth shouts, "take me home! They can't have anymore intoxicated teens!" He looks over at Marissa, his eyes glazed, but knowing well enough not to say anything as she puts a hand over her mouth, trying to hide the tears that are coming in. "More rapists on the loose! More child molestors. Not intoxicated teenangers wasting their jail space!" He laughs then his eyes become dark as they travel over Marissa. "They made me sit next to a fucking rapist, Ryan." His voice is low now. Low but raspy and anyone within a 10 foot radius can hear him. "He tried to rape some 15 year old and they fucking made me sit next to him." His eyes pan over to Marissa, giving her shivering frame a once over.
"Seth..." Ryan says, cautiously. "Let's just go home...we can share jail stories later."
Seth laughs a little, as if remembering. "You've been in jail. I've been in jail." He pauses for a minute, looking over at where the jail cells are. "You know who else is in jail, Ryan? Trey." He ends with a little cackle.
"Ok, hey man, that's enough," Ryan tries to manage swiftly "it's been a hard night..." He looks over to Marissa, who's crying. Shedding silent sobs on her dark green cardigan, hiding her eyes inside the wooly material.
"You should've just fucking killed him," Seth says, inching closer to Marissa. Marissa sobs, backing away from him. "Seth, please, stop..." She doesn't think he can hear her over her loud tears, but he manages to beat Ryan to her. "Just...bam..." he makes a gun motion with his right hand and aims it over at a blank wall, then moving it over to a jail cell, "and then I wouldn't have to fucking piss myself, sitting nex to them. How f--"
"Seth, stop."
Ryan's quick words stop him from getting any closer to her and he turns to look towards the blonde boy. Seth turns soft and turns his head towards Marissa, his brown eyes glazed with tears of insanity. "Did I huwt my little Mawissa?" He pets her head, messing up her already tousled hair, wrapping his long arm around her waist and pulling her into a side hug as she cries on chest, beating softly on his chest. "Ryan...Ryan...Ryan..." she mutters softly.
"No, Marissa. I'm Seth."
Ryan comes over to help Marissa out of Seth's embrace, holding the both of them as best as he can, ready to explode himself. "Let's go, please," he manages to whisper loud enough in Seth's ear. "Yes," Seth agrees and Ryan sighs with a breath of relief. "Let me just go say hola to my friends." He tries to leave Ryan's grasp on his shirt but he's too weak. "Let me fucking go!" He yells. Half the attention of the police station is on Seth while the other is on another fight going down in the South end.
Ryan snaps. "You didn't make any friends, here! Let's go!"
"I made a friend! So what if he was a rapist...almost rapist" he corrects with a short chuckle, "they have feelings too, y'know! Just like Trey!"
The officer comes over and takes Seth into his arms, putting a bundle of Seth's shirt in Ryan's hand. "Take your brother home. Now."
"Officer Black!" Seth salutes to the black officer who's nametag no where near says 'Black' and manages to let go of Ryan's grasp yet again. "Till we meet again!" Then he tries to walk on his own two feet, meeting the floor with a loud thud.
Blood seeps through his shirt quickly. "Oh, Ryan," he groans as blood spills from his nose. "Ryan..." He cries, drenching his arm in his own blood as he tries to cry into something warm. Ryan stays back, letting the police officers take him to the emergency room, while he holds a sobbing Marissa in his arms who's crying his name into his neck. "Ryan...Ryan...Ryan..."
All he can hear is the word brother being repeated over and over by the paramedics, as if they're playing some game.
[brother by papers, not blood]
"Ryan..." Marissa says softly, tugging on his hand and Ryan winces from the pain of her nails. He looks down to see the polish chipped off in a nervous biting habit and her always perfectly-cut off nails, now not so pefectly cut and digging into his calloused palm. "What?" He says, shaking his head, ridding himself of coherent thoughts..
"Your tag." She reminds him; with a small hint of a smile as she clips his visitor's tag on his open collared shirt, over his wifebeater.
[some things never change]
"Oh...um, thanks." He scratches their names quickly on the lines, trying to have not one piece of evidence that they were here. They don't deserve to be here.
