fic: Shades of Orange (Ryan/Taylor)
So, I'm super rusty at this, and it is decidedly not my best work, but this idea had been in my head a while now and I just needed to get it out and finished and I didn't really edit it so - *deep breath* - here it is.
It's total Townwood fuffy, smutty goodness, with a dash of Seth and a pinch of Summer, and it takes place right after the Cohens moved into the Roberts-Cooper-Townsend manse.
Enjoy.
“Unpacking?”
Ryan glanced up to see Taylor idling in the doorway of the guest room that was to serve as his temporary pool house. “Yeah. I’m almost done though,” he answered, continuing to rifle through the olive duffle on the bed in front of him.
Taylor’s brows furrowed into a confused v as she made her way over to his side. “Is that all you brought with you?”
“I travel light.”
“You were able to fit all of your most prized possessions into one duffel bag? Is that army issued?”
Ryan lazily tossed a pile of shirts down beside the bag. “Look, I’m probably only going to be here a couple of weeks. A month at the most. I’m not gonna need all of my stuff.”
Taylor nodded thoughtfully, then wrinkled her nose as she took in the surrounding décor. “Did Julie have to put you in this room?”
“Why?” Ryan asked, distracted as he continued unpacking. “What’s wrong it with?”
“Have you not noticed the hideous color of orange that these four walls are?”
Ryan looked up and took in what Taylor was gesturing accusingly at, his face blank. “So?”
Taylor gaped as Ryan returned to his task. “So? So you don’t mind living in a room that’s the color of Tang?”
“Not really.”
Taylor huffed out an annoyed sigh. "Why couldn't Seth have taken this room?"
"Because it would have taken him seven seconds longer to get to Summer's room from here than from the one down the hall."
"You're kidding."
"No, he actually timed it."
Taylor pouted for a minute before a look of sheer determination settled across her face. “Well then we’ll just have to do something about it.”
“It’s really not that big a deal.”
“Well I read somewhere that the color of your walls can influence the color of your aura, and you do not want to have an orange aura - believe me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“A preemptive strike.”
Ryan raised his brows quizzically.
Taylor gave him a quick peck on the lips before marching out of the room. “You’ll see.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“So Summer wasn’t even aware that she had an orange guest room in her house.” Taylor threw herself down beside Ryan on the couch with a huff.
Ryan spared a quick glance away from his video game with Seth. “She seriously didn’t know what a room in her house looked like?”
“No. I had to draw her a map so she’d know which one I was talking about.”
"Yeah, Summer tends to be kind of oblivious when it comes to things like interior design, romantic holidays, anniversaries, if I styled my hair differently, whatever - basically anything that doesn’t have to do with sea otters, Pancakes and/or The Valley,” Seth chimed in, his concentration never breaking from his virtual battle.
"She said her stepmom must have decided to paint it while she was having one of her 10am cocktails."
Ryan snorted. "The stepmonster started drinking at 10 in the morning? No wonder the room looks like the color of a cheet-oh.”
"Yeah, I don't think that's the kind of cocktail Summer meant."
"Gotcha."
"Anyway, I passed the idea of painting the room by her - since it’s still sort of her house - and she didn’t seem to have a problem with it.”
“Taylor. I told you I probably won’t be staying here that long,” Ryan sighed.
“I know,” Taylor sighed, then instantly perked up. “But hey! Let’s just think of it as project we could do together as a couple! It would be like practice for when we move into our own apartment and have to redecorate.”
Ryan’s eyes widened momentarily as he heard Seth giggling under his breath beside him.
Taylor rolled her eyes to the ceiling as she took in how rigid her boyfriend’s shoulders had suddenly become. “Don’t worry Ryan. I wasn’t going to be spring us moving in together on you for at least another semester. Now, we need to decide what color we’re going to paint your room. I was thinking blue. A really masculine blue. The deep, rich kind of blue that makes you want to put up really heavy drapes that you can pull shut in the middle of the afternoon and have sensual, sexy, naughty fun times."
“This plan is sounding better and better,” Ryan smirked, his voice husky.
Seth visibly cringed. “Ok, can you guys like, not talk about you guys having sex while I’m sitting right here?”
“Seth, who helped guide you down the path of sexual liberation and tantric exploration when you and Summer were in a rut?”
“Yes, you were the Yoda to my Luke for one extremely uncomfortable evening. That just makes me want to hear even less about what whatever kinky shit you and Ryan get up to,” his last remark earning him a sharp jab to his shoulder, courtesy of Ryan.
“Blue sounds good,” Ryan relented. “When do we start?”
“ASAP. Your aura will be safe in my hands.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Taylor, are you sure we need all this stuff?” Ryan called out as he helplessly surveyed the stack of paint cans and bags brimming with brushes and various other supplies. “I mean, do we really need four rolls of blue tape?”
