AN:WARNING: THIS IS NOT A ONE-SHOT! Ok, now that's out of the way... This is a story that's being co-authoredby Abster1 andjustnikki. This chapter was written by Abster1. That's me. :D So the next chapter should probably be written my the counter-part of the duo. So for now, read and review!

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The incredibleness of seeing written word, with the help of occasional pictures, being brought to life in movies always astounded Seth, and he constantly gave it the credit it deserved. The concept was lost on Ryan though. Still, he always managed to stay awake through an entire movie, or trilogy, or series – but only when he watched it with Seth. People who don't know the two wouldn't see how this made any difference; they sat on opposite sides of the couch and never spoke while the movie was on, especially since Seth maintained the rule of, "If you speak you die." To the sensitive, trained eye though, their relationship was much different, and lucky for them, no one had the necessary sensitive, trained eye needed.

If the situation stayed that way no one would ever have to know that as soon as they knew they were alone, one would slide over onto the other side of the couch. They would slide into comfortable waiting arms that attached to a shoulder, which made a really good pillow. Nestled in each other's arms they sat comfortably for the duration of the movie or until someone came home. Occasionally there were kisses involved, sometimes it was necessary to finish watching the movie later due to urgent teen boy needs, and sometimes Seth was the pillow and sometimes Ryan was. The only thing that stayed the same was that their secret stayed exactly that, a gigantic "people would totally kill us" secret.

"Hey Ryan?" Seth mumbled sleepily into Ryan's shoulder.

"Hmm?" Ryan replied, not looking up from tracing Seth's arm length.

"Why did I pick this movie? It's so boring."

Laughing, Ryan said, "You said you either wanted to fall asleep or do the other thing beds are made for."

"Yeah, but that doesn't explain why I picked this horrible movie." Seth tried to snuggle himself deeper into Ryan's shoulder, and – because it hurt, Ryan relocated him to his chest. Seth appeared much happier with the move as he threw his one arm around Ryan, looking like he really really needed, and was getting, a nap.

Putting his arm on Seth's back and beginning to stroke it he smiled and said, "You're seriously asking me to try and interpret the way your brain works?"

"When did you stop trying?" he mumbled into the soft cotton.

"When you asked why you ever do anything."

"Mmm – humph – mmmmmm."

"Well ok. I know you're tired, but I was wondering what you would want to do tonight."

"Mmm-ight?" Ryan could feel the vibration on his chest, and all he wanted to do was hold Seth closer.

"Yeah, in the spirit of not being able to do the second thing that isn't happening right now because you're sleeping." He could feel Seth smile and went on, "I was thinking maybe we could go to the beach, and maybe hold hands for a little bit." The smile grew bigger and then faded. Bewildered, Ryan tried to move Seth a little and found out he was dead weight, and his breathing was slow and regular. Smiling, Ryan briefly had a panicked thought about what he would say if the Cohens walked in and Seth was sleeping on him, looking quite content. After that second's thought he realized he didn't care; so he continued to stoke Seth's back, he put his free hand in Seth's hair to play with it, and he enjoyed having such a warm weight on top of him – completely ignoring the movie.

Ryan felt himself pinned down, and he didn't know why – but his foot was asleep and he needed to move it. He couldn't understand why he was pinned down; the last he remembered he was fighting Darth Vader for the rights of Seth and he won. Moving slightly his foot was free – now it was the rest of him that wasn't comfortable. Miraculously though, his whole body managed to move to the right until he was comfortable again, floating on air even.

Ryan felt his blanket take a deep breath and he was suddenly falling. THUD There was instant pain in his head, elbow, and knee. "Ooowww!" Seth's voice came from almost the other end of the couch. "My head! Oh, I think that cracked a rib. Ouch!" Seth tried to stand up on Ryan's leg while yawning and stretching, but Ryan managed to yelp and save his leg, as Seth had only just realized that he was lying there.

"Geez Ryan – what happened?" he looked down – still yawning.

"I fell asleep. Would've been a nice nape if we'd've stayed in one spot."

"Oh." He just then realized Ryan was still on the floor. "Need help?" Seth said, offering his hand, and having it taken.

Falling up onto Seth, Ryan remembered his idea from before their nap. "Hey Seth?"

"Yeah?"

"You did want to go to the beach tonight - right?"

Seth looked down at him in disbelief, "Are you kidding? I want to go to the beach on so many levels right now it should be illegal."

