Continuing the further adventures of the irrepressible Kimmie and Ryan the stud.

Also available on LJ (see link on our profile page) if you prefer replies to your feedback. This chapter is identical on both sides, though.

DISCLAIMER: We do not own anything OC related. Kimmie, on the other hand, is all ours (and JBKAF Productions')

Please review at will – we love the feedback!

---- - - - - - ---- - - - - - - -- - - - - - --- -- - - -- - - - -- - - --

Chapter 10: Breakfast etiquette

God, I'm thirsty. Ryan's arms are still around me, but he's dead to the world. I lie in his embrace for a few minutes and listen to his breath in my ear.

He's so innocent and cute when he's sleeping. And he definitely gave me a ride last night… once again, he's earned his sleep. And this time I might just let him have it for a little while.

But I'm thirsty. And hungry. It's seven am, I doubt Luke's up this early. Plenty of time for me to raid the fridge and get back to bed for some wake-up sex with Ryan.

I find my bag and search through it but I don't find anything to wear that's not high maintenance. Finally, I pull on a thong and I reach over into Ryan's bag and pull out a wife beater. I glance at him lying all naked in the bed and I get an idea.

What'll he do when he wakes up and can't find any of his clothes? Heh. I stuff his bag into the empty cabinet under the TV. Not real original, but it'll get him confused and hopefully keep him naked for a few extra minutes.

I walk out into the hallway after peeking around to see if Luke's up and about. The house is silent so I go into the kitchen.

I don't mind people seeing my body but Ryan might get the wrong idea if he finds me in the kitchen in just a wife-beater and thong. But the kitchen sex was pretty hot last time… or would have been, if Mom hadn't turned up.

Food. Must have sustenance. I open the refrigerator and grab a bottle of orange juice. I take a couple of swallows and immediately my stomach revolts, gurgling angrily. Tequila must not have settled well.

"Morning…" Luke grunts, walking in with drooping eyelids. He's wearing a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. He looks like he was up all night.

"Morning," I nod, closing the refrigerator. Luke turns red and his eyes flash as he comes to full alertness. Oh. "Sorry, I'm having a little fashion malfunction this morning…"

"It's…cool. Just surprised me a little, that's all…" Luke said, trying to hide his embarrassment. "You want some cereal?"

"Sounds good," I grin. He holds out a box of frosted flakes and I take it, sitting down at the table.

"So. You and Chino sure had fun last night," he says slyly, his mouth full of cereal.

"Oh…yeah. Did we keep you up?" That might be a poor choice of words. He was already pretty "up" when we left the club, if I remember.

He blushes again. "Um, no, no…I slept okay…" I bet you did, handsome. After you took care of a few… outstanding issues? The thought of Luke getting himself off while we were having sex in the shower is kind of hot. Actually, more than kind of.

I think I'm blushing now. "Sorry, man. I…Ryan makes me lose all control sometimes…" And then some. Just thinking about how good we are in bed together makes me want to get back in that bedroom for another round. But it would be rude to Luke, I guess.

"Uh huh," he says.

"What?"

"I've never seen Chino so…" Luke is clearly searching for words. "So relaxed. He's usually pretty…brooding and tense…"

"Really?"

"Yeah," Luke nodded. "Like, I figured he was coming up here to veg out and relax without all the shit with his mother and Mary and the Cohens hanging over him. Instead, he brings you…"

His mother? Ryan hasn't mentioned his mother. I wonder what's up with all that…

"But, he seems okay," Luke shrugs.

"We've had a lot of fun. I've only gotten him into a couple of fights…"

"Yeah, Chino just can't walk away from a fight," Luke grins.

"Hey, Luke? Did Ryan finally…oh. Hello…" The older man that walks in is well dressed and clearly surprised to see me.

"Dad…this is Kimmie…she's a friend of mine…" Luke said, equally surprised to see his dad. He reaches over and puts his arm around me, pulling my chair closer to him.

"Nice to meet you," I say. Obviously, Ryan wasn't supposed to bring company. Damn, we should've had some sort of lie conference to get our stories straight.

"You, too." He isn't ogling me even though I'm barely dressed. Cool Dad, I guess. Not phased by half-naked girls in the kitchen.

"I'm Carson, Kimmie. I was going to make you guys some breakfast. I won't be around tonight and I sort of promised Sandy and Kirsten that I would be keeping tabs," He smiles. "Where's Ryan?"

"Still asleep," I answer. Luke gives me a look. Oh yeah…

"He's pretty worn out from last night," Luke says. His dad gives him a weird look. I'm confused.

"Well, I'm going to start the pancakes and coffee," Carson says, moving toward the cabinets.

"Dad didn't know you were coming, I didn't think he'd come by," Luke whispers. "Just pretend you're with me…"

I nod. I hope Ryan doesn't get the wrong idea though…this is becoming surreal in a hurry.

