Title: Shift Part 1: Tuesday-Wednesday by: calcium_yeah
Pairing: Seth/Luke, Seth/Ryan Rating: R (for safety, not even really slashy yet)
Summary: The typical Luke/Seth non-con for now. Oh, and Ryan cares.
Notes: Takes place sometime after "The Debut". Also, pretend you didn't see the pairings and act surprised when all is revealed later. Nonconsensual & angst warnings.
It was a Tuesday morning when Ryan noticed the scratches. The markings on Seth were hardly noticeable. As if barely there nails had traveled over his skin days before. With all the fights, and the scuffles, and the altercations Ryan and Seth had gotten used to seeing each other bruised. But, Ryan didn't remember Seth getting into much of anything lately and Seth hadn't mentioned anything. Ryan's spoon sat still in his cereal as he contemplated the damaged skin emerging from Seth's collar, rising up his neck and he noted some laced about his arms and-bruises?
"Um, dude, did I accidentally hit your pause button?"
"Huh?"Ryan's eyes sprang to Seth's at this comment, he was still unsure about what he'd seen and he wasn't sure what Seth had been talking about.
"Yeah, you completely looked like someone just yanked your batteries. I thought my father had gone all "Small Wonder" on me and made me a buddy." Seth kept adding on, waiting for a response. He finally paused. Ryan laughed off the moment.
"Okay, you know I'm a complete and total dork, right?" Seth watched Ryan shake his head, "Dude, really, I mean, 'cause I know I'm cool, but only one- no one else seems to realize it."
Ryan chose to let that "only one" slide and fell back into childhood by asking the first thing that popped into his mind.
"Wanna know something?"
"What?" Seth looked truly interested in knowing and Ryan had no idea what to tell him.
He thought about Seth seeing him as this robot that was made just for him. Maybe he could tell him something about who he was before Newport, before he got into that damn car. He was somebody, he was an insider there-a whole person who had an entirely different existence before all this.
"I did exist before I came here." Seth seemed ready to take this as an insult so Ryan started into a Seth-like ramble, "I mean, you were somebody before I came along, right? But we only see each other the way we are now. We get jumped by guys who play water-polo. Believe me-that is not the man I once was."
Seth cracked a smile at that.
"So what's the game here? When'd they start in on you? Middle school?"
Seth looked like he was contemplating something and just looked at Ryan. The whole conversation was like some alternate reality with Ryan doing all the talking.
"Sorry, man, I didn't mean anything by it. That stuff-it's not important." Ryan picked up his bowl of mush and began to rise. Seth grabbed his arm to still him.
"No. It is important. It's why I'm me, right? Social misfit wouldn't quite be the same without the universal torment. Mostly verbal-lately, a little bit more physical."
"So..that started when I got here?"
"Before." Seth said a little too quickly making Ryan squint at him suspiciously. Seth averted his eyes. Ryan decided just to ask-or hint, yeah, he'd hint.
"Looks like you have been getting into something physical, " Ryan eyed the scratches crawling out of Seth's collar.
Seth looked choked. There was no blush or even a hint of a smile. In fact, Seth looked seconds from tears and Ryan began to wish he had kept pretending not to notice.
But something was obviously wrong and he just had this urge to protect pushing him on. Too many moments passed before Seth responded.
"I skateboard." And he left the table. Ryan's eyes were focused on the large, but barely visible blue marks shading his wrists.
A/N OMG, did I just write angst? No, really, did I? I can't tell. Oh, and please tell me if you think this was out of character or off in anyway. Seriously, because I'll definitely work on problems for the upcoming chapters.
Pairing: Seth/Luke, Seth/Ryan Rating: R (for safety, not even really slashy yet)
Summary: The typical Luke/Seth non-con for now. Oh, and Ryan cares.
Notes: Takes place sometime after "The Debut". Also, pretend you didn't see the pairings and act surprised when all is revealed later. Nonconsensual & angst warnings.
It was a Tuesday morning when Ryan noticed the scratches. The markings on Seth were hardly noticeable. As if barely there nails had traveled over his skin days before. With all the fights, and the scuffles, and the altercations Ryan and Seth had gotten used to seeing each other bruised. But, Ryan didn't remember Seth getting into much of anything lately and Seth hadn't mentioned anything. Ryan's spoon sat still in his cereal as he contemplated the damaged skin emerging from Seth's collar, rising up his neck and he noted some laced about his arms and-bruises?
"Um, dude, did I accidentally hit your pause button?"
"Huh?"Ryan's eyes sprang to Seth's at this comment, he was still unsure about what he'd seen and he wasn't sure what Seth had been talking about.
"Yeah, you completely looked like someone just yanked your batteries. I thought my father had gone all "Small Wonder" on me and made me a buddy." Seth kept adding on, waiting for a response. He finally paused. Ryan laughed off the moment.
"Okay, you know I'm a complete and total dork, right?" Seth watched Ryan shake his head, "Dude, really, I mean, 'cause I know I'm cool, but only one- no one else seems to realize it."
Ryan chose to let that "only one" slide and fell back into childhood by asking the first thing that popped into his mind.
"Wanna know something?"
"What?" Seth looked truly interested in knowing and Ryan had no idea what to tell him.
He thought about Seth seeing him as this robot that was made just for him. Maybe he could tell him something about who he was before Newport, before he got into that damn car. He was somebody, he was an insider there-a whole person who had an entirely different existence before all this.
"I did exist before I came here." Seth seemed ready to take this as an insult so Ryan started into a Seth-like ramble, "I mean, you were somebody before I came along, right? But we only see each other the way we are now. We get jumped by guys who play water-polo. Believe me-that is not the man I once was."
Seth cracked a smile at that.
"So what's the game here? When'd they start in on you? Middle school?"
Seth looked like he was contemplating something and just looked at Ryan. The whole conversation was like some alternate reality with Ryan doing all the talking.
"Sorry, man, I didn't mean anything by it. That stuff-it's not important." Ryan picked up his bowl of mush and began to rise. Seth grabbed his arm to still him.
"No. It is important. It's why I'm me, right? Social misfit wouldn't quite be the same without the universal torment. Mostly verbal-lately, a little bit more physical."
"So..that started when I got here?"
"Before." Seth said a little too quickly making Ryan squint at him suspiciously. Seth averted his eyes. Ryan decided just to ask-or hint, yeah, he'd hint.
"Looks like you have been getting into something physical, " Ryan eyed the scratches crawling out of Seth's collar.
Seth looked choked. There was no blush or even a hint of a smile. In fact, Seth looked seconds from tears and Ryan began to wish he had kept pretending not to notice.
But something was obviously wrong and he just had this urge to protect pushing him on. Too many moments passed before Seth responded.
"I skateboard." And he left the table. Ryan's eyes were focused on the large, but barely visible blue marks shading his wrists.
A/N OMG, did I just write angst? No, really, did I? I can't tell. Oh, and please tell me if you think this was out of character or off in anyway. Seriously, because I'll definitely work on problems for the upcoming chapters.