Enjoy
Chapter 4
Summer evenings in Newport were always unbelievably warm,
but peaceful. Seth however, curled up on the sofa in front of a blank TV
screen, was not at peace. Small tears trickled down his face as much as he willed
them not to. Ryan was out with Marissa, again. Things seemed to be going well
for them. Had he just imagined the chemistry by the pool? Was the trapping Seth
in a corner in the pool so their bodies were pressed against each other, (which
by the way drove Seth almost out of his mind) just a way of winning the water
fight? Seth hugged a cushion. He had been so happy this afternoon, he had been
starting to hope, but then Ryan had announced he was going out. He blinked back
another tear. Why did nothing ever go right for him? Trust him to like the
straightest guy in Newport. He had to get out of this house; he couldn't just
stay mopeing around here all night could he? There was one place he could go.
There was a club on the other side of town; he'd never been to it before. In fact,
he'd never been to any gay club before. He squeezed the cushion and got up.
45 minutes later, he was there. He'd been right about getting out of the house;
I did make him feel better. The music was loud when he stepped inside, the beat
went right through him, and he had the strangest urge to dance. He stopped
himself, Seth Cohen didn't do dancing. He grabbed himself a cola and stood by
the bar watching the writhing bodies on the dance floor. Seth thought they
looked like caterpillars.
Meanwhile Ryan had got back early. Whenever he looked at Marissa, he ended up
wishing she was Seth instead and she didn't seem to be taking the 'just
friends' hints. Upon walking into the poolhouse, he was surprised not to find a
Seth lump on the futon. Seth always waited up for him. Ryan felt crestfallen
maybe he'd taken the fact that Seth would always be there for granted. He had
been looking forward to seeing him tonight; Seth always had a friendly smile
and a hug for him. He had been planning in the car to tell him tonight. Well he
said tell him but what he'd planned was more along the lines of show him. He
sat down on the edge of the bed with a crunch. Crunch? Ryan stood up. There was
a piece of paper on the bed, a note from Seth.
"Gone to a club on Lincoln Street, back around 1, don't
wait up" Seth had deliberated about leaving the note but had decided in
the end Ryan would be worried otherwise. Ryan was a little concerned; Seth
didn't do clubs, not voluntarily anyway. It was 11 he could go over and check
on him. He pretended not to notice the tiny splinter of jealousy that Seth was
spending time with people that weren't him.
Seth was on his fourth coke when someone spoke to him.
"Hey" Seth looked up; a tall blonde man was
standing beside him.
"Hey" He returned wondering why this hot (Seth had
to admit that he was) guy was talking to him.
"I'm Aston" he stuck out his hand.
"Seth" he took it.
Ryan chose that moment to walk in. The car had gotten him here quickly and it
was the only club on the street. He scanned the room for Seth. It was hard o
see him in the dark. There he was, Ryan took a step forward and froze. There
was a tall good-looking man talking to his Seth, and they were holding hands.
Jealousy and possessiveness washed over him like a Newport Beach wave.
"So," Aston was saying, "you have a
boyfriend?" Seth smiled.
"Not at the moment" This guy wasn't Ryan, but if
Ryan was never going to be interested in him...
"You wanna dance?" Seth was undecided if he agreed
it felt like he'd be betraying Ryan, and if he didn't he'd look stupid, he had
no reason to say no.
"Uh, sure, I gotta go to the bathroom first,
yeah?" Seth knew it was a pathetic excuse what he couldn't think of
anything else. Aston looked down at Seth's crotch and them back up at his face.
"Really, you sure it's nothing I can't help you
with?" Seth found himself suddenly trapped between the wall and Aston's
body. Aston pressed up against him.
Ryan had seen enough, this guy was touching Seth, his Seth, and Seth wasn't
looking so happy about it either now.
Seth closed his eyes, he felt sick, this wasn't Ryan, it didn't smell like
Ryan, it didn't feel like Ryan and it sure as hell didn't turn him on like Ryan
did. Aston started to grind into him.
"Come on Seth, you wanna get out of..." And then
he was gone. Seth opened his eyes. Aston was lying on the floor; blood
streaming from his nose and Ryan was standing over him. Seth opened his mouth
to thank him but shut it again when he saw the expression on Ryan's face. It
was angry. Then his eyes settled on Seth and it changed. Seth felt as if the
whole world had slowed down or that Ryan and he were moving extra fast like
superman. The way Ryan was looking at him was utterly sexual; there was no
denying it this time. It looked like he might devour him. And then he was
pressed up against him like Aston had been, but this was different, this time
it felt right. Seth was hard instantly. Ryan's scent surrounded him; He smelled
of fresh laundry, chlorine, and basil.
"Mine" Ryan growled loud enough for Aston to hear
too. Then Ryan was kissing him, hard and demanding and so incredibly consuming.
Seth couldn't help but respond. Ryan's tongue slid into his mouth and as it
touched his own Seth's knees buckled, but he didn't fall. The pressure of
Ryan's body against him and the strong arms wrapped around him kept him steady.
That's when he felt it; he could feel Ryan's erection pressing into his leg.
Seth groaned audibly causing Ryan to pull him hard against him. After a while,
the kiss became gentler and Ryan pulled away. Seth was disappointed he was
over. Ryan looked at Seth, why hadn't he done this sooner? His eyes were still
closed as he said it but a smile was starting to creep across his face.
"Dude, ya just kissed me!" Then his eyes flew
open, "And you hands like..." Ryan started to gently massage Seth's
cock through his combats.
"Just want to let you know that you're mine, ok? You
don't look at other guys, you don't talk to other guys and you certainly don't
let them touch you"
"Uh, Ok" Seth couldn't process any thoughts at the
moment.
"Lets get out of here" Ryan removed his hand and
turned around. By this time, Aston was on his feet. As Ryan's gaze fell upon him,
the anger returned. "You ever touch what's mine again, and I'll nail your
dick to the floor" With that he grabbed Seth's hand and strolled out of
the club.
TBC...
Honey. xx