Nude Wafers
So I've decided to post all the various fics I've written in my journal. So yeah...
Title: Nude Wafers
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: The OC
Pairing: Seth/Trey
Stupid Summer, Gah. Why do I let her get to me? Seth mused to himself. In his mind he takes on a chipmunk-meets-the-valley voice and mocks her.
“I’m sorry, Seth, but see, like Zach’s just so totally hot when he’s pretending he’s over me. So I think I’m gonna make out with him.”
What a bitch.
Seth stomps into the kitchen, well, okay, Seth can’t stomp, but he tried really hard. And that’s what matters. Gonna get some caffeine, some Nilla Wafers, some Ryan (in the totally heterosexual I need a manly man to bond with way), and Halo. Nothin’ better than killing some inanimate onjects to mend heartache.
Go repression!
“Ryan!” Seth hollers, sliding the door open. “Look, I got Nude Wafers.” Seth’s tongue once again did not connect with his brain, as his eyes bulged at a very, very naked, okay there was a towel, but still, mostly naked image of Trey. Was he always that buff? NO! ACK! Straight!
“I-I-I-mean NILLA! NILLA! Wafers,” Seth tried to redeem himself. Trey took a step closer to him. “Please don’t kill me.” He shut his eyes, part of him regressing to when he was four and if he couldn’t see someone, they couldn’t see him.
Munch. Munch. Seth peaked open one eye. There was Trey munching on a Nude...NILLA…Wafer.
“Oh, God, so sorry, totally forgot about the whole you taking the pool house and all. So, yeah.” Trey plucked the box from his loose fingers, as well as a can of Coke with Lime. The Lime was his though; Cherry was Ryan’s.
He opened his mouth, then Seth’s head unconsciously tilted as he watched that ass make its way to the bed. Realizing what he was doing, Seth started shaking his head. No, no, no!
“Dude, you ok?”
“Uh, yeah, I, uh, I’m Epileptic,” he blurted out, “just a minor case, and only in the upper region.” He gestured at his head. “Really it’s actually quite common, did you know that one in sixty-nine thousand people have it?” Why oh why did I choose sixty-nine?
“Okay.” Seth could hear the unsaid ‘freak.’
“So, yeah, where’s Ryan?”
“Out with that Toothpick girl.”
Seth can’t help the grin and then laugh. “That’s so horrible, but strangely accurate.”
“So, where’s your Season?”
“Season, Season? Well I like winter, cuz that’s when Christmaka happens, which is like the best holiday ever, it’s a combination of Christmas and Hanukah cuz I’m Jewish and Christian. So poof,” he waved his hands elaborately, “Christmaka!”
“I mean the girl.”
“Why would I have a Season girl? I’m not gonna date some girl for a season that’s shallow and low and other things, unless, that’s what you do, then, heh, yeah, more power to ya.” He fisted the air. I’m totally going to die.
“Are you always this confused?”
“Heh, heh,” Seth hung his head, “ yeah pretty much.”
“I was asking about your girlfriend.”
“OH! Summer!” The teen smacked his head. “Summer as in the season.”
“So.”
“Meh, she’s a bitch, totally over her, wanna play Halo?”
“Sure.”
“Cool.”
Seth bounced to the TV, hooking up the game. He turns, “Hey Tre…” his eyes widened as he sees Trey tugging on jeans, sans underwear. Focusing his gaze on the TV, he gulps. Shit.
The older guy settles down, fluidly, next to him. Seth’s eyes wander, unwillingly; wow he knew Trey was buff, but now up close and in the face. Muscles rippled with each shoulder roll.
“Hey, wanna mess around?” Seth’s head snaps to Trey's face, and his guy is killed.
“Wha…wha…wha…”
“Oh, so that’s what makes you shut up,” Trey observed.
“Wha…wha…wha…”
“You’ve been checking me out for the last hour, now we can either fool around or finish the game than fool around, or play the game and you can keep those fuck-me eyes to yourself.”’
“In my defense, they aren’t fuck-me eyes.”
Trey rolls his eyes.
“They’re more blow-me eyes.”
Chucking, Trey yanks the controller from Seth’s hands, and pulls him flush against his chest. Seth complies happily, straddling his lap. Logically, Seth thinks, he shouldn’t be enjoying it. But Trey’s hands has made its way down Seth’s pants and he really doesn’t care anymore.
Their tongues danced, sliding over one another, exploring new places. Seth finds hand grips on Trey’s biceps, and they felt like silk over steel. I could totally get used to…Trey’s lips found THAT spot under his ear…ohhh…Seth moaned…totally get used to it.
