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Title: Three times Seth & Ryan nearly got caught, and the one time they did
Author: Ms Soma
Rating:  NC-17
Pairing: Seth/Ryan, established relationship
Disclaimer: Not mine!! Owned by Josh and networks and stuff. This is just fun and puppies, people!
Summary: I think the title is pretty self-explanatory. Scenes from their relationship, final year of high-school and nothing to do with any other fics I’ve ever written.
AN: This was one of the aborted pieces for
bigbrodom
 's birthday present. I’ve fixed it up and added more. It’s pretty porny, but I hope you enjoy!
AN2: Next chapter of Reason Is Treason is written and will be posted soon.


1.

The first time Seth and Ryan nearly got caught was actually the same day they got together. Secret crushes, hormones of high school boys, drunken kisses stolen at a party and never spoken of again, and Seth’s flair for melodrama caused jealous spats about girls. This finally led to Ryan confessing that there was no way that he could possibly want Marissa Cooper when all he could focus on was Seth’s mouth.

Seth remembers the whole world stopping at that moment. There was absolute silence. The waves stopped crashing towards shore, cars stopped travelling on the road, crickets ceased their chirping, and Seth ceased breathing. It was like the planet was participating in a giant game of statues or dead fish while his brain caught up with what Ryan had blurted out during their heated argument.

They both bridged the five-foot gap between them and their lips came together in a mess of teeth and too much tongue. It was messy and awkward and pretty much the best kiss of Seth’s life.

Dirty dishes momentarily forgotten, Seth shoved Ryan back against the refrigerator and proceeded to lick into his mouth, raking up his shirt so he could run fingertips across Ryan’s super-toned abs. Seth keened obscenely when Ryan’s denim clad thigh rubbed up against his groin, and he trailed his fingers down to release the snap of Ryan’s jeans, delving his hand underneath to grab at him through his boxers.

The noises Ryan made gave Seth uncharacteristic confidence, and his fingers were just breaching the gap between the elastic of Ryan’s underwear and skin when the slamming of the door brought him back to the present.

Ryan’s half-lidded eyes flew wide open, and he hurriedly raised the zipper over his bulge while Seth straightened out his clothes. By the time Sandy and Kirsten came into the kitchen they were both standing on the other side of the island, hiding the tell-tale signs of what had been going down. Or not going down, so to speak.

The pink flush of their cheeks and guilty looks roused Kirsten’s suspicions, and she looked between the two of them warily.

“Is everything okay, boys?” she asked.

“Everything’s fine, just super,” Seth offered. “Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re both red-faced and acting cagey,” Sandy informed them, and Seth shared a worried look with Ryan. “Have you two been fighting again?”

Seth released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “We were, but we think we’ve sorted it out.”

At Ryan’s blank stare, Seth kicked his ankle. Ryan finally got with the program. “Yeah, we’re good.”

Seth felt a little guilty at the pleased look on his mother’s face. “I’m glad to hear it. We were starting to get worried that you two couldn’t live together.”

When his parents disappeared to the living room, Seth turned to Ryan and they shared a freaked-out look. “That was close, man.”

“Too close,” Ryan agreed. “But it was kind of lucky we were interrupted before we did stuff that we couldn’t take back.”

“Couldn’t take back?” Seth repeated, confused. “I thought you… I thought we… I thought there was going to be an ‘us’.”

A smile pulled at the edge of Ryan’s mouth. “You feel that way too?”

An incredulous look crossed Seth’s face. “You mean you couldn’t tell? What with the making out and the groping and the touching? I think it’s safe to say that your feelings are reciprocated, dude.”

“Still, it was going too fast, we didn’t need to get there tonight, right?”

Seth nodded dumbly. They’d known each other for two years, could you get much slower than that?

Later that night, when Seth snuck into the pool house and Ryan’s bed under the cover of the moon, he shared that wisdom with Ryan. And really, who was Ryan to question that logic?

***

2.

Society parties were the most boring thing on the planet, and it was times like this when Ryan wondered if he would have been better off roaming the streets of Chino. He knew deep down that if he was actually given the choice between a life on the streets or the occasional Newpsie gathering he’d choose the latter, but it didn’t make the evening any sweeter.

From his position by the bar he could see his guardians happily conversing with some of Sandy’s work colleagues, his boyfriend on the other side of the room laughing with a family friend he called ‘Uncle Mike’. He took another sip of his coke, closing his eyes and pretending there was a hint of Jack in it, but when he opened them again all he could taste was the sickly sweetness of cola which had none of the warming bite of bourbon.

“I know what you’re thinking,” a familiar yet rough voice whispered in his ear. Glancing around the room he noticed that Seth was no longer speaking with Uncle Mike, and the warmth of his body behind him permeated through his suit and sent a shiver down his spine. “That this party sucks ass, and that the only thing that could possibly make it not suck ass was if someone was sucking your dick instead.”

