Love In Dispute

Seth watched from a convenient balcony on the 3rd floor of his house as Marisa ran towards her front door and Ryan turned away. His gaze followed as the handsome blond boy walked through their backyard, past the hot tub, into the pool house. He didn't hear what had been said, but the way Marisa reacted and the defeated trudge to Ryan's walk told him it hadn't gone well. Seth knew that Marisa had walked in on Ryan and Gabrielle, knew that Marisa had left in a rush with captain beefcake, aka Luke, and knew Ryan had been upset over it all. He could only assume Ryan had gone over to the Cooper's house to try and smooth it all over with Marisa, but whatever he said didn't seem to work.

Seth figure he might as well go down and see if Ryan was alright. He made his way through the house quietly, not wanting to disturb his parents, out through the back veranda, and past the pool. Reaching the small house in the back, he let himself in, not bothering to knock.

Ryan was sitting on the edge of the bed, in navy blue boxers and his trade mark white wife beater. His elbows were on his knees and his face was in his hands, he had a beaten look to him.

Seth walked over and sat down next to him on the bed. Ryan's head whipped up when he first felt the bed sag next to him. His first look was one of panic when he brought his head from his hands, then helpful as he turned, but when his eyes settled on Seth, he just looked disappointed and sad, his eyes glassy and lost. "Go away Seth." He mumbled gruffly, returning his head to his hands.

"Nah." Seth answered. "I like it here."

"I want to be alone." Came much muffled from Ryan's hands.

"Yeah, well I want Summer to proclaim her undying love to me in front of the varsity club, but we all want things we are never going to get." Seth responded.

Ryan let out a choked little noise; that Seth recognized but couldn't place.

Seth looked at Ryan worriedly. "Dude, what did she do to you?"

Seth watched Ryan stiffen. "Leave Seth." The words were so gruff, so strained; Seth wasn't sure how Ryan had gotten them out of his mouth.

"She chose Luke, didn't she?" Seth treaded carefully, hoping Ryan wouldn't take offense to how sympathetic his voice seemed to sound.

Ryan made another choking noise. "Seth…" But whatever else was part of that gruff plead, never made it out. He pulled one leg up on the bed and turned so he was facing the head of the bed. Removing his hands from his face, he pulled a tissue out of the box on the side table. He blew his nose and cleared his throat loudly.

"Ryan…" Seth tried to maneuver around to look at Ryan's face. "Are you crying?"

Ryan's shoulder's slumped then and Seth heard that choking noise for a 3rd time and it clicked. Ryan wasn't crying.

And he was fighting like hell to keep it that way.

Seth didn't know what he should do. He could do as Ryan asked and leave him alone, but who really wanted to be alone when they were feeling so rotten? Well, that might just be him… Ryan might be different. He wondered if he should go get his Dad or Mom, maybe they could find out what was wrong. Maybe this wasn't about Marisa, maybe it was about his mom, or his brother. Maybe he was sick or…

"This is about Marisa right? You're not sick or hurt or something? Should I get mom or dad?" Seth asked nervously.

"No! No!" Ryan croaked. "I…I… I don't want to bother them with this. They already do so much for me. I don't want them to know…"

"Know about what?"

"This…" He gestured to himself. "They've given me everything. I don't want them to think I'm miserable."

"Are you miserable?"

Ryan finally turned to look at Seth then, a bit of an angry look overcoming the sadness. "What do you think?!? Look at me! My mother abandoned me! My father and brother are in jail! I've been reduced to a freaking charity case! Poor little chino boy living amongst the rich and the fabulous! Everyone here thinks I'm trash! You're my only friend! I get in more fights then a professional boxer! The only other friend I make comes to a party and shoots Luke!" He trailed off his rage. "Luke… and Marisa. Marisa, the one other person in this whole stinking place who was ever good to me… and she chooses Luke. She said I'm too late." And one of the tears he had been fighting so valiantly slipped down his cheek.

"Shit." Seth muttered, as he watched Ryan. "Oh shit."

"Just go away Seth." Ryan sounded downright pathetic. "Just go away and let me make a complete wuss of myself in private."

Seth wasn't leaving him, not like this. But he couldn't think of what to do. Telling him it was all going to be 'okay' would sound patronizing. Damn… he had no clue. If his mother was here, she would give Ryan a big hug, holding him for a while, talking everything through, just like she did for her real son. At least Seth figured she would do that for Ryan as well. But she wasn't here. There was only himself. Could he give Ryan a hug, hold him, get him to talk everything through? Didn't friend do that for their friends? Did guys do that for other guys? But Seth couldn't think of anything else to do. So he would have to. His mom would probably be the best person. But Ryan would probably never forgive him if he went and got her, telling her what was going on. So it would have to be him.

Ryan was staring up at the ceiling, trying to keep any other drops from falling, losing his patience in waiting for Seth to leave. But Seth wasn't leaving; he was inching towards him, looking clumsy and unsure of himself. "Seth…" He pleased, lowering his head and giving the dark haired boy a confused look.

But Seth didn't answer; instead he stopped moving once they were leg to leg, and reached his arms out towards Ryan. He wrapped them around the boy and tried to pull him close. Ryan went rigid and tried to pull away, but Seth held on. "Seth… what the fuck are you doing?!?"

Seth was stronger than he looked and taller than Ryan, so he was able to keep hold of the struggling blonde. "Just shut up and let me, okay?"

Ryan did stop struggling, just going limp in Seth's arms. "I just don't see the point."

"You don't have to see the point, just relax."

"Have you been listening to me? Do you really expect me to be able to relax?" Ryan was speaking over Seth's shoulder. He gave a shiver as Seth ran one of his hands down his back and had to bite his bottom lip to keep it from quivering.

"I was listening and you've been carrying around a lot of shit. I don't imagine you've been able to relax at all since you've been here. No wonder you're so freaking worked up. Just try to relax, okay? Otherwise you'll probably explode." Seth continued to rub his hand up and down Ryan's back, just like his mother always did to him. His hand ran over tight muscles and strong bones. Ryan had a nice back, he mused for a moment, the kind he wished he had.

"You sound like a freaking shrink. Been reading your high school psychology book a little too closely, heh?" Ryan whispered; a touch of angry sarcasm in his voice. "This is starting to hurt my back, can you let go now?"

"Are you feeling better?"

Ryan was about to lie and tell Seth yes. But he knew what Seth was trying to do and how it was just as awkward for him. He would admit it; it took a lot of guts for Seth to do what he was doing. "No… not really."

"Then no, I can't let go. But I guess we can shift, so it's more comfortable though." Seth answered, pulling away a little and adjusting his position.

"No not like…"

"Turn here…"

"That hurt worse…"

"Sit like that…"

"That's better… I guess…"

"Yeah that works."

The two boys arranged themselves so that Seth was sitting up straight with his back against the head of the bed. Ryan was sitting between Seth's legs, resting his one side against Seth's chest and trying hard not to rest his head on Seth's shoulder; where it could fall right now so comfortably. Seth's arms were back around him and he was once again rubbing his back. He finally gave in to temptation and rested his head. He found the shoulder surprisingly comfortable, more muscle than he expected, and not as bony. He went back to biting his lip, because being comfortable and relaxing seem to signal to his body that it was alright to break down.

And it wasn't.

"Ryan…" Seth started slowly; he was going to give this talking things through a chance. "You know your mom thought she was doing what was best for you. She figures you could be getting an opportunity here that you couldn't get in Chino. Money isn't everything, but it does mean better schools, safer neighborhoods, and more opportunities."

