OC Fic
Title : Fates Worse Than That (Worst title ever, I know...)
Author : Helen C.
Rating : NC-17.
Summary : Ryan, Summer and the joys of College life.
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 my beta, Joey51
A/N : written for Cheekymice's RL birthday--hope you'll enjoy ;)
Fates Worse Than That
Helen C.
Seth never learns about Summer and Ryan's night together, and never gets back together with Summer anyway. He decides that he has had enough of Newport and moves across the country for College.
Marissa never learns about Ryan and Summer's night together, and never gets back together with Ryan anyway. She decides that she has had enough of Newport, enough of her mother, and moves to Texas for College, which strikes Ryan as odd, but who is he to comment?
Ryan and Summer end up going to UCLA-neither of them wants to live on the cold East Coast or in the hellishly hot Texas, and while both of them have had enough of Newport, they still like California well enough.
Summer enjoys her freedom, dates a lot of guys, and confides in Ryan about pretty much everything.
Ryan enjoys his freedom, dates a lot of girls, and confides very little to Summer-a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, and all that.
Neither of them gets into a serious relationship. It's not that they think they're destined to each other, no, not at all. Simply they're young, and making the most out of life, and they're in college and hell bent on enjoying it to the fullest.
Yes.
That's it.
Of course, there are a few, er, accidents, along the way.
***
"Chino, I'm drunk," she says, breathless from the kiss.
"Yeah. Me too," he replies, as he pushes her panties down and strokes her inner thigh, making her shiver.
He slips a finger inside her, and she throws her head back, hitting it against the wall.
So, granted, a stall in the ladies bathroom in their favourite bar isn't the most comfortable place to have sex. But it was her idea, and Ryan's confident they can manage.
"Ow."
"Hush."
He adds a second finger and she jerks her hips needily.
"Ryan…"
They hear people enter the bathroom and Ryan kisses Summer, muffling her moans as he moves his fingers inside her.
He pulls back and smirks, making a shushing gesture as he starts thumbing her clit.
He sees her swallowing hard, trying to keep quiet as the two women who entered start chatting in front of the mirror, hopefully oblivious to what's happening.
Summer bites her lower lip, hard, when he adds a third finger, still teasing her clit.
She thrusts her hips forward reflexively and he sees her clench her teeth.
Her legs are shaking, and he has to support her weight.
She leans on him, biting his jacket when she comes, and keeps leaning on him while she catches her breath.
"Did you hear something?" Ryan hears outside.
He can feel Summer shaking against him, wonders if she's laughing, but then she pulls back and punches his shoulder, smiling.
***
Ryan realizes he has a problem when Summer meets Brad.
Summer and Brad go on a date.
And another.
And another.
And, sadly, another-Brad must be the first guy to go past the third date with Summer since Seth.
Ryan hates Brad.
Brad is handsome, funny, probably nice to old ladies and puppies, and Ryan wants him to die a painful, gruesome death.
That's not jealousy, he tells himself several times a day.
Simply, Summer deserves someone a little more…
A little less…
Whatever.
It's not jealousy, Ryan is sure of it.
Jealousy would imply that he likes Summer, that he wants to be more than her friend, and he doesn't.
He likes the relationship they have; they're friends, fuck buddies, anything but a couple, and that's how he wants it.
Things always turn out badly when he gets serious with someone.
There was Marissa, and her Issues, and her mother, and her "Me, Me, Me" attitude.
Then, Lindsay, and her Issues, and her father, and her "Me, Me, Me" attitude.
And, of course, Theresa. Enough said.
All three of them needed to lean on him, all three of them sucked in all his energy, all his strength, before leaving him when he didn't have anything to give anymore, and fuck if he's going to let it happen… again.
Summer is incredible in bed, but she's also the best friend he has made in Newport, even if it took him years to realize that.
It's enough, more than enough, for him.
So, there's really no reason why he should be wondering what it would take to rid the world-or at the very least, California-of Brad.
***
"Summer?"
She ignores him and continues to tie his wrists to the headboard with the scarves she got god-knows-where.
Hm.
"How the hell did I agree to that again?"