“You wouldn’t believe how quickly you go through one of those babies when you’re taping of the edges of every wall, window and border,” she explained, tying her hair up as she rounded the corner.
Ryan eyed her outfit curiously. “What are you wearing?”
Taylor glanced down at the white suit she wore zipped up to the neck. "Oh, I picked up these painters' coveralls at the hardware store when I was buying supplies.” She rummaged through one of the bags and pulled out a pair of coveralls identical to hers and tossed it to Ryan. “Here’s yours. And,” Taylor dug around in the bag some more and arose triumphant, “the clerk was sweet enough to throw in the hats for free! Aren’t they just too cute?"
“Yeah, I’m not wearing that,” Ryan stated simply, tying the sleeves of the coveralls around his waste.
“Why not?” Taylor pouted. “Do you want to get paint in your hair?”
“Taylor, have you ever seen me wear a hat?”
“Well, no,” she grudgingly admitted. “Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear anything that could be classified as an ‘accessory’ - aside from your watch. Although Seth did say you used to have a choker and a wrist cuff to go with those wifebeaters you used to favor. I have to say, I think I’d be most excited if those were to make a comeback.”
Ryan smirked at the sly smile he caught her shooting his way.
The two spent the next few minutes getting the room ready - laying old sheets down on the floor and over the furniture, taping off the walls and pouring the primer into a pair of trays.
Ryan dipped his roller into the paint. "So you're sure Julie's cool with us painting the room?"
Taylor waved her hand dismissively. "Oh yeah. I told her all about how living in a room with orange walls could be hazardous to your aura, and she gave us the 'okay' before I could even finish listing off my top five reasons for wanting to give this room a facelift."
"So you had more reasons other than the aura thing."
"Well I had already bought the paint - I just couldn’t help myself after imagining how your eyes would just POP against a blue background. And I’ll probably be spending a lot of time in here, thus a lot of time looking at your walls - “
"Yeah, see when we're in here, I don't think you'll be paying much attention to what color the walls are."
“And orange makes me think of my mom which makes me think of an incident involving her favorite white sweater and a can of Crush soda - which I still cannot drink to this day - and I know we’re working things out now but it’s still not something I like to remember and -“
“Taylor!” Ryan placed a hand on her cheek, drawing her wide eyes to his face. “It’s ok. We’ll paint the wall and you’ll never have to think about Crush soda or your mom’s white sweater, okay?”
Taylor smiled as she finally let out a breath. “Okay. And I mean really, that whole incident was partly her fault anyway. She knows not to wear white after Labor Day.”
Ryan nodded, masking his confusion, and turned the volume up on the Journey cd he had slipped into the stereo.
The afternoon had passed quickly. Ryan and Taylor had managed to get the coat of primer on three of the walls and were in the process of beginning the fourth when a quick rapping on the doorjamb caught their attention.
"Aw, you guys match!"
“Seth, don’t be an ass,” Summer scolded, her eyes taking in the newly primed room. “Wow, you guys got a lot done.”
Taylor blew her bangs out of her eyes with an huff. “We still need to do the two coats of paint though,” she pointed out.
Ryan cast his gaze around the room speculatively. “I’d give it another couple of days. But I think it’s gonna come out alright.”
“Hey, so you guys’ve been working so hard we thought you might need a break, so we were gonna order some pizza. You want in?” Seth offered.
“Yeah, that sounds great man.”
“Thanks Seth. I’m famished!” Taylor exclaimed. “Why don’t you go and order and we’ll be down in a few minutes after we finish picking up here.”
He nodded with a grin, backing out of the doorway. “Okay, so we’ll see you down there.”
Summer waved and led Seth down the hall.
As soon as Seth’s giggling about how they matched began to fade, Taylor swiftly made her way over to the door, shut it and threw the lock.
Ryan looked up from his crouched position on the floor when he heard the click of the lock decidedly latching.
“You know Ryan,” Taylor cooed, “Seth’s right. We do need to take a break.”
“I thought that’s what the pizza was for.”
“Would you prefer the pizza?” Taylor asked, pulling her glossy hair free from it’s elastic as she sauntered over to the stereo. With a short flick of Taylor’s wrist, the music’s volume increased and Ryan slowly stood as she made her way over to him, his eyes trained on the seductive smile shaped on her full lips. He was well aware that the louder the music, the louder Taylor was free to be in expressing her - enjoyment - of their activities, and his pulse quickened with each step she took in his direction.
“Or would you prefer a taste of Sexy, Fun Time?” Taylor stopped, leaving a good yard of distance between them and delicately began to finger the zipper at her neck.
Ryan’s throat seemed to close as he watched Taylor begin to lower the zip at an agonizingly slow pace. Inch by inch her bronzed skin was revealed, shiny with the thinnest sheen of sweat from their hard work.
