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Title: Tequila Twilight
Rating: PG-13 probably not even that.
Fandom: The O.C.
Pairing: Ryan/Seth
Challenge: 4 yellow things..etc
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, sadly.
Warnings: None
Summary: It's a cliché drunk fic, hooray and huzzah!
Tequila twilight
“It looks kinda… yellow.”
Ryan’s stomach churned a little as Seth poured the contents of the blender into two glasses.
“Oh yeah of little faith! You will soon discover that I, Seth Cohen, am the undisputed king of cocktails. I mean forget your Tom Cruise, he’s just a pretender. And this, mi amigo, will cement my reputation.”
Ryan eyed the glass cautiously; tempted to give the whole thing a miss, but Seth’s earnest and congenial face compelled him to take a sip. It took all the self control he had not to spit his first mouthful all over the breakfast bar, it was certainly stronger than he’d imagined. Seth, confident in his own creation, took a mighty gulp.
“Well, that’s… mainly awful.” Seth let out with a chuckle.
“Just how much tequila did you put in there man?” Ryan asked, forcing himself to take another sip. Amazingly the second time it wasn’t half so gruesome tasting.
“Oh, you know… the whole bottle plus my other completely top secret ingredients. I’ll give you a clue; they were lemon juice and bananas. If you don’t think about it, it almost works.”
“Yeah. almost.” Ryan was less than convinced.
“Well, seen as we have a decedent drink at our disposal now, thanks to yours truly, we might as well do something say vaguely decedent. How about we drink this in the hot tub? I mean seen as this is the most exclusive party in the whole of Newport. Who knew our friends had aspects of their lives which didn’t concern us? And on a Saturday night as well, when the ‘rentals are away the entire weekend. It might seem like it sucks, which it does, but I’m sure we can turn this around.”
Seth seemed quite perturbed about his abortive attempts to have his house wrecked by drunken teenagers. Ryan wasn’t so fussed. So Anna, Summer, Marissa and Luke were busy, it meant he got Seth to himself and a whole lot less cleaning up the morning after. I mean, who needed to wake up, hung over, only to have to fish anonymous stilettos out of the pool and cover up cigarette burns on the expensive rugs before the Cohens got back?
“Yeah, tub sounds, cool.”
Seth went into his bedroom to change into his trunks, drink in hand. Once he was out of sight Ryan threw the remainder of his drink down the sink before heading off to change in the pool house.
Seth was already relaxing in the bubbles when Ryan finished changing. He’d set up his stereo to play his latest favourite punk band at a low volume and from what Ryan could see over the shining yellow glare of the floodlights he’d been making light work of the cocktail too. The large jug was only half full.
“Hey man, I thought you’d bailed on me too you took so long, poor little Sethy, all alone again.” He gave a mock sniffle which tugged bizarrely at Ryan’s heart strings.
He slipped into the hot tub opposite his friend, staring out over the pool where a swarm of midges had converged. A few moths clung helplessly to the outdoor lights and he could hear crickets chirping in the far away darkness. Here he was, safe in the lap of luxury and Ryan thought perhaps that life didn’t get any better than this.
“Want a drink man?” Seth asked, needlessly, because there was no way Ryan could refuse something he had made to his face, no matter how vile and potentially intoxicating.
“Sure” Ryan shrugged and he reached to take the glass Seth had poured out for him. Their fingers brushed together and suddenly Ryan was all too aware of Seth’s proximity to him, his particular smell, a cocktail itself of oranges and shampoo. He was also all too aware of his near nakedness. Seth seemed to have noticed too. He wouldn’t take his eyes off Ryan, those eyes with their wide pupils explaining his loss of inhibitions. He leaned in closer, expectant, as all rich kids are and Ryan simply couldn’t deny him.
He put the glass down on the side of the tub and moved his hand to Seth’s face, touching him ever so softly; terrified that he might overstep a boundary at any time. Seth seemed only to sigh contentedly.
“Ry’…” he started, and Ryan knew it was now or never. If Seth started to talk, he might never stop so profound did this moment seem, and if he did talk he’d snatch the moment away and things would never ever be exactly this way again. He kissed Seth’s perfect pouting mouth tentatively, ashamed by the fact his hands were shaking and he didn’t dare open his eyes he was so nervous. He was more apprehensive about this than when he first kissed Shelly Grant back in 6th Grade. Fortunately, Seth’s response was about a thousand times more promising than hers had been. He groaned a little and pressed his mouth back against Ryan’s.
Ryan felt Seth’s warm wet hand around the back of his neck at nearly the same time he felt his warm wet tongue enter his mouth. As long as he let Seth set the pace he figured that he couldn’t go wrong so he responded in kind, deepening the kiss, committing himself to some frightening new way of knowing Seth. His eyes were still closed and even the cacophony of crickets and punk rock and hot tub bubbles faded into the background. He thought, incredible as it was, that life had just gotten that little bit better.
