Why must they test me this way?
Of the Bad
+I’m not getting any of my e-mail, except for the spam (people, I saw the Hilton sex tape ages ago, get over it), so if you e-mailed (or commented) I’m not ignoring you, I just didn’t get it.
+My cable is jacked up and A&E has vanished from the line-up which means I missed all thegayness Hornblower. [insert sulking here]
Of the Good
+The O.C is on tonight.
The O.C.
Frankenstein
Seth’s body is responsive, pliant, under Ryan’s quick hands and sharp teeth.
Ryan’s hands scrabble at the waist of Seth’s jeans and the buttons slip open as though just waiting for Ryan’s fingers to come along and free Seth from his restraints.
Ryan nips at Seth’s jaw and pulls at tangled curls to direct Seth where he wants him. He uses his body to coax Seth into the corner, out of sight, and his tongue urges Seth to open his mouth wider, to push back, to participate. To shut up and be there.
Nothing about Seth is evasive when it comes to Ryan.
Their kisses are wet and messy, and Seth tastes like sugary cereal and coffee. It’s not a particularly pleasant sensation, but Ryan’s not complaining. There’s not enough time for him to be picky right now. Their ride is coming. They have to leave soon. Sandy is going to come down the hall any minute, and the laundry room isn’t the best place for a secret assignation, but Ryan wants and he wants *now*.
The pads of his fingers are going to leave bruises, impressions of ownership, on Seth’s hips. The taste of Seth is going to be the only thing in his mouth for hours as a bitter reminder of the mess Ryan’s made.
Marissa and Summer and Luke and Anna are obstacles that Ryan put between them, and it’s a bit late to mourn.
Seth bites his lip as Ryan drops to his knees, and his fingers wind into Ryan’s hair as Ryan takes him in his mouth, sucking him down without preamble.
Ryan’s hands grope and scrape along Seth’s hips, leaving tangible reminders that he was there way before Summer and Anna ever came along. They’re just the current tenants of a property that Ryan owns, even though he pretends otherwise, and Seth makes a keening noise when Ryan’s hands grip a little too hard.
Breaking what is already his is stupid and wrong, and Ryan’s mouth slides up and down, making obscene wet noises in apology.
It’s not Seth’s fault that Ryan is made like this.
In the beginning, he thought he was providing Seth with a service, a thank you for all that Seth’s done for him, but he was wrong.
So very wrong.
Ryan has created a monster, and with time things are only going to get worse.
Ryan could’ve had Seth at any time. He knows this; Seth knows this. But Ryan didn’t want to cause trouble; he didn’t want to make any more waves.
Between the arson and the fights and the home wrecking, he just couldn’t bring himself to add sexuality-wrecker to his resume. He didn’t think that Sandy and Kirsten needed that kind of stress.
So Ryan focused on Marissa, who’s way too much like his mother, and he stayed away from Seth. Or he tried. But it didn’t work.
Staying away from Seth was a failed experiment that Ryan sabotaged from the outset, and he put other people between them to suppress how much he wanted to keep Seth for himself, but it hasn't worked.
He only kind of wants Marissa. And he only kind of wants Luke. The two of them together don’t even come close to Seth, but this is the monster that Ryan’s built, and again, he’s totally brought this on himself.
What Ryan wants is Seth shuddering beneath him. What Ryan wants is to have a real date. Instead, he’s pretty much given Seth to Summer and Anna, and relegated himself to clandestine trysts in closets and trying to pretend that he doesn’t understand Seth’s longing glances.
Ryan’s only sixteen, he doesn’t need this kind of possessiveness.
The trouble is possessiveness is all he knows.
Plus, he’s got English, and there’s a test on Frankenstein he has to take, and Frankenstein was the doctor not the monster, but most people don’t seem to realize this. And there’s this thing, this empathy he feels for the doctor because the doctor created this thing that he thought would be beautiful, and everybody knows it was just this monstrous disaster.
Dr. Frankenstein thought that what he did would make people happy, that it would make *him* happy, but he was wrong. And every time he sees Seth with Summer or Anna, or Marissa does something else he’s already lived through with his mother, he realizes what a mess he’s made.