"It also means rich snobs who look down there plastic surgically altered noses at me." Ryan muttered; thinking of how people called him 'Chino' instead of Ryan and warned Seth's parents about adopting such riff raff. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly. He couldn't remember the last time other people's opinions mattered so much to him. It was just…

Mr. and Mrs. Cohen were trying so hard for him, putting so much faith in him and him making a life in this world. He had never had anyone do that for him before. He liked them very much and Seth too and… and… Well he didn't want to leave. He wanted it to work out here.

"That's going to take some time Ryan." Seth said softly; giving the shoulder that wasn't pressed against him a small squeeze. "The people around here are just going to have to get used to you. You've had kind of a rough start. The fights, the fire, the shooting. None of which was really your fault, actually if you think back on it, most of it was mine. But once you've been here a little longer, you'll see people will get to know you and start treating you like a human being. Like Luke did tonight, you two finally seemed to be able to have a conversation without coming to blows."

"Yeah, because I'm not a threat anymore. Marisa chose him." Ryan was choking on his words once more and was suddenly furious with himself when he felt a group of tears make their escape. As his face was mostly in Seth's shoulder; they were soaking into the boy's shirt and Ryan was now extremely embarrassed. He immediately tried to pull away.

Ryan could feel the dampness on his shirt and felt so bad for Ryan. He continued to hold on, not letting him break away. He was going to sound like the world's biggest hypocrite for saying what he was about to say, because he never believed in it himself, but for once, it sounded like the right thing to do. "Why don't you just let it out? You're going to hurt yourself forcing so hard to hold that in when it's fighting just as hard to get out."

Ryan couldn't answer. Nothing in his life was going the way he wanted it to. He was seconds from disgracing himself and he wanted to do it in private. It was all so frustrating. And being frustrated was not helping him right now. It just made the tears push even more stingingly at his eyelids. He wasn't going to let it all out; bawling like an infant would not make anything in his life better; it would just make him look more like a loser.

But it was no use; Ryan couldn't keep them back anymore. They went traveling from his eyes at due speed and he was unable to stop them.

Seth really had Ryan held tight now. They were pressed close and it was warm, despite the air conditioning going full blast in the pool house. Seth was rubbing Ryan's back in what he hoped was a soothing pattern. "You have me and mom and dad on your side Ry… and even if Marisa did choose Luke, just wait until she's over the shock of seeing you with Gabrielle, you two will be friends again. She really likes you, so even if she is going to keep dating Luke, she's still going to want to see you and hang out. Maybe she only made her decision because of what she saw. Maybe tomorrow she will wake up and come begging your forgiveness." Seth's shirt where Ryan's head lay was now way past just damp and was in all truth getting quite wet. The blonde boy wasn't making any noise, but Seth could see the tears coursing swiftly down his cheek when he looked at Ryan. At least he was letting some of the build up out. "Mom and Dad are behind you Ry; they'll take care of you. They won't ever abandon you. And no matter what, you'll always have me as a friend. I don't know if that means enough, or anything at all, but you do have the 3 of us here."

Ryan still wasn't talking or making any other noises as he cried. But instead of holding his arms in his lap, he had wrapped them loosely around Seth's waist and was almost hugging him back. Seth took that as a positive. "Tomorrow things will look better. You can talk to Marisa, maybe talk to mom and dad about this. You know… you know you can talk to them about anything, if you want to. They want to help. They want you to be happy and healthy and well adjusted and all that junk, so let them."

Ryan nodded against Seth, his face rubbing against the saturated shirt. All that sounded pretty okay… for tomorrow. But right now… right now he was getting a little tired. He yawned and unattached one of his arms from Seth; swiping at his soaked face. The tears were slowing to a near stop now. He took a deep, steadying breath. He did feel better. A tiny bit ashamed of his behavior, but better. A little less stressed, a little lighter, and strangely a lot safer. And definitely not so alone. "Thanks Seth." He said softly, looking up at Seth as he ran his hand over the wet spot. "Sorry about your shirt."

Ryan did sound better, but he looked like hell, blood shot eyes, blotchy drenched face. "It's no problem, any time." Seth said smiling down at him. Ryan returned a small smile, as he wiped his face up some more. Seth grabbed a tissue off of the nightstand and handed it to Ryan.

Seth looked down at the boy in his arms and realized he'd never held anyone before. This was kind of the way he had always dreamed of holding Summer. Of course holding Summer would be much different. It would be a delicate small frame against his chest instead of this strong muscular one. And he doubted Summer would be this warm. But it still would be nice; her tight little bottom pressed up against his crotch like Ryan's tight ass and hip was now. He'd probably be able to tilt his head just so and could kiss like that, comfortably for hours. If it was Summer in his lap, of course, not Ryan. If it was Summer he'd be getting a little tight in the jeans.

But it wasn't, it was Ryan, so he shouldn't be…

He couldn't be!

But he was.

Panicked, Seth tried to shift his hips further away from Ryan, but he was already against the head of the bed, so there wasn't anywhere for him to go. But if he stayed like this, Ryan would know… Ryan would feel.

Ryan did feel. In the last few minutes something had started growing hard and hot against his right hip. He wondered what was going through Seth's mind to cause this reaction, because it couldn't just be because they were sitting this close. Seth, Seth was straight. He was in love with Summer; obsessed. He wasn't gay, was he? Or… Ryan knew Seth was a virgin, maybe Seth didn't know what Seth wanted yet. The idea intrigued Ryan.

Ryan yawned and stretched; pulling away from Seth. "I'm tired, how about you?"

As soon as Ryan was out from between his legs, Seth snapped them together, dropping his hands down over the very apparent bulge in his pants. "Yeah, a bit. Maybe I better get back to the house and all. I mean if your okay, if not I can stay a bit longer."

Ryan turned his blood shot eyes towards Seth's slightly panicked ones. "You could stay tonight... I mean, if you wanted to." He swallowed his pride, half because he was still feeling a little shaken and oddly needy, something he couldn't remember ever feeling before. And half because he was interested in seeing what had Seth so 'Happy'.

Now, suddenly Ryan didn't want Ryan to be alone and Seth wanted Seth out of there.

"Are you sure? I mean you've had a rough night, you're tired. Don't you want to get some sleep?" Seth was searching.

"I can sleep with you here. Come on, we'll have a sleep over. I've already cried all over you about lost love, now we can paint each other's nails and curl our hair. Not that yours needs it." Ryan joked, amazing even himself that he could poke fun at what had him mortified just a short while ago.

"Damn, but I forgot my nighty." Seth tried to use his usual sarcasm. "Guess I can't." What was up with Ryan? Minutes ago the quiet boy had been miserable, crying on his shoulder. Now he was joking around? That was something that on average was out of character, but to be doing it right now...

"Just sleep in your underwear, I'm going to."

Seth had to admit defeat. Ryan obviously didn't want him to leave. He must still feel bad. How was he going to get rid of his problem though?

Bathroom.

Seth would just excuse himself to the bathroom. A quick little choke of the chicken and he'd be fine. "Yeah, alright, if you want me too. I'm just gonna run to the bathroom and get ready for bed."

Ryan watched as Seth jumped off of the bed and darted towards the bathroom, trying to keep his little problem hidden by his hand. Not that it looked all that little. Ryan was impressed to see that it was quite a large bulge. Ryan sat there wondering for a moment if Seth was larger than he was. He could always just go and take a look. He gave Seth a full 60 seconds alone in the bathroom before he walked in too.

"Whoa!" Seth shouted, stuffing himself back in his jeans. "I'm in here! Did you forget already? Talk about poor short term memory!"

Ryan gave a short laugh. "Dude, I gave ya a minute, how long does it take you to piss?"

Taking a piss wasn't the problem. Well it would have been if Seth had had to with that hard on, but pissing wasn't the issue. Seth had been trying to relieve another kind of pressure. "Still shoulda knocked." He muttered.

