It's not that Ryan Atwood has never felt powerless before - in fact, half his life he's felt that way, and he hates it. But right now he feels powerless to Seth's mouth, his touch, this fucking sexy confidence that has sprung out of nowhere, and my fucking god, does he like it.

He knows he shouldn't be doing this. He's spent the last seven days repeating to himself over and over again that he and Seth cannot be together, trying to build up a wall to block out his feelings. But every little witty pun out of Seth's mouth, every smile on his face, every ridiculously cute t-shirt chipped away at that wall. And then this evening, when he stole Ryan's towel away and started in with the dirty talk? Ryan couldn't believe it. He never would have expected such a gutsy move from Cohen, and it was so, SO hot.

So hot that it smashed the rest of Ryan's carefully constructed wall in a matter of seconds. So hot that Ryan is glad he's leaning against a wall, because he's not sure if his legs could support him on their own. Seth's tongue licking cat-like laps on his chest and stomach and. uhhhhhhhh. God. His hot breath against Ryan's erection, that confident, cocky look on his face as he asks "Do you want me to stop?" If Seth stopped right now Ryan is sure he would die, and he tries to say this, but all he can manage is a drawn-out, gasping "no" as he feels Seth's wet mouth press against his bathing suit, already damp from the pool and Ryan's own pre-come.

Ryan is fairly swooning, but some part of his brain pulls his back to reality. Seth's mouth is lingering on top of Ryan's bathing suit, but Seth seems hesitant. His hands are fidgeting with Ryan's waistband, and he looks like he might start babbling at high speed again any second now.

"Seth," Ryan says quietly. "Have you ever.?" Seth doesn't answer right away, and Ryan drops his hands down around the back of Seth's head and pulls ever so lightly up, and Seth stands to face Ryan. He keeps his hands around his neck, cradling his soft face.

"No." Seth stammers. He pauses. "Have you?"

Another pause. "Not. not with a guy," Ryan says. "I've never even. I've never been attracted to guys before. Before you."

"Me neither," Seth admits.

Ryan slides his hands down Seth's back and picks up the hem of his shirt and pulls it over Seth's head in one fell swoop - his experience with girls is coming in handy in some ways at least. He takes a long, admiringly look at Seth's chest, and when he moves his gaze back up to Seth's face he can see he's blushing.

"I know I'm not as pumped as you, what with your well-toned physique and all," Seth blathers. Ryan kisses him deeply.

"You're gorgeous, Seth," Ryan says simply, as he unbuttons his baggy jeans and lets them drop to the floor. Seth steps out of them, and out of his flip flops. Ryan hooks his thumbs under the waistband of Seth's boxers and pulls them to the floor, taking another appreciative glance as he does. Then Ryan tugs his bathing suit to the floor and steps out of it, and watches Seth's reaction. The boys both stand there, breathless. Ryan feels stunned - he can't believe he is standing here in this moment, looking at Seth, this guy who means the world to him, seeing him naked, aroused, eyes lit up with blatant desire.

Ryan picks up Seth's hand, raises it to his mouth. He kisses Seth's fingertips and then licks Seth's palm, and lowers his hand to Ryan's cock. He wraps his own hand around Seth's and guides him in firm grip, slow rhythm, and Seth gets it right away, he's right in sync, building up the pace steadily. Ryan lets go of Seth's hand and leans back against the wall again, and abandons himself to Seth's amateur but surprisingly talented hand. He makes quick work of Ryan, who can't remember the last time he came so fast.

He smiles headily at Seth, who looks both deeply amazed and deeply proud of himself. Now it's Ryan's turn to drop to his knees. He brings his lips to the head of Seth's cock. He runs his tongue around the head in a circle, before dropping his mouth down to take Seth's whole penis in his mouth. He starts to move his mouth up and down, moving the way women have moved on his own cock. He glances up at Seth, whose eyes and squeezed shut, his mouth slightly open. Ryan tries faster, and harder, then a bit slower, and then he hears Seth's breath catch. Ryan knows he's found the right rhythm and pressure, and so he goes with it, enjoying listening to Seth's breathing quicken, little moans escape, and then his surprisingly loud cry when he comes into Ryan's mouth.

Seth sinks down to the floor and wraps his arms around Ryan, resting his head on Ryan's shoulder and clinging to him a bit. "We're going to have to work on your, uh, volume if we're going to keep this a secret," Ryan says, and he can feel Seth smiling against his skin.