The zipper had reached the apex of Taylor’s chest, and Ryan held his breath as she stalled her movements for the briefest of moments. As it continued it’s downward journey, Ryan was surprised to see that more and more of Taylor’s naked skin was being revealed to him. The whir of the zipper finally stopped when it had reached just below her navel, and Ryan’s eyes were trained on the subtle indentation trailing down her stomach.
He blinked and attempted to swallow - his mouth had suddenly gone extremely dry. "You're not wearing anything under your coveralls."
Taylor shook her head - a coy smile quirked at the corner of her lips - as she slowly began to part the fabric, giving Ryan a teasing glimpse of the bare swell of her breasts. “I thought it might get too hot - wearing clothes underneath these. See? I was right,” she pointed out, sliding the tip of her finger across the slickness of her chest.
“Good call,” Ryan choked out, his eyes following the path her finger led across her collarbone and down between her breasts.
He couldn’t help as his breathing became slightly more labored as she moved to close the last few feet between them. Taylor concentrated on the rippling of his shirt stretched taught across his chest, because she knew that if she looked at his face, into eyes that - she could guess - were many shades darker, it would be her undoing. And she wanted to stretch this out for as long as she could. Unfortunately, she overestimated Ryan’s willpower as his large hands roughly grasped at her waist and tugged her body against his, effectively closing any breath of space that had remained.
Taylor sucked in a surprised gasp as she came eye level with his lips, and she reflexively licked her own. A moan, deep from his chest, tore out past Ryan’s lips as he fought to maintain the control that was fast leaving him. His hands nearly trembled as they slid up her sides, and he leaned in, breathing in the heady scent of her neck, his lips leaving a burning trail from her pulse point, under her jaw and towards her full, inviting mouth.
Ryan grazed her lips, brushing his nose against hers - his fingers playing with the collar at her neck.. “I have to admit,” he smiled salaciously, “this is one of my top reasons for dating you.”
“I figured,” Taylor grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
He pulled the edges of her coveralls further apart, slipping the material down over her shoulders, revealing her perfectly pert breasts as the fabric slipped away. Taylor could hear her own breathing, heavy in her ears as Ryan’s fingertips tickled down the length of her arms, now bare, and she finally allowed herself a glance at his eyes - now near obsidian with want and need.
His voice was husky has his hands left a path of goose bumps down along the curve of her spine. “This is going to be fast.”
“Why do you think I went for easy access?” Taylor reached up and pulled him in for a deep kiss, her tongue playfully flicking at his.
Ryan’s hands buried themselves in the thickness of her hair as his lips hungrily took what she was offering, his tongue gliding smoothly against hers. Their lips crashed together again and again and before Taylor was even aware that they were moving, Ryan had slammed her up against the one unpainted wall.
When they broke apart for a much needed breath, Taylor took advantage of the moment and quickly stripped him of his shirt, her dainty fingers exploring the planes of his abdomen and lower to where the sleeves of his coveralls were tied. Ryan suddenly and expertly ravaging her neck almost distracted her, but as he pushed himself closer against her, his need obvious, her mind cleared just enough to help her swiftly undo the sleeves, reach in and unsnap the button of his jeans beneath.
Ryan’s tongue was pulled away from the inside of her breast as he felt her tiny hand reaching into his coveralls and sliding down the zipper of his pants, her hand tracing the outline of him as she went. “Taylor,” he growled.
“You said fast,” she panted. “I want fast.”
“Not a problem.” And he pushed the rest of her coveralls down over her hips where they pooled at the floor, leaving her body bare for his lust-hazed eyes to take in. He let his gaze wander over her for only a minute before his lips were attacking hers again as he wrapped a strong arm around her waist and the other below her ass, hoisting her between his rock hard body and the wall. He swept his fingers over her clit and almost came right there from how wet she was. "Jesus..."
Taylor’s lips opened in a silent gasp and her nimble fingers pulled out his cock, stroking him, aware that he was more than ready for her. She hugged an arm around his neck, her lips teasing his as she positioned him at her opening. She could feel the proof of her want pooling between her folds, the scent of him driving her crazy with need, and she nipped at Ryan’s full lower lip to tell him she was ready.
Ryan braced them against the wall as he pushed into her, his jaw clenched, Taylor’s head falling against his shoulder, as they each let out a satisfied moan at the connection. Taylor took only a second to adjust her body to his, squeezing her thighs even more tightly around his waist, before she felt the indelible urge to rock her hips even more closer into his. “Move dammit,” she whispered, rolling herself down onto him to reinforce her point. Ryan didn’t need to be told twice. A hand grasped at the underside of her thigh as he slammed himself into her, the intense sensations that her wetness and the heat provided clouding his brain. Neither bothered to censure themselves, each allowing their pleasure to be heard as Ryan kept his pace fast and rough, moving in and out of her body at a desperate pace.