Ryan had gotten a look at what Seth had been stroking before he had stuffed it back in his pants. It did look a bit bigger than his own. Which made it a very healthy size. It seemed Seth was always full of surprises.

Seth washed his hands and quickly fled from the room. Ryan yelled after him. "Wanna sleep on the bed or the couch?"

"Doesn't matter." He yelled back. "Whichever you want me on." Seth bit his tongue... 'Want him on?' Why did that sounds so... so...

"The bed." Ryan answered.

"Thanks." Seth answered genuinely. That was nice of Ryan to give up his bed. He slipped off his jeans and wet tee-shirt and got under the covers. Thankful for anything that could hide his hard on better. Once Ryan had fallen asleep, Seth would just go back in the bathroom and get rid of it.

Ryan came back out of the bathroom in just his boxers and came over to the bed. He pulled back the covers on the side he was standing on. "Budge over; you're taking up the whole thing."

Ryan was not giving up his bed, he was merely sharing it. Seth should go sleep on the couch. But in just thin white boxers, if he got out from underneath the covers now, there would be no hiding it. So he just moved to the opposite side and laid on his stomach.

Ryan got in and laid on his side facing Seth. "I just wanted to say thanks again Seth." He said softly.

A muffled answer came from Seth.

"What was that? I could hear you. Why are you burying your head in your pillow? Didn't your mother ever teach you too look at someone while they're talking to you? Where are your manners?" Ryan joked.

Seth turned just his head towards Ryan, a painful task. "I said; don't mention it, what are friends for?"

"Well, for that. And there also good for telling you when you are acting like a freak. What are you doing?" Ryan was staring at Seth, pretending he had no idea what was going on.

"I always sleep on my stomach." Seth said with a pained voice.

"Odd, the few times you've fallen asleep out here on the couch, you've slept on your side, usually your right."

"That's when I sleep on a couch, bed's different."

"Ohhh..."

But the position was not comfortable and Seth was forced to turn over, he was about to face away from Ryan, but then Ryan began to talk to him again and Seth knew he would have to go through that whole thing again. "What did you say?" He asked, finally turning towards Ryan.

"I said, 'So what caused it?'" Ryan repeated.

"What cause what?" Seth asked, bewildered.

"This." Ryan said, reaching out and grabbing Seth's boxer clothed dick and giving it a few strokes.

Seth almost jumped out of his skin. It had been the first time in his life that someone besides himself had ever touched his cock in a sexual way and it had been Ryan! "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Asking you a question, are you going to answer me?" Ryan still hadn't removed his hand from Seth's crotch. "I won't let go until you tell me."

Part of Seth's brain told him not to speak then. "I was thinking about Summer."

"Summer, huh?" He still hadn't let go, was still giving strokes through the thin white material. "What were you thinking about Summer?"

Seth's eyes were threatening to roll back in his head. "Dude, this is gay." He drew in a sharp breath as Ryan flicked his thumb over the head of his penis. "You totally need to stop that."

"Come on Seth... just tell me what kind of little fantasy you were having about Summer, and I'll stop."

Seth knew he better tell, because if he didn't, he was likely going to do something completely wrong, like cum in Ryan's hand. "I... I was just looking at the way I was holding you and wondering what it would be like to hold Summer against me like that. And..." He had to pause as a low groan he couldn't hold back escaped. "And I was thinking how easy it would have been to just lean down and kiss you." Seth's eyes were definitely rolled back in his head now.

"Kiss me?" Ryan asked, surprised.

Seth's eyes snapped back into focus and shot open. "No! No! Kiss Summer! I mean kiss Summer! Dammit Ryan! Stop doing that! I'm not a fucking fag!" And he finally gathered his wits enough to slap Ryan's hand off him and scramble away from the bed. "I thought you were straight! I thought you were in love with Marisa! Why the hell were you touching me like that?!?"

Ryan looked slightly nervous. He knew Seth wasn't completely repulsed by what he was doing, because he would have pushed away at the first touch and not minutes into it, when he was rock hard and pulsing in his hand. Something had scared Seth off; it must have gotten too good.  "I really do like Marisa. It just looked like you needed some help. And well, you helped me earlier, so I thought I'd return the favor."

"Return the favor?!?" Seth looked vastly amusing standing there in a rage, his white boxers majorly tented. "I gave you a shoulder to cry on, so you decided to give me a hand job?!?"

Ryan gave a small grimace at the 'shoulder to cry' on remark, but shook it off. "Yeah, unless you would have preferred a blowjob."

Seth's jaw dropped so far it looked cartoonish. "What is your freaking malfunction Ryan?!? A guy does not just offer another guy sexual favor as a thank you!"

"Why not?"

"Why not?!?" Seth threw his arms up in the air in exasperation. "Because that's fucking queer! That's why not!" But then Seth paused. "You aren't...you aren't gay, are you?"

"Would it be a problem if I was?" Ryan was lying on his side, elbow on his pillow, hand propping up his head. It really was a breathtaking sight.

"Hell yes!" Seth yelled. But then he actually paused, thinking about Ryan and what a good friend he was becoming, the best he'd ever had really. He visibly calmed a bit. "Fuck, I didn't mean that. No, no it wouldn't be a problem, of course it wouldn't be. But Ryan, why did you never tell me you were gay? And if you are, what's all this stuff with Marissa? And Gabrielle... well it would explain why you didn't let her go all the way."

"Marissa walked in! Otherwise I would have..." Ryan stopped defending himself. "Never mind, that's not important now. But I'm not gay. I wanted that lady last night and I've been interested in Marisa since I met her. I've just done some experimenting in life. But I guess, maybe, I might be bi. I've never really given it extensive thought."

'Experimenting... might be bi...' Seth's mind was in overdrive. "Do you mean, have you... you've done this before? With other guys?"

Ryan nodded. "A few, not as many guys as girls." He gave a proud little smirk. "But enough to know what I'm doing."

Seth sat down on the bed hard. "This is going to take a while for my brain to absorb. You've been with... you've been with... But you don't put that part of you across to anyone. You've got the whole tough guy loner thing going for you, which usually isn't the norm for someone who makes out with other guys."

"Heh, you oughta see Juvee at night then. That would change your stereotype"

Seth's eyes, if possible, went even larger. "Holy shit, is that, is that where you first..."

"Nah." Ryan said, his eyes studying Seth. "Actually my first time was with one of my brother's friends when I was younger. He was drunk and he stumbled into my room... He started kissing me and touching me, then he made me give him a blow job." The last part was said with a little less confidence.

"He forced you? You don't mean he rap..."

Ryan didn't let Seth finish that sentence. "No! No... nothing like that. I just wasn't all that interested in the drunken older guy grabbing at me. But I did know I was interested in the stuff he was doing and wanted to do. I had been for a while and that had been my chance to try it out for the 1st time. And then after that, I had this friend from school, who was just like me. We used to get high and fool around. We kept it real quiet though. He didn't want his girlfriend to know and I didn't want anyone else knowing either. He moved like 2 months before I came here. Juvee though, the few nights I spent in juvee, I got more action that I could have ever expected."

"When you were busted for the car or for the house?" Seth asked.

"Both. Though the first time wasn't as bad as the second. The guys the second time were a little rough." Ryan grimaced remembering it.

"Rough?" A puzzled look spread over Ryan's face. "What did they do to you?'

"Oh." Ryan wasn't sure he should tell Seth exactly what they had done. "Well, they... well you know..."

Realization dawned on Seth's face. "They fucked you?" He sounded pained and disgusted.

Ryan kind of shrugged. "Yeah, I mean it wasn't all pretty and romantic and it sure wasn't about love, so I guess you could say I was fucked."