A spark of heat curled up from Ryan’s stomach, and he felt all of the blood drain from his brain to his cock. For once, he was thankful for his suit jacket and its ability to cover his crotch.

“Holy fuck, Seth,” Ryan couldn’t mask the want in his voice. “Don’t say those things if you can’t follow up on it.”

“Who says I’m not planning a follow through?”

Seth grabbed Ryan’s elbow and lead them around the corner and into the dimly lit cloak room. Ryan raised an eyebrow, muttering how cliché while Seth crowded him against the closed door.  If there was one thing that surprised Ryan about Seth in the few months that they’d been together, it was the absolute confidence he had when it came to anything sexual. That the guy who would shy away from eating lunch with Ryan if any member of the water polo team were present or stutter his way through a presentation in class had no problems pushing Ryan against the nearest surface and molesting him, talking dirty in his ear while jacking his cock until Ryan would come hard over his fist.

Back to the present, Ryan opened his mouth to Seth’s invading tongue, kissing him hard and deep.

“I was watching you, standing at the bar, bored out of your mind,” Seth told him, gently nibbling at the soft skin of his neck. “You know how hot it makes me when you’re all broody like that.”

Ryan wanted to protest that he didn’t know this, but it would be a lie. It’s not like Ryan broods to get Seth’s attention, he broods because he’s bored or upset. It’s not his fault if Seth takes this as a personal challenge to cheer him up.

As Seth dropped to his knees and lowered the zip on his trousers, Ryan had to stifle a moan with his fist. Seth’s warm breath ghosted over his sensitized flesh, and he was so hard that it hurt.

“Please, Seth,” Ryan almost begged. “Before someone wants to grab their coats.”

Seth looked up with big brown eyes as he took the head of Ryan’s cock into his mouth and sucked lightly. They had only been exchanging blow jobs for six weeks now, but Ryan thought that they were getting good at it already. Even if Seth liked to tease him with kitten licks, a loose grip, and too-light suction.

But even Seth seemed to sense that there wasn’t time for any of that, swallowing more of Ryan down and palming what he couldn’t reach with a spit slicked hand.

“God, Seth,” Ryan muttered in a half whisper, his hands finding Seth’s hair to card through the curls. Seth let out a satisfied hum around his dick, and the feeling, the need to come, got all the more urgent.

Ryan mumbled another expletive as Seth’s hand dropped from his cock to his balls, playing with them, fondling them, and he tapped Seth on the head to warn him that he was about to come.

Seth let go of his balls and trailed his hands to grip his ass, pulling him forward and deeper into Seth’s throat.

“Holy fuck,” Ryan whispered with as much feeling as he could, thrusting slightly until he was coming down Seth’s throat.

Seth stood up and pressed a kiss to Ryan’s lips. “Not so broody now.”

Shaking his head, Ryan reached out and gripped Seth through his trousers, feeling how turned on he was. “Time for payback,”

Ryan was just dropping down to his knees when the door opened behind him, knocking him forward into Seth and onto the floor.

“Seth, Ryan? What are you doing in here?” Kirsten asked, recognizing her sons sprawled on the carpet.

“Uh…” Ryan never pretended he was anything like articulate or quick-thinking after an orgasm.

“Just hiding out, escaping the crowd, you know?” Seth covered up for them.

“Well get up off the floor and grab my jacket for me, would you? Your father and I are ready to go.” Kirsten’s voice had an air of amusement.

As soon as the door closed again, Seth started laughing hysterically while Ryan just felt mortified.

“If she had’ve been twenty seconds earlier,” Seth laughed and Ryan raised an eyebrow.

“You think it would have been so funny for her to see her son’s lips wrapped around her other son’s cock?” Ryan asked, standing up and tucking himself back in.

“No, then it would have been horrifying, seeing as she doesn’t actually know that we’re doing this.” Seth said, motioning between the two if them. Ryan reached out a hand to haul him to his feet. Together, they searched for then located Kirsten’s coat.

“We’re going to get busted someday really soon,” Ryan told him morosely.

“Relax, dude,” Seth reassured him. “We’ll be fine.”

***

3.

The third time they nearly got caught would have gone down as the embarrassment of all possible embarrassments. Seth would have been crowned King Mortified of Humiliationville if it had happened.

And it would have been totally his fault too, seeing as he was the one that talked Ryan into it. Not that Ryan’s arm required much twisting. Seth didn’t understand what happened in his brain but there was something about being with Ryan that unleashed a part of his personality he didn’t realize existed. Around Ryan he became more confident, more sure of himself, and sure of how Ryan felt about him.

The Nana was in town, arriving unexpectedly the day before. Both guest rooms in the house were currently being redecorated, so Seth willingly offered his bed to The Nana and he shared the pool house with Ryan. It was neither a selfless act nor a hardship, but he played it for all it was worth just the same.