Taylor had long since felt the burn of pleasure curling deep in her belly, and it coiled tighter and tighter as Ryan slid within her, his tongue and lips sucking on the underside of her jaw, his rough hands kneading her thighs and ass. The friction of the denim of his jeans against her clit stimulated her past all coherence and she could feel her inner walls beginning to clench around his hardness.
Ryan’s mind, foggy, feeling Taylor licking at his lobe, knew that he would not be able to hold on for much longer. "God," he sighed, rotating his hips just the tiniest bit as he ground into her. Her core tightened more and more around him with each thrust and it became a became a battle to keep a even a few of his senses about him. However, her whispered “Almost there - so close,” drove him off the edge and his body took over, driving within her at an even faster pace, desperate for the release that was painfully building. “Come on Taylor,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. “Cum. Cum.”
He heard her gasp and cry out. “Fuck,” she breathed into his ear, lights sparking behind her screwed shut eyes, her walls spasming around him as Ryan continued to move, getting closer and closer to his own release. That one breathy word sent Ryan tumbling right after Taylor, and his body stilled then jerked violently with the strength of his orgasm.
The two stayed as they were, both attempting to catch their breaths as their bodies trembled with the aftershocks.
After a few minutes, Ryan reluctantly pulled out, and they both sank legless to the floor. "I think I'm gonna like Naughty Fun Time."
A breathless giggle escaped passed Taylor’s lips, her heart still beating feverishly against her breast. “That’ll teach you to question my ideas.” They giggled as they each ran their fingers reverently over the others’ bodies, occasionally nibbling at each others’ lips.
It was only a moment later when a musical series of knocks sounded from the other side of the door. “Hey, are you guys finished yet? The pizza’s gonna be here soon and Summer is seriously kicking my ass at Grand Theft Auto. Now that she’s gotten control over her rage blackouts, she’s taking out all her frustrations on those poor simulated street walkers.”
Ryan growled at the interruption. “We’ll be down in a couple of minutes Seth!” he answered, his voice gravelly and noticeably hoarse.
It was quiet for a few seconds, and both Taylor and Ryan had thought he had gone - then they watched as the doorknob shook, treasonously informing Seth that it was indeed locked. “Hm. So are you guys gonna like, do it again before you decide to come down?”
“Seth!”
“What, man? Just give me fair warning for next time so I can turn up the volume and really appreciate the games’ Miami Vice-like soundtrack. Even your wondrous Journey cannot drown out the sounds of sweet pleasured love.”
Ryan growled again and rolled his eyes. “Leave before I come out there and kick your ass.”
“Kinda hard to do that if you’re naked.”
“For you maybe. Wanna try me?”
There was a long pause before they heard Seth awkwardly clear his throat. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna pass on that. I got freaked out enough when I caught you taking off your shirt - I don’t need to see the whole shebang. But I'm sure Taylor could vouch for it.”
"It is pretty nice."
Ryan snorted and glared at the door.
Taylor giggled, giving him a pacifying kiss on the cheek as Ryan ran a frustrated hand over his face. “Just give us a minutes Seth! I need to have my way with Ryan one more time before we come down. All this work really built up an appetite.” Ryan gave her hip an half-hearted smack, but Taylor smirked when she heard a weak groan from the hall.
“Nice job with the double meaning of that phrase Taylor, but I really didn’t need to know that. So… yeah. I’m just… I’m just gonna go. Just uh, come eat when you feel like it.”
Ryan let out a heavy sigh, drawing her in even closer to his body. “This is what you get to live with now. If Summer doesn’t kill him by the end of the week, she’s developed more control over those blackouts than I thought she could.”
“Hey, at least he didn’t show up during Sexy Fun Time. Then I would have given you full permission to kick his ass - after we had finished, obviously.”
“Obviously.” Ryan lifted his brow suggestively. “So, about your needing to have your way with me….”
“Oh I just said that to get rid of Seth.”
“It wasn’t a bad idea though,” he winked. “But we’d have to be quick. You heard what Seth said. He probably won’t be able to keep Summer from beating the crap out of those prostitutes for their trick money for long. If the pizza doesn’t get here soon to distract her, he’ll come back looking for reinforcements.”
Taylor mockingly rolled her eyes. “And people think I’m the sex-crazed one in this relationship.”
Ryan smirked. “I’m good at hiding things. Like when I was having trouble sleeping, Seth was the only one who knew - and that’s just because he caught me watching Bollywood in the middle of the night. And you, of course. The night you brought me that tea I totally crashed.”
"Well, if you ever have trouble with insomnia again and you don't feel like drinking tea, it only takes 18 seconds to get from your room to mine."