It was definitely a disgusted look on Seth's face now. "You let them stick... You let them put... You... Damn!"

Ryan frowned at Seth. "It wasn't so bad. It was either let them and have them be a little rough with you or try and tell them no and have them be really rough with you. There are worse things."

Seth didn't appear to agree. "I can't think of anything worse than having some guy try to stick his dick up my ass."

Ryan gave another shrug. "Don't knock it til you've tried it. It can feel really fucking good."

Seth was beginning to think Ryan was a little insane. But he supposed living the life Ryan had could do that to you. But then a different kind of thought popped in his head. One that didn't disgust him as much. And the question tumbled out of his mouth before he really had finished processing it. "Have you ever been on the other end? You've been fucked, have you ever been the one doing the fucking?"

"Yeah, a couple of times, mostly with that kid back home, but one time, in juvee, a guy had me fuck him. That can feel really fucking good too."

"What do you like bette..."

"Being fucked or doing the fucking? Hmmm... hard question. They both get you off in the end." Ryan pondered.

"No! No... you didn't let me finish. I was going to ask whether you like guys or girls better." Seth explained. The fact that Ryan thought being fucked was as good as doing the fucking, unnerved him a bit.

"Shit... I don't know. It's different, you know?"

"No, actually I have no clue."

"Ohh... well yeah. Let's put it this way. I've never wanted to date a guy. Never met one I want to hold hands with or go one dates or anything like that. All romance and love and shit had always been directed towards girls, you know?" That was a small lie. The guy from back home, his name had been Brian. He could have, would have dated him. If it had been at all feasible.

Seth gave a small nod.

"But there's time when you just got to get off. All you want is a good orgasm and you don't want to use your hand. You want a warm body, but you don't want to have to put up all the extra shit it takes to get a chick in bed. That's when it's great to have a guy. Someone you have a deal with. Someone who follows the rules of no kissing, no romance. Sex when you need it with no attachment. Does it make sense?" Ryan finished his explanation.

Seth nodded. "Yeah, get a nice little fuck friend or just end up in jail. Plenty of action either way. Do you realize how stereotypical it is that you got fucked while in prison?"

"I was not in jail." Ryan said very gruffly. "It was juvee. There's a big difference."

Seth felt bad. "Dude, sorry, didn't mean it meanly."

Ryan still looked angry but he just shrugged.

Seth decided to change the subject. "You know, you could always find a female fuck friend. Lot's of people do it. Hell, Holly's known for it. Or at least, so I've heard. Hell, have you ever heard of just hooking up for the night? Damn Ryan, be like everyone else in this fucking place and just be a player."

Ryan rolled his eyes. "I do that sometimes too. But even then, you still have to go through all of the bull shit to get a girl in bed. Trust me, what I do is easier."

Seth suddenly looked nervous again. "Do you have someone here? I mean, did you make one of those deals since you've been in Newport?"

Ryan laughed very deeply. "Hell no. I don't think I will either. People here already think I'm trash, all I need is for a rumor to get out that I'm gay along with a juvenile delinquent and from Chino and we'll all be sorry. No... I'll stick with my hand and any girls I'm lucky enough to lure back here. Due to the way you reacted, I don't have to guess that this area isn't the most homofriendly group."

"We just haven't had any exposure to it, that's all." Seth explained.

"Yeah, well I won't be the one doing the exposure." Ryan said, sarcastically.

Seth had another thought. "Just another thing in your life you'll have to change now that you're here. That kinda sucks, I guess."

"Nah... I can live with that. If I end up getting some somehow, cool, but if not, I'll live." Ryan had another smirk on his face. "Why, you feeling bad

for me again, thinking of giving it up to me?"

Seth actually thought about it for a moment. Could he? Could he fool around with Ryan?

No!

No he could not!

He was straight!

He was in love with Summer! He was waiting for her. He was saving himself for her!

But no... that wasn't really true. He wasn't waiting, he wasn't saving himself because he wanted to. But because he was forced to. Like any girl out there would have sex with him with his reputation. No, even the least popular girls wouldn't come near him.

This would finally be a chance to experience something other than masturbation. But could he go through with it? Could his libido overcome his socially taught homophobia? He was straight, wasn't he?

Well, if he was, he shouldn't even be considering this. Not even for a friend as good as Ryan. Not even for someone who looked like Ryan did at this moment, naked except for his boxers, sprawled so casually on his bed. Ryan looked pretty fucking good.

Seth felt his cock twitch and noticed just then that his straining erection hadn't gone down in the least bit.

Ryan stared good naturally at Seth and watched as the boy seemingly struggled with his thoughts. "Hey Seth, I was just kidding."

Seth looked down at Ryan. He was very good looking. But Seth wasn't sure if he actually found his attractive, or just knew what constituted attractiveness. "But were you really? I mean, I know you didn't expect me to say yes. But what if I did, would you actually go through with it?"

Ryan looked at Seth oddly. "You did notice me stroking your dick, didn't you?"

Seth flushed slightly but bravely trudged on. "Trust me, I noticed. But say tonight hadn't happened. I hadn't come in to find you upset, hadn't held you, hadn't gotten har...lost in thought. Say we were just playing video games and the sight of Lara Croft shooting bad guys got you in the mood. Would you think of me then? Would you ask me then?"

"Are you trying to find out if I find you attractive?" Ryan was smirking once again. "Because Seth, I'm not looking for a playboy, just someone to get off with. So don't expect me to stroked your ego by telling you how sexy I find you, cause it ain't gonna happen."

Seth wasn't sure if his feeling were hurt or not.

"But, if you were to say yes, tonight, tomorrow, a month from now while we're playing Tomb Raider, then yes, I would go through with it." Ryan sounded so sincere; it was different from his usual fuck the world tone. Seth was definitely seeing a whole new side to Ryan tonight.

"You know, this is the most I have ever heard you talk." Seth admitted.

Ryan laughed. "I know I'm usually not much of a talker. But you did tell me to let it all out." And he winked.

And they both laughed.

Seth was thinking double time now. It was just Ryan. Ryan wasn't going to tell anyone. Ryan wouldn't laugh when he wasn't completely sure what he was

doing. And most importantly, Ryan would stop if he asked. Ryan wouldn't make him do anything he didn't want to. "Yes."

Ryan looked at Seth questioningly. "Yes? Yes what?"

"Yes. Yes yes." Seth pleading with his eyes for Ryan to understand, so he wouldn't have to say it.

Ryan looked shocked. "Oh! Shit! You sure?"

Seth nodded yes.

"I thought you were straight. I thought that stuff was gay." Ryan wasn't laying a finger on Seth until he was sure.

Seth imitated Ryan's shrug. "I guess I'm just willing to do a little experimenting."

Ryan smiled as his own words were used back on him. "Damn, will you come here then? The site of you with that hard on for so long is giving me blue balls."

Seth crept hesitantly towards Ryan. "You'll go slow though, right? I mean, if I ask you to stop, you will?"

"Shh... don't worry. You won't want me to stop." Ryan was moving towards Seth as well so that they would meet in the middle of the bed.

Seth paused. "But what if I do want you to?"

Ryan reached Seth and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Then I'll stop."

Seth gasped when Ryan pulled him in, so that they were kneeling face to face, and his erection pressed into Ryan's hard thigh. "I'm a virgin!" He squeaked without an ounce of masculinity.

Ryan burst out laughing, let go of Seth, and fell back onto his butt on the bed. "I know Seth. But don't worry; I won't be deflowering you tonight. A simple blowjob, that's all."

Seth could feel his hot cheeks and his pout and tried to get rid of them both. "I didn't just mean with guys. I've never done anything with anybody. Even kiss."

Ryan stopped laughing then. "You've never even kissed a girl?"