Spring break was supposed to be...fun.
[instead, filled with lies to each other]
She starts crying and he wishes he had come alone. No need to put her through this. Why, why, why. Have her feel your pain? Relive the past. "Marissa...please," he begs, turning to her. "I can't do this without you." His hand tightens around hers, now having the feeling of her dirty fingernails welcomed into his numb palm. His hand wraps around her neck and he gives her a kiss right there, biting her tongue just the least bit.
[not the most appropriate place to have a hard-on]
"Why now?" She asks, "Why?" Why, why, why. "I don't know, Mariss'...but please. Just let him get this off his chest, it doesn't matter if you don't care or--"
She tries to stop crying, holing herself in his neck. "For you." She says finally.
[who else?]
Ryan mashes his lips against her forehead. He's thankful for the bit of silence they have. Until the bell rang and prisoners are released.
The prisoners slowly discard themselves to the the corners and Marissa looks around, biting her lips anxiously. Trey isn't anywhere to be found. Some guy comes towards and she can't tell if it's Trey or not, her eyes are too glazed to tell. He leers at them, pausing to bite his lip as he stares her longer, licking his full lips. Ryan puts a hand over her shoulder, as awkward it looks, and the guy clucks his tongue disapprovingly.
Trey, stop!
"Just take me to the bathroom, please. Now." She orders Ryan and digs her nails into his wrist, asking for a bathroom. She goes into the first one she sees. The Men's bathroom.
Men look heartbroken as they came out of there, trying to look nice with their cheap suits, ready to face their fucked up family and friends. Marissa stops as soon she enters, throwing up the remains of her breakfast on the poorly tiled floor. There are a few headshakes as men try to step over the vomit, looking sorry for Ryan.
"Marissa...please," Ryan begs, looking up at the ceiling, kneading his temple with his knuckles while Marissa bawled next to her own vomit. "I can't Ryan...I just can't!" She screams, looking up at him, her face full of dripping tears. "You can't keep..." he slides down on the bathroom door, hitting his head repeatedly, "you can't...you--"
[you look beautiful]
He looks over at his girlfriend's vomit, which now seeps towards them instead of the drain, and spits at it. He stares at her, begging as much as he knew how. "For me? Please?"
She sighs, her tears spiraling down her cheeks and down her glistening chest. She crawls over to him, on all fours--
[seeing her breasts hang from her low top and the peaks of her rosy nipples made him grin a little]
...dangerously close to the vomit, and sits on his lap, kissing him. Doing everything she could to make the both of them forget. Forget Trey. His cancer. Or whatever. Forget Seth on probation/his license suspended for a year/with a brace on his nose for 2 months/six teeth missing (he looked like a first grader) and Summer with her new boyfriend (and hew new coke habit), still not having gone once back to Seth since the winter break incident/Julie getting remarried to some freak (no one says anything when they see a new bruise)/Kaitlin refusing to come home since her abortion (silly girl) and announcing her new found lesbianism/Sandy and Kirsten fighting over the divorce settlement (fucking hypocrites).
And now fucking Trey, coming back in to screw everything up.
[like it wasn't already]
He laughs bitterly. "This is not the time."
"It's always the time," she counters, sliding her hand down his abodemn, groaning against his mouth to edge him on.
She thinks of Trey as she kisses him, lashing at his tongue and grabbing him by the cheeks, her nails digging into his skull as he groans.
[great, another place to numb]
"I know what you're doing," he smiles against her lips, kissing her with full force as his hands travel up her legs and meet her bare ass.
She challenges him with another kiss and another stroke of his cock. "Nu-uh," she laughes, pulling back long enough to giggle then going in for the kiss again.
"Am I going too hard?" She asks after awhile, stopping her scraping nails against his cock, her nails stopping where his zipper finally begins. "I don't think I can," she whispers hoarsely after lowering herself on him slowly.
He holds back a moan, wrapping his hands around her head. "It's ok," he manages to choke out. "It's ok." He repeats, bumping their foreheads together softly.
