Cheeky, rest up and don't do too much! Let LJ entertain you instead...
Beta: Many thanks to
loracj and
beachtree for all their help.
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC, Ryan or Benjamin McKenzie (unfortunately)
Story: A little something for
cheekymice. Hope this puts a smile on your face.
“So you just need something for you?”
“Uh huh. Do you have any ideas?” he asked.
I would have sworn that he was as aware of the double entendre as I was. And boy, did I have ideas where this guy was concerned.
“Well ...” I started.
My mind was frantically trying to think of any good reason not to ask. I knew what my parents would say. I knew what my friends would say. They’d all disagree with me.
But there was something about this guy.
Something special.
“Well?” he asked, prompting me to continue.
“Well,” I started again and gave a shrug. I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. But then I wasn’t really sure what idea I wanted to give him.
“Well?” he prompted again. This time he was smiling at me. He was obviously aware of my inner struggle and I wonder if he knew what I was about to suggest.
“Have you ever thought about sharing an apartment?” I asked.
There, the question was out there. I breathed a small sigh of relief at finally making the decision to ask. Now I just had to wait for the answer.
“Not with Seth,” he said firmly.
I wasn’t sure if he was just playing with me, or whether he genuinely didn’t understand.
“No. With me. I have a two bedroom apartment a couple of blocks away and I’ve been thinking about getting a roommate to help offset the cost,” I explained.
He didn’t need to know that I’d only been thinking about getting a roommate for the last five minutes. Ever since I’d known that he was looking.
He gave me a long, slow smile and I couldn’t help but think that he could see straight through me. I was never going to make it as a lawyer if I was so easy to read.
“It sounds great, but maybe I could look at it before I commit myself?” he asked, as the grin on his face forced me to blush.
Exactly what did he want to look at? And exactly how much was I prepared to show him? My imagination was working overtime now.
“Of course. You can come by whenever it’s convenient and have a look,” I answered.
“What are you doing when your laundry’s done?” he asked, smiling, as if he already knew the answer. It wasn’t as if I was about to go out on the town toting my laundry bag with me.
“Going home,” I answered.
“Well then, there’s no time like the present,” he said with a smile and a shrug of his shoulders.
I couldn’t help but return his smile, as my toes curled in expectation.
“Okay. I’ll even make you a cup of coffee,” I offered.
“How could I say no to an offer like that?” he replied, and the smile on his face made my heart flutter.
He was coming home with me.
---
“Hi Mom, how are things at home?” I asked.
I’d decided that I’d waited long enough to make the call. Nothing was going to change - except to get better, so they might as well know.
“We’re fine. How are things in the big city?” she asked excitedly.
“Good.”
“Good? That’s not really the answer I was hoping for. Couldn’t you be a little more specific? Or am I going to have to wait until I come for a visit? How’s the new apartment? Are you all settled? Do you need anything else for it?”
“Actually, that’s part of the reason I’m calling. I just wanted to let you know that when you do come to visit, you’ll need to let me know beforehand so that I can make a reservation at a nearby hotel for you.”
“What happened with us staying in your spare room?” Mom asked, surprised.
“I decided to take in a roommate to help with the costs,” I explain.
“Oh, darling,” Mom replied, sounding disappointed, and I felt a little guilty. “If money’s a problem, you know that your father and I would help out,” she offered.
“It’s not a problem,” I assured her. “I’m managing just fine. Ryan was looking for a place to stay and I had a spare room. It seemed silly not to take advantage of the opportunity.”
“Ryan? A man? You’re sharing your apartment with a man?” Mom asked, sounding shocked.
“He’s my age, Mom. Just fresh out of college too. He’s an architect,” I explain, wanting to reassure her. It was better if she thought of him as a child, like she did me. Although nothing could be further from the truth. Ryan was indeed, all man.
I waited a few moments as she pondered the news.
“As long as he doesn’t take advantage of you,” my mother responded.
I hesitated before answering.
