Title: Nothing Says I Love You Quite Like a Vasectomy.
Part 4.
Rating: M
Beta: None as Melly- moo is away.
Pairing: Ryan/Missy.
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC, Ryan or Benjamin McKenzie.
Set: AU humor/smut with a hint of plot.
Notes:This is the TBC? after Breaking The Cycle.

Nothing Says I Love You Quite Like A Vasectomy

Part 4

Ryan stuffed another French fry in his mouth and watched Missy as she spoke. They weren't supposed to be talking about 'it' but the conversation kept swinging back to the subject. It seemed like every time Missy went to the bathroom the past few days she came back a strange mixture of happy, upset, and wanting to talk. She'd swing between angst that her period still hadn't made an appearance and having suspiciously misty glint in her eye that she might be pregnant. Now he'd had time to think about it he was still terrified beyond measure but a tiny, tiny part of him was getting broody at the idea and that terrified him more. Missy was now looking over at a couple and their newborn that were sitting at the next table. Missy was getting mushy. Ryan was getting uncomfortable.

"They're so small." Missy was openly ogling the little pink scrap.

Ryan watched as the mother jiggled the baby. It had started to bleat in the way that only newborns could. It was a trembling cry that tugged at the heartstrings and made you want to cover your ears, rush over, and hug simultaneously.

Ryan shovelled a few more fries into his mouth and turned back to Missy.

"If you are…you know…then you'll be pleased that they are so small because…" He made a wincing sound and screwed up his face. He watched as Missy paled and turned back to her food, suddenly interested in her plate again.

"Thanks for that." She ripped a bite out of her burger. " You can bet that in the delivery room I'll be squeezing your balls tight with every contraction just to let you know what it feels like." She smiled sweetly making Ryan have no doubt that if the worse came to the worse she would indeed be inflicting extreme amounts of pain on him. Ryan took a gulp of his soda to cover up the sweat that had just formed on his top lip at the thought. Missy looked pleased with herself.

"Seth, I'm going now. I'm fine. Missy is fine. We are having fun, no domestics, we are not staying up too late and I'm not telling you anything else got it." Ryan raised his eyes to the heavens. "And no I'm not answering your mom's question as to whether I'm wearing clean underwear." He could hear the older Cohen's laughing in the background as Seth relayed he answers to them.

"You can tell Seth that I'm not wearing underwear this trip." Missy said loudly. Ryan laughed as Seth choked the other end of the phone.

"Goodbye Seth." Ryan shut his phone and grinned. "You know he's going to tell the Cohen's what you just said don't you?"

"You think I care?" Missy grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the rollercoaster.

"Uhh uh. No way." He dug his feet into the ground. They were at a fun park just outside Madison but Ryan failed to see what was fun about half the rides. Missy had suggested one more motel stop before they had to succumb to separate rooms at Danny's house – Mrs Robert's not so subtle hint at no fornication under her roof and he'd jumped at it. Ryan had rung ahead and cited traffic as to why they would be arriving in the morning now. Danny had been placated with a trip to the very same fun park they were now in. But now Ryan wasn't so sure his heart could cope with the idea of two trips to a carnival in two days but Missy had been persuasive saying that these places were much more fun at night when most of the kids had gone home. He had perked up at the promise her words held but so far all she had done was drag him onto one white-knuckle ride after the other. He was not happy.

"Come on…you chicken?"

"Yeah…no way am I going on that." Ryan looked up at the loops and dips. Missy whispered in his ear, Ryan gulped.

"Okay." He nodded and let Missy lead him to the back of the line. Five minutes later Missy was sat next to him with her hands in the air screaming with glee whilst he was wishing he were dead. His knuckles were white from holding onto the grab bar with a death grip, his jaw was clamped shut so tight his teeth ached and he thought he was having a fucking heart attack. He tried shutting his eyes but not knowing which direction the cart was going to go in was worse than seeing the sky beneath him as they whizzed upside down. He almost fell out off the platform in his haste to get out of the rollercoaster. He stood for a second with his hands on his knees wondering if he was going to throw up the hot dog he'd eaten twenty minutes before, Missy was being no help, she was laughing at him as she'd done after pretty much every ride which he'd had 'problems' on. One thing for sure he was not doing this again tomorrow. Missy could go on all the rides with Danny no matter how much the kid pleaded; he was keeping his feet firmly on terra firma from now on.