Ryan raised an inquisitive brow.
Taylor shrugged as she snuggled into his side. "I borrowed Seth's stopwatch and timed it."
It's total Townwood fuffy, smutty goodness, with a dash of Seth and a pinch of Summer, and it takes place right after the Cohens moved into the Roberts-Cooper-Townsend manse.
Enjoy.
“Unpacking?”
Ryan glanced up to see Taylor idling in the doorway of the guest room that was to serve as his temporary pool house. “Yeah. I’m almost done though,” he answered, continuing to rifle through the olive duffle on the bed in front of him.
Taylor’s brows furrowed into a confused v as she made her way over to his side. “Is that all you brought with you?”
“I travel light.”
“You were able to fit all of your most prized possessions into one duffel bag? Is that army issued?”
Ryan lazily tossed a pile of shirts down beside the bag. “Look, I’m probably only going to be here a couple of weeks. A month at the most. I’m not gonna need all of my stuff.”
Taylor nodded thoughtfully, then wrinkled her nose as she took in the surrounding décor. “Did Julie have to put you in this room?”
“Why?” Ryan asked, distracted as he continued unpacking. “What’s wrong it with?”
“Have you not noticed the hideous color of orange that these four walls are?”
Ryan looked up and took in what Taylor was gesturing accusingly at, his face blank. “So?”
Taylor gaped as Ryan returned to his task. “So? So you don’t mind living in a room that’s the color of Tang?”
“Not really.”
Taylor huffed out an annoyed sigh. "Why couldn't Seth have taken this room?"
"Because it would have taken him seven seconds longer to get to Summer's room from here than from the one down the hall."
"You're kidding."
"No, he actually timed it."
Taylor pouted for a minute before a look of sheer determination settled across her face. “Well then we’ll just have to do something about it.”
“It’s really not that big a deal.”
“Well I read somewhere that the color of your walls can influence the color of your aura, and you do not want to have an orange aura - believe me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“A preemptive strike.”
Ryan raised his brows quizzically.
Taylor gave him a quick peck on the lips before marching out of the room. “You’ll see.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“So Summer wasn’t even aware that she had an orange guest room in her house.” Taylor threw herself down beside Ryan on the couch with a huff.
Ryan spared a quick glance away from his video game with Seth. “She seriously didn’t know what a room in her house looked like?”
“No. I had to draw her a map so she’d know which one I was talking about.”
"Yeah, Summer tends to be kind of oblivious when it comes to things like interior design, romantic holidays, anniversaries, if I styled my hair differently, whatever - basically anything that doesn’t have to do with sea otters, Pancakes and/or The Valley,” Seth chimed in, his concentration never breaking from his virtual battle.
"She said her stepmom must have decided to paint it while she was having one of her 10am cocktails."
Ryan snorted. "The stepmonster started drinking at 10 in the morning? No wonder the room looks like the color of a cheet-oh.”
"Yeah, I don't think that's the kind of cocktail Summer meant."
"Gotcha."
"Anyway, I passed the idea of painting the room by her - since it’s still sort of her house - and she didn’t seem to have a problem with it.”
“Taylor. I told you I probably won’t be staying here that long,” Ryan sighed.
“I know,” Taylor sighed, then instantly perked up. “But hey! Let’s just think of it as project we could do together as a couple! It would be like practice for when we move into our own apartment and have to redecorate.”
Ryan’s eyes widened momentarily as he heard Seth giggling under his breath beside him.
Taylor rolled her eyes to the ceiling as she took in how rigid her boyfriend’s shoulders had suddenly become. “Don’t worry Ryan. I wasn’t going to be spring us moving in together on you for at least another semester. Now, we need to decide what color we’re going to paint your room. I was thinking blue. A really masculine blue. The deep, rich kind of blue that makes you want to put up really heavy drapes that you can pull shut in the middle of the afternoon and have sensual, sexy, naughty fun times."
“This plan is sounding better and better,” Ryan smirked, his voice husky.
Seth visibly cringed. “Ok, can you guys like, not talk about you guys having sex while I’m sitting right here?”
“Seth, who helped guide you down the path of sexual liberation and tantric exploration when you and Summer were in a rut?”
“Yes, you were the Yoda to my Luke for one extremely uncomfortable evening. That just makes me want to hear even less about what whatever kinky shit you and Ryan get up to,” his last remark earning him a sharp jab to his shoulder, courtesy of Ryan.
“Blue sounds good,” Ryan relented. “When do we start?”
“ASAP. Your aura will be safe in my hands.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Taylor, are you sure we need all this stuff?” Ryan called out as he helplessly surveyed the stack of paint cans and bags brimming with brushes and various other supplies. “I mean, do we really need four rolls of blue tape?”
“You wouldn’t believe how quickly you go through one of those babies when you’re taping of the edges of every wall, window and border,” she explained, tying her hair up as she rounded the corner.