Seth shook his head now, feeling 10 times the loser. "Just that peck from Summer. Never a real kiss, never a we're in bed and other things are going to happen kiss."

Ryan swore and looked disappointed. "We really shouldn't be doing this then."

Seth stared at him. "Why not?"

"Your first sexual experience ever, it should be with a girl. Don't you want it to be?"

"I don't know, I guess it be nice. But beggars can't be choosers. And I have a definite idea that you're going to be better than any girl who would be willing to give me my first taste."

Ryan actually got a little pink in the face. "If you're sure."

Seth crawled closer to Ryan. "I'm sure."

Ryan got back up on his knees and wrapped his arm around Seth's waist again. He rubbed his center against Seth's center and smiled as the other boy gave a small moan. He maneuvered the two of them over to the pillows and guided Seth down so he was lying on his back. He crawled between his knees and reached for Seth's boxers. He looked up into the dark haired boy's eyes to see if it was alright. Seth looked apprehensive, but their was nothing in his face that told Ryan to stop. Ryan removed the white boxers, encouraging Seth to lift up his backside to assist. He threw them aside and went back in for his target.

Swollen and red, Seth's erection was pressing against his stomach, almost reaching his belly button. It was very tempting. If the girls who turned down Seth knew he had that, they'd be changing their tune. He leaned his head down, ready to take his 1st taste.

"You don't hesitate, do you?"

Ryan looked up to see Seth staring at him with huge eyes. "Maybe you missed my explanation before. You don't have to go through all of that kissing and caressing stuff this way. You just immediately get your dick sucked."

"But doesn't the kissing and caressing stuff feel good too?"

Ryan almost let out a frustrated sigh. But then he remembered that Seth never had experienced that part of it either, so he stifled it. "It does, it really does. But when you're already rearing to go, what's the point?"

Seth nodded in understanding. "Ah... okay.""

Ryan thought he sounded a little disappointed. "Did you want me to kiss you?"

Seth shook his head no. "I want you to do whatever it is you would normally do."

Ryan smiled. "Good, well then in that case, lie back, shut up and let me get back to work."

Seth took the hint, laid back and shut up.

He was back off the pillow 5 seconds later when Ryan's mouth was around the head of his penis. Ryan reached out an arm blindly and pushed him back down.

Ryan worked his mouth down Seth's dick taking in as much as possible. All of it was not possible, so he wrapped his hand around the base and used it to assist him.

Seth was as tense as he had ever been. He had never, ever felt anything like that ever, ever before.

It was amazing!

Hot and wet, Ryan's tongue was soft, but still rough all the same. And every time Seth felt the light light scrape of teeth he was sure he could cum any second.

Actually, he had almost came the moment Ryan had put his mouth on it, but he summoned all of his will power and hadn't cum yet.

Yet.

Ryan could feel how tense Seth was. "Relax." He said when he pulled up for a moment. "It will feel even better if you don't fight it." Ryan was pretty sure he knew why Seth was fighting it. He could remember his first blowjob. He had been ready to cum 10 seconds into it. But he hadn't wanted it to end. Ever. "Trust me, just relax, I'll make it worth it."

"But I'll... I'll..." Seth stuttered through shallow breathes.

"It's okay, you have to trust me." And as Ryan felt Seth relax a little, he went back to his task at hand. He doubled the suction, tripled the tongue action, and tightened his grip. Seth began to write underneath him and he knew it was working. So Ryan went in for the kill, it was a trick he had learned just before leaving Chino. He began to hum tunelessly and slipped a finger right behind Seth's balls, tickling and stroking his perineum.

And that was all it took.

Seth's hips tried to rocket off the bed, but Ryan forced them back down. And Seth was cumming, wave after wave after salty sticky wave into Ryan's mouth.

"Fucking shit... fucking shit... Oh Ryan fucking shit." Seth nearly chanted.

Ryan did something he normally didn't do and swallowed. For some reason he felt, being it was Seth's first time, he owed him that. Truth be told, Seth didn't taste half bad. When he had gotten it all, he let Seth's softening dick fall from his mouth and gently lapped up whatever had dripped onto Seth. When he had him clean and drying, he grabbed the discarded white boxers and clumsily struggled them on the still recovering boy. He wiped his hand over his mouth and then laid down next to Seth, staring at the stunned look on his face.

"You okay Seth?" He asked, the hint of a laugh in his voice.

Seth tried to open his mouth to speak, but was unable to do so. So he just shook his head no.

Ryan, worried, looked even more intently at him. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Most amazing... Never before... Brain cease function..." Seth gasped out, speaking in clips.

Ryan sighed. Seth was fine. He was just in a bit of sensory overload. "You'll be okay. Give it a few minutes to wear off."

"Don't want it to wear off."

Ryan laughed. "Getting better. That was almost a complete sentence. And, sorry, but it kinda has to wear off, or you'll never be able to function normally. But its okay, the great thing about an orgasm is you can always have another one."

"Yeah, want another one."

Ryan laughed some more. "Not right away. We'll never have you speaking normally again, if we do two in a row. Plus, I'm not sticking that monster in my mouth again for at least another hour. My jaw is still sore."

"In an hour then?" Seth's face wasn't looking as shocked anymore. He was definitely coming off the high.

"Greedy." Ryan joked.

"Wait a second." Seth paused, finally moving, sitting up slightly to look at Ryan. "Did you just call my dick a monster? Or was my brain still not working right?"

Ryan blushed. He had kinda hoped Seth hadn't processed that. "Well... It's not like it's exactly tiny... I mean..."

"A monster... is it really that big?" Seth was starting to look a little proud.

Ryan rolled his eyes. "Don't go getting all full of yourself now.

"What's wrong?" Seth asked, sounding a little cocky. "Is it that much bigger than yours? You feel inadequate?"

"You really need to fucking shut up." Ryan was having pleasant thoughts of strangling Seth right now.

Seth lifted up the band of his boxers and peered inside. "It's only about 8, 8 and a half inches. I never realized that was all that big. But I'm guessing from your tone, you've got what, 3 and a half, 4 inches at the best. No wonder you're usually on the receiving end. Something that small probably doesn't do much for anyone. Has Marisa seen it? Maybe Luke's is bigger. Maybe that's why she went back to him."

Angry, Ryan moved very quickly, preparing to strike, he straddled Seth's waist kneeling. He raised his fist and was about to bring it smashing down into Seth's face, but he looked down, saw the terror there, and stopped himself just in time. Seth's eyes were wide and fearful.

"Fu... fuck Ryan. I'm sorry... I was just joking. A really bad joke, yeah. But I was just joking." Seth was nervously apologizing, nearly trembling underneath Ryan. "Marisa's not that kind of girl. That kind of thing wouldn't matter to her."

Ryan sank back so he was sort of sitting on Seth's thighs. He took a few steadying breaths. "I'm sorry I was about to hit you Seth." He said in a slightly stony voice.

"No... no. It's okay. I would have deserved it." Seth felt horrible about what he had said to Ryan. "I shouldn't have said those things about Marisa. I really shouldn't have said any of it. But that was really shitty of me to say that about Marisa."

Ryan knew that Seth hadn't meant it maliciously. He had been coming off that high, feeling giddy. Ryan knew he wasn't thinking before he spoke and that was why something so insensitive had come spilling out. But it still made his insides burn to think about Marisa choosing Luke. It made him itch to hit something, preferably Luke, or to just scream. Neither of which he could do. Well he supposed he could scream. 'Dr' Seth over there had told him not to bottle that shit up... Ryan gave his head a shake. What was he doing? All of this had him acting so strangely. If he kept getting lost in his thoughts like this, people were going to start thinking he was a basket case, along with trash and a loser.