They continue like this, ending with Marissa letting out a small moan, collasping back on the opposing wall. She smiles, satisfied and grabs at the underwear pooling at her feet, bringing it up a few awkward inches. "Mmm," she lolls her head back on the tiled wall, picking at the hem of her pleather miniskirt. She looks up at Ryan, who doesn't seem to agree with her the way he was tucking himself back in.
"What?" She stands up and brushed herself off, feeling the vomit that had sunk into the sides of the skirt. She pushes him back against a wall suddenly, careful enough to step away from her on going breakfast swimming on the floor. "What?" She asks again, unlooping his black belt and hands going for underneath his wifebeater. "We...we just...we didn't come here to do this, we came here to...to...why are you making it so difficult?"
She scoffs dramatically, but doesn't move her position. "I thought I was making it easier." Her hands go up further, scraping silently at his bare chest, possibly leaving a few scratches on the way.
"Well, you're not, ok? Everything is so hard now...we--" He throws his head back a little, "Stop..."
Marissa pauses rubbing her knee against his crotch and resumes on happily when he glares at her. "We're not hard anymore, Ryan. We're easy. Simple." She breathes in his ear, grabbing locks of his hair roughly. This is what they've become. Easy, sex fiends who latch lips and hips morning till midnight.
[like they have a problem with that.]
"Simple," she repeats, sticking her tongue out at the soft flesh near his Adam's apple.
"I want it to be hard," he groans, roughly grasping her wrists to get her to listen to him. "I want us to be hard. I don't want the same thing...fighting and then sex--"
"Tons!" Her eyes are like fireworks. Was she crazy? Probably. He smiles.
[it has to be the pot]
He remembers the first he caught her.
"Ryan!" Seth calls out happily, waving to him from his bed. Ryan grunts and he goes to his bed, noticing Marissa lying on it. "Hey..." He says a little more calmly. He drops his book at the foot of his bed and leans down to give her a more proper hello. "What are you doing here?" He kisses her earlobe before settling down next to her.
He looks over to Seth to see him shuffling about in his covers. "What're you doing, man?"
Seth lets out a few wheezy coughs and suspiciously catches Marissa's glance. "Nothing," she answers for him, looking up from where she's situated on Ryan's arm and kisses him.
[marissa+happy=good lay]
Ryan grins, kissing the top of her head lightly, waking her up. "Are you okay?" He asks, his hands resting on the waistband of her-- his -- sweapants, slowly unraveling the material that she has folded up to her hips. He notices Seth staring at them across from his own bed, and he waves when he finally catches Ryan's stare. Marissa groans and she throws her head back, water glistening her cheeks. She throws a lame laugh in attempt to cover up and Ryan notices for the first time, her shaking hands. He looks over to Seth, who's hands are slowly entwined together, also shaking.
He turns his head to the shaking girl in his arms and looks at her sternly. "What the fu--"
"Hey, Ryan, want some free pot?" Seth dangles a small zip lock bag, smiling. "I won't charge, but if it gets too crazy, I'll have to start. After all, Grandpa was only so rich--OW!" He yells as Ryan picks him from his bed ridden state of two weeks. "You fucking do this again, I'll break your nose this time."
"Ryan, don't..." Marissa steps up to him, backing him up from Seth's frozen frame. She unclutches Ryan's palm from the ball he's created of Seth's shirt. "You too?" He asks desperately. "Where'd you get it anyway? You two run with drug dealers now?"
"That fucking idiot, Johnny, some friend," Seth scoffs, clutching his casted nose.
[fucking kill johnny]
"I feel horrible," Marissa complains, clutching at her ribs. Ryan eyes her before picking her up and resting her on his bed. "I'll get you some water." He pauses. "Never do this again. Please," he pleads, "Promise me."
"I promise," she nods, stepping off his bed and walking towards the bathroom. "You're an idiot, you know that, right?" Ryan turns to Seth, who is moving his head about aimlessly. "Thanks Summer, but you can leave now." He retorts, waving towards the door. Ryan rolls his eyes annoyingly at the gangly boy. "And fucking kill Johnny next time you see him? He got me cheap dope and expects me to pay a 100, pssh." Seth scoffs and Ryan follows Marissa into the bathroom, slamming the door for effect.