If anyone had taken advantage, it had been me. We’d lasted a whole two nights together under the same roof before the sparks had ignited and I’d jumped him. Of course, he’d returned the favor and jumped me in the shower the next morning, so we were currently even.
“He’s been a thorough gentleman,” I replied. And he had been. He’d always waited until he’d gotten me off before he let himself go.
“What happens if you don’t get along?” Mom asked.
She knew how difficult I’d found it sharing a room in college. But this was entirely different.
“It’s not always that easy to find someone that’s the right fit for you,” she pointed out.
I struggled not to laugh out loud. Taken literally, Mom’s suggestion was quite indecent. Ryan was indeed, well endowed, but he wasn’t so large that I couldn’t accommodate him. If there was one thing that I knew for certain, it was that we ‘FIT’ just fine.
“We get along, Mom. We get along really well,” I stressed. In truth, we got along more than well, and I couldn’t see that changing.
It had only been four days since he’d moved in, but I hoped that it would never end. I suspected that by the time my parents came to visit, we would have given up the charade of having separate bedrooms and would be sharing the larger of the two rooms. But even then, I didn’t think that I wanted to be sharing the apartment with my parents. It would mean that I would have to forgo the pleasure of watching Ryan walking around after his shower with just a towel loosely tied around his hips. That was a sight that I wasn’t prepared to miss out on, even for just a few days.
“If you’re sure dear. But just be careful,” she warned.
“I will, Mom,” I replied. Her caution reminded me that I needed to take my contraceptive pill before I went to bed. “I have to go now. Ryan will be home soon and it’s my turn to cook dinner.”
“Don’t you go doing everything for him. You’ll wear yourself out, just like I did with your father.”
“Don’t worry, Mom. Ryan’s made dinner every night so far and he’s a bit of a neat freak. So he cleans up after me. I just figured it was my turn to do something for him tonight.”
“If you say so,” Mom replied, still not sounding convinced about my new living arrangement.
“I do say so. Plus, it’s nice to have some company at night. I was feeling a little lonely on my own. It’s nice to be able to come home and talk to someone about my day.”
“I guess that I can understand that,” Mom said, finally agreeing that maybe having someone to share with wasn’t such a bad idea. “But you could have always called us if you wanted to talk.”
“I know. But it’s not quite the same as having someone here to share things with.”
“I guess so. But if it doesn’t work out, you need to promise me that you’ll get rid of him.”
“Okay. I promise,” I say, knowing that I can’t imagine that ever happening.
---
I began to assemble the salad knowing that Ryan would be home shortly.
I couldn’t believe how quickly we had fallen into a routine. I’d always found things about my college roommates that annoyed me. Living with someone else could be difficult. But nothing annoyed me about Ryan. Nothing at all. I couldn’t wait to see him. To touch him. To taste him.
I smiled, thinking back to the night I’d jumped him.
He’d moved in that Monday evening and the sparks had flown even just with conversation.
Tuesday evening was more of the same, but during the course of the evening, I’d mentioned that the washing machine didn’t work, which explained my visit to the laundromat. He’d promised to have a look at it.
Wednesday evening, I was held up at work and got home a little late, only to find that he’d already fixed the washing machine. But when he showed me proudly what he had done, he surprised me.
“I went to fix the dryer too, but it already works,” he pointed out.
“I know,” I replied quickly, then realized what I’d said. I hoped that he wouldn’t put two and two together. But of course he was good with numbers; he was bound to figure it out.
“If your dryer worked, then why did you dry your clothes at the laundromat on Friday night instead of bringing them home to dry here?”
I blushed and hung my head, knowing that my infatuation with him was about to be exposed.
“I wanted to keep talking to you. It was better than coming home and being alone,” I explained.
I figured that having him feel sorry for me being lonely had to be better than telling him I wanted to jump his bones even then.
“So anyone would have been worth staying for? I just happened to be the guy in the laundromat at the time?”