"So, what'd you guys do last night?" Carson asks.

Luke rolls his eyes and launches into a truncated description of video games and sightseeing, leaving out the club and the weed and all the good stuff.

Ryan walks in. He doesn't look angry, but he's definitely not amused by his misplaced clothes. Bad idea, Kimmie, but he looks damned good in his jeans from last night and nothing else. His gaze flickers across me sitting so close to Luke but it settles on Carson who's grinning widely.

Luke's blushing red and glaring at his father. Carson can't take his eyes off Ryan. Hmm…I think I figured it out. At least I know I'm not losing my touch.

"Hi, Mr. Ward…" Ryan says, giving him a smile.

"Good to see you, Ryan. Please, call me Carson…" Carson says.

He needs to take his eyes off my man…is he my man, now? God…he sure does look tasty. Luke's dad might need to pass that pancake syrup to me so I can…I need to stop looking at him.

Ryan sits down across from Luke and me and his gaze flickers to Luke.

Luke's shaking his head in embarrassment. "Dude…where are your clothes?" he whispers.

"Somebody hid them. This is all I could find," Ryan murmurs.

"Sorry. I didn't know that…" Know what? That Luke's dad likes to look at his sexy friends? Shit, my mom does it too. Ugh. Now I really know how Luke feels. "That your Dad…" How can I put this?

"Just drop it," Luke mutters, waving his hand.

"Okay, guys, first serving's up…" Carson puts a stack of pancakes on the table between us and we all look at each other. "Come on, you guys must be hungry."

I don't want to know what he's thinking we've been doing.

---- ---------- - -- ------------ ---------- ----------- ---------- - -- ------------ ---------- ----------- ---------- - --

Why is it that when I'm with Kimmie I end up meeting parents half-naked in a kitchen? And what the fuck is Mr. Ward doing here? I thought we had a clear weekend ahead of us. Still, quick thinking there with Luke and Kimmie going all lovebird on me.

"So, Ryan, are you settling back into Newport okay?" Mr. Ward asks.

He keeps pretending not to stare at me but he's not doing a very good job of it. Christ, Newport parents really need to get a grip. First Kimmie's mom, now Luke's dad. Julie Cooper's not quite the trailblazer she thought she was.

I need to find a shirt. Soon.

"What do you want to do today?" says Luke, trying to lighten the mood.

Find my clothes would be a nice start. "Whatever, dude. What do you do on a Sunday?"

"We can go and hang out, go to the movies – I don't know, take a riverboat cruise? It's up to you dude."

Riverboat cruise? What the fuck? I shoot him a look. He has the good grace to look mortified. Mind you, what with his dad ogling me and Kimmie sitting half-naked next to him – I can't believe how little she's wearing, incidentally – he has plenty to keep him blushing for a while.

Mr. Ward suggests a few places of interest I may want to visit. Kimmie says very little, to avoid putting her foot in it, and I answer questions about what's been happening in Newport since Luke left.

Breakfast is excruciating. But at last it is over.

And afterwards, Mr. Ward leaves us to our own devices.

"Stud, I'm so sorry about the clothes," Kimmie says when the door closes on Luke's dad.

"You could have picked a better moment," I sigh.

Luke is crimson with embarrassment. "Dude, my dad was way out of line. I'm… I'm really sorry."

Kimmie giggles. "Poor Ryan. Did he tell you about the time my mom caught us in our kitchen? We were both really stoned, and he was licking ice cream off my tits when we heard the front door slam…"

"Kimmie!" I can't believe that girl. Now I'm the one going red. Luke is looking at me with an unreadable expression. It could be mockery, it could be awe or it could be sympathy.

"What? Don't be such a grandma, stud. It's not like Luke's a prude. Are you?" She turns to Luke, who's still sitting right next to her, practically thigh to thigh and smiles at him. He shakes his head, grinning.

"Dude, compared to you, anyone's a prude. And I mean that… in a good way?" he says, and Kimmie laughs and gives his knee a little squeeze. Huh. I shouldn't sleep in.

I must remember – neither Luke nor Kimmie have any morals. It's a dangerous combination.

"If you think she's bad, you should meet her mom," I tell him as Kimmie finally leaves his side to go and get dressed. Luke raises an eyebrow at me.

"At least your dad didn't pinch my butt," I say, and his jaw hits the floor. Kimmie's mom just wiped the floor with his dad on that one.

"So, dude," he says when he's recovered, "Is Kimmie always so… loud? Or was last night a special occasion? Because, man, it was impressive."

I can feel my ears turning red. "Um, no. I mean yes. She is – kind of enthusiastic. It can get… embarrassing."

"Dude," he says. "Dude…" And he flashes me another one of those awed grins. And yeah, I am smug.

"Sorry if we kept you awake."