He tries to ask her what's wrong, but she simply shakes her head and he knows it's the whole thing with her Mom. She sighs after he turns off the tub, trying to tell him how sorry she is. "I love you," he whispers at the top of her wet head, his hand going down her shoulder. She gives him a glossy smile and dips her head back as he gets on his knees, his hand going to her head. "And I'll hurt anyone who's hurt you."
There were times Ryan had taken a whiff, as well.
[marissa didn't know, of course]
Just bonding with the overly depressed Seth had gotten him somewhat melachonly and he couldn't help himself when his brother offered. Seth and his fucking antics. He remembers getting in a good punch right at Johnny's jaw before Marissa became hysterical and then he had stopped.
"Marissa...stop..." He throws out lamely, lifting her head from his inner thigh.
Marissa looks up at him, curious if he really wanted her to stop or not. By the size of the bulge in his boxers she took it as a no
But she decided to stop anyways. Why was she doing this? Why, why, why. Did sex fix anything?
[in their case, yes]
This was Ryan. Ryan. He was supposed to make everything better. She licked her lips a few times, draining the smell of warm sex from her mouth. "Ok." She says, zipping him up and buttoning his shirt. He grabs her hands quickly. "Marissa, don't be like this." If she was going to be angry, then she could continue.
[it felt good]
"I'll be fine." She presses her swollen lips quickly on his to let him know they're ok, and opens the bathroom door to drag them out. She holds onto the hem of shirt as they walk out and took place against an empty corner. They stand still for a few minutes, looking around for him. "What's he in for, anyway?" she asks quietly, looking over her shoulder at him.
"Didn't say."
[don't care]
"I didn't know you guys still talked." Her arm shields her eyes from the sunny sky and she tries to make casual conversation. Casual, yeah, right.
"We don't."
It was fair to be short and simple with her. She wouldn't get it. As fucked up as her family was, they at least kept in touch for the most part. He hadn't spoken to Trey in over a year.
[how'd he get my cell?]
She takes his arm and loops it through hers. "Maybe he doesn't see us." She walks further from the corner and farther out into the sunlight, shivering from the warmth, Ryan still attached to her arm. She moves up until she was a few feet closer than Ryan, before looking back to see how was doing. A few moments passed by and still, no Trey.
"I don't see him." She takes a few steps back to be next to Ryan's side. "I'll go ask a guard." He starts and walks a few steps before she grabshis hand and stuffs him back in the corner. "I'll go. Stay here." Her tone is demanding, but sweet, probably trying to make up for how she acted earlier in the bathroom. Suddenly, he isn't so transfixed on the fact that Trey would be in sight when she came back as he was on her legs, walking away. He could stare at the damn things for hours. Memorizing all sorts of things about her body.
[the bruise behind her leg that had been there since forever, the unknown scrape on her ankle]
His eyes continue travelling up and down the only flesh she was revealing that day - how surprising- her legs, and how forgetful he seems to become when staring at them.
He sees a few guys smirk at each other and then look back at her and he grins, leaning against the fence wall dreamily. Every girl a guy could want, pure perfection, was his. Everything about her was perfect. He loved being with her, he loved her little antidotes. They seemed to drift apart when they were bored with each other in high school. But high school was left behind
[thank god]
and they were now in the real world. No Mommy and Daddy to fix them up or tell them their therapist's appointment; it was just the two of them.
They could do whatever they wanted without locking any doors
[much to Seth's chagrin]
whenever they wanted, however they wanted, for as long as they wanted. Study naked? Done. Sleep naked? Defintely. Make loud noises? Of course.
His relationship with everyone seemed to hit the fan and the farther he grew from them, the closer he grew to her. They spent every fucking moment together. Showered together, ate together, slept togther. She had told him what her therapist had told her: 'time apart is good.' In response, he had fucked her on the ratty old couch Seth had found in a dump.
