Melt Into You
I never had these feelings before I met Ryan. I never looked at a guy the way I do him. And I never thought about being with one either. But that day he came into my life, he changed everything.
The first time we hugged, I felt a spark. But he was leaving, and I thought it was for the best. The way I felt when I looked at him scared me. I wanted to be with him in any way possible, but it was forbidden.
I knew when he came back that we were meant to be together; at least once, but maybe more than that. The way he smiled at me told me that he wanted to stay, and hinted at a little something else. I noticed that he looked at me the same way I looked at him.
The only way to be alone in my room was to study. We'd close the door and lock it. I told my parents that if there was music playing, we were studying, and we couldn't be disturbed. They didn't need to know that we were actually studying each other.
The first time we kissed, the music was slow. Ryan's lips on mine were gentle and loving. I imagined it happening differently. I thought things would be awkward between us once we were alone, but they were perfect. That first day of 'studying,' Ryan walked right in and turned the music on before approaching me and letting me have it. His lips pressed into mine as he gently pushed me onto my bed. He lay me down and leaned over me without breaking away.
There was a pause as the track changed on the CD, and he just stopped. He stared into my eyes and waited. Unsure of what to do, I stared back, looking for something. His expression was blank and his eyes were empty. I quickly became uncomfortable, and started to push him away. He let me, which confused me even more.
But then another song started and I felt him pushing me back down, his tongue suddenly finding its way into my mouth. From then on, every time the music paused to switch tracks, we would stop to take a breath.
The first time Ryan and I had sex, the music was loud. Our pent-up frustrations—of not being together on a daily basis—exploded. No one could hear the moans or that escaped our lips. We tried to stay as quiet as possible; as hard as that was. But our moans never rose above the volume of the music. The music controlled us.
It did more than that, really. While it controlled us, the music melted all the separate parts of our bodies together. When I ran a hand up his arm, it was like my fingers melted right into his skin. When we kissed, our lips melted into each other. And every time we had sex, our bodies melted were fused together, as if we were one person.
The music gave me hope of a future with Ryan. Unfortunately, it was a false hope, because while music was the only thing that gave us a life together, it was also the only thing that could tear us apart.
Once the music stopped, so did we. It wasn't like the pauses in between tracks. Those were peaceful and telling. We knew what was coming next; we knew there would be another song, and we'd be able to start again.
But when the CD ran out of songs, we ran out of hope. Ryan would slowly dress, make sure that he didn't look like he'd been doing anything wrong, and leave. He left me standing there, wishing for longer songs, and longer CDs. He left me wondering if there would be music another day, or if that was the last time.
When Ryan left my room, everything went back to the normal. It was like we had never been together; like we were only friends.
Like the music had never played at all.
A/N: I have to say that this is completely AU, and in the story, Ryan and Seth like each other from the beginning, and never think of each other as brothers. So don't review and call me a "sicko" for writing this. The summary distinctly says SethRyan and Slash. So if you didn't get the hint then maybe you're a little dense.
Disclaimer: I do not own The OC or any of its characters.