She takes a step back and looks at him, smiling, her cheeks flushing as her eyes travel down the length of his body.
He's not shy in the least, but he still feels himself blush under her gaze.
She still has on her jeans and tank top, and being naked when she's not makes him feel more than a little vulnerable.
And, also, he has to admit, very turned on.
"Don't you always say that there's always alcohol involved when this stuff happens?" she asks.
"I haven't been drunk in more than a week."
"Then perhaps you're just naturally kinky."
He chuckles nervously. "Right."
She comes sit on the bed next to him, leans over, whispers in his ear, "So, do you think I can make you come only by teasing your nipples, and not touching any other part of you?"
Ryan gulps, croaks, "Er, I doubt it."
She shrugs. "We'll see," she says, and he reflexively pulls at the scarves holding his arms over his head.
It turns out that he's right, and that Summer has some heretofore unsuspected sadistic tendencies if the way she teases him is any indication.
Before long, Ryan is panting and gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles turn white while Summer sucks one nipple and pinches the other between her perfectly manicured fingers.
Ryan keeps bucking his hips, craving for her hands or her mouth on his cock, but she keeps well out of the way.
"Please," he says, his tone embarrassingly strangled.
She looks up at him, smiling, letting her hand trail down his chest. "You're pretty when you beg."
"I don't beg." He shivers when she grazes his stomach, his muscles contracting involuntarily.
Her hand settles on his thigh and he groans. "Come on, what do you want? Blood?"
She giggles and positions herself between his legs. He raises his head long enough to see her lick her lips and falls back on the pillow.
Summer puts her hands on his hips, pinning him to the bed, then runs the tip of her tongue along his cock, retreating when he tries to push himself into her mouth.
"A little patience," she says.
Patience is about the last thing on his mind; at this point, Ryan is starting to wonder if it's possible to die of frustration, because it sure seems that way.
She kisses his inner thighs, runs a finger on his balls, kisses the tip of his cock and retreats again, chuckling when he arches his back and lifts his hips off the bed, trying to keep the contact as long as possible, trying to get more.
Knowing relief is there, just out of reach, is maddening.
Fuck dignity; he's going to start crying like a girl if she doesn't do something.
"Summer-"
He gasps when she takes him in her mouth, and he stops being aware of anything but the feel of her tongue circling his cock and her hands massaging his balls.
He looks at her and the sight of her lips around his cock is almost too much.
"I'm going-" he says, and he doesn't recognize his own voice.
He gasps as he comes in her mouth, every muscle in his body contracting then relaxing, leaving him shaking and breathless.
For a while, they don't move, their panting the only sound in the room.
"You okay?" Summer asks eventually.
He half grunts, half whimpers, as she crawls to the headboard to untie his hands.
"The knots weren't tight, you could have gotten out of these bonds any time you wanted, you know," she points out.
"I know." His eyes are still closed and she snuggles close to him.
"Why didn't you then?"
"Where would have been the fun in that?"
"Good point."
***
"I broke up with Brad," Summer announces, as they're studying for their finals.
Their final finals.
The ones that stand between them and active life.
The last ones-hopefully.
"Too bad," Ryan says, while a little part of his brain starts dancing and singing with joy.
Summer huffs and shakes her head.
She doesn't need to say more.
Ryan looks down at his book, thinking about the last four years.
He never thought about it before now, but he has very few Summer-less memories.
"Summer?"
"Yeah?"
"When we're be done with this shit, do you want us to… I mean…" He stops, closes his eyes, frustrated.
Fuck.
He once let this girl tie him to a bed and tease him to within an inch of his sanity, and now he's stammering to ask her out?
"Do you want to go grab a bite? Maybe a movie?" he asks at last.
"And maybe even have some sex?" Summer asks, her tone implying that there's only one correct answer to that question.
"Yes."
She smiles her sweetest smile at him, the one she usually uses when they're in bed, and he feels his dick twitch.
"I thought you were never going to ask," she says.
She goes back to her own book, but not before winking and licking her lips suggestively.
Fuck.
He's never going to be able to study now.
Of course, he thinks, looking on as she frowns at her text, absently playing with a strand of hair, there are fates worse than that.
end
Author : Helen C.