That morning, Ryan had his hand on Seth’s dick for all of five seconds before they were thwarted by The Kirsten knocking on the pool house door telling them to get their lazy butts into the house to have breakfast as a family.

Ryan’s groan of disappointment was mirrored by Seth’s groan of frustration.

“Dude,” he groaned.

“Come on,” Ryan said, already swinging his legs off the bed and heading towards the bathroom. “We better get ready for breakfast. It’s not every day that your Nana visits.”

“Mom’s just dragging us out there because she doesn’t want to have breakfast alone with The Nana,” Seth whined. “It’s just, it’s been, like, six years since we had sex. And I miss it, Ryan. I miss it a lot.”

“It’s been a week, Seth. And I miss it too,” Ryan said, coming out of the bathroom with his toothbrush in his hand, dropping a kiss on top of Seth’s head. “But family first, okay? We’ll get through breakfast and hopefully be given enough privacy this afternoon for a little bit of groping.”

Seth reluctantly agreed, but when his Dad called to say he’d be home in time to take them all out for lunch, Seth drew the line.

Faking a headache was easy enough, and he got sympathetic looks and comments from The Nana and jealous and knowing looks from his Mother. Seeing as Seth wasn’t going to lunch, Ryan begged off too, and as soon as he heard his Dad’s car leave the driveway, he dragged Ryan back out to the pool house.

They had only had actual sex a handful of times in the five months they had been together. There was always someone home or some other distraction. And when they did finally have an evening alone, they hurriedly made love before the next interruption would intervene.

But not this afternoon. His parents and The Nana would be dining at a seafood restaurant by the beach, which took at least twenty minutes to drive to and wasn’t known for its speed of service.

So they took their time, Ryan exploring every inch of Seth’s skin with his lips until he was a puddle of need begging Ryan to just be inside him right the fuck now. But even when Ryan finally slid home, he took it maddeningly slow, spooned behind and rocking into him. Seth could feel every part of Ryan’s body pressed against him, the warm puffs of breath at the back of his neck, every nerve over-sensitized and on fire.

And really, slow lazy sex was the best idea Ryan had ever had. Seth felt electric and even the slightest movement left him shaking with the intensity of the pleasure.

“God, Ryan,” he muttered, reaching behind him to be able to run his fingers through his boyfriends soft hair.

Bang, bang, bang.

“Sethola? Are you in there?” The Nana pounded on the door before opening it. Ryan roughly pulled out, whispering at him to act asleep. Seth had no idea how much time had disappeared - sex was always a bit of a time warp - but surely it wouldn’t have been enough for them to be home from lunch already?

“Don’t turn on the light,” Ryan called out softly to The Nana whose fingers were seeking out the switch. “He’s asleep,”

“Ah,” The Nana murmured. “We decided we’d bring lunch back here, seeing as Seth isn’t feeling well.”

“We’ll be there soon, I’ll wake him up.” Ryan promised and The Nana left them in peace.

“Holy shit, that was close.” Seth muttered, throwing the covers back and making to get out of bed.

“Oh no you don’t,” Ryan grabbed him and flipped him until he was lying face down on the bed. He slid back into Seth and thrust into him until they both came hard.

“Holy fuck, Ryan,” Seth panted, dazed from the intensity of his orgasm. “What was that for?”

“Now maybe you’ll stop whining about being cockblocked by your family.”

***

4.

So the day that they finally got caught went a little something like this.

Ryan was in the kitchen getting breakfast ready before school when Seth came bounding down the stairs and flicking Ryan in the face with his freshly washed hair, droplets flying into his eyes.

“Seth,” Ryan chastised. “What are you in such a playful mood for?”

“You mean you don’t remember?” Seth asked, mock serious. “Ryan Atwood, you offend me.”

“Just tell me, Seth.”

“It’s totally our six month anniversary today, dude.” He informed him, smiling sweetly.

Ryan returned his smile and reached out his hand to give Seth’s a quick squeeze. “I know, which is why we’re going to dinner and the movies tonight.”

“We are?” Seth asked, seemingly shocked. “You’re just a sentimental freak, aren’t you?”

Ryan blushed and admitted that he could be, sometimes.

They stood there in the kitchen, grinning stupidly at each other and holding hands like nothing in the world could touch them.

And, of course, that’s the time that Sandy chose to walk in to make his breakfast. He took one look at their clasped hands and guilty expressions, and raised an eyebrow, an effective move of his due to the prominence of said feature. “Is there something you want to tell me, boys?”

Ryan couldn’t believe their luck. They’d nearly been caught making out against the fridge, going down on each other in a cloak room, and fucking in the pool house. Yet it’s them innocently holding hands in the kitchen that finally outs them.

“Yeah, Dad. There is.”

THE END