Ryan eyed her outfit curiously. “What are you wearing?”
Taylor glanced down at the white suit she wore zipped up to the neck. "Oh, I picked up these painters' coveralls at the hardware store when I was buying supplies.” She rummaged through one of the bags and pulled out a pair of coveralls identical to hers and tossed it to Ryan. “Here’s yours. And,” Taylor dug around in the bag some more and arose triumphant, “the clerk was sweet enough to throw in the hats for free! Aren’t they just too cute?"
“Yeah, I’m not wearing that,” Ryan stated simply, tying the sleeves of the coveralls around his waste.
“Why not?” Taylor pouted. “Do you want to get paint in your hair?”
“Taylor, have you ever seen me wear a hat?”
“Well, no,” she grudgingly admitted. “Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear anything that could be classified as an ‘accessory’ - aside from your watch. Although Seth did say you used to have a choker and a wrist cuff to go with those wifebeaters you used to favor. I have to say, I think I’d be most excited if those were to make a comeback.”
Ryan smirked at the sly smile he caught her shooting his way.
The two spent the next few minutes getting the room ready - laying old sheets down on the floor and over the furniture, taping off the walls and pouring the primer into a pair of trays.
Ryan dipped his roller into the paint. "So you're sure Julie's cool with us painting the room?"
Taylor waved her hand dismissively. "Oh yeah. I told her all about how living in a room with orange walls could be hazardous to your aura, and she gave us the 'okay' before I could even finish listing off my top five reasons for wanting to give this room a facelift."
"So you had more reasons other than the aura thing."
"Well I had already bought the paint - I just couldn’t help myself after imagining how your eyes would just POP against a blue background. And I’ll probably be spending a lot of time in here, thus a lot of time looking at your walls - “
"Yeah, see when we're in here, I don't think you'll be paying much attention to what color the walls are."
“And orange makes me think of my mom which makes me think of an incident involving her favorite white sweater and a can of Crush soda - which I still cannot drink to this day - and I know we’re working things out now but it’s still not something I like to remember and -“
“Taylor!” Ryan placed a hand on her cheek, drawing her wide eyes to his face. “It’s ok. We’ll paint the wall and you’ll never have to think about Crush soda or your mom’s white sweater, okay?”
Taylor smiled as she finally let out a breath. “Okay. And I mean really, that whole incident was partly her fault anyway. She knows not to wear white after Labor Day.”
Ryan nodded, masking his confusion, and turned the volume up on the Journey cd he had slipped into the stereo.
The afternoon had passed quickly. Ryan and Taylor had managed to get the coat of primer on three of the walls and were in the process of beginning the fourth when a quick rapping on the doorjamb caught their attention.
"Aw, you guys match!"
“Seth, don’t be an ass,” Summer scolded, her eyes taking in the newly primed room. “Wow, you guys got a lot done.”
Taylor blew her bangs out of her eyes with an huff. “We still need to do the two coats of paint though,” she pointed out.
Ryan cast his gaze around the room speculatively. “I’d give it another couple of days. But I think it’s gonna come out alright.”
“Hey, so you guys’ve been working so hard we thought you might need a break, so we were gonna order some pizza. You want in?” Seth offered.
“Yeah, that sounds great man.”
“Thanks Seth. I’m famished!” Taylor exclaimed. “Why don’t you go and order and we’ll be down in a few minutes after we finish picking up here.”
He nodded with a grin, backing out of the doorway. “Okay, so we’ll see you down there.”
Summer waved and led Seth down the hall.
As soon as Seth’s giggling about how they matched began to fade, Taylor swiftly made her way over to the door, shut it and threw the lock.
Ryan looked up from his crouched position on the floor when he heard the click of the lock decidedly latching.
“You know Ryan,” Taylor cooed, “Seth’s right. We do need to take a break.”
“I thought that’s what the pizza was for.”
“Would you prefer the pizza?” Taylor asked, pulling her glossy hair free from it’s elastic as she sauntered over to the stereo. With a short flick of Taylor’s wrist, the music’s volume increased and Ryan slowly stood as she made her way over to him, his eyes trained on the seductive smile shaped on her full lips. He was well aware that the louder the music, the louder Taylor was free to be in expressing her - enjoyment - of their activities, and his pulse quickened with each step she took in his direction.
“Or would you prefer a taste of Sexy, Fun Time?” Taylor stopped, leaving a good yard of distance between them and delicately began to finger the zipper at her neck.
Ryan’s throat seemed to close as he watched Taylor begin to lower the zip at an agonizingly slow pace. Inch by inch her bronzed skin was revealed, shiny with the thinnest sheen of sweat from their hard work.