"Just as well my dad was out, huh?"

Yeah. Just as well.

---- -- - --------- - --------------- -------

I make it back to the bedroom only to be cornered by Kimmie. She's dressed in another combination of short skirt, tight top and heels and looking her usual scorching self.

"Stud, you've been looking positively edible for the past hour, and I'm all out of patience," she purrs, and she pushes me onto the bed.

"I think I owe you a couple of… good times," she whispers into my ear as she kneels between my legs. "And you had to put up with being stared at by Luke's dad over breakfast because of me…"

Okay. I'm game. Actually, with Kimmie, I'm pretty much always game. Fuck, she is just too good to deny. And she gives the best head ever. No contest.

She unbuttons my pants, and smiles at what she finds there. Because in the time it took to push me back onto the bed, I've gotten pretty hard. Blame her saucy looks. And the way she licks her damn lips.

We've been non-stop fucking since we started this trip, but she gets me going every time.

The feeling as she drops her head into my lap is indescribable. Her lips, her hot mouth, her tongue, the slow rhythm, which builds up, and the look she gives me when she pulls away and I try to follow the tip of her tongue with my hips. Jesus, she's really getting off on this.

"Oh, Ryan, you just taste too good," she sighs. And then she goes back in for the kill. Holy shit, she gets better every damn time. And I really have to bite my lip not to make any noise when she takes it all in and speeds up, harder, faster, until I let go, stars exploding behind my eyelids.

God, Kimmie, you are one sexy chick. I let my fingers get tangled in her curls and slide down to her cheek as she gets up from her knees. I pull her into an embrace and kiss her as she nestles against my chest.

The tender moment is broken by my cell phone ringing. Again. No doubt a Cohen is on the other end.

It's Seth. And he sounds frantic.

"Ryan, you've got to tell me the truth," he says.

"Huh? Good morning to you too. What the hell…"

"Bro', this is a serious situation. We have – I have – just found out something which I would very much like you to confirm. Actually, I'd prefer it if you told me it was all bullshit but…"

"Seth, what the fuck are you on about?" I still feel groggy from Kimmie's ministrations, but clearly Seth is very hyped. Even for Seth. Something must be wrong.

"Well, okay. Let me try this out on you. I'm over at Summer's and she was checking her emails and then her dad called her away and I saw Luke mailed her last night so I looked to see if there was news of you…."

Oh fuck. I can see where this is going.

"And it turns out you, my friend, have been less than honest with me." Seth says forcefully.

"I don't know what…"

"Like hell you don't. Let me remind you of a certain incident in the parking lot at Harbor a few days ago. An incident involving you and Kimmie and Summer." And he says it as though I had actually had a threesome with the pair of them. Which is a tempting thought, but also a complete no-go area. Even in my head.

I sigh. "Seth…"

"No, wait, Ryan. Were you ever going to tell me about this?"

I shake my head. "What's the point? It was an embarrassing moment for all of us." Well, except Kimmie, who actually seemed to get a kick out of it. But he doesn't need to know that.

"Yeah. And the fact that Summer got all hot and wanting some backseat action later that day was all coincidental?" he says, and he really sounds bitter. Fuck.

"Seth…" I try again, but he cuts me off.

"No, I mean, how am I supposed to interpret that? My girlfriend wants to sleep with my best friend? Do you think she was thinking about you when she went down on me in…"

Enough. "Seth, stop it. I don't know what the hell she was thinking of but can you just chill out?"

"Chill out?" he says. "How do you expect me to chill out!"

"Hell, maybe she was turned on by Kimmie…" I say, desperate for something to deflect Seth's tirade.

Kimmie looks up at me and smirks. She knows exactly what we are talking about.

Seth pauses. Long enough, I can tell, for him to be picturing the scene in his head, with the focus on Kimmie, naked and laid out in all her glory. Swiftly followed by an image of Kimmie and Summer getting hot and heavy together. I know, because I am, too, and if I hadn't just been attended to – I would be getting very distracted right now.

"Yeah, I don't know, dude," he finally says, but the wind has been knocked from his sails. "Why didn't you say anything, though?"

I roll my eyes at the phone. "Seth, how the fuck do you expect me to broach that subject. Oh, and by the way, Kimmie and I were trying to have a quickie at lunchtime and Summer walked in on us when I was about to put on a condom?" I mean, what does he want? Blood?

He mutters something indistinct at the other end.

"Anyhow, why don't you ask her?" I say. "I thought she might tell you – and I didn't want to bring it up if she didn't." And Summer is bright enough to get herself out of that hole on her own.

"Yeah, I will," Seth says, sounding slightly deflated. "So, how's Portland? Luke doing okay? He says you guys went out to a club last night. Meet any girls?"

Good old Luke. He may have got the van story out in the open – but at least he didn't get me busted for Kimmie.