“You know that’s not true,” I said, looking deeply into his eyes, and the look I saw reflected there gave me the strength to continue, “I thought you were special.”
“And I thought that you were special,” he admitted, never taking his eyes from mine.
I moved a little closer, wanting to close the gap between us, but scared at the same time. He lived with me now. What would happen if it didn’t work out?
I’d spent the last two nights barely sleeping, thinking about him on the other side of the wall. The smouldering look between us was threatening to ignite. My brain wanted to take things slow, but my body couldn’t be denied any longer, so it took over.
“How special?” I asked, closing the remaining gap between us, raising my mouth to his, wanting to taste the answer.
It was all I had hoped it would be. I have no idea how long that first kiss lasted, but by the time we broke apart, I was completely breathless, every nerve ending in my body screaming for more. My chest heaved as I gasped for air, and looking at him, he didn’t seem to be any more in control than I was.
But that was just the beginning. No single kiss was going to quench the thirst burning inside me. I continued on my quest brazenly; well, at least for me.
I slid my hands under his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head.
“What are you doing?” he asked breathlessly, but not trying to stop me.
I smiled at him.
“We won’t know for sure that the washer is fixed until we run a test load through. I’m just using your clothes for the test load,” I explained, attempting to appear innocent and nonchalant, but knowing that I was failing terribly.
I put his t-shirt in the washer, proceeded to unzip his jeans, then pushed them to the floor, only to leave him standing there in his pink boxers.
I grinned and couldn’t help but ask the question.
“So, are you ‘gay’ or ‘confident in your sexuality’?”
“I’m not gay,” he said slowly, enunciating each word to ensure that I got the full meaning. “If you’d like to find out how confident I am …,” he started and then trailed off, his eyes never leaving mine for a moment; the question hanging between us.
I swallowed thickly. I knew that we were about to pass the point of no return.
“I’d love to find out, but I’m not sure that I’m a fan of pink boxers. At least not while you’re wearing them.”
I congratulated myself on my ambiguous statement. How would he interpret it? With the emphasis on the ‘you’ or on the ‘wear’? Would he assume that I liked pink boxers on others, but not on him, or would he realize that I just didn’t like anything that kept him covered?
His eyes held mine, obviously contemplating my meaning.
“Then maybe you should take them off,” he suggested.
I gulped. But he didn’t need to ask twice. I’d wanted to see him naked since the first time I’d laid eyes on him. I slipped my hands in the waistband and slid them over his hips until they dropped to the floor.
He was a magnificent specimen of manhood, and his interest in the proceedings was blatantly obvious. I was amazed that he seemed so comfortable with his nakedness, and I couldn’t help but feast my eyes on him. But all that did was make me even more aware of the ache building between my own legs. I wasn’t sure how to proceed.
I’d already been bolder with him than I’d ever been before.
“I like them much better now that they are off,” I muttered, starting to feel embarrassed.
I wanted this; I wanted him, so much. But how was I to know if he felt the same?
Ryan could obviously sense my hesitation and he stepped in to fill the void.
“I’m afraid that most of mine are pink now, but I’d be happy not to wear them when I’m around you,” he offered.
I blushed.
“I’d like that,” I replied meekly, the thought of Ryan going commando at home doing nothing to settle my rapidly beating heart.
“I think that we need a few more clothes for the washer, otherwise it won’t be a real test,” he suggested, as he quickly joined in the game and rid me of my clothing.
This obviously wasn’t the first time that he’d stripped a female bare. He did it with well-practiced ease, in what had to be record time.
We were both completely naked as he started the machine. Then he turned to me, a knowing smile on his face. There was only one possible outcome for this game.
That first time, with me sitting on top of the newly fixed washing machine, we didn’t make love. It was complete lust. Quick, hard, fast.
But the next time ... a short time later, in my bed, we did make love. It was sweet, tender, and even more mind blowing.
I realized then why I went to the laundromat rather than call someone to fix it.
I was waiting for the right repairman.
Who knew that he would have pink boxers?
