This is a follow-up to JBKAF Productions' The Chinos and The Chino. It is a collaboration of authors from two continents, Brandywine421 and Elzed – aka Transatlantica. The first stories in this series were written by Joey51 and Brandy but real life commitments and other pursuits have caused Jo to sit this one out. She is here in spirit. Elzed has taken up partnership with Brandy for the collaboration here which will follow the adventures of Ryan and Kimmie (we heart Kimmie) as their life in Newport moves onward.
For your reading pleasure, you'd best read The Chinos first (available on ). It will make more sense.
DISCLAIMER: We do not own anything OC related. Kimmie, on the other hand, is all ours and JBKAF Productions.
Chapter 1: Welcome to the poolhouse"Hey, Chino. Where're you running off to? Got a hot date with Luke?"
I'd been catching hell since Luke came to visit last week. Chip and his clones had been muttering under their breath but today was the first time they'd had the balls to say something to my face.
"Come on, Ryan," Seth says quietly, giving me a worried look. "We have to get to class." He's right. No fighting, fighting is wrong, I can control myself. I can walk away.
"You better go, your boyfriend's getting pissed," Chip laughed.
I turn and meet his gaze for a long moment. I spit at his feet. "Fuck you." I know I should walk away but after Mary's 'I've met someone else' voicemail last night and Sandy's bulletin about my mother washing up in Reno and calling him for bail, I don't think I can walk away.
"Ryan, come on, don't..." Seth urges, putting his hand on my arm as Chip faces me down. I vaguely register a crowd gathering around us.
"You gonna let your little faggot boy boss you around?" Chip whispers as he towers over me.
"You better get out of my face..." I mean it. He's too close. He's in my personal space.
"You really want to go?" He growls.
I pull my arm out of Seth's grasp and punch the punk in the face before he can swing. I let my fists take over as he starts to make contact with me and we both end up on the sidewalk, swinging.
When the Coach's hands pull me off the bitch, we're both bloody and breathless. But he's worse off than me. I got a couple of good ones in. And he's a soft Newport kid. He hasn't been in any real fights.
"Goddammit, boys, it's not even nine a.m. yet..." Coach Jenkins curses. "Chip, go to my office. Now." He turns to me. "Dr. Kim's expecting you."
I don't answer him as Seth pulls me to my feet.
"You all right?"
"Yeah...yeah..." I wipe my hands on my jeans, my knuckles are swelling already.
"What's going on with you today? Chip talks shit all the time..." His eyes are laced with concern as he shoulders my bag and holds my arm tightly, leading me to a step where I can sit down. I check myself for injuries. Yeah, I'll be bruised but nothing too serious.
"What happened? Fuck, Chino..." Summer arrives and immediately joins Seth beside me.
"He got into it with Chip," Seth explains.
"He's such an ass," she mutters.
"I'm sorry, Seth. He just pissed me off..." I don't know why I'm apologizing to Seth, but I feel like I have to. I'm supposed to be mature and able to control my 'anger' now and I shouldn't have gone after Chip. But it felt good to give that bitch a taste of his own medicine. Now I just have to accept the consequences.
"I'll call Dad," Seth says, letting me out of the conversation that I know is coming. "You better get to the office before Dr. Kim comes looking for you."
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"Late again, Kimmie?" The stupid receptionist asks me when I sit down in the chair in the empty lobby. I hate her. I pull out my notebook and try to finish the history questions while I wait for Dr. Kim.
This school doesn't suck but I'm definitely no a favorite of the teachers, I'm in this office at least once a week.
Dr. Kim hasn't taken much of a liking to me either after my little rendezvous with Ryan Atwood.
He's a hunky perk of moving here. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with that little hottie.
I haven't really made many friends here, I've been accepted into the 'popular' clique but those girls are a little too snobby even for me. There's only so much I can take.
I really miss Jay but he's away at college and despite our emotional commitment, we're both unfaithful. But Jay and I are committed and none of our flings mean anything. We love each other and as soon as I graduate, I'm going to be with him.
And Ryan's the only distraction I've found here that works for me.
But his little watchdog, Summer, hasn't let me near him in weeks. His brother is always beside him, almost like he needs a chaperone.