Rating : NC-17.
Summary : Ryan, Summer and the joys of College life.
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 my beta, Joey51
A/N : written for Cheekymice's RL birthday--hope you'll enjoy ;)
Fates Worse Than That
Helen C.
Seth never learns about Summer and Ryan's night together, and never gets back together with Summer anyway. He decides that he has had enough of Newport and moves across the country for College.
Marissa never learns about Ryan and Summer's night together, and never gets back together with Ryan anyway. She decides that she has had enough of Newport, enough of her mother, and moves to Texas for College, which strikes Ryan as odd, but who is he to comment?
Ryan and Summer end up going to UCLA-neither of them wants to live on the cold East Coast or in the hellishly hot Texas, and while both of them have had enough of Newport, they still like California well enough.
Summer enjoys her freedom, dates a lot of guys, and confides in Ryan about pretty much everything.
Ryan enjoys his freedom, dates a lot of girls, and confides very little to Summer-a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, and all that.
Neither of them gets into a serious relationship. It's not that they think they're destined to each other, no, not at all. Simply they're young, and making the most out of life, and they're in college and hell bent on enjoying it to the fullest.
Yes.
That's it.
Of course, there are a few, er, accidents, along the way.
***
"Chino, I'm drunk," she says, breathless from the kiss.
"Yeah. Me too," he replies, as he pushes her panties down and strokes her inner thigh, making her shiver.
He slips a finger inside her, and she throws her head back, hitting it against the wall.
So, granted, a stall in the ladies bathroom in their favourite bar isn't the most comfortable place to have sex. But it was her idea, and Ryan's confident they can manage.
"Ow."
"Hush."
He adds a second finger and she jerks her hips needily.
"Ryan…"
They hear people enter the bathroom and Ryan kisses Summer, muffling her moans as he moves his fingers inside her.
He pulls back and smirks, making a shushing gesture as he starts thumbing her clit.
He sees her swallowing hard, trying to keep quiet as the two women who entered start chatting in front of the mirror, hopefully oblivious to what's happening.
Summer bites her lower lip, hard, when he adds a third finger, still teasing her clit.
She thrusts her hips forward reflexively and he sees her clench her teeth.
Her legs are shaking, and he has to support her weight.
She leans on him, biting his jacket when she comes, and keeps leaning on him while she catches her breath.
"Did you hear something?" Ryan hears outside.
He can feel Summer shaking against him, wonders if she's laughing, but then she pulls back and punches his shoulder, smiling.
***
Ryan realizes he has a problem when Summer meets Brad.
Summer and Brad go on a date.
And another.
And another.
And, sadly, another-Brad must be the first guy to go past the third date with Summer since Seth.
Ryan hates Brad.
Brad is handsome, funny, probably nice to old ladies and puppies, and Ryan wants him to die a painful, gruesome death.
That's not jealousy, he tells himself several times a day.
Simply, Summer deserves someone a little more…
A little less…
Whatever.
It's not jealousy, Ryan is sure of it.
Jealousy would imply that he likes Summer, that he wants to be more than her friend, and he doesn't.
He likes the relationship they have; they're friends, fuck buddies, anything but a couple, and that's how he wants it.
Things always turn out badly when he gets serious with someone.
There was Marissa, and her Issues, and her mother, and her "Me, Me, Me" attitude.
Then, Lindsay, and her Issues, and her father, and her "Me, Me, Me" attitude.
And, of course, Theresa. Enough said.
All three of them needed to lean on him, all three of them sucked in all his energy, all his strength, before leaving him when he didn't have anything to give anymore, and fuck if he's going to let it happen… again.
Summer is incredible in bed, but she's also the best friend he has made in Newport, even if it took him years to realize that.
It's enough, more than enough, for him.
So, there's really no reason why he should be wondering what it would take to rid the world-or at the very least, California-of Brad.
***
"Summer?"
She ignores him and continues to tie his wrists to the headboard with the scarves she got god-knows-where.
Hm.
"How the hell did I agree to that again?"
She takes a step back and looks at him, smiling, her cheeks flushing as her eyes travel down the length of his body.