And who knew that I’d have a new favorite color?
loracj and
beachtree for all their help.
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC, Ryan or Benjamin McKenzie (unfortunately)
Story: A little something for
cheekymice. Hope this puts a smile on your face.
“So you just need something for you?”
“Uh huh. Do you have any ideas?” he asked.
I would have sworn that he was as aware of the double entendre as I was. And boy, did I have ideas where this guy was concerned.
“Well ...” I started.
My mind was frantically trying to think of any good reason not to ask. I knew what my parents would say. I knew what my friends would say. They’d all disagree with me.
But there was something about this guy.
Something special.
“Well?” he asked, prompting me to continue.
“Well,” I started again and gave a shrug. I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. But then I wasn’t really sure what idea I wanted to give him.
“Well?” he prompted again. This time he was smiling at me. He was obviously aware of my inner struggle and I wonder if he knew what I was about to suggest.
“Have you ever thought about sharing an apartment?” I asked.
There, the question was out there. I breathed a small sigh of relief at finally making the decision to ask. Now I just had to wait for the answer.
“Not with Seth,” he said firmly.
I wasn’t sure if he was just playing with me, or whether he genuinely didn’t understand.
“No. With me. I have a two bedroom apartment a couple of blocks away and I’ve been thinking about getting a roommate to help offset the cost,” I explained.
He didn’t need to know that I’d only been thinking about getting a roommate for the last five minutes. Ever since I’d known that he was looking.
He gave me a long, slow smile and I couldn’t help but think that he could see straight through me. I was never going to make it as a lawyer if I was so easy to read.
“It sounds great, but maybe I could look at it before I commit myself?” he asked, as the grin on his face forced me to blush.
Exactly what did he want to look at? And exactly how much was I prepared to show him? My imagination was working overtime now.
“Of course. You can come by whenever it’s convenient and have a look,” I answered.
“What are you doing when your laundry’s done?” he asked, smiling, as if he already knew the answer. It wasn’t as if I was about to go out on the town toting my laundry bag with me.
“Going home,” I answered.
“Well then, there’s no time like the present,” he said with a smile and a shrug of his shoulders.
I couldn’t help but return his smile, as my toes curled in expectation.
“Okay. I’ll even make you a cup of coffee,” I offered.
“How could I say no to an offer like that?” he replied, and the smile on his face made my heart flutter.
He was coming home with me.
---
“Hi Mom, how are things at home?” I asked.
I’d decided that I’d waited long enough to make the call. Nothing was going to change - except to get better, so they might as well know.
“We’re fine. How are things in the big city?” she asked excitedly.
“Good.”
“Good? That’s not really the answer I was hoping for. Couldn’t you be a little more specific? Or am I going to have to wait until I come for a visit? How’s the new apartment? Are you all settled? Do you need anything else for it?”
“Actually, that’s part of the reason I’m calling. I just wanted to let you know that when you do come to visit, you’ll need to let me know beforehand so that I can make a reservation at a nearby hotel for you.”
“What happened with us staying in your spare room?” Mom asked, surprised.
“I decided to take in a roommate to help with the costs,” I explain.
“Oh, darling,” Mom replied, sounding disappointed, and I felt a little guilty. “If money’s a problem, you know that your father and I would help out,” she offered.
“It’s not a problem,” I assured her. “I’m managing just fine. Ryan was looking for a place to stay and I had a spare room. It seemed silly not to take advantage of the opportunity.”
“Ryan? A man? You’re sharing your apartment with a man?” Mom asked, sounding shocked.
“He’s my age, Mom. Just fresh out of college too. He’s an architect,” I explain, wanting to reassure her. It was better if she thought of him as a child, like she did me. Although nothing could be further from the truth. Ryan was indeed, all man.
I waited a few moments as she pondered the news.
“As long as he doesn’t take advantage of you,” my mother responded.
I hesitated before answering.
