Ryan/Seth PWP

A/N: The boys aren't mine, story is fictional…blah blah. All usual disclaimers apply.


"Insatiable Insanity"

"I'm insane. Absolutely, positively, without a doubt insane. Why Jesus and Moses, WHY!"

Summer Roberts watched amused as Seth Cohen paced the length of her room, ranting and gesticulating madly. She was beginning to wonder if Seth remembered she was in the room.

"Set – "

"I mean, it's not like I've done anything particularly bad…well, wait," Seth contemplated, "There was that one time at Jonathan Feldstein's bar mitzvah when I –," Seth broke off suddenly, "Nevermind!" he mumbled.

Summer giggled, and Seth shot her a helpless look. "I told you I was insane! Why else would I be lusting over my adopted brother and be rambling like this?"

Summer's incredulous look betrayed her thoughts. "Seth, I hate to break it to you, but you always ramble like this."

"POINT NOT WITHSTANDING!"

"Seth, it's okay to like Ryan. Anyone could like Ryan. He is kind of hot, and he's got that whole –."

"STOP summer!" Seth shuddered, "Please. Dear holy daisies woman, I can't find him hot if you put your girly images in my head. Sheesh. Things like this could make me positively minty."

Summer choked back her laughter.

"What? I am not minty! I'm not!" Seth insisted.

Summer averted her gaze, still trying to stifle a giggle.

"Crap," Seth sighed, "Okay, fine! You win. I, Seth Cohen, am…decidedly minty. And you're mean. Couldn't you have at least let me have my delusion of hope?"

"Seth, you're in love with your adopted brother. There are no delusions left for you," Summer said pointedly, "Now, the question is, what are you going to do about it?"

"Um. Pretend none of this ever happened and go out and buy a nice sweater vest to commemorate?" Seth asked hopefully.

Summer rolled her eyes. "No. You're going to woo him," she stated with an exaggerated gesture.

"I'm going to what?"

"Just pay attention Cohen."


Three hours, six new outfits, a lesson in seduction and subtlety and a neater haircut later, Summer deemed Seth worthy or Ryan.

"Summer, I'm not really sure about all of this…"

"Seth, what's there to be unsure about? You look almost exactly the same. You rejected all of the drastically different looks!"

"No…not that part, the part where I have to tell Ryan. I'm not quite sure I can do that."

Seth looked so lost. Summer almost told him to just forget about it. She shook her head to clear her thoughts.

"Seth, my dad once told me that asking someone out is comparable to bungee jumping. It's like, when you're standing on the bridge, and you can't decide whether or not to jump because you're afraid you'll kill yourself, but you really, REALLY, want to jump –."

"Look Summer," Seth interrupted, "I'm not really sure how this applies…oh my gosh! Are you in love with Ryan and turning into a rambling, minty blob of insanity too?"

Summer rolled her eyes. "ANYWAY…the point was, there comes a time when you just have to jump, and hope for the best."

"Right. Jump, hope for the best. Got it."

Seth walked toward the door. Suddenly he sprinted back to Summer and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Promise me Summer that if this bungee jumping of which you speak happens to kill me, you'll take good care of Captain Oats. You have to explain to him that I've gone to that big comic book convention in the sky. But be careful, he's delicate so –."

Summer shoved him toward the door. "You. Out. Go get Ryan. Captain Oats will be in good hands."

"Are you sure, because if he needs me I'll –."

"Go!" Summer laughed.

He went.


Fifteen minutes later, standing in front of the pool-house door, Seth couldn't bring himself to go in. He just sat and stared, mumbling to himself. Unbeknownst to Seth, Ryan was not even in the pool-house. Ryan was walking towards him from behind. When he got close enough to see Seth's odd movement he slowed. Peeking aroundhim curiously, trying to figure out what Seth was looking at, he asked, "Seth, you all right man?"

Seth tumbled from the chair, all flailing limbs. A moment later his head popped up from below the chair. He attempted to act nonchalant. "Ryan! Hey! Nice, uh, um concrete down here. It's very…cement-like. It's uh, it's nice…yeah."

Ryan laughed and walked past Seth into the pool-house. "Come on."

Seth followed.

"Seth, was there something you wanted to talk about?"

Seth was unprepared to get to the point so quickly. "Uh. Um. Well, you see," Seth stuttered, stumbling over words for a good 30 seconds before Ryan held up a hand.

"Seth. Work was not good. It's late. If you don't have a point then please…"

"Have you ever been with a guy before?"

Ryan's look made Seth want to disappear into a hole. So far, Seth definitely did not like bungee jumping. He turned to leave. "Okay, you know what, um, I'm sorry…I shouldn't have asked because you know, it's um, none of my business. So I'm sorry again, and I'll just be going, um, so that a giant casserole of doom can swallow me up…all right, bye."

Ryan took a deep breath. "Yes."

Seth stopped dead in his tracks.

"A couple of times, back in Chino. Trey's friends. Mostly for money, so Trey could get drugs and shit."

Seth cautiously took a few steps closer to Ryan. "You like it?"

"When the guys were on the gentle side, sure. It's not bad."

"Could you, could you maybe…show me?" he whispered.

Ryan's eyes widened. "Seth…"

"Please."

Ryan shook his head. He knew he most definitely should not do this. It was so, so wrong. But Seth's tone of voice…to say it wasn't affecting him would be a lie. He sighed. Against his better judgment Ryan took a step forward and pressed his lips to Seth's.

Seth was shocked. He stood still for a moment. Finally, carefully, he returned the kiss.

Bliss. Seth was ecstatic. The upside down bungee jumper in his brain was cheering and he felt Ryan's hands touch his hips. Seth brought his own arms up around Ryan's neck as they kissed. Seth wasn't sure his night could get any better.

And then he felt it.

Ryan's tongue teasing his lips. He opened his mouth almost imperceptibly and Ryan's tongue slipped inside. Seth wasn't sure how long they stood like that, kissing insistently, tongues exploring. All he knew was that when Ryan pulled away, they were both breathless, and Ryan's eyes had turned a smoky shade of blue.

Ryan's mouth curved upward in a smile. That wasn't so bad. He would have to go against his better judgment more often.

Seth was sure he was grinning. His inner bungee jumper was still cheering. (Although by now he was getting a little lightheaded.)

"Dude, I love bungee jumping," Seth mumbled.

Ryan chuckled, bemused. "What?"

"Nothing Ryan."

And with that, Seth sealed his mouth to Ryan's once more. He had a feeling he was going to sleep well that night.