He's not shy in the least, but he still feels himself blush under her gaze.
She still has on her jeans and tank top, and being naked when she's not makes him feel more than a little vulnerable.
And, also, he has to admit, very turned on.
"Don't you always say that there's always alcohol involved when this stuff happens?" she asks.
"I haven't been drunk in more than a week."
"Then perhaps you're just naturally kinky."
He chuckles nervously. "Right."
She comes sit on the bed next to him, leans over, whispers in his ear, "So, do you think I can make you come only by teasing your nipples, and not touching any other part of you?"
Ryan gulps, croaks, "Er, I doubt it."
She shrugs. "We'll see," she says, and he reflexively pulls at the scarves holding his arms over his head.
It turns out that he's right, and that Summer has some heretofore unsuspected sadistic tendencies if the way she teases him is any indication.
Before long, Ryan is panting and gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles turn white while Summer sucks one nipple and pinches the other between her perfectly manicured fingers.
Ryan keeps bucking his hips, craving for her hands or her mouth on his cock, but she keeps well out of the way.
"Please," he says, his tone embarrassingly strangled.
She looks up at him, smiling, letting her hand trail down his chest. "You're pretty when you beg."
"I don't beg." He shivers when she grazes his stomach, his muscles contracting involuntarily.
Her hand settles on his thigh and he groans. "Come on, what do you want? Blood?"
She giggles and positions herself between his legs. He raises his head long enough to see her lick her lips and falls back on the pillow.
Summer puts her hands on his hips, pinning him to the bed, then runs the tip of her tongue along his cock, retreating when he tries to push himself into her mouth.
"A little patience," she says.
Patience is about the last thing on his mind; at this point, Ryan is starting to wonder if it's possible to die of frustration, because it sure seems that way.
She kisses his inner thighs, runs a finger on his balls, kisses the tip of his cock and retreats again, chuckling when he arches his back and lifts his hips off the bed, trying to keep the contact as long as possible, trying to get more.
Knowing relief is there, just out of reach, is maddening.
Fuck dignity; he's going to start crying like a girl if she doesn't do something.
"Summer-"
He gasps when she takes him in her mouth, and he stops being aware of anything but the feel of her tongue circling his cock and her hands massaging his balls.
He looks at her and the sight of her lips around his cock is almost too much.
"I'm going-" he says, and he doesn't recognize his own voice.
He gasps as he comes in her mouth, every muscle in his body contracting then relaxing, leaving him shaking and breathless.
For a while, they don't move, their panting the only sound in the room.
"You okay?" Summer asks eventually.
He half grunts, half whimpers, as she crawls to the headboard to untie his hands.
"The knots weren't tight, you could have gotten out of these bonds any time you wanted, you know," she points out.
"I know." His eyes are still closed and she snuggles close to him.
"Why didn't you then?"
"Where would have been the fun in that?"
"Good point."
***
"I broke up with Brad," Summer announces, as they're studying for their finals.
Their final finals.
The ones that stand between them and active life.
The last ones-hopefully.
"Too bad," Ryan says, while a little part of his brain starts dancing and singing with joy.
Summer huffs and shakes her head.
She doesn't need to say more.
Ryan looks down at his book, thinking about the last four years.
He never thought about it before now, but he has very few Summer-less memories.
"Summer?"
"Yeah?"
"When we're be done with this shit, do you want us to… I mean…" He stops, closes his eyes, frustrated.
Fuck.
He once let this girl tie him to a bed and tease him to within an inch of his sanity, and now he's stammering to ask her out?
"Do you want to go grab a bite? Maybe a movie?" he asks at last.
"And maybe even have some sex?" Summer asks, her tone implying that there's only one correct answer to that question.
"Yes."
She smiles her sweetest smile at him, the one she usually uses when they're in bed, and he feels his dick twitch.
"I thought you were never going to ask," she says.
She goes back to her own book, but not before winking and licking her lips suggestively.
Fuck.
He's never going to be able to study now.
Of course, he thinks, looking on as she frowns at her text, absently playing with a strand of hair, there are fates worse than that.
end