If anyone had taken advantage, it had been me. We’d lasted a whole two nights together under the same roof before the sparks had ignited and I’d jumped him. Of course, he’d returned the favor and jumped me in the shower the next morning, so we were currently even.
“He’s been a thorough gentleman,” I replied. And he had been. He’d always waited until he’d gotten me off before he let himself go.
“What happens if you don’t get along?” Mom asked.
She knew how difficult I’d found it sharing a room in college. But this was entirely different.
“It’s not always that easy to find someone that’s the right fit for you,” she pointed out.
I struggled not to laugh out loud. Taken literally, Mom’s suggestion was quite indecent. Ryan was indeed, well endowed, but he wasn’t so large that I couldn’t accommodate him. If there was one thing that I knew for certain, it was that we ‘FIT’ just fine.
“We get along, Mom. We get along really well,” I stressed. In truth, we got along more than well, and I couldn’t see that changing.
It had only been four days since he’d moved in, but I hoped that it would never end. I suspected that by the time my parents came to visit, we would have given up the charade of having separate bedrooms and would be sharing the larger of the two rooms. But even then, I didn’t think that I wanted to be sharing the apartment with my parents. It would mean that I would have to forgo the pleasure of watching Ryan walking around after his shower with just a towel loosely tied around his hips. That was a sight that I wasn’t prepared to miss out on, even for just a few days.
“If you’re sure dear. But just be careful,” she warned.
“I will, Mom,” I replied. Her caution reminded me that I needed to take my contraceptive pill before I went to bed. “I have to go now. Ryan will be home soon and it’s my turn to cook dinner.”
“Don’t you go doing everything for him. You’ll wear yourself out, just like I did with your father.”
“Don’t worry, Mom. Ryan’s made dinner every night so far and he’s a bit of a neat freak. So he cleans up after me. I just figured it was my turn to do something for him tonight.”
“If you say so,” Mom replied, still not sounding convinced about my new living arrangement.
“I do say so. Plus, it’s nice to have some company at night. I was feeling a little lonely on my own. It’s nice to be able to come home and talk to someone about my day.”
“I guess that I can understand that,” Mom said, finally agreeing that maybe having someone to share with wasn’t such a bad idea. “But you could have always called us if you wanted to talk.”
“I know. But it’s not quite the same as having someone here to share things with.”
“I guess so. But if it doesn’t work out, you need to promise me that you’ll get rid of him.”
“Okay. I promise,” I say, knowing that I can’t imagine that ever happening.
---
I began to assemble the salad knowing that Ryan would be home shortly.
I couldn’t believe how quickly we had fallen into a routine. I’d always found things about my college roommates that annoyed me. Living with someone else could be difficult. But nothing annoyed me about Ryan. Nothing at all. I couldn’t wait to see him. To touch him. To taste him.
I smiled, thinking back to the night I’d jumped him.
He’d moved in that Monday evening and the sparks had flown even just with conversation.
Tuesday evening was more of the same, but during the course of the evening, I’d mentioned that the washing machine didn’t work, which explained my visit to the laundromat. He’d promised to have a look at it.
Wednesday evening, I was held up at work and got home a little late, only to find that he’d already fixed the washing machine. But when he showed me proudly what he had done, he surprised me.
“I went to fix the dryer too, but it already works,” he pointed out.
“I know,” I replied quickly, then realized what I’d said. I hoped that he wouldn’t put two and two together. But of course he was good with numbers; he was bound to figure it out.
“If your dryer worked, then why did you dry your clothes at the laundromat on Friday night instead of bringing them home to dry here?”
I blushed and hung my head, knowing that my infatuation with him was about to be exposed.
“I wanted to keep talking to you. It was better than coming home and being alone,” I explained.
I figured that having him feel sorry for me being lonely had to be better than telling him I wanted to jump his bones even then.
“So anyone would have been worth staying for? I just happened to be the guy in the laundromat at the time?”
“You know that’s not true,” I said, looking deeply into his eyes, and the look I saw reflected there gave me the strength to continue, “I thought you were special.”
