An OC Fic for cheeky
Sorry I'm late, cheekymice; this one was written for your LJ birthday; there's a follow-up, written for your RL birthday--it should be up later this week).
Happy birthday! Hope you'll enjoy ;)
Title : The Root Of All Evil
Author : Helen C.
Rating : NC-17.
Paring : Ryan/Summer
Summary : Alcohol is the devil. Yes, it is.
Disclaimer : The characters and the universe were created and are owned by Josh Schwartz. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Huge thanks to the awsome Joey51 for beta'ing this ;)
The Root Of All Evil
Helen C.
Alcohol is the devil.
Ow.
His head is pounding.
Fuck.
Alcohol is the devil.
His mouth feels like it's filled with cotton.
Alcohol is the devil.
His whole body is sore.
Alcohol.
Is.
The.
Devil.
And he's never going to drink a single drop of alcohol ever again, even if he lives to the ripe old age of 158.
Ow.
And yuck.
God, he hates his life.
He rolls over in his bed and bumps into something warm and soft.
"Ow. Damn it."
Funny, his voice doesn't sound that… feminine.
He'd like to open his eyes, but his head is pounding, because alcohol is the devil and he drank way, way too much of it last night.
"Oh. My. God," he hears.
The voice sounds familiar.
Bracing himself, Ryan drags his right eye open. He squeezes it shut when the sunlight sends a stabbing pain all the way to his brain, but he had the time to glimpse dark, long hair.
"Oh. My. God."
And again with the fuck.
"Ryan?"
"What?" he croaks. He clears his throat, which makes his head pound even more fiercely (he's never going to fucking drink another single fucking drop of alcohol ever fucking again, and that's a fucking promise).
"What happened last night?"
"Ugh," he says.
And fuck if that doesn't sum up the situation very nicely indeed.
***
They stay silent for a very long while, lying on their backs, side by side, carefully not touching at all.
"Ryan?"
"What?" God, his voice sounds like he hasn't used it in months.
"Are we naked under there?" Summer doesn't sound much better, he has to admit.
"I don't know."
"Shouldn't we check?"
"No," Ryan says. And sure, it's impractical and stupid, and they're going to have to get out of bed at some point, but right now? Ryan is living in denial, and he plans to continue doing so for as long as he can.
Which, it turns out, isn't long at all.
He hears a rustle, cold air makes him shiver, and Summer moans. "Yup. We're… Um."
Ryan sighs.
Figures.
"So what do we do now?" Summer asks, and what is it with the ten thousand questions anyway? It's not like there's a textbook on how to deal with this kind of situation-What To Do When You Sleep With Your Pseudo-Brother's Ex-Girlfriend While Under The Influence Of Alcohol In Ten Easy Lessons-or if there is, Ryan would love to read it, because it would be fucking useful right now.
"Did we…?"
"Don't know," he says, tersely.
Then, his stomach revolts, and he rushes to the bathroom, praying he'll make it in time.
***
Ryan fetches two bottles of water from the mini fridge (thank God Rosa's keeping it stocked) and hands one to Summer before slipping back under the covers.
They sip their water in silence while Ryan contemplates the situation.
He's starting to get flashes of what happened last night, now that his brain is working at more than five percent of its capacity again.
Laughter.
A hand on his ass.
Hot breath on his ear. "Hey, Chino. How are you doing?"
A slurred, "The Cohens aren't home."
***
"Ryan?"
"Fuck," he says.
"Well, I don't know. Did we?"
Ryan sighs, nods softly. "I think so."
"Oh God."
"Yeah, so they keep saying."
"Subtle, Chino."
A deep, wet kiss.
Smooth hands under his shirt, on his back.
Clothes flying across the room.
Some fumbling as he unfastens her bra.
Her hand on his crotch, his cock already hard.
"When's the last time you got laid, Chino?"
"When's the last time you did?"
"Too long."
"Yeah."
Her hand stroking his cock, slowly, then more quickly, bringing him right at the edge before slowing down again, making him plead.
"Please, Summer."
Her satisfied smile as she keeps stroking slowly, her fingers brushing the tip of his cock while her other hand cups his balls.
His tone growing whiny, making her chuckle, "I wouldn't have figured you as a beggar, Chino," as she mercifully speeds up the rhythm again, his hips lifting on their own accord when he comes all over her hand.
***
"When do the Cohens come home?"
"They're away for the weekend."
She doesn't ask about Seth-they broke up about six months ago and Seth is dating someone else now, but Ryan knows his friend well enough to guess what Seth's reaction would be if he ever learned about this.
Which he won't.
Ever.
They don't mention Marissa either-she left Ryan for Johnny three months ago, but Ryan can guess what her reaction would be if she ever learned about this.
Which she won't.
Ever.
"Cohen and Marissa-" Summer says, echoing his thoughts.
"I know."
"I need a shower before I go home."