Title: Nude Wafers
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: The OC
Pairing: Seth/Trey
Stupid Summer, Gah. Why do I let her get to me? Seth mused to himself. In his mind he takes on a chipmunk-meets-the-valley voice and mocks her.
“I’m sorry, Seth, but see, like Zach’s just so totally hot when he’s pretending he’s over me. So I think I’m gonna make out with him.”
What a bitch.
Seth stomps into the kitchen, well, okay, Seth can’t stomp, but he tried really hard. And that’s what matters. Gonna get some caffeine, some Nilla Wafers, some Ryan (in the totally heterosexual I need a manly man to bond with way), and Halo. Nothin’ better than killing some inanimate onjects to mend heartache.
Go repression!
“Ryan!” Seth hollers, sliding the door open. “Look, I got Nude Wafers.” Seth’s tongue once again did not connect with his brain, as his eyes bulged at a very, very naked, okay there was a towel, but still, mostly naked image of Trey. Was he always that buff? NO! ACK! Straight!
“I-I-I-mean NILLA! NILLA! Wafers,” Seth tried to redeem himself. Trey took a step closer to him. “Please don’t kill me.” He shut his eyes, part of him regressing to when he was four and if he couldn’t see someone, they couldn’t see him.
Munch. Munch. Seth peaked open one eye. There was Trey munching on a Nude...NILLA…Wafer.
“Oh, God, so sorry, totally forgot about the whole you taking the pool house and all. So, yeah.” Trey plucked the box from his loose fingers, as well as a can of Coke with Lime. The Lime was his though; Cherry was Ryan’s.
He opened his mouth, then Seth’s head unconsciously tilted as he watched that ass make its way to the bed. Realizing what he was doing, Seth started shaking his head. No, no, no!
“Dude, you ok?”
“Uh, yeah, I, uh, I’m Epileptic,” he blurted out, “just a minor case, and only in the upper region.” He gestured at his head. “Really it’s actually quite common, did you know that one in sixty-nine thousand people have it?” Why oh why did I choose sixty-nine?
“Okay.” Seth could hear the unsaid ‘freak.’
“So, yeah, where’s Ryan?”
“Out with that Toothpick girl.”
Seth can’t help the grin and then laugh. “That’s so horrible, but strangely accurate.”
“So, where’s your Season?”
“Season, Season? Well I like winter, cuz that’s when Christmaka happens, which is like the best holiday ever, it’s a combination of Christmas and Hanukah cuz I’m Jewish and Christian. So poof,” he waved his hands elaborately, “Christmaka!”
“I mean the girl.”
“Why would I have a Season girl? I’m not gonna date some girl for a season that’s shallow and low and other things, unless, that’s what you do, then, heh, yeah, more power to ya.” He fisted the air. I’m totally going to die.
“Are you always this confused?”
“Heh, heh,” Seth hung his head, “ yeah pretty much.”
“I was asking about your girlfriend.”
“OH! Summer!” The teen smacked his head. “Summer as in the season.”
“So.”
“Meh, she’s a bitch, totally over her, wanna play Halo?”
“Sure.”
“Cool.”
Seth bounced to the TV, hooking up the game. He turns, “Hey Tre…” his eyes widened as he sees Trey tugging on jeans, sans underwear. Focusing his gaze on the TV, he gulps. Shit.
The older guy settles down, fluidly, next to him. Seth’s eyes wander, unwillingly; wow he knew Trey was buff, but now up close and in the face. Muscles rippled with each shoulder roll.
“Hey, wanna mess around?” Seth’s head snaps to Trey's face, and his guy is killed.
“Wha…wha…wha…”
“Oh, so that’s what makes you shut up,” Trey observed.
“Wha…wha…wha…”
“You’ve been checking me out for the last hour, now we can either fool around or finish the game than fool around, or play the game and you can keep those fuck-me eyes to yourself.”’
“In my defense, they aren’t fuck-me eyes.”
Trey rolls his eyes.
“They’re more blow-me eyes.”
Chucking, Trey yanks the controller from Seth’s hands, and pulls him flush against his chest. Seth complies happily, straddling his lap. Logically, Seth thinks, he shouldn’t be enjoying it. But Trey’s hands has made its way down Seth’s pants and he really doesn’t care anymore.
Their tongues danced, sliding over one another, exploring new places. Seth finds hand grips on Trey’s biceps, and they felt like silk over steel. I could totally get used to…Trey’s lips found THAT spot under his ear…ohhh…Seth moaned…totally get used to it.