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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_OC
  Relationship:
      Seth_Cohen/Ryan_Atwood
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-11-16 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1794
****** Call of the Wild ******
by misspamela
Seth was pretty sure that Ryan didn't carry a gun. But hey, you never knew,
right? Because that dude was mysterioso, man. A muy mysterioso criminal, in
fact. So maybe Seth shouldn't have gone back to the model home after Marissa
dropped him off. Ryan could think he was a burglar and like, pop him with his
nine or something.
Seth stood outside the door, peeking in at the tent for just a minute too long,
maybe, because the next thing he heard was Ryan saying, "In or out, Cohen."
"Hey! Hey, man!" Seth looked around to make sure nobody was watching and walked
into the room.
Ryan stuck his head out of the tent. "I thought you went home with Marissa."
"Yeah, well, I thought that you might want, um, I don't know. Company. Or
something. I couldn't sleep."
Ryan leaned back and pulled the tent flap open. Seth crawled inside. Okay,
obviously Ryan wasn't having trouble sleeping. He was still half in the
sleeping bag, his hair slightly sticking up on one side, and he wasn't wearing
pants. Just underwear. Not that Seth was looking at his underwear. Because
looking at another guy's underwear in a tent was one of those things that you
didn't do. "So, what're you up to?" he asked. Smooth, Cohen. Like HELLO, he's
sleeping.
Raising his eyebrows and looking pointedly around the tent, Ryan just said,
"Um. Sleeping?"
"Right, of course. I, uh, interrupted you." Seth wrapped his arms around his
legs and stared at Ryan. This was not going well.
Ryan freed his feet from the sleeping bag and unzipped it. "Here, give me a
hand."
"With what?"
"Well, you're not going back home at this time of night," Ryan smiled, a quick,
soft, rare smile, "on your skateboard." He handed one corner of the sleeping
bag to Seth and they spread it out on the tent floor.
"Hey, don't diss the board, man. I have skills." 
Ryan ducked his head and laughed softly. He never met anyone who laughed as
little as Ryan did. It just so happened that making people laugh �" even Ryan,
whether he wanted to or not--, was one of Seth's special talents. They were
totally meant to be friends.
"Okay, Tony Hawk," Ryan patted the sleeping bag. "bedtime." He turned off the
flashlight that was hanging from one of the equipment straps.
Seth flopped down, smacking his head on the one spot that wasn't covered in
sleeping bag. "Ow," he rubbed his head. "Well, it's not exactly tattoos and
hookers, but hopefully it's not, uh, our last night together, so it doesn't
really matter. I guess."
Ryan just made a muffled, amused sound. Seth couldn't see him clearly anymore.
Just the outline of his arms, locked behind his head. Seth had never slept this
close to anyone before. It was weird. And quiet. Too quiet. He opened his
mouth, not sure what to say. "You probably don't need hookers though. I'm
thinking that your virginity is, uh, pfffft." he made a whooshing gesture with
his hand," a distant memory."
"Yeah, pretty much." Seth had the feeling that Ryan was smiling again. And
maybe laughing a little, on the inside. "I lost just about every virginity you
could think of before I was sixteen."
Seth sat up. "What? There are other kinds of virginity? Are you serious?" He
put one hand on Ryan's arm. "Give it to me straight, man. How much work do I
have cut out for me? Because I thought I just had to pop one cherry and be done
with it."
"Well, most people just lose the one virginity. Maybe two." Ryan was definitely
kind of laughing. Seth could feel it vibrating up his arm. His very muscle-
y bare arm. Very warm. Lots of skin. Seth was again not thinking about this.
Seth lay down again, not taking his hand off Ryan's arm. It was suddenly really
hot in the tent. "So, spill! I want stories! If I'm stuck here with no sex
life, I can at least live vicariously through yours."
Ryan shifted closer to Seth. Seth could feel the warmth coming off him.
Something �" something was happening and he didn't know what. His heart was
pounding in his throat. He felt like his hand was glued to Ryan's arm.
Apparently, whatever was happening somehow involved his dick, because that was
getting all sorts of interested too.
Ryan moved, but didn't shake off Seth's hand. He was facing Seth more, leaning
on one elbow. Seth still couldn't quite see his face in the shadows. "I don't
kiss and tell," Ryan said, softly.
"Oh." Seth didn't want him to stop talking, didn't want to stop…whatever this
was. "That's, um, too bad."
He could feel butterflies raging in his stomach. Okay, 'fess up, he told
himself. You were looking at his underwear. You are groping his arm. And you
totally know what's going on. Now or never, man. Seth took a deep breath. No
matter what, Ryan would still be his friend. He knew that.
Seth wasn't sure what kind of moves you made on guys, and he was pretty sure he
had no moves anyways, so he just said, "You could show me," and squeezed Ryan's
arm.