The zipper had reached the apex of Taylor’s chest, and Ryan held his breath as she stalled her movements for the briefest of moments. As it continued it’s downward journey, Ryan was surprised to see that more and more of Taylor’s naked skin was being revealed to him. The whir of the zipper finally stopped when it had reached just below her navel, and Ryan’s eyes were trained on the subtle indentation trailing down her stomach.
He blinked and attempted to swallow - his mouth had suddenly gone extremely dry. "You're not wearing anything under your coveralls."
Taylor shook her head - a coy smile quirked at the corner of her lips - as she slowly began to part the fabric, giving Ryan a teasing glimpse of the bare swell of her breasts. “I thought it might get too hot - wearing clothes underneath these. See? I was right,” she pointed out, sliding the tip of her finger across the slickness of her chest.
“Good call,” Ryan choked out, his eyes following the path her finger led across her collarbone and down between her breasts.
He couldn’t help as his breathing became slightly more labored as she moved to close the last few feet between them. Taylor concentrated on the rippling of his shirt stretched taught across his chest, because she knew that if she looked at his face, into eyes that - she could guess - were many shades darker, it would be her undoing. And she wanted to stretch this out for as long as she could. Unfortunately, she overestimated Ryan’s willpower as his large hands roughly grasped at her waist and tugged her body against his, effectively closing any breath of space that had remained.
Taylor sucked in a surprised gasp as she came eye level with his lips, and she reflexively licked her own. A moan, deep from his chest, tore out past Ryan’s lips as he fought to maintain the control that was fast leaving him. His hands nearly trembled as they slid up her sides, and he leaned in, breathing in the heady scent of her neck, his lips leaving a burning trail from her pulse point, under her jaw and towards her full, inviting mouth.
Ryan grazed her lips, brushing his nose against hers - his fingers playing with the collar at her neck.. “I have to admit,” he smiled salaciously, “this is one of my top reasons for dating you.”
“I figured,” Taylor grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
He pulled the edges of her coveralls further apart, slipping the material down over her shoulders, revealing her perfectly pert breasts as the fabric slipped away. Taylor could hear her own breathing, heavy in her ears as Ryan’s fingertips tickled down the length of her arms, now bare, and she finally allowed herself a glance at his eyes - now near obsidian with want and need.
His voice was husky has his hands left a path of goose bumps down along the curve of her spine. “This is going to be fast.”
“Why do you think I went for easy access?” Taylor reached up and pulled him in for a deep kiss, her tongue playfully flicking at his.
Ryan’s hands buried themselves in the thickness of her hair as his lips hungrily took what she was offering, his tongue gliding smoothly against hers. Their lips crashed together again and again and before Taylor was even aware that they were moving, Ryan had slammed her up against the one unpainted wall.
When they broke apart for a much needed breath, Taylor took advantage of the moment and quickly stripped him of his shirt, her dainty fingers exploring the planes of his abdomen and lower to where the sleeves of his coveralls were tied. Ryan suddenly and expertly ravaging her neck almost distracted her, but as he pushed himself closer against her, his need obvious, her mind cleared just enough to help her swiftly undo the sleeves, reach in and unsnap the button of his jeans beneath.
Ryan’s tongue was pulled away from the inside of her breast as he felt her tiny hand reaching into his coveralls and sliding down the zipper of his pants, her hand tracing the outline of him as she went. “Taylor,” he growled.
“You said fast,” she panted. “I want fast.”
“Not a problem.” And he pushed the rest of her coveralls down over her hips where they pooled at the floor, leaving her body bare for his lust-hazed eyes to take in. He let his gaze wander over her for only a minute before his lips were attacking hers again as he wrapped a strong arm around her waist and the other below her ass, hoisting her between his rock hard body and the wall. He swept his fingers over her clit and almost came right there from how wet she was. "Jesus..."
Taylor’s lips opened in a silent gasp and her nimble fingers pulled out his cock, stroking him, aware that he was more than ready for her. She hugged an arm around his neck, her lips teasing his as she positioned him at her opening. She could feel the proof of her want pooling between her folds, the scent of him driving her crazy with need, and she nipped at Ryan’s full lower lip to tell him she was ready.
Ryan braced them against the wall as he pushed into her, his jaw clenched, Taylor’s head falling against his shoulder, as they each let out a satisfied moan at the connection. Taylor took only a second to adjust her body to his, squeezing her thighs even more tightly around his waist, before she felt the indelible urge to rock her hips even more closer into his. “Move dammit,” she whispered, rolling herself down onto him to reinforce her point. Ryan didn’t need to be told twice. A hand grasped at the underside of her thigh as he slammed himself into her, the intense sensations that her wetness and the heat provided clouding his brain. Neither bothered to censure themselves, each allowing their pleasure to be heard as Ryan kept his pace fast and rough, moving in and out of her body at a desperate pace.