Seth watched Ryan staring off into space, still sitting on his legs. He wondered if he'd be getting off any time soon. It was slightly disconcerting, though Ryan's weight wasn't all that bad. It was actually kinda nice. Ryan's legs were warm and firm against his hips. And the way his ass was just parked so comfortable over his crotch, just their boxers separating everything. Seth was beginning to wonder what it would feel like if they weren't there. He could just slip himself right between those hard cheeks...

'Whoa!'

Seth mentally bitch slapped himself as he felt his body begin to respond to the ideas he was having. Tonight was going from weird to fucking weirder. Wasn't strange enough that he had just gotten a blowjob from Ryan, now his body was hoping to stick itself in another of the sandy haired boy's orifices.

"Thinking about Summer sitting on you now?" Ryan broke Seth's thoughts with a very sarcastic tone, when he realized once again that Seth's erection was pressing into him.

Seth went scarlet. "No."

Ryan rubbed his ass down on Seth's hardening dick. "No? A different girl now? What Gabrielle? Someone from school?

Seth struggled to keep focus on Ryan and not just close his eyes and moan. "No girl." A little moan did escape. "You."

Ryan ceased in teasing the boy underneath him, stopping the motions and looking down at him in surprise. "Me?"

"You."

"Why me?"

"Because you're the one with his ass rubbing all over my dick." Seth answered truthfully.

Ryan's anger towards Seth melted away at that news and felt oddly flattered that he turned the boy on so much. Of course it might just be the position they were in. It might just be with Seth's inexperience, anything and everything got him hard. "Do you want me to get off?"

"Only if I can help." And Seth went red again at his own daring.

Ryan turned a little pink as well and gave a small laugh. "You know what I meant."

But Seth thought about it. He had gotten off tonight. Boy had he ever. But Ryan hadn't. Then again, maybe Ryan wasn't in the mood. But what 16 year old healthy male was ever not in the mood? Was it only right that Seth offer to return the favor? Could he touch Ryan the way Ryan touched him? There was really only one way to find out. "Do you want me to do to you, what you did to me?"

"And completely out of left field, Seth Cohen." Ryan deadpanned.

At this point, Seth's face was never going to return to its normal pallor.

"Seth, are you offering me a blowjob?" Ryan asked.

"I suppose I am."

"And just all of the sudden you have the desire to put your mouth on my cock?"

"I have the sudden desire to return the favor." Seth responded, wishing Ryan didn't have to be so blunt. He really did like it better when the boy didn't say much at all. "If putting my mouth... If doing that is what's entailed, then so be it."

'So, Seth doesn't actually want to suck me off.' Ryan mused. 'He just thinks he has to return the 'favor'. Ryan felt a small pang of disappointment. "You have no favor to return, we're even. You helped me out, I helped you. It's square."

It was Seth's turn to feel a small stab of disappointment. "You don't want me to?"

Ryan looked down from where he sat on Seth's legs into the boy's warm eyes. "Seth, if you actually wanted to give me a blowjob, of course I'd want you to. But you don't want to, so I don't want you to."

Seth was a little unsteady under Ryan's intense gaze. "Who says I don't want to? I offered, didn't I?"

Ryan gave a small smile. "You offered because you think you owe me. Not because you actually wanted to do it."

Seth had to dart his eyes from Ryan briefly, because it was sort of true. He wasn't really sure how he felt about putting Ryan's dick in his mouth. But he was willing to give it a try. "I du..." Sheesh, great time for his voice to crack. "I do want to." Yeah, that sounded oh so convincing.

Ryan's smile grew a little warmer as he continued to watch Seth. The boy was too cute. And it surprised Ryan that he thought that, because cute was definitely not a way he usually described other guys. But he couldn't help it. Ryan was %100 cute.

And tall, lanky, but still strong. With great hands. Ryan had felt them while Seth had held him. They were great hands.

Ryan couldn't believe he was turning down a blowjob from him. From Seth with the great hands, infectious smile, and good God that dick.

Seth, who had come in here, held him, let him break down, made him feel safe, and comforted him, like no one had ever done before.

Seth, who was turning out to be the best friend he ever had.

And had he mentioned that dick? It made him wonder why he even bothered with girls.

And then the image of Marisa popped in his head, the way she looked at him, the way she touched his hand, the way she kissed him.

And Ryan knew it was because no guy ever looked at him like that, with a soft smile and a glow in his eyes. No guy ever touched his hand like that, soft and tender, the way you touch something that's special and precious to you. And most definitely no guy ever kissed him the way Marisa kissed him.

But then again, he never let any of them, not since that first guy had forced them on him all those years ago. He had strict rules when it came to fooling around with guys. It was strictly business. The matters of the heart were just not an issue. It was simpler that way. There was no chance of getting hurt, if you didn't get involved.

And Ryan wasn't sure why he was so convinced anything more concrete than a fuck and go system with another guy would get him hurt, but his gut feeling was always not to risk it.

It wasn't that he never wanted more. Brian, that was the boy from back home, there had been times when he wanted nothing more than to kiss him, caress him before they dived into sex. And there was definitely times when he would have loved to stay when they were done, fall asleep with Brian in his arms.

But those were both against his rules and he had denied himself of that experience. Out of all of his partners in the past, Brian was really the only one he ever wanted to do such things with. But due to his girlfriend, Brian had the same rules he did, so Ryan never dared.

But now Ryan was looking down at Seth. And he wondered, just wondered what it would be like to kiss Seth, to caress Seth, to spend the night with Seth in his arms.

Ryan had a feeling Seth would let him. The boy seemed almost starved for that kind of experience. He was certain he had heard disappointment in the Seth's voice when he had told him his rules. But it was weird. He was certain that Seth would kiss him, but he was just as certain Seth had no desire what so ever to give him a blowjob.

Getting a blowjob from a guy and giving a blowjob to a guy were two completely different things. Seth could close his eyes and pretend it had been Summer sucking him off. But there was no way for him to close his eyes and pretend he was sucking Summer off.

But it had been Ryan's name Seth had called out when he climaxed. Seth knew that it was Ryan who was giving him pleasure.

And Seth was hard now because of Ryan, not because he was thinking of Summer. Maybe the boy's adamant demands that he was straight didn't mean as much as he thought. Maybe Seth really was willing to experiment.

All of Ryan's thoughts about Seth were having a surprising effect on him. He felt a stirring in his groin area and he was surprised to find he was getting a little hard.

Ryan had rarely ever gotten hard over another guy before. Once or twice the thought of Brian had caused a twitch below. But usually, usually with guys he was already hard, thinking about the girl he really wished was about to open his jeans.

But he was getting hard now and it was Seth he was thinking about.

Seth suppressed a laugh as he studied Ryan. He had never seen anyone so deep in thought. And his facial expressions! Seth was dying to know what the other boy was thinking. Seth wondered if he had been pondering whether or not to accept the blowjob that whole time. But Ryan was looking surprised now, shocked almost, and Seth was now really wondering what was going through the boy's mind. "Ryan?"

Ryan jumped when Seth said his name, being forced back into reality. He looked into Seth's eyes and saw that they were dancing up at him. The look Seth got whenever he was trying to keep from laughing. What had Seth so amused? Had Seth noticed his erection starting to form? Was that what he was laughing at? But why would that make Seth laugh? He would think, if anything, that would make Seth nervous, not amused. Maybe he was laughing at something else.

"Rrryyaann." Seth tried once again to get the other boy's attention.

"Yeah Seth?" Ryan finally answered Seth, sounding a little nervous, which bothered him. It was just Seth.

"I was just getting worried." Seth admitted, laughter still in his eyes, if not on his lips. "I lost you. You were staring off into space for like 15 minutes."