Rating: PG-13 probably not even that.
Fandom: The O.C.
Pairing: Ryan/Seth
Challenge: 4 yellow things..etc
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, sadly.
Warnings: None
Summary: It's a cliché drunk fic, hooray and huzzah!
Tequila twilight
“It looks kinda… yellow.”
Ryan’s stomach churned a little as Seth poured the contents of the blender into two glasses.
“Oh yeah of little faith! You will soon discover that I, Seth Cohen, am the undisputed king of cocktails. I mean forget your Tom Cruise, he’s just a pretender. And this, mi amigo, will cement my reputation.”
Ryan eyed the glass cautiously; tempted to give the whole thing a miss, but Seth’s earnest and congenial face compelled him to take a sip. It took all the self control he had not to spit his first mouthful all over the breakfast bar, it was certainly stronger than he’d imagined. Seth, confident in his own creation, took a mighty gulp.
“Well, that’s… mainly awful.” Seth let out with a chuckle.
“Just how much tequila did you put in there man?” Ryan asked, forcing himself to take another sip. Amazingly the second time it wasn’t half so gruesome tasting.
“Oh, you know… the whole bottle plus my other completely top secret ingredients. I’ll give you a clue; they were lemon juice and bananas. If you don’t think about it, it almost works.”
“Yeah. almost.” Ryan was less than convinced.
“Well, seen as we have a decedent drink at our disposal now, thanks to yours truly, we might as well do something say vaguely decedent. How about we drink this in the hot tub? I mean seen as this is the most exclusive party in the whole of Newport. Who knew our friends had aspects of their lives which didn’t concern us? And on a Saturday night as well, when the ‘rentals are away the entire weekend. It might seem like it sucks, which it does, but I’m sure we can turn this around.”
Seth seemed quite perturbed about his abortive attempts to have his house wrecked by drunken teenagers. Ryan wasn’t so fussed. So Anna, Summer, Marissa and Luke were busy, it meant he got Seth to himself and a whole lot less cleaning up the morning after. I mean, who needed to wake up, hung over, only to have to fish anonymous stilettos out of the pool and cover up cigarette burns on the expensive rugs before the Cohens got back?
“Yeah, tub sounds, cool.”
Seth went into his bedroom to change into his trunks, drink in hand. Once he was out of sight Ryan threw the remainder of his drink down the sink before heading off to change in the pool house.
Seth was already relaxing in the bubbles when Ryan finished changing. He’d set up his stereo to play his latest favourite punk band at a low volume and from what Ryan could see over the shining yellow glare of the floodlights he’d been making light work of the cocktail too. The large jug was only half full.
“Hey man, I thought you’d bailed on me too you took so long, poor little Sethy, all alone again.” He gave a mock sniffle which tugged bizarrely at Ryan’s heart strings.
He slipped into the hot tub opposite his friend, staring out over the pool where a swarm of midges had converged. A few moths clung helplessly to the outdoor lights and he could hear crickets chirping in the far away darkness. Here he was, safe in the lap of luxury and Ryan thought perhaps that life didn’t get any better than this.
“Want a drink man?” Seth asked, needlessly, because there was no way Ryan could refuse something he had made to his face, no matter how vile and potentially intoxicating.
“Sure” Ryan shrugged and he reached to take the glass Seth had poured out for him. Their fingers brushed together and suddenly Ryan was all too aware of Seth’s proximity to him, his particular smell, a cocktail itself of oranges and shampoo. He was also all too aware of his near nakedness. Seth seemed to have noticed too. He wouldn’t take his eyes off Ryan, those eyes with their wide pupils explaining his loss of inhibitions. He leaned in closer, expectant, as all rich kids are and Ryan simply couldn’t deny him.
He put the glass down on the side of the tub and moved his hand to Seth’s face, touching him ever so softly; terrified that he might overstep a boundary at any time. Seth seemed only to sigh contentedly.
“Ry’…” he started, and Ryan knew it was now or never. If Seth started to talk, he might never stop so profound did this moment seem, and if he did talk he’d snatch the moment away and things would never ever be exactly this way again. He kissed Seth’s perfect pouting mouth tentatively, ashamed by the fact his hands were shaking and he didn’t dare open his eyes he was so nervous. He was more apprehensive about this than when he first kissed Shelly Grant back in 6th Grade. Fortunately, Seth’s response was about a thousand times more promising than hers had been. He groaned a little and pressed his mouth back against Ryan’s.
Ryan felt Seth’s warm wet hand around the back of his neck at nearly the same time he felt his warm wet tongue enter his mouth. As long as he let Seth set the pace he figured that he couldn’t go wrong so he responded in kind, deepening the kiss, committing himself to some frightening new way of knowing Seth. His eyes were still closed and even the cacophony of crickets and punk rock and hot tub bubbles faded into the background. He thought, incredible as it was, that life had just gotten that little bit better.