“And I thought that you were special,” he admitted, never taking his eyes from mine.
I moved a little closer, wanting to close the gap between us, but scared at the same time. He lived with me now. What would happen if it didn’t work out?
I’d spent the last two nights barely sleeping, thinking about him on the other side of the wall. The smouldering look between us was threatening to ignite. My brain wanted to take things slow, but my body couldn’t be denied any longer, so it took over.
“How special?” I asked, closing the remaining gap between us, raising my mouth to his, wanting to taste the answer.
It was all I had hoped it would be. I have no idea how long that first kiss lasted, but by the time we broke apart, I was completely breathless, every nerve ending in my body screaming for more. My chest heaved as I gasped for air, and looking at him, he didn’t seem to be any more in control than I was.
But that was just the beginning. No single kiss was going to quench the thirst burning inside me. I continued on my quest brazenly; well, at least for me.
I slid my hands under his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head.
“What are you doing?” he asked breathlessly, but not trying to stop me.
I smiled at him.
“We won’t know for sure that the washer is fixed until we run a test load through. I’m just using your clothes for the test load,” I explained, attempting to appear innocent and nonchalant, but knowing that I was failing terribly.
I put his t-shirt in the washer, proceeded to unzip his jeans, then pushed them to the floor, only to leave him standing there in his pink boxers.
I grinned and couldn’t help but ask the question.
“So, are you ‘gay’ or ‘confident in your sexuality’?”
“I’m not gay,” he said slowly, enunciating each word to ensure that I got the full meaning. “If you’d like to find out how confident I am …,” he started and then trailed off, his eyes never leaving mine for a moment; the question hanging between us.
I swallowed thickly. I knew that we were about to pass the point of no return.
“I’d love to find out, but I’m not sure that I’m a fan of pink boxers. At least not while you’re wearing them.”
I congratulated myself on my ambiguous statement. How would he interpret it? With the emphasis on the ‘you’ or on the ‘wear’? Would he assume that I liked pink boxers on others, but not on him, or would he realize that I just didn’t like anything that kept him covered?
His eyes held mine, obviously contemplating my meaning.
“Then maybe you should take them off,” he suggested.
I gulped. But he didn’t need to ask twice. I’d wanted to see him naked since the first time I’d laid eyes on him. I slipped my hands in the waistband and slid them over his hips until they dropped to the floor.
He was a magnificent specimen of manhood, and his interest in the proceedings was blatantly obvious. I was amazed that he seemed so comfortable with his nakedness, and I couldn’t help but feast my eyes on him. But all that did was make me even more aware of the ache building between my own legs. I wasn’t sure how to proceed.
I’d already been bolder with him than I’d ever been before.
“I like them much better now that they are off,” I muttered, starting to feel embarrassed.
I wanted this; I wanted him, so much. But how was I to know if he felt the same?
Ryan could obviously sense my hesitation and he stepped in to fill the void.
“I’m afraid that most of mine are pink now, but I’d be happy not to wear them when I’m around you,” he offered.
I blushed.
“I’d like that,” I replied meekly, the thought of Ryan going commando at home doing nothing to settle my rapidly beating heart.
“I think that we need a few more clothes for the washer, otherwise it won’t be a real test,” he suggested, as he quickly joined in the game and rid me of my clothing.
This obviously wasn’t the first time that he’d stripped a female bare. He did it with well-practiced ease, in what had to be record time.
We were both completely naked as he started the machine. Then he turned to me, a knowing smile on his face. There was only one possible outcome for this game.
That first time, with me sitting on top of the newly fixed washing machine, we didn’t make love. It was complete lust. Quick, hard, fast.
But the next time ... a short time later, in my bed, we did make love. It was sweet, tender, and even more mind blowing.
I realized then why I went to the laundromat rather than call someone to fix it.
I was waiting for the right repairman.
Who knew that he would have pink boxers?
And who knew that I’d have a new favorite color?