Breakfast Conversation

Author: Kaia Mariacle

Disclaimer: Not mine

Fandom: The OC

Pairing: Seth/Ryan

Rating PG-13

Disclaimers: They're not mine. Definitely not mine. If they were, they'd have had pool sex by now.

Author's Notes: For the contrelamontre Food Challenge, written in 26 minutes.

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There was something about cereal.

All the little bits floating in the milk. Whole milk, thick and rich, and extremely bad for you. But Ryan had never been a fan of 2%, or skim. They just didn't taste the same.

Seth was a fan of skim, said it was much better for you, and more healthy. Ryan thought it was kind of odd, because how could a bowlful of Cocoa Puffs be healthy, even with water-like milk surrounding them?

"Dude, pass me my spoon."

Ryan thought it was also kind of odd that Seth used the same spoon every day. He'd asked him once about it, and the other boy had babbled something about spoon thieves, and the necessity of hiding one for yourself.

"Um, where is it?"

"I don't know, I usually keep it under the rack. It's got little green squiggles around the top."

Seth also had a peculiar habit of eating an only six little puffs at once. Ryan had watched him once, curiously spellbound as he observed the other boy eating six puffs, then another six, and repeating the process until he'd finished the bowl.

Seth had said that six was his lucky number. Then he'd turned red, and murmured something about meeting Ryan on the sixth day of the month.

"My cereal's getting soggy, dude. Think you could hurry up?"

"Just a sec."

Seth was always doing that. Murmuring things, and flushing. It made Ryan think of a girl he'd known back in Chino. She'd been a couple years younger, but she'd had the prettiest eyes.

Kind of like Seth's.

"Ryan?"

"Yeah?"

"That spoon you're using, it's the one I'm talking about."

"Oh, sorry."

"Um, that's okay, it's totally cool. You can use the spoon anytime you want, we can share it. It'll be like our....secret spoon. Yeah, we can be spooners. Dude, we'll hoard them all, and build up a secret stash, and we'll never be without spoons again!"

"Seth, you can have the spoon."

"No, man, it's totally okay. I don't need it."

"It's fine." Clink. "Here, take it."

"Uh, after you've been eating with it?"

"Huh, guess it would be better if I washed it off first."

"No! No, I have no problem putting something in my mouth that's been in your mouth. Really." Pause. "Um, pretend I didn't say that. Because that would be like saying I would be okay if you put your tongue in my mouth, which I totally am okay with...and...er....I'm just gonna go fall into a black hole or something."

Seth was definitely on of a kind. He was always putting his foot in his mouth, and then smiling sheepishly, and babbling.

Ryan thought it was pretty cute.

"Seth, do you want me to put my tongue in your mouth?"

"Uh.....no?"

"Was that a question?"

"Possibly." Pause. "Do YOU want me to want you to put your tongue in my mouth?"

"Maybe."

"You....maybe?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, that's cool. That's awesome, man. Wow, so you.....wow."

Clinking.

Long pause.

"So....are you gonna put your tongue in my mouth anytime soon, or is this a later, rather than sooner type of thing?"

"Let's finish our breakfast first."

"An absolutely logical decision, it most definitely works for me."

More clinking.

Really long pause.

"Um, Ryan?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I have my spoon now?"

~Finis ~