Author's notes:
1) Originally, this was a "Mambo Italiano" (a cute and funny Canadian movie) fanfiction, but when I finished I realised, that Seth and Angelo may have a few things in common, and I tried to convert this into an OC-fanfic. I hope I'm succeeded. (I know, this is a back-button-worthy comment, but unfortunately it's true.)
2) Not a first attempt to write in English, but the first story published in this language. Un-betaed.
3) I count "that" as one word.
A special kind of foreplay
Well… It's not that kinky, and I mean "not that kinky" in the whole incest/sleeping-with-your-grandma/playing-with-plastic-horses-in-bed/making-out-in-front-of-your-parents/dressing-as-superheroes (Well… this one has actually not happened. And neither the others! These things are not happened at all! Not that I want them to happen… Not at all!) meaning of kinki…ness...
It's just a bit weird, really just a little bit, and it's good too. Like… I'm, sitting on a bed and just talking about… it doesn't really matter, and we're sittin' face-to-face, and he's just listening… and gazing at my mouth… closely. So while I'm talkin', I'm lookin' at him lookin' at me, and he's lookin' at me lookin' at him lookin' at me… and of course I keep on talkin'. We carry on like this for a while… or just a few moments, until one of us just has enough and kisses the other. Usually I'm the one, who grabs Ryan and kisses him, because I'm not the patient one in this relationship, and he smiles into the kiss, and I hate him right there for almost a whole moment, until he finds that spot on my neck, and after that… I not really hate him after that.
fin