Ryan was just about to step back up to Seth and kiss him, but he was stopped mid-step by a knock on the door. Sandy walked in smiled and said, "Who wants to go out to eat?"

Seth's eyes lit up and he was quickly out the door. Sandy motioned for Ryan to follow him, and all he could do was laugh, saying, "I guess I don't have a choice do I?"

"Here are your appetizers. Enjoy." The waiter set their "little bit of everything", as Sandy called it, appetizer plate down. The plate was about half the size of the table, there was about four of each appetizer – and there were a lot of them.

Ryan sat there wondering if the four of them were actually expected to finish something so large. The Cohens had no problem with the idea apparently, as each took a plate and loaded it with some of everything. He settled on taking a mozzarella stick, finding it very easy to save room for his dinner; he wasn't especially hungry.

Seth looked over between bites at Ryan who was slowly taking apart his mozzarella stick. He just looked so… cute. Smiling and turning back to his food Seth thought that he must look charming, shoving his mouth with food. Pushing the thought from his mind he turned his attention to the new case his parents were talking about.

Suddenly Seth jumped up in his seat, trying to suppress a sound that was coming from the back of his throat. Letting his parents' concerned gazes pass, he thought for a moment, and realized why he had jumped. Ryan's hand had slid up onto Seth's right thigh – clutching it closer to his. Ryan, who had finished his appetizer, met Seth's look of shock with a cocked-eyebrow smirk. Seth turned back to his food and was taking another bite as he felt an involuntary shiver run down his spine at the touch he felt on his inner-thigh.

He attempted to go back to his plate, but all he could manage was a strange cough at which Ryan grinned evilly at. Coughing again, Seth spoke in a higher voice than normal, "I need to go to the bathroom really quick. Excuse me Ryan."

Ryan however looked as though Christmakkah had come early this year. "Actually I have to go too."

Having slid out of the booth Seth walked very quickly to the men's room, and Ryan took his time, having a smug, happy look on his face the whole time. As Ryan walked in the door he was suddenly pushed up against he nearest wall and kissed breathlessly, it was just what he had been hoping for. Seth's angry voice followed their kiss shortly. "Don't ever do that again. Well – not in public anyway. I was horny enough." He finished, looking disgruntled.

Ryan could only kiss him longer and harder; replying, "I just can't wait for our beach date tonight."

Seth brought him in for one last kiss before he became serious. "Okay, but I'm hungry and I need food. It's only the appetizers. At least wait until we're asked to order dessert so I won't." With that Seth walked out the door, leaving Ryan to follow him, smiling faintly.

"So," Seth started, "I want to talk about how incredibly mean you are to me." He paused, making sure they were past their "safe" point on the beach. Thinking they had, Ryan grabbed his hand, they had indeed passed their "no one is around" safe-point in his mind. Seth continued in an annoyed tone, "Especially when we are in public and in front of my parents."

"You were practically finished with your food anyway. I thought it counted," Ryan replied, interlacing their fingers.

"I took like two bites of my hamburger and I only ate like one fry."

"It was more than that!" Ryan said indignantly.

"Okay. Maybe two," Seth shot back sarcastically as Ryan started to swing their hands, as if they were heading to a meadow where they were going to frolic. He went on, "But I was just starting to enjoy my food when your hand wanted me to only think about what it was doing."

Ryan stopped and pulled Seth back towards him, "Hey – I used more than one hand."

Seth allowed Ryan to take his other hand and entwine their fingers as he continued, exasperated, "That's not the point. My mom now thinks I had severe diarrhea tonight because of how many times we had to rush off to the bathroom. And that I needed some kind of support system from you."

Ryan put on a fake pouting face and put him into a long deep kiss. "Darn." There was another shorter kiss before he spoke up again, "So does this look like a good spot?"

"To make out with you? Yes. Other things will have to wait until we're inside."

"I really hope you're kidding." Ryan pleaded.

"Nope." Seth replied nonchalantly, pulling Ryan in for more kisses. Then, in about an hour Seth had to own up to the fact that they didn't have to wait until they were inside for "other things" to happen. As he began walking back to the house with Ryan buttoning his shirt correctly, he commented, "We really are typical teenage boys. Two days is too much for us to not do that," he motioned back to the sand they were in.

Ryan just smiled and said, "It's because I'm maaaagiiiiic."

Seth looked down at him with a glare, "Shut up." Ryan just laughed as he finished buttoning Seth's shirt, and Seth just looked back sadly to where they were. Looking, he noticed that they had left something and went back to pick it up. No one likes a litterbug.

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