I'll never understand why teachers send tardy kids to the office just so they can miss more class while waiting for a reprimand.
The receptionist stands up and walks over to me. "Don't move. Dr. Kim will be right with you."
I stick my tongue out at her retreating back as she exits, leaving me alone.
I try to focus on my homework but I can't. Stupid office.
The door opens and Ryan steps in. He looks damn good, but he always does, until I see the blood on his chin and his swelling eye. He's been in a fight.
"Hey. You okay?"
"Kimmie," he nods at me. He sits down and leans his head back against the wall. I guess that's the only greeting I'm going to get.
Holly and the girls said he was a bad boy. I can never get the whole story, they're scared of Summer's protective wrath, I think, but I know he has a history of being violent. But loyal, too.
I get up and go to sit beside him and pull a Kleenex from my fully stocked backpack. I try to keep supplies always at hand.
"Kimmie, what..."
"You're bleeding," I say as I press the tissue against his lip. He flinches slightly at my touch. He never flinched in bed, but he's nervous now.
"Sorry," He apologizes immediately, letting me dab at his mouth.
"Jumpy." Like he's unaccustomed to a kind touch. Or not. I'm just remembering the battle scars I'd seen during our encounters.
"What are you in for?" he asks.
"Late to class. You?" As if I don't know already.
"Ran into an asshole before my coffee," he replies with a sigh. His voice is damn sexy even when he's barely using it.
"Ouch." His lip's not bleeding anymore so I lower my hand and ignore his discomfort as I examine him. Black eye forming on the right, bruise on opposite cheek and his neck is red. I pull up his shirt to see if his chest is bruised. Poor guy.
"Ryan? Kimmie? It's too early for this kind of thing..." Dr. Kim gasps.
"No, it's not like..." I start.
"I don't care. You're both suspended. Just go home. I'll call your parents." The dean is flushed. "I've never..."
"Dr. Kim..." I attempt again.
"I'll see both of you in my office at 7:00 tomorrow morning and I expect a little more respect...and restraint..." She slams the door to her office.
"Shit..." Ryan whispers.
"Yeah..."
I glance at him to see if he's mad but he's laughing quietly. I can't help but join him. He puts an arm around me.
"Sorry, man."
"It's okay," He sighs, his smile gone when I glance over again. "At least I'm not on probation anymore."
"Probation?" There's obviously a lot to this kid.
"Don't worry, I'm reformed," he mutters. "Let's go before she comes out again. I'll walk you to the parking lot."
I give him a smile. He's so sexy and mysterious today. "We do have all day free, now." I'd love to take him home and fuck him crazy...
"Oh no," he says, standing up and raising his hands. "I'm in enough trouble."
He's right. If I hadn't been all in his face when Dr. Kim came out, we probably wouldn't be suspended. I follow him out of the door into the hallway.
"So. You're going to get in trouble?" As attractive and sexy as he is, I'm trying to focus on getting to know him a little. He's piqued my curiosity.
"I'm not supposed to fight," he says as we walk.
"Isn't that a given?"
He shrugs. He doesn't smile.
"You should have coffee before you leave the house," I say, trying to get a smile. He's too broody today, he looks almost sad and I don't like it.
He has a slight sparkle in his eye when he glares at me and I can't hide my smile. I stop beside my car. "This is me."
"I guess I'll see you in the morning for our punishment," he murmurs. He's moodier than I'd originally thought. The flash of humor has left already and he's back to being unreadable.
"Where's your car?"
"Summer brought us today. I'm walking."
"Hop in," I offer. Like I'm going to let him walk?
He raises an eyebrow at me and I catch the question in his eyes.
"I'm just giving you a platonic ride home, stud."
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"Nice place," Kimmie says, following me into the house. The ride home had been totally 'platonic' as she put it and I feel like I'm expected to invite her in. I'm in so much trouble already; spending time with Kimmie is refreshing before my inevitable fate. She's keeping my mind off my mother and off Mary's cryptic message. I don't know if I'm supposed to call her or what.
