Adjusting
Author: Kaia Mariacle
Disclaimer: They're not mine. And the entire dialogue-what small amount there is, comes directly from the pilot episode.
Rating: R, 'cause Ryan has bad thoughts....but not that bad. It actually might be PG-13, but I'm really rotten at this. *sheepish grin* I'll stop now.
Pairing: Seth/Ryan
Summary: Looks like it's lust at first sight.
Author's Notes. Although the only episode so far is the pilot, I'm pretty sure I've got Ryan's character down. This fic is not Ryan, it's some strange OC-Ryan that jumped in front of me and screamed to write about him. And with those arms, well, how could I refuse?
Warning: Has not been beta'd, I repeat, this has not been beta'd.
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When I saw him sitting there....well, it pretty much dawned on me that I wasn't in Kansas anymore.
We stared at each other.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," I answered.
There was a slightly awkward pause, and he looked away for a moment.
"Do you wanna play?" he finally offered.
I looked at him, and shrugged in acceptance.
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We'd never met, though I was sure he knew who I was. After all, the protective mom wouldn't let her baby boy roam around without knowing there was a criminal in the house. She probably even told him to hide all the silver.
You steal a car, and suddenly you're America's Most Wanted.
Go figure.
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We sat there, our hands pushing away at buttons, and a carton of mile separating us. I had a spoon hanging from my mouth for some absurd reason, and he was enthusiastically kicking my ass at the video game.
But, while he kicked my ass, he was crowing wildly and making these....sounds.
And maybe I've a perverted son of a bitch, but they turned me on. So much so, that I had to lean down and make sure my pants weren't at camp.
Down boy, I chastised myself as he continued boasting.
"What happened to your head, dude? Where did it go?" He taunted. "I'm sorry, did someone die?"
I chuckled inwardly and didn't answer, because I was pretty sure he didn't want to know where my head had gone.
Or my blood.
"Oh hey, do you wanna play grand theft auto," he continued, making my head spin from the rush of his words. "It's pretty cool, you can like, steal cars......." His voice trailed off, and he looked away.
Yep, I knew momma had told him there was a criminal in the house.
"Not that, that's cool or uncool." He muttered, blushing. "I don't know....."
I wanted to smile, because for some strange reason I was finding his skittish babbling cute. And man, I've never called anyone cute before.
And I don't think anyone's made my pants respond so quickly before either.
Shit, I'm a goner.
~Finis~