Ryan didn't hesitate, like Seth expected. He didn't ask "Are you sure" or say
"Fucking queer" or anything like that. He just reached out and held Seth's chin
for a moment, then, in the three seconds where Seth's heart stopped beating,
kissed him, hot and hungry and open-mouthed.
Seth gasped and tried his best to kiss back and keep up, but Ryan was moving
too fast, his mouth doing things that…wow. Seth just held on and ground against
him, hoping against hope that he wasn't going to come right then before any
kinds of virginities were lost. He slid his hands down Ryan's arms and around
his waist. He wanted to feel the muscles there, his abs; Seth didn't have abs.
He barely had muscles at all, not that Ryan seemed to mind, because Ryan's
hands were on his ass and Seth's hands were stroking Ryan's stomach and oh God,
Ryan pulled him closer, and Seth could feel…could feel, God, how hot and hard
Ryan was. One good thrust against Ryan, and Seth was shuddering, coming all
over their stomachs.
"Sorry," he gasped.
Ryan just kissed him again, panting softly. He shifted, and Seth could feel
that he was still really hard. Seth put his hand down there, and felt Ryan's
cock jerk under the fabric of his boxer-briefs. Seth grinned. He was the man.
He had the power. "I, uh. Whatever," Seth babbled. "Whatever you want."
"Anything?" Ryan whispered, his breath ghosting past Seth's ear, making him
shiver.
"Yeah. Anything." Seth gulped. He was up for the challenge. Nobody could say
that Seth Cohen wussed out on his virginity-losing, no sir.
Ryan rolled onto his back and pulled Seth on top of him. "I don't want to make
you do anything you don't want to do. So," he laced his hands behind his head.
"Do whatever you want." He panted slightly as he was talking, and Seth could
see the muscles of his arms flexing with the strain of keeping them still. Ryan
bit his lower lip and closed his eyes.
Seth was so stunned at this �" this feast of skin and muscle and bad-boy charm
spread out before him that he just sat there for a second with his mouth
hanging open, like a total moron. "O-okay," he stuttered. "Sure."
He started with kissing because he had been kissing Ryan Atwood for all of
maybe five or ten minutes now, and he considered himself an expert. Seth kissed
his mouth, his chin, the curve of the bicep where he had first put his hand
(which seemed kind of sappy, but Ryan didn't say anything). He kissed the other
arm, so it wouldn't feel left out, then he kissed his way down to the hard
ripple of Ryan's abs. Ryan sucked in his breath and jerked his hips, which made
Seth feel like, yay, he was on the right track now.
Seth kissed further down, running his tongue along Ryan's hipbone. Ryan made
another muffled noise that may or may not have been a moan.
Okay. So. Seth knew where all of this was heading, but now that he was there he
wasn't sure what to do. He tried to remember his accidental forays onto gay
porn sites when he was on one of his late-night Internet porn-and-masturbation
binges. Nope. Mind blanking.
He thought that maybe it was like kissing and it was definitely like, put up or
shut up time no matter what, so he just pulled Ryan's underwear down and…yeah,
okay, there was a cock that was not his own cock. Momentarily torn between awe
and jealousy, Seth just went for it as best he could. Seth tried licking and
sucking and �" oops! Not biting! �" all sort of other things that were making
Ryan writhe and definitely moan out loud, which was, in turn, making Seth
really, really hard again. He opened his mouth and sucked Ryan in and Jesus, he
was big and Seth was just about ready to give up and concede defeat when Ryan
choked out, "Stop, I'm gonna�"" So Seth backed off and wrapped his hand around
Ryan's cock and Ryan jerked and groaned Seth's name and came, hard, all over
Seth's hand. Seth reached down and fumbled with his pants, opening them enough
to shove his sticky hand down there and jack himself two times before keeling
over and adding to the mess.
Seth laughed. "I need a tissue or something."
He looked around, still shaking a little. Ryan lay there, panting, looking at
the top of the tent for a second before he composed himself enough to chuck a
t-shirt to Seth. "I need a smoke. I'll be back." Ryan pulled his wife-beater
off and swiped himself with it. He pulled on his shorts, levered himself up and
crawled out of the tent.
Seth cleaned himself off, pulled up his pants, and followed. "So, can I check a
virginity off my list?"
Ryan lit a cigarette and shot Seth a little sideways glance, not quite smiling.
"Yeah," he said. "Maybe a few."
"So…we're cool, right?" Seth fidgeted, playing with one of the tarps hanging
from the ceiling. "I mean, you're obviously cool. Cooler. Cooler than I am. But
I mean, you know, we're cool with each other, right?"
Ryan did that not-quite-smile thing again. He reached over to ruffle Seth's
hair, then he pulled him closer and gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"We're cool."
 
Seth grinned. They were definitely so cool together.
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