Seth had seemed to become a part of them as they grew increasingly closer. Summer had left the group, in a subtle way of course, but she had left. Too high were the risk of temptations of her to beat Seth to a pulp everytime he spoke. He knew Marissa kept talking to her, even after the fab 4 had gone two seperate ways. He had walked in on her and Summer talking when he came home from class once but was only interrupting a conversation about Summer's new boots.
He was sad, of course, that the four of them had departed, they had become good friends throughout the few short years, but when she stopped coming to their dorm room or had excuses for hanging out, they chose to ignore the inevtitable and just let her do what she wanted. Summer was done being a good friend to Marissa and was done being a Chrismakkuah saver.
[chrismakkuah wasn't the same as what it used to be]
Marissa smiles as she helps Ryan ease the watch onto his wrist. "I love it, babe," he whispers in her ear, quickly kissing her before Seth can start complaining. She nestles her head onto his shoulder and wraps an arm around her, his fingers playing with the necklace he had given her.
"Don't you two get each other the same thing every year?" Seth questions. He's situated on the bed, covers up to his waist, legs directly in front of him and his arms crossed over his chest. They chose not to answer, but instead looked uninterestingly at the TV. "Spice it up a little! Marissa, you get Ryan some..." he thkings for a few seconds and Ryan has turned his attention to him, interested for once. "You get Ryan some tango lessons." Marissa laughed. "And Ryan, it's called Victoria's Secret, get in there and buy your lady some lingerie. It'll spice up my Chrismakkuah and your sex life.
"Our sex life doesn't need spicing up, Seth, now shut up."
"Really? Because count me in, then." He lifts his left hand to show the both of them. "My hand's gettin' a little tired."
Ryan looks disguisted and throwsa pencil --the closest thing to his night stand-- and Marissa let out laughter with a combined repeating pattern of ''gross/ew''s.
"What do you think I do here all day?" He questions.
Before Ryan can throw something else at him, Marissa interrupts. "Seth! We don't need that kind of information."
He gapesopen mouthed at them. "You don't need that kind of information?" He let out a throaty laugh. "I don't need your information."
"Shut up, Seth," they respond in unison. They are now backed up against Ryan's headboard, a small blanket over both of them.
Seth continues to pretend he hears nothing. "But thanks for thinking of me while having sex," he smiles and startes to mimick, "'is he asleep? Say his name and see if he wakes up'". He sees Marissa's blush and Ryan hide his face in his palm and lifted his pointer fingers at them, winking. "Thanks guys." He clucked his tongue. "And no sex tonight, gotta get my beauty sleep for Summer tomorrow. Think of it as my other Chrismakkuah present." He looked over at his night stand where lay his two presents, a new comic book, freshly wrapped, and some rare DVD Ryan had managed to swipe before they left Newport.
Marissa sighs, the embarassement now over, and kicks off her slippers and draping her legs over Ryan's knees. Seth's cell phone starts buzzing and he picks it up excitedly. Marissa takes this time as good as any to bend forward and kiss Ryan. "I'm glad we're here," she whispers softly, looking over at Seth, who now curled into a ball. Ryan smiles down at her, surprised. Sure, her partying ways had been left behind with high school, but staying in with Seth and a bunch of his crappy rentals was a good Chrissmakkuah to her? "Yeah?" He feelsthe vibrations in his chest as she nods and pullsher closer to him. "Thanks, babe."
He twists her face gently, trying to kiss her as much as he could before Seth came out under the covers. He tries to get lost in the feel of her lips and wandering hand but opening his eyes, he sees the curly haired boy look at them, his face dazed a little.
Their lips slowly ease out of each other's and they both turn their attention to him. They know what was going on: Summer wasn't coming tomorrow, and didn't have any intentions on coming for awhile.
Marissa smiles sadly at him, pushing herself off her elbows and going the few short feet between their beds, and hugging Seth.
[sure, she had no boner to worry about]
"Sorry, man," Ryan says from the bed, waiting for his excitement to die down from earlier.