Taylor had long since felt the burn of pleasure curling deep in her belly, and it coiled tighter and tighter as Ryan slid within her, his tongue and lips sucking on the underside of her jaw, his rough hands kneading her thighs and ass. The friction of the denim of his jeans against her clit stimulated her past all coherence and she could feel her inner walls beginning to clench around his hardness.
Ryan’s mind, foggy, feeling Taylor licking at his lobe, knew that he would not be able to hold on for much longer. "God," he sighed, rotating his hips just the tiniest bit as he ground into her. Her core tightened more and more around him with each thrust and it became a became a battle to keep a even a few of his senses about him. However, her whispered “Almost there - so close,” drove him off the edge and his body took over, driving within her at an even faster pace, desperate for the release that was painfully building. “Come on Taylor,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. “Cum. Cum.”
He heard her gasp and cry out. “Fuck,” she breathed into his ear, lights sparking behind her screwed shut eyes, her walls spasming around him as Ryan continued to move, getting closer and closer to his own release. That one breathy word sent Ryan tumbling right after Taylor, and his body stilled then jerked violently with the strength of his orgasm.
The two stayed as they were, both attempting to catch their breaths as their bodies trembled with the aftershocks.
After a few minutes, Ryan reluctantly pulled out, and they both sank legless to the floor. "I think I'm gonna like Naughty Fun Time."
A breathless giggle escaped passed Taylor’s lips, her heart still beating feverishly against her breast. “That’ll teach you to question my ideas.” They giggled as they each ran their fingers reverently over the others’ bodies, occasionally nibbling at each others’ lips.
It was only a moment later when a musical series of knocks sounded from the other side of the door. “Hey, are you guys finished yet? The pizza’s gonna be here soon and Summer is seriously kicking my ass at Grand Theft Auto. Now that she’s gotten control over her rage blackouts, she’s taking out all her frustrations on those poor simulated street walkers.”
Ryan growled at the interruption. “We’ll be down in a couple of minutes Seth!” he answered, his voice gravelly and noticeably hoarse.
It was quiet for a few seconds, and both Taylor and Ryan had thought he had gone - then they watched as the doorknob shook, treasonously informing Seth that it was indeed locked. “Hm. So are you guys gonna like, do it again before you decide to come down?”
“Seth!”
“What, man? Just give me fair warning for next time so I can turn up the volume and really appreciate the games’ Miami Vice-like soundtrack. Even your wondrous Journey cannot drown out the sounds of sweet pleasured love.”
Ryan growled again and rolled his eyes. “Leave before I come out there and kick your ass.”
“Kinda hard to do that if you’re naked.”
“For you maybe. Wanna try me?”
There was a long pause before they heard Seth awkwardly clear his throat. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna pass on that. I got freaked out enough when I caught you taking off your shirt - I don’t need to see the whole shebang. But I'm sure Taylor could vouch for it.”
"It is pretty nice."
Ryan snorted and glared at the door.
Taylor giggled, giving him a pacifying kiss on the cheek as Ryan ran a frustrated hand over his face. “Just give us a minutes Seth! I need to have my way with Ryan one more time before we come down. All this work really built up an appetite.” Ryan gave her hip an half-hearted smack, but Taylor smirked when she heard a weak groan from the hall.
“Nice job with the double meaning of that phrase Taylor, but I really didn’t need to know that. So… yeah. I’m just… I’m just gonna go. Just uh, come eat when you feel like it.”
Ryan let out a heavy sigh, drawing her in even closer to his body. “This is what you get to live with now. If Summer doesn’t kill him by the end of the week, she’s developed more control over those blackouts than I thought she could.”
“Hey, at least he didn’t show up during Sexy Fun Time. Then I would have given you full permission to kick his ass - after we had finished, obviously.”
“Obviously.” Ryan lifted his brow suggestively. “So, about your needing to have your way with me….”
“Oh I just said that to get rid of Seth.”
“It wasn’t a bad idea though,” he winked. “But we’d have to be quick. You heard what Seth said. He probably won’t be able to keep Summer from beating the crap out of those prostitutes for their trick money for long. If the pizza doesn’t get here soon to distract her, he’ll come back looking for reinforcements.”
Taylor mockingly rolled her eyes. “And people think I’m the sex-crazed one in this relationship.”
Ryan smirked. “I’m good at hiding things. Like when I was having trouble sleeping, Seth was the only one who knew - and that’s just because he caught me watching Bollywood in the middle of the night. And you, of course. The night you brought me that tea I totally crashed.”
"Well, if you ever have trouble with insomnia again and you don't feel like drinking tea, it only takes 18 seconds to get from your room to mine."
Ryan raised an inquisitive brow.
Taylor shrugged as she snuggled into his side. "I borrowed Seth's stopwatch and timed it."