He closes his eyes when she gets out of the bed and crosses the room, even though he saw her naked last night, and he remembers clearly how hot she looked then-how hot she always looks, if he has to be honest with himself.
"Don't stop doing that," she half-orders, half-whines, when he stops licking her nipples long enough to look at her.
She's a little breathless, squirming under him.
"Doing what?"
She has a strangled laugh. "Coy doesn't suit you, Chino."
He keeps looking at her and she loses patience, lacing her fingers through his hair and pulling his head down.
He's smiling as he takes her left nipple between his teeth and squeezes softly, enjoying the feel of her body arching under him.
***
"You look smug," Summer says from the bathroom door.
"Sorry," he says, but makes no attempt to stop smiling.
She shakes her head at him, lips twitching.
She walks to the bed and sits next to Ryan, arms crossed. "I'll admit you're good."
He keeps his tone neutral when he replies, "Thanks." He waits until she slaps his arm before adding, "You're… incredible."
She blushes softly. "Thanks." He tone is almost soft when she says, "Cohen-"
"He won't hear about it from me." Ryan tries to remember if anyone saw them leaving together, but his memories of the party are hazy. "We were drunk, one night only, and so on," he finishes.
Because, yes, last night was hot and Summer is beautiful and he likes her now-which would have seemed impossible two years ago-but he would never hurt Seth that way, and he knows Summer feels the same way.
She doesn't look any happier about it than he feels, though.
"See you at school," she says, rising to her feet.
"Yeah."
Then she leaves, closing the door softly behind her.
"Chino…" she says, moaning. Her legs spread open even wider as his hand circles her clit as slowly and lightly as he can manage. "Stop fucking teasing me."
"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?"
Her hips lift as he slides into her, her breathing heavy, her body moving in synch with his own.
She comes with a gasp, her muscles contracting against his cock, the increased pressure making him lose what little control he has left.
***
Ryan sighs and resigns himself; he needs to get his ass out of bed and into the shower, because sooner or later, Seth's going to barge in unannounced, and when that happens, Ryan wants to feel more clear-headed and be less naked.
He knows he's going to spend most of the day nursing his hangover, and he'll probably have trouble looking Seth in the eyes for a while-even though Seth is dating someone else, and getting some action, and bragging a lot about it, damn him, while Ryan has been living like a monk since the one and only time he and Marissa did the deed.
Still, all in all, he feels relatively good and he's ready to chalk it up to a night of good sex.
Perhaps, after all, alcohol isn't the root to all evil…
end
kind-of sequel
Happy birthday! Hope you'll enjoy ;)
Title : The Root Of All Evil
Author : Helen C.
Rating : NC-17.
Paring : Ryan/Summer
Summary : Alcohol is the devil. Yes, it is.
Disclaimer : The characters and the universe were created and are owned by Josh Schwartz. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Huge thanks to the awsome Joey51 for beta'ing this ;)
The Root Of All Evil
Helen C.
Alcohol is the devil.
Ow.
His head is pounding.
Fuck.
Alcohol is the devil.
His mouth feels like it's filled with cotton.
Alcohol is the devil.
His whole body is sore.
Alcohol.
Is.
The.
Devil.
And he's never going to drink a single drop of alcohol ever again, even if he lives to the ripe old age of 158.
Ow.
And yuck.
God, he hates his life.
He rolls over in his bed and bumps into something warm and soft.
"Ow. Damn it."
Funny, his voice doesn't sound that… feminine.
He'd like to open his eyes, but his head is pounding, because alcohol is the devil and he drank way, way too much of it last night.
"Oh. My. God," he hears.
The voice sounds familiar.
Bracing himself, Ryan drags his right eye open. He squeezes it shut when the sunlight sends a stabbing pain all the way to his brain, but he had the time to glimpse dark, long hair.
"Oh. My. God."
And again with the fuck.
"Ryan?"
"What?" he croaks. He clears his throat, which makes his head pound even more fiercely (he's never going to fucking drink another single fucking drop of alcohol ever fucking again, and that's a fucking promise).
"What happened last night?"
"Ugh," he says.
And fuck if that doesn't sum up the situation very nicely indeed.
***
They stay silent for a very long while, lying on their backs, side by side, carefully not touching at all.
"Ryan?"
"What?" God, his voice sounds like he hasn't used it in months.
"Are we naked under there?" Summer doesn't sound much better, he has to admit.
"I don't know."
"Shouldn't we check?"
"No," Ryan says. And sure, it's impractical and stupid, and they're going to have to get out of bed at some point, but right now? Ryan is living in denial, and he plans to continue doing so for as long as he can.
Which, it turns out, isn't long at all.
He hears a rustle, cold air makes him shiver, and Summer moans. "Yup. We're… Um."
Ryan sighs.
Figures.