"Let's go." Missy broke though his thoughts. He stood up slowly and took a tentative breath. His gut appeared to be behaving again.

"Back to the motel?" He asked hopefully, his mind snapping back to the whispered promise that got him on the ride of death in the first place.

"Nope." Missy walked off wiggling her hips as she did so. He followed because he was a man and was powerless to a swaying female butt. He found himself standing outside a ride as Missy went to talk to the bored looking carnie type who sat in the booth. He watched as the guy suddenly sat up straight and stared at her boobs as she talked. He laughed to himself as the guy nodded his head in agreement with something Missy was saying and held out his hand for whatever Missy was holding out for him. The carnie was practically drooling when Missy turned back and blew him a kiss as she walked away.

"What was that all about?' Ryan asked nodded to the guy who was now also obeying the code by looking at Missy's ass as she walked back over to where he stood. Missy smiled enigmatically and held her hand out to him.

"New ride, no heights this time I promise." She led him to a garishly painted gondola and stepped in, pulling him forward as she did so. Ryan looked up and grinned.

"Now this I can handle!"

The gondola started on its slow journey through a curtain of sparkly silver beads that parted revealing a gloomily red-lit tunnel that smelled of stagnant water and mildew.

"What is that smell, has a skunk died in here?" Ryan wrinkled his nose.

"This is the 'Tunnel of Love' so stop whinging and put your arm around me buster."

"The decor kinda says red light district more than romance but I can go with that." Ryan stretched his arm out in an exaggerated move reminiscent of a teen movie and rested it along the back of the gondola and slid his butt along the wood of the bench so he was flush with Missy's body. " So what happens now?" He asked not so innocently.

"I think the norm is we make out." She replied.

"That so?" He lent forward and kissed Missy, pushing her down in the seat. "I'd hate to disappoint the ride."

The gondola came to an abrupt stop a minute later with a loud clanking noise. Ryan lifted his head.

"What the fuck?"

"Call this your prize for being a brave boy earlier. I paid for the guy working this to go on a long break." Missy sat up and pushed her hair behind her ears. "A loooong break…" She repeated as she turned the tables and pushed him down in the seat, climbing onto his lap. "So… do you want your prize now?"

"God yeah…" Ryan pushed his hands under her shirt and crept them up her bare back. "What did you have in mind?"

He asked the question but his dick already knew the answer and was rising up steadily to let him know. Ryan felt Missy's hand move from his chest and make it's way downwards thankfully letting him know that she had the same idea as his dick had.

Missy shifted and soon she was kneeling awkwardly between his out stretched legs, well as outstretched as they could be on a cramped fair ground ride. She un-popped his button, and slowly pulled down his zipper, grazing his length with her nails as she went. He lifted his ass as she pushed his pants down out of the way, the varnished wood felt rough against his ass but he didn't care. All thoughts went out of his head and he let the 'Saigon backstreet' vibe of the tunnel take over. He rested his head against the back of the gondola as Missy took his cock firmly in her hand. She held him for a while watching his face as she licked her lips, she knew that drove him crazy. He watched under half closed lids as she lowered her head and lazily tongued his balls, licking and probing her tongue over his skin. He stifled a groan as she moved on and ran her mouth up and down his hard shaft; Missy had skills in this department and knew just what he liked by now and boy was she doing everything. She quickly moved on to flicking her tongue over his sensitive ridge and tip time and time again. He whimpered when she eventually opened her mouth and sank her lips all the way down to the base. Ryan ran his fingers through her hair as her head started to bob up and down. Her mouth was so warm and wet, so damn inviting but he managed to keep his hips still and give her free reign.

Ryan could feel himself start to peek in an embarrassingly short amount of time, the warning being a warm tingle that radiated at the base of his spine then worked its way to his balls - he totally blamed the rocking motion of the boat and the added sensations it was causing on his lack of control. Ryan started to tense, Missy stopped the suction hold she was using and let his cock fall from her mouth with a wet slurp and looked up at him. He wasn't sure whether he was relieved or pissed off.