Ryan looked a little embarrassed. "It was not 15 minutes."

Seth smiled. "Seemed like it."

How had he put it before? Infectious smile? Yeah, that was it. When Seth smiled, Ryan usually couldn't help smiling back. "I was thinking."

"Thought I smelled smoke."

Ryan responded in a very mature way, by pinching Seth on the side.

"Ow." Seth got a mock hurt look on his face. ""Why'd you do that?"

Ryan just shrugged.

So Seth, if anything, just as mature as Ryan, reached out and pinched Ryan on his side.

Ryan reached next and pinched Seth's thigh.

Seth reached out again and pinched Ryan's thigh.

Ryan this time reached out and pinched Seth's nose.

The minute Ryan leaned towards his face though, Seth was ready. As it clamped down on his nose, Seth tugged on Ryan's hand.

Ryan hadn't expected that and was knocked off balance. He fell forward until he was bare chest to bare chest with Seth and their heads hit into each other with a slightly sickening 'thunk'.

"Ow." Seth said again. And this time he really meant it.

"You okay?" Ryan asked, lifting his head from where it ended up and to look at Seth. The top of his forehead had hit right above Seth's left eye and it looked like he was going to have a bruise. He ran his fingers lightly over the spot. "Does it hurt?"

The touch on Seth's forehead, gentler then he could have ever expected from Ryan, made him shiver all over. "Not really. I'm alright. Sorry about that, I didn't realize I would knock you over. "Are you hurt?"

"It's okay. I'm fine. Well, hold on." Ryan, whose legs were still bent in the kneeling position, stretched them out behind them letting them lie between Seth's. "Now I'm fine."

If having Ryan sit on him was kinda nice, having him lie on top of him was fucking wonderful. All of his weight was displaced so his whole body was comfortably supporting it. Their faces were inches away, that strong, rough hand still smoothing the smarting spot over his eye, and their mid sections pressed together, so that Seth's still throbbing(maybe even more so now) dick was rubbing right underneath Ryan's own hard on.

Wait a moment.

What was that?

Seth moved his hips just a tad. Ryan was hard. Not quite as hard as he was, but definitely aroused. And wow... It felt so right, thick and full, next to his own. Seth's own dick gave a twitch and throbbed even harder. He couldn't believe how turned on the feel of Ryan's erection was making him. No, he wasn't queer, not at all. "Ryan." He breathed.

Ryan could feel it too. He had no idea what was coming over him. But it felt intense, extreme, it felt real, and it felt good. He was growing a bit harder every time Seth pulsed beneath him. And in a second or two he was going to be just as turned on as Seth. "Seth." He responded.

"I know this is against your rules..." Seth began, but he never finished his sentence. He stared into Ryan's blue eyes, wrapped an arm around his neck, placed that hand in Ryan's hair, pulled him close, and kissed him. He had no clue what he was doing, but he knew enough to put his lips to Ryan's. After that he was just going to have to wing it.

Or...

Or Ryan could just take control of the kiss. It took Ryan all of a second to register what was going on and he was kissing Seth back. He tilted his head so that they had a better angle. He didn't merely put his lips to Seth's; he clamped them there, sealing the two boys together. He was trying with all his will to keep the kiss simple, so he wouldn't overwhelm Seth. But it wasn't possible. Almost immediately, his tongue was dying for a taste of Seth's mouth. Ryan gently pushed his tongue through Seth's teeth and into his mouth. He ran it over the roof, letting the tip to flit over the ridges. He continued over the smooth surface of Seth's teeth and then, as gently as he could, behind his lips.

Seth tasted like cola and baked potato chips. Ryan wondered if he'd ever be able to eat either of those things again without getting hard.

Ryan felt Seth's tongue come out to touch his and then draw back immediately. Ryan had to fight hard not to smile when he felt that. Too friggin' cute. Ryan directed his tongue over to Seth's and rubbed them together. Seth must have liked that, because he immediately repeated the action. Ryan made a slow soft circle around Seth's tongue with his own and they were soon swirling them together as they kissed.

Seth had been so nervous about the kiss, so unsure of himself, that that had been all he was doing. When he felt Ryan's one hand begin to trail down his side and the other thread itself through his curls, he remembered his lips were not his only working body part. The hand he had placed on Ryan's head started to play with the sandy colored strands. They were so soft. He'd never considered that possibility, that a guy's hair could be this soft. It was just something he had always associated with girls. Not that he had ever felt that either... but well. But Ryan's hair was soft, the feeling of it between Seth's fingers was intriguing, stimulating even.

Seth also noticed that every few seconds, Ryan would put down the arm that was tracing over his side, on to the bed to steady himself and keep from tilting over. To help him out, Seth wrapped his other arm around Ryan's back, holding him close, and keeping him from rolling off. He encountered another pleasant surprise when he placed his hand at the base of Ryan's back and he felt how warm and smooth the skin was there and how the sprinkling of hairs was fine and crinkled pleasantly under his fingertips. He found himself brushing his fingers back and forth, tracing imaginary patterns. It was like heaven... he could do this all day. Kiss Ryan, play with his hair, and trace over the skin on his back.

Ryan almost froze when he felt Seth begin to play with his hair and stroke his back. The boy's touch was so gentle, so... so... loving. But... but maybe he was reading too much into it. Maybe he was feeling things that weren't really there. Seth's touch could just feel like that because he was being hesitant, nervous about it all. But if the way Seth was kissing him was an indication...

There was no hesitation there. Seth was kissing him without any reservations, returning every measure Ryan was introducing.

Maybe Seth was feeling what Ryan was.

Maybe it wasn't Ryan hopeful imagination, as the boy starved for a touch that meant something, the way Seth starved for some attention.

Maybe it was real.

And maybe it was turning him on.

Ryan let out a strangled little moan into the other boy's mouth as Seth's hand came down from his hair to caress the side of his face with a feather soft touch.

Seth yanked his hands back as if Ryan had suddenly grown scalding hot. "I'm sorry." He said, looking down at his hands. "Did I do something wrong?"

Ryan, without Seth's arm to steady him, slid off of the boy and was now half lying, half slumped next to him. He reached out to touch Seth's face just like he had done to him. "No, no, it, it was perfect. I can't remember the last time someone touched me like that."

Seth raised his head and locked his eyes to Ryan's. "Like what?"

Ryan knew he was going a little pink in the face again. He'd never blushed this much in his life. "Like you cared." Marisa always touched him like he was special, but he never really felt it, not the way he felt it when Seth touched him.

That comment brought a smile to Seth's face and a glow to his eyes. And maybe the smile wasn't as soft as Marisa's and maybe the eyes glowing at him weren't a calm blue, but a sparkling brown, but they made Ryan's heart give a small leap none the less.

"Is this what happens next? We go from horny to sappy? Somehow I never pictured that jump when I imagined this." Seth tried to crack a joke, tried to cover up the fact that he wanted nothing more than to show Ryan exactly how much he did care.

Ryan didn't take offense to the 'sappy' comment. He knew Seth was just trying to cope. "You've imagined this before?" He asked, trailing fingers over Seth's jaw bone.

Seth gave another shiver as a tingle spread from where Ryan had touched him, straight down to the tips of his toes. "I'll be honest with you. I never imagined doing this with you before. But now it's happening, I never want to think about anything else."

Ryan's heart really leapt that time. It felt like it was trying to jump right out of his body. And that's when the cheesiest stupidest thought came to him.

Maybe his heart was trying to get to Seth's.

Ryan's face felt even warmer now. To cover it up, he leaned his head into Seth's and kissed him again. Seth turned towards him to make it easier.

Kissing back, Seth's hand reached out for Ryan again. He placed it on the boy's shoulder and began to stroke the skin there like he had done to Ryan's back. So warm, so strong.