Marissa rubs Seth's back sympathetically when Ryan's finally ready enough to go over to them. He takes a seat next to Marissa, lifting her outstretched legs and placing them in his lap. He sighs worriedly. Hopefully Seth wouldn't go out and get in trouble again, having to deal with Sandy and Kirsten
[who were on a cruise trying to save the marraige]
again. That was something he'd rather not do again.
Seth manages a smile and whispers a "thanks".
"Yeah, well, what else are the holidays for?"
Ryan sighs as he returns Marissa's sudden kiss. He knows he's silently agreeing to the loss of great holiday sex and massages her knees as she pressed them into his God-like palms.
His thoughts of a Chrismakkuah well spent are interrupted with Marissa and one of the guards heading towards him. Marissa's giving an awkward smile that seems to never end and he's curious as he smiles back, pushing himself off the fence. "Hey, what's going on?" He asks, looking between the guard and his girlfriend, grabbing her hand on instinct.
"Ryan..." Marissa starts, not smiling anymore as he turns to look at her, her hands now gripping his shoulders. "What's--"
"Son, I'm sorry," the guard interjects, "but your brother has been dead for about a week."
"Ryan, baby, I am so sorry," Marissa whispers in his ear, on her tip toes, hugging him sideways. He can't see anything for the next minute, and he's glad, because Marissa's long fingernails are trying to dry any tears that might lash out at any second. When she finally releases him, he notices the guard gone and obeys Marissa's wishes to put his head on her chest. He feels the unsteady, rapid breathing of her heart and whips his head from her embrace. "Are you ok?" he asks suddenly.
She can't help but break into a tearful smile, nodding. He wipes the flow of fresh tears from her eyes and hugs her, his face in her sunny blonde hair.
"You know what I need right now?" he asks suddenly, pushing her back into the corner they were occupying before she left, kissing and licking her running tears. He continues before she can guess. "You." She smiles in response, and before either both of them know, their hips are rocking against each other. She wants him to stop, but she's never been the type to speak out - especially against him. So when the tongue that had licked away her tears is forced in her mouth, she gasps loudly and enjoys the deliciousness of the clashing tastes.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a guard coming towards them, so she pushes Ryan off her. He sees the guard and gives her a cheesy smile.
[high school memories]
They literally run out, one of the guards screaming for their vistor passes, but they run all the way out to the car, laughing obnoxiously. Marissa smiles at him, threading her hands in his hair, kissing random spots of his face. "Let's go home," she tries, grabbing his hand.
"No, not home." He looks at her quizzical expression. "Let's just go somewhere. Anywhere, please." He begs for the millionth time that day, giving her a slow kiss for encouragement. "Let's go." She smiles at him, rushing in the Range Rover.
They each throw their visitor passes out the window, grabbing at each other before they can leave the parking lot.
He wants to forget. Just forget that his brother had called a week ago, and then had died and no one had bothered to contact him. And in the future, if he knew anyone in jail, he'd tell them to go fuck themselves and he'd be too busy getting busy to actually care. Marissa's over the edge already and he smiles triumphantly as he pulls his fingers out of her, amazed at the girl lying beneath him could make him feel so good by doing nothing.
She releases him quickly and he sighs contendly. He doesn't care that he'll probably get her knocked up before college even ends if they keep going at this rate. He wouldn't mind, having a kid to raise and teach him not to go to jail and have sex in the back seat because it almost always ends up badly. So he lays on top of her, nestling his head on her splayed breasts, breathing heavily. He feels his eyes burn and lets a few tears slide past his eyelashes, and he knows they're most likely ending up on her soft skin, reaching her neck by now...
She asks him if she wants to go, but he shakes his head, kissing down her stomach. He wraps his arms around her waist and he doesn't let go. He thinks Marissa's probably asleep now, but still has her hands around the back of his neck protectively and he sighs one last time before drifting to sleep. He thinks he could die happy if his time was up in a week.
DONE.
oh finally. I never want to read this piece of shit again and probably won't for a few years so if I made mistakes, my deepest apologiziesasiesz. Licking tears doesn't taste all that awesome, trust me, but they cry and they make everything awesome. See the kids part in there? I added it in at the last minute, darn my obsessive happy dreams