He definitely chose relieved when Missy stood up and bent down to shimmy out of her panties. Oh god, it was one thing to get blown on a ride; it was another to do the wild thing. His dick twitched in anticipation and a vein in his neck pulsed in excitement.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked as Missy climbed back into his lap. An image of the gondola starting up again and an audience of late night fun seekers at the exit watching them fucking came onto his mind. Her answer was to start kissing him deeply, probing her tongue into his mouth as she rubbed herself against him. That was a good enough answer for him. He decided to go with the flow and relax, he liked kissing and he liked kissing more when his dick knew it was going to get some action.

There was a moment of awkward fumbling, as he fished in his back pocket for a condom, no mean feet when his pants were around his ankles and Missy was biting his neck but he accomplished it and triumphantly brandished the condom to Missy. She took it with an impressed look, Ryan was rather proud that he still had not weakened on that front, maybe this was what his therapist called personal growth? He stopped thinking of his shrink as Missy slid the slippery condom on and glided herself down onto him. He pretty much stopped thinking of anything at that point and let his body take over. Hands, mouth, tongue and teeth came onto play and nothing else mattered – nothing except Missy and her tight muscles and firm thighs- that and the rhythm her hips were keeping.

Ten minutes later he was a boneless mess incapable of speech. His heart was probably racing faster than it had done on the rollercoaster and he was certainly sweating more. He buried his face into Missy's neck as he came, breathing in the scent of mimosa, sweat and excitement.

"I think I like this ride best." He managed to gasp out.

"Me too."

He was just zipping himself up when the gondola started on it's journey again.

"Of course you do know that the guy at the entrance was probably watching and getting his rocks off don't you." Missy said with a laugh as she righted her bra and smoothed down her top.

Ryan avoided the guy's eye as they exited the gondola, Missy waved.

Ryan dried himself off and put on a pair of sweats. He folded the towel and routed around in his wash bag for his deodorant and toothpaste, he couldn't find them yet again- they had a habit of finding their way into Missy's bag. He opened the bathroom door and was just about to ask if she had purloined his toiletries again when he saw Missy standing staring at herself in the long mirror that lined the inside of the wardrobe. She turned to the side and stoked her stomach; she had obviously stuffed a pillow or something under her tee to simulate a bulge. His breath caught in his throat. She was so lost in thought, her hands moving over the lump like it was the most precious thing in the world that she didn't notice him. He stood unsure of what to do. Should he say something? He felt like he should but the words stuck in his throat. He bit the inside of his cheek and watched for a few more seconds before he quietly shut the door.

He lent against the wood and cursed his cowardice. He walked over to the closed toilet seat and sat down, everything coming back to him like bullet to the gut. Shit, shit…just as his started to relax about the situation something threw him for a loop again. The fantasy of the situation was fine he could cope with that. They could fool themselves that it wasn't happening, they could continue to screw like a couple of carefree teens out for fun and ignore it for a while but it would not go away. And when they did talk about it, it seemed almost so unreal and distant like it was happening to someone else that it didn't sink in sometimes but then in moments like this, reality kicked in and sucked all the oxygen out of his body leaving him once again gasping for air.

And the reality? If Missy was pregnant then they both knew and had talked about having some major decisions to make, one decision being a termination. That had come up, it was a factor- they had both been honest about that from the start but from what Ryan had just witnessed it looked like Missy was more and more coming around to the idea of having the baby. He ran his fingers through his hair and lent forward.

Think...but his brain couldn't come up with anything constructive to get himself out of the situation he found himself in.

He really needed someone to talk to about this. He weighed up his options…Seth was a no go. He'd get too excitable and couldn't be trusted not to tell Summer, who'd then tell Marissa and so on. Sandy…No! Kirsten…double no. His brother…definitely not, he'd just pat him on the back and tell him to run away without a backward glance.

He was on his own with this one he decided.

If he was man enough to get a girl pregnant then he was man enough to deal with it.

Except he wasn't, he so wasn't. He knew he had to seriously suck it up and face this. He wasn't ready but it seemed like Missy was.

TBC