Ryan snaked his tongue into Seth's mouth again and they began wresting them together. He brought his arm around Seth's back, planting his hand on the lower part of the shoulder, gently pulling him in closer.

Seth began to trail his hand from Ryan's shoulder, down his side, as the sappy lovey thoughts started to get pushed aside again when he realized that they were both still painfully hard. He arched his hips and rubbed himself against Ryan. That felt so good. So he continued it, rubbing his clothed cock against Ryan's clothed cock until he was hit with the realization that he was really interested in seeing what Ryan had underneath those navy blue boxers. He let his hand continue even further down, as he listened to Ryan make moans against his mouth. Seth finally rested on Ryan's inner hip, fingering the elastic on his boxers. He slipped one finger underneath the elastic and hooked it there, moving it until it was aligned with Ryan's belly button. There was a small gasp against his mouth this time. Seth broke

the kiss. "Ryan?"

Ryan could hear the apprehension in Seth's voice. And wondered just what he might ask. "Seth?"

"Can I see it?" Seth asked, breathless with anticipation. "Can I touch it?"

"Oh Fuck." Ryan moaned. The stimulation of Seth rubbing against him had him in dire need of an orgasm. And if Seth was willing to, wanted to touch him, maybe the problem could be taken care of. "Yes, fuck yes, please!"

Seth got as far as the first yes and he was reaching into Ryan's boxers, pushing the elastic low on the boy's hips, and pulling his goal out with ease.

Seth had never felt anything like it.

Well, that was a lie. He had felt something like it 2 to 3 times a day for the past four or so years.

But in all that time, he never quite realized the hot silk that was an erection, the throb it gave of like a beacon calling him to it. He tried to wrap his hand around it like he would his own and found that he had to adjust a little to get a good grip. And once he did, it was like instinct, he began to move his hand up and down it, softly first, slowly learning the feel and the pulse of it. And watching Ryan to see if certain things triggered better responses.

"It's... it's a little dry." Ryan whispered, absolutely hating to complain about anything at this moment.

Seth responded by releasing Ryan and holding up his palm to the blonde's mouth. Ryan licked up it wetly, sending pleasurepleasurepleasure down to Seth's dick, causing it to buck madly. He returned to Ryan's cock, the spit making the ride a lot easier.

Ryan pulled in again and started to kiss once more. Seth adjusted his grip so he could keep at it. Ryan, knowing Seth was still hard too, tried to maneuver himself so he could jerk Seth off as well. But he was so consumed by the intense feelings floating through every single nerve in his body to do anything more than cup Seth's arousal with his hand.

Seth stroked, Ryan cupped, Seth humped into the hand, and Ryan moaned into the kiss.

Now, here would have been the perfect time for Marisa to walk into the pool house again unannounced.

The thought had barely flitted through Seth's mind when Ryan broke the kiss, threw back his head, and came in a rush in Seth's hand. Seth looked down just in time to see Ryan's beautiful cock give an almighty twitch and shoot wave after wave of sticky white cum between their bodies, the majority ending up on Seth's chest and hand. The amazement at watching Ryan cum, the power knowing that he had caused it and the fact that Ryan's hand still cupped his own erection sent Seth over the edge as well. And as Ryan hand gave one last hump, if fell away from its resting place and Seth came. He was a little surprised, after he was done being amazed with Ryan, to find there wasn't only cum cooling on his chest and hand, but inside his boxers as well.

Ryan rested his forehead against Seth's. "Fucking shit."

"Ditto." Seth was temporarily at a loss for complex sentences.

They lay there for a moment, basking in the after glow, so to say. Ryan's arm was still holding Seth close and Seth still had his hand on Ryan's dick, though Ryan's still laid still near Seth's.

"This is starting to feel a little gross." Seth mentioned, hating to break the almost romantic, touching moment. But he had never had another man's cum on him before, and while he found it fascinating, as it cooled it felt odd and slimy.

"Just lick it off your hand. I'm not moving." Ryan responded, his voice deep, throaty. Sounding, well there was no other way to put it, content.

"That could be a plan, but I'm not bendable enough to lick my chest or my crotch. So unless you want to lick those for me, I need to go clean up."

Ryan finally stirred, looking Seth over. "Wow, I did get it all over you." And he let out what may have been a giggle. Except guys like Ryan don't giggle. But then he narrowed his eyes. "But there's no way I came on your crotch. You still have your underwear on."

Seth was blushing for like the 803rd time tonight. "It's not your cum."

Ryan placed his hand as it had been before, cupping Seth. "You came in your boxers?" There was this odd twinkle in Ryan's eyes, it looked... prideful. "When?"

"Two seconds after you came." Seth muttered, not liking that Ryan seemed amused by this.

Ryan's smile was huge when he kissed Seth soundly on the mouth. "Stay here." He instructed firmly before he got off the bed and headed into the bathroom.

Seth obeyed and laid there feeling gross and starting to get cold without Ryan's warmth. It was a few minutes before Ryan came back out. He had put on fresh boxers, red this time, which were just visible above a pair of old worn gray sweatpants. In one hand he had 2 t-shirts, another pair of sweatpants, and what might have been a pair of underwear. In the other hand he had a hand towel, which looked like the one end had been dipped in water.

Ryan sat down on the bed and placed the clothes aside. He pushed Seth lightly down on his back and picking up the boy's hand, he wiped up the cum still clinging there. When it was clean, he dried it with the other side of the towel. The he cleaned up Seth's chest, making sure he got every splatter. He gave small light kisses on spots that had been hit particularly bad before he dried it. When he was all done there, and with a little assistance from Seth, he removed the sticky boxers. He chucked them into the bedside garbage can and used the last clean, damp section of his hand towel to wipe up Seth's lower region. Ryan was extremely gentle and quick, not wanting to add any more stimulation as Seth had cum twice since he'd been there. When that too was clean and dry, he placed a kiss on Seth's hip and

then turned to get the clothes.

"Here, I found a clean pair of underwear that might fit you. And, it was getting a little chilly in here, so I grabbed a pair of sweats as well." Ryan explained, handing them over.

Seth was just staring at Ryan. He couldn't believe how sweet and caring he had just been while cleaning him up. He felt an odd twinge when he realized no girl had ever been as good to him as Ryan was. He couldn't decide what he like better. The orgasms or the way Ryan touched him, looked at him, placed those soft kisses.

Seth went to slide on the clothes that Ryan offered.  When Ryan handed him the t-shirt though, he shook his head. "Can't we keep them off? I know its cold... but we could keep each other warm." But then a very bad thought hit him. "Unless you don't want me to stay. Unless you want me to stay but sleep on the couch. Or maybe in your bed, but no where near you... or..."

Ryan reached out a hand and clamped it over Seth's mouth. His other hand chucked the t-shirts and towel on the ground. He took his hand off Seth's mouth, but took one of Seth's hands and replaced it.

Ryan turned down the covers on his bed, maneuvered Seth until he was lying down on his back, and then laid down next to him. He pulled the hand off Seth's mouth and kissed him softly, no tongue, for a minute or two. The he pushed Seth to his side, facing away from him, spooned up behind him, and wrapped his arms around him the best he could.

Seth snuggled into Ryan's arms, reveling in the comfort of the skin to skin embrace. "Can I talk now?" He asked.

Ryan murmured his agreement, kissing Seth's shoulder.

Seth opened his mouth to say, to say something, 'I love you' or 'Thank you' ... or... "Goodnight Ry."

Ryan kissed the shoulder again. "It's okay Seth, I know. I feel it too. Night."

And still trying to figure it all out, they fell blissfully asleep and stayed exactly that way until the pool house door was opened the next morning and

they were awoken by surprised gasps.