But Kimmie looks good. Sexy as hell and she keeps looking at me like she wants to jump my bones. I've been avoiding eye contact as much as I can, but she's persistent. I just hope I can hold out until she gets tired of spending 'platonic' time with me.
"Where's your room?" She asks.
"Poolhouse. I mean, I stay in the poolhouse." It's interesting that she's been at Harbor for over 2 months and she's not privy to the gossip about me. Maybe I'm not as gossip-worthy as last year.
She's clearly confused. "So. You're not Seth's brother?"
"No. It's complicated. His family took me in when I got into some trouble." I suck at explaining this. I'd thought it'd get easier but it never does.
"Are you, like, his cousin or something?"
"No. We're not related."
She's staring at me. I open the refrigerator and offer her a bottle of water. She takes it but continues to wait for me to answer.
"I got arrested and Seth's Dad was my lawyer. Now he's my guardian."
"You don't have a family?"
A Dad and brother in jail and a mother that's currently drying out in a jail cell in Reno.
"Sorry. I was just curious..." She seems genuinely sorry for asking. I must have let my emotions show.
"No, no, it's fine. I do have a family, they're just...they have some problems. My mom kicked me out and I didn't have anywhere to go so I called Mr. Cohen. I'm sure the girls at school can fill you in."
"That sucks, Ryan. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. The Cohens are basically my family now." It's true and I'm finally comfortable enough with my place here to say it.
"So, can I see your room?"
"Shouldn't you get home? I mean, don't you think your parents will..."
"My parents are in Massachusetts. Or Vermont. Some place where it's cold and boring. They won't be back until Thursday or something," she says. "So, I'm bored."
Uh oh. "Kimmie..."
"No sex, but...do you mind if I hang out a while? I mean..."
"Sure." I don't mind. I haven't made any new friends lately. Seth and Summer hang out with me a lot and Luke's visit was actually pretty cool but other than them and my phone calls from Teresa and Marissa, I'm a loner. "Come on, I'll show you my room."
She follows me out of the kitchen to the poolhouse and immediately sits down on my bed and stretches out. "Smells good..."
"Kimmie."
"Sorry, sorry," She smiles sweetly. "So. You live here. With all the windows."
"I can close the blinds," I offer.
"It's okay. I was just curious. You seem like a shy sort of guy," She says. I sit down beside her on my bed.
"Well, beggars can't be choosers."
"Really?" Her eyes are sparkling and I know what she's thinking. I'm thinking it, too. I'd like a little mindless sex to distract me...but I can't. I haven't slept with anyone since our little encounter in the closet since Mary wanted to wait but I have to stay strong. No more casual sex for me.
"Hey. So, I thought you were dating some girl, what's up with that?"
"I think it's over."
She runs her fingernails up my arm, seductively. "What kind of girl would toss you out?"
"I don't know." I haven't even told Seth about Mary's phone call. I haven't told anyone.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm just not cut out to be a boyfriend."
She smiles at me before she starts to kiss me. Before I can stop her, she's straddling me and pulling at my clothes.
I'm just a guy, there's only so much I can take. I reach under her shirt and unclasp her bra.
Kimmie's breasts are really a sight for sore eyes. And my eyes are sore, today. Especially my right one.
"I knew you'd come around..." she whispers.
She unbuttons my shirt and traces the outline of my bruises with her manicured nails. Her touch gives me goose pimples and I can feel the last dregs of my resolve evaporating. She is so fucking. Unbelievably. Hot. And Mary – well, Mary would test the patience of a saint because, damn, she did not give anything away. And I had enough of this with Marissa.
So, Kimmie, welcome to the pool house.
She slides her hand south and tackles the top button of my jeans and I realize then and there that I don't care about the casual sex thing, or about being strong, or about any of the shit I promised Seth or Summer or anyone.
She cannot be resisted, and I'm not even going to try. Because she has the nimblest fingers I have ever come across, and I'm being literal there.
"Holy shit," I gasp as her hand slips into my boxers. And she smiles before she dips her head down and Jesus how could I forget how much she liked giving head. This is going to be brief unless...
"Kimmie, " I croak, tugging on her hair. She looks up at me, and fucking smiles, all the while doing something complicated and completely mind-blowing with her tongue. I am definitely not going to last. It's been too damn long.