"So what do we do now?" Summer asks, and what is it with the ten thousand questions anyway? It's not like there's a textbook on how to deal with this kind of situation-What To Do When You Sleep With Your Pseudo-Brother's Ex-Girlfriend While Under The Influence Of Alcohol In Ten Easy Lessons-or if there is, Ryan would love to read it, because it would be fucking useful right now.
"Did we…?"
"Don't know," he says, tersely.
Then, his stomach revolts, and he rushes to the bathroom, praying he'll make it in time.
***
Ryan fetches two bottles of water from the mini fridge (thank God Rosa's keeping it stocked) and hands one to Summer before slipping back under the covers.
They sip their water in silence while Ryan contemplates the situation.
He's starting to get flashes of what happened last night, now that his brain is working at more than five percent of its capacity again.
Laughter.
A hand on his ass.
Hot breath on his ear. "Hey, Chino. How are you doing?"
A slurred, "The Cohens aren't home."
***
"Ryan?"
"Fuck," he says.
"Well, I don't know. Did we?"
Ryan sighs, nods softly. "I think so."
"Oh God."
"Yeah, so they keep saying."
"Subtle, Chino."
A deep, wet kiss.
Smooth hands under his shirt, on his back.
Clothes flying across the room.
Some fumbling as he unfastens her bra.
Her hand on his crotch, his cock already hard.
"When's the last time you got laid, Chino?"
"When's the last time you did?"
"Too long."
"Yeah."
Her hand stroking his cock, slowly, then more quickly, bringing him right at the edge before slowing down again, making him plead.
"Please, Summer."
Her satisfied smile as she keeps stroking slowly, her fingers brushing the tip of his cock while her other hand cups his balls.
His tone growing whiny, making her chuckle, "I wouldn't have figured you as a beggar, Chino," as she mercifully speeds up the rhythm again, his hips lifting on their own accord when he comes all over her hand.
***
"When do the Cohens come home?"
"They're away for the weekend."
She doesn't ask about Seth-they broke up about six months ago and Seth is dating someone else now, but Ryan knows his friend well enough to guess what Seth's reaction would be if he ever learned about this.
Which he won't.
Ever.
They don't mention Marissa either-she left Ryan for Johnny three months ago, but Ryan can guess what her reaction would be if she ever learned about this.
Which she won't.
Ever.
"Cohen and Marissa-" Summer says, echoing his thoughts.
"I know."
"I need a shower before I go home."
He closes his eyes when she gets out of the bed and crosses the room, even though he saw her naked last night, and he remembers clearly how hot she looked then-how hot she always looks, if he has to be honest with himself.
"Don't stop doing that," she half-orders, half-whines, when he stops licking her nipples long enough to look at her.
She's a little breathless, squirming under him.
"Doing what?"
She has a strangled laugh. "Coy doesn't suit you, Chino."
He keeps looking at her and she loses patience, lacing her fingers through his hair and pulling his head down.
He's smiling as he takes her left nipple between his teeth and squeezes softly, enjoying the feel of her body arching under him.
***
"You look smug," Summer says from the bathroom door.
"Sorry," he says, but makes no attempt to stop smiling.
She shakes her head at him, lips twitching.
She walks to the bed and sits next to Ryan, arms crossed. "I'll admit you're good."
He keeps his tone neutral when he replies, "Thanks." He waits until she slaps his arm before adding, "You're… incredible."
She blushes softly. "Thanks." He tone is almost soft when she says, "Cohen-"
"He won't hear about it from me." Ryan tries to remember if anyone saw them leaving together, but his memories of the party are hazy. "We were drunk, one night only, and so on," he finishes.
Because, yes, last night was hot and Summer is beautiful and he likes her now-which would have seemed impossible two years ago-but he would never hurt Seth that way, and he knows Summer feels the same way.
She doesn't look any happier about it than he feels, though.
"See you at school," she says, rising to her feet.
"Yeah."
Then she leaves, closing the door softly behind her.
"Chino…" she says, moaning. Her legs spread open even wider as his hand circles her clit as slowly and lightly as he can manage. "Stop fucking teasing me."
"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?"
Her hips lift as he slides into her, her breathing heavy, her body moving in synch with his own.
She comes with a gasp, her muscles contracting against his cock, the increased pressure making him lose what little control he has left.
***
Ryan sighs and resigns himself; he needs to get his ass out of bed and into the shower, because sooner or later, Seth's going to barge in unannounced, and when that happens, Ryan wants to feel more clear-headed and be less naked.
He knows he's going to spend most of the day nursing his hangover, and he'll probably have trouble looking Seth in the eyes for a while-even though Seth is dating someone else, and getting some action, and bragging a lot about it, damn him, while Ryan has been living like a monk since the one and only time he and Marissa did the deed.
Still, all in all, he feels relatively good and he's ready to chalk it up to a night of good sex.
Perhaps, after all, alcohol isn't the root to all evil…
end
kind-of sequel