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+I’m not getting any of my e-mail, except for the spam (people, I saw the Hilton sex tape ages ago, get over it), so if you e-mailed (or commented) I’m not ignoring you, I just didn’t get it.
+My cable is jacked up and A&E has vanished from the line-up which means I missed all the
Of the Good
+The O.C is on tonight.
The O.C.
Frankenstein
Seth’s body is responsive, pliant, under Ryan’s quick hands and sharp teeth.
Ryan’s hands scrabble at the waist of Seth’s jeans and the buttons slip open as though just waiting for Ryan’s fingers to come along and free Seth from his restraints.
Ryan nips at Seth’s jaw and pulls at tangled curls to direct Seth where he wants him. He uses his body to coax Seth into the corner, out of sight, and his tongue urges Seth to open his mouth wider, to push back, to participate. To shut up and be there.
Nothing about Seth is evasive when it comes to Ryan.
Their kisses are wet and messy, and Seth tastes like sugary cereal and coffee. It’s not a particularly pleasant sensation, but Ryan’s not complaining. There’s not enough time for him to be picky right now. Their ride is coming. They have to leave soon. Sandy is going to come down the hall any minute, and the laundry room isn’t the best place for a secret assignation, but Ryan wants and he wants *now*.
The pads of his fingers are going to leave bruises, impressions of ownership, on Seth’s hips. The taste of Seth is going to be the only thing in his mouth for hours as a bitter reminder of the mess Ryan’s made.
Marissa and Summer and Luke and Anna are obstacles that Ryan put between them, and it’s a bit late to mourn.
Seth bites his lip as Ryan drops to his knees, and his fingers wind into Ryan’s hair as Ryan takes him in his mouth, sucking him down without preamble.
Ryan’s hands grope and scrape along Seth’s hips, leaving tangible reminders that he was there way before Summer and Anna ever came along. They’re just the current tenants of a property that Ryan owns, even though he pretends otherwise, and Seth makes a keening noise when Ryan’s hands grip a little too hard.
Breaking what is already his is stupid and wrong, and Ryan’s mouth slides up and down, making obscene wet noises in apology.
It’s not Seth’s fault that Ryan is made like this.
In the beginning, he thought he was providing Seth with a service, a thank you for all that Seth’s done for him, but he was wrong.
So very wrong.
Ryan has created a monster, and with time things are only going to get worse.
Ryan could’ve had Seth at any time. He knows this; Seth knows this. But Ryan didn’t want to cause trouble; he didn’t want to make any more waves.
Between the arson and the fights and the home wrecking, he just couldn’t bring himself to add sexuality-wrecker to his resume. He didn’t think that Sandy and Kirsten needed that kind of stress.
So Ryan focused on Marissa, who’s way too much like his mother, and he stayed away from Seth. Or he tried. But it didn’t work.
Staying away from Seth was a failed experiment that Ryan sabotaged from the outset, and he put other people between them to suppress how much he wanted to keep Seth for himself, but it hasn't worked.
He only kind of wants Marissa. And he only kind of wants Luke. The two of them together don’t even come close to Seth, but this is the monster that Ryan’s built, and again, he’s totally brought this on himself.
What Ryan wants is Seth shuddering beneath him. What Ryan wants is to have a real date. Instead, he’s pretty much given Seth to Summer and Anna, and relegated himself to clandestine trysts in closets and trying to pretend that he doesn’t understand Seth’s longing glances.
Ryan’s only sixteen, he doesn’t need this kind of possessiveness.
The trouble is possessiveness is all he knows.
Plus, he’s got English, and there’s a test on Frankenstein he has to take, and Frankenstein was the doctor not the monster, but most people don’t seem to realize this. And there’s this thing, this empathy he feels for the doctor because the doctor created this thing that he thought would be beautiful, and everybody knows it was just this monstrous disaster.
Dr. Frankenstein thought that what he did would make people happy, that it would make *him* happy, but he was wrong. And every time he sees Seth with Summer or Anna, or Marissa does something else he’s already lived through with his mother, he realizes what a mess he’s made.
-end-
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