Just as I'm entering the home stretch, she lets go with a big smirk, and it's all I can do not to cry out in frustration. Must stay in control.
"So, big boy," she says, licking her lips. "Think you're ready for some action?" And she slips a condom she pulled out of nowhere onto me (man, Kimmie is one slick operator) before pulling off her panties and straddling me again.
I don't know where I got the notion that not sleeping with her was a good idea. Frankly, sex with her is the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. I just have to hold on for long enough to make it worthwhile for her. And it's not going to be easy because, whoa, Kimmie!Must concentrate. Must keep going. Fuck, she looks hot with that look on her face. Must focus. Oh hell, I 'm getting to the point of no return...
...
Well, that was something. Good thing Marissa no longer lives next door. Because Kimmie – well, let's just say that she likes to broadcast the fact that she's having a good time. And apparently, just now, she had a very good time."Hey, stud. Admit you missed me," she murmurs into my ear. Her breath tickles. I can't deny it. I have missed her. I smile into her neck.
I can already feel myself thinking about how we can sneak more of this past my entourage. Because when Summer and Seth find out about Mary, I'm going to be back in their sights. God forbid they should try to find me another date. I don't think I could survive another round of blind dates.
But this, this is cool. I can relax with Kimmie. In fact, I feel so comfortable I might just let myself rest for a few minutes.
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I'm such a bad person. Ryan's a genuinely sweet guy and I just lost control of myself and ravished him. I know he doesn't mind, but he's clearly trying to change his life and I'm too impulsive to stop myself. I just couldn't take another minute of his sexy-ass voice and expressive blue eyes without having to take his clothes off.
He's asleep, naked, beside me. I know I should go, but I want to apologize again before I go home to my empty house. He doesn't talk much so lying beside him while he's sleeping isn't that much of a change. He's just sort of nice to have around. And the sex. Is. Unbelievable. I'm surprised the neighbors aren't calling.
A cell phone's ringing startles him from his nap and he sits up immediately.
"Where's that coming from?" he asks, reaching across me to search his discarded clothes for his phone. His muscular arm is across my bare stomach and I can't resist squeezing his biceps. He gives me an amused glance before raising the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
He returns to his spot beside me as I sit up and start to get dressed.
"Seth, no, she sent me home...I'll tell you when you get home...your dad's pissed?" Ryan motions behind him and I realize that he's showing me the bathroom.
"Thanks," I whisper, kissing his cheek impulsively. I can hear Seth's voice chattering in his ear.
"What am I doing? Nothing, I was going to take a nap while I wait..." Ryan says as I close the door to his bathroom.
His 'room' is sparsely decorated; I've never seen a teenager's room be this clean and organized. His bathroom is no exception. A brush, a razor, a toothbrush and a small container of deodorant is all that sets on his bathroom sink. I give in to my female instincts and open the medicine cabinet. Tylenol, ibuprofen, a set of tweezers and fingernail clippers are all that I find. He can't possibly be this dull. It doesn't look like he lives here at all. I open the cabinet under the sink. Jackpot. Behind the towels is a half-full bag of weed. Hmm. He doesn't look the stoner kind.
Maybe he's just a simple kind of guy. But from what little I've learned today, I'd have to say he has some baggage underneath all that silence.
I wonder if next time he'd like to share a smoke before we fall into bed. If there is a next time, that is...
I clean myself up and get dressed again before stepping out. He's got his pants on now but he's shirtless and I give myself a moment to admire his hard body before he pulls a wife beater over his head.
"Hey, stud."
"Hey."
"Everything all right?"
"Yeah. Seth says that his dad is pretty pissed off but he won't be home until after seven. Kirsten, Seth's mom, is on the way home, though," he says.
I sit down on the bed beside him and kiss him on the shoulder. "I'll get out of here before she sees me." He hesitates and looks at me like he's unhappy with my words.
"Your parents aren't home. If you want to hang out...with clothes on, you can. At least until she gets here."
It's really nice that he offers. But I won't do that to him. Not after ruining his day today.
"Thanks. I'll see you in the morning for our conference with the Dean. Hope I didn't get you into too much trouble."
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