Title: The Pancake Tour of North America: Sudbury

Author: Heath07

Rating: PG

Summary: Seth/Ryan Seth and Ryan are on a road trip.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to FOX and the creative mind of Josh Schwartz. :(

Feedback: Yes, please.

Notes: I'm not sure anyone will like this story...but if they do, this will probably be the first in a series of loosely connected stories about Seth and Ryan's trips to various places in Canada and the United States. They will probably alter in rating and genre. There's no fixed schedule, I'll write them whenever (if I write any more). I don't know what made me start with Sudbury of all places. lol

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"I think I left all my underwear back at the other hotel," Seth said, searching his bag for a clean pair of boxers.

"Wear a pair of mine until you buy some more."

"Dude, that's...eh, okay." Seth shrugged, accepting the gray boxer-briefs Ryan threw to him. "But, just so you know, I think this is kinda hot, so you know I might just get a little extra frisky in public today."

"Do you have the map?" Ryan asked, barely paying attention as he walked into the bathroom and did a quick scan making sure they hadn't forgotten anything.

"Uh, yeah, somewhere," Seth answered slipping on a pair of jeans. "I still need my toothbrush so don't pack it yet."

Ryan rolled his eyes and pulled Seth's toothbrush out of the bag he'd just packed. "You're so slow," he said, checking his watch. "You better hurry, it's almost ten, they might stop serving at 10:30."

"Dude, it's not McDonald's, it's a pancake place...you know, designed specifically to serve breakfast all day."

"Right, that's what you said when we were in Florida when we went for that late dinner and look how well that turned out."

"It's not my fault that most of the population in Florida is over seventy and that everything was closed early. It's just not," Seth said, emphatically ignoring the way Ryan eyed him with scepticism.

Seth put on a brown t-shirt with the words: Big Ed's Monster Truck Rally over a big wheel emblem and checked himself in the mirror. "Gah, my hair looks like crap. It's like Don King and Minnie Driver had an affair and my hair is their love child." Seth shuddered after he conjured up a mental picture.

"It looks fine," Ryan said, shaking his head, smiling despite trying to keep a serious face. He was leaning against the frame of the bathroom door, his arms crossed over his chest looking at Seth in the mirror.

Seth grabbed his toothbrush, put too much toothpaste on and started brushing. "You 'ind 'is, re'ly a'hracti've dob't 'ou?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Even if I knew what you were saying, I wouldn't know how to answer."

Seth pulled his toothbrush from his mouth and spit, rinsed it under the sink and shook the excess water out. "I said, you find this really attractive, don't you?"

Ryan smiled, his eyes getting dark. He stepped into the bathroom and put one arm around Seth, knocking the toothbrush into the sink, his other hand pulled Seth's face toward him and he kissed him hard. His tongue sought Seth's and his hand delved lower, moving down Seth's hip and into the front of his jeans. Seth responded eagerly, tilting his head to get closer, to reach a better angel. Ryan pulled back, needing air. He looked at them in the mirror, withdrew his hand and winked at Seth. "You're right, it is kinda hot that you're wearing my underwear."

Ryan walked out of the room and picked up their bags, heading out to the car to load them up.

Seth looked at himself and then his eyes moved to the sink, found his toothbrush sitting in the less than appealing drain and then his eyes travelled lower to his crotch where he was sporting a nice erection. "Dude!" he said, shaking his head. "I guess I have to buy a new toothbrush too," he said to himself, flicking off the light and doing his best to shift his pants so his erection wasn't so obvious. He could wait until it went down, but considering he was going to be in Ryan's presence, it looked like it was staying.

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Seth and Ryan stopped at a little place around the block from their destination. A woman named Ruth seated them and said she'd be back in a minute to take their orders. The place was small, like most of the locations they usually chose for breakfast. They'd decided to start in Florida and work their way up through Canada, crisscrossing through the United States, catching all the cheesy tourist attractions and the best breakfast houses North America had to offer. They preferred the small restaurants to large franchises whenever they could get away with it, but occasionally when nothing else was around or a place looked like it hadn't passed the health code inspection, they'd stop at IHOP and gorge themselves on familiar cuisine.

P.E.I. and Nova Scotia had offered an array of breakfast adventures, one that included fresh lobster and eggs cooked right on the shoreline. The people there were friendly, if not quiet, and kept to themselves mostly, letting Ryan and Seth alone to go about their business.

Newfoundland had been one of their favourites. Everyone talked funny and they had all sorts of weird food they couldn't pronounce. The people there were loud and knew how to have a good time, it wasn't uncommon to find themselves halfway drunk by 11:30 am. They took pictures of the people they met and at night they'd look at the digital camera and Seth would tell stories that usually began with: 'Hey, remember when...' or 'Wasn't it cool how...' Mostly, they were just having a good time, meeting new people and learning about each other.

Even though they had set out to get the best pancakes, it had become more about an adventure together than anything else.

Seth picked up the brochure Ryan had set on the table next to his water glass. "So, what is this thing we're going to this afternoon, all it says is Big Nickel."

"It is what it says, just a big nickel."

"Really? That's it? Just a big ol' nickel and nothing else?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Well, how big is it? Like, really super-huge or just like, you know, kinda big."

"I don't know, Seth, I've never been there before."

"Yeah, right. No, I know. But do you think it's like as big as-"

"Hey guys, ready to order?" Ruth said, pulling a pencil from her hair.

Ryan smiled politely. "I'll have a glass of orange juice, french toast and bacon."

"Great, and you?" she asked, turning to Seth as she jotted down Ryan's order.

"Pancakes, please."

"Okay, coming right up."

"You don't always have to order pancakes, Seth."

"Yeah, I do. That's the whole point, it's the Pancake Tour of North America. What would the Pancake Tour of North America be without the pancakes? Come on, dude, one of us has to keep it real."

Ryan rolled his eyes.

"So back to what I was saying about the nickel..."

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Seth patted his belly and groaned. "Those were some serious kick-ass pancakes."

"You ready to go? I'll go pay the check." Ryan stood and went to the front register while Seth grunted and whined while he eased out of the booth and stood.

Seth was waiting in the car holding his stomach when Ryan came out of the diner. He opened the driver's side door and got in, looking over at a pitiful looking Seth.

"Uh, are you going to be okay?"

"Mom was right, my eyes are bigger than my stomach. When am I going to learn?"

"Maybe you should order something different next time."

"Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. How many times do I have to explain it, if one of us doesn't eat pancakes than it defeats the whole purpose of the Pancake Tour-"

"Of North America. Right, right, I get it. Next time, I'll order the pancakes."

"But dude, I love pancakes."

Ryan shot Seth his trademark scowl.

Seth sat up. "Right, no more complaining." He watched Ryan put the car in gear and smiled to himself.

Two and a half minutes later they pulled up to the Big Nickel. They both stared out the front window of the car.

Seth pointed. "Is that it?"

"Yeah, looks like."

"You want to get out of the car?"

"Nah. You?"

"No, I'm cool."

"It's big, but... Hmm, I thought it would be bigger."

"You say that about everything."

Seth smiled mischievously. "Not everything."