Title: Hitting the Showers [The O.C.]
Title: Hitting the Showers
Word Count: 1146
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Ryan/Luke
Series: There will be one yes
Summary: During 01X09 (The Heights), Ryan tackled Luke on the soccer field, later they meet up in the Locker room and work things out…kind of.
Author's Notes: I’d like to thank love_vargas for being the best beta in the world and making sure this was as good as story as it could be.
Ryan took a deep breath as he pushed open the double doors of the locker room. His body still hyped from the laps he’d been ordered to run as punishment for tackling Luke.
His skin was sticky with sweat under his shirt, his muscles burned, and even his bones ached. He’d let himself go in the last few months, he hadn’t been active enough. If he was going to be on the team he’d have to do something about that. Maybe he could get Seth to run with him.
But now he just wanted to take a long hot shower. Since everyone else had come and gone already, he planned to take his time and do just that. He walked straight back to the larger communal shower stopping only long enough at the edge to kick off his shoes and pull off his socks.
He shivered a bit at the cold tile, “you’d think a rich school like this would heat the floors” he thought aloud as he stepped under one of the shower heads and reached for the knob. A gasp escaped him as the water blasted him. The jets pricking his skin both hotter and with more force than he was used to from a school shower. He let his body adjust as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side. He closed his eyes, just feeling the warmth wash over his muscles, relaxing and soothing them, until the sound of splashing distracted him from the sensations.
Ryan just noticed the form of someone through the streaming water and his half opened eyes when he felt strong hands pushing him. Dazed from the fatigue and the heat he staggered, unable to fight the force. His feet slipping on the wet floor as his body kept moving until he felt pressure constricting his chest. He was pinned, his back pressed into the slick tile wall as a strong forearm was thrust across his chest.
“What is your problem Atwood?!”
“Back off man,” Ryan called back as soon as he recognizes the voice and placed the form holding him to the wall. He pushed against the blonds’ chest as he spoke but Luke’s muscles didn’t give under the force even as he felt the cascading water running over his fingers as he kept pushing against the cotton covered form.
“What is it Atwood.”
“I saw you and Marissa,” he saw Luke blink and look at him oddly at the words and felt the muscles give under his next shove. His hands fumbled for the shower knob, twisting the metal and stopping the cascade of water. He brushed his fingers through his hair as he tried to stop the drops of water over his eyes so he could see Luke clearly. “I saw you two.”
“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“You blew it with her,” Ryan ignored the flustered sound in Luke’s voice as he stepped closer meeting him eye to eye.
“It’s not about her.”
Ryan heard Luke’s words at the same moment he felt fingers curling in his hair and rough fabric rubbing against the length of his body and lips pressed to his own. And just as fast it was all gone and he could see Luke moving, saying something he couldn’t make out over the pounding in his chest that was echoed in his ears.
***
Luke stared at his shin, his numb shin as he pulled off the ice pack and felt the warmth start to return. He knew Ryan had been pissed at him for what he’d done to Marissa. He could understand that. But they had gotten past that, they seemed fine now. At the first practice Ryan had even listened to his tips for passing the ball better. So what happened?
The sound of opening doors pulled Luke out of his thoughts for a moment until he saw Ryan jog right by the first aid room without a glance and it brought it all back. He kept trying to help the guy. He’d come forward about the fire after helping Ryan get out. He’s helped Ryan’s mother when he could, he’s slowed down Ms. Cooper for the guy and that wasn’t something sane people did, but he had. He kept helping him and then the guy pulled this. What kept him trying to help? What made him want to help Ryan and why did he care so much that Ryan be cool with him?
Luke got up about the same moment he heard the water start but he wasn’t going to wait. He wanted to know what was up, what was between him and Ryan, and he wasn’t going to wait anymore. He walked right into the large shower just as Ryan was dropping his burgundy shirt to the floor and just stood there under the water, half dressed. His eyes closed with a slack look of fatigue. Luke just walked right to him.
Taking advantage of the fact that Ryan had just started to turn when Luke reached the other man he use that to force Ryan’s back to the wall. Pinning him there, his arm to Ryan’s chest as he yelled at the guy, ignoring the water pouring over them.
Luke ignored Ryan’s reply, both his words and weak shove; he knew neither answered his question so he demanded his answer again.
Marissa? What did she have to do with this? She didn’t make him save Ryan at the house. She didn’t make him want to help Ryan. He’d never really talked to Marissa about Ryan, he just always came up and they where over now anyways. Ryan should like that but that still didn’t answer his question.
Yes he’d messed up with Marissa, really fucked it up but this wasn’t about her. This was about Ryan and him. He watched as Ryan ran his hand through his own hair and then stepped closer, right there, so close. Ryan who had taken his world, his reality, and dumped it upside down in less than a month. Ryan who wouldn’t stay out of his mind; Ryan who was right there.
Luke felt the slick strands of hair between his fingers and heat pressed against his body before he realized that he was kissing Ryan. Tasting water and something else, something different. Something that was Ryan.
And then panic, fear. It flooded his veins; he tried to keep his feet under him as he stumbled back. His mouth shouting some random threat as his legs found their balance with the ground and he bolted from the shower, from Ryan.
He didn’t regain control until he flew through the outer doors and felt the chill of an evening breeze on his soaked uniform. Luke let himself collapse against the wall as he just breathed in and out, in and out…what…what had he done?!
The end
Word Count: 1146
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Ryan/Luke
Series: There will be one yes
Summary: During 01X09 (The Heights), Ryan tackled Luke on the soccer field, later they meet up in the Locker room and work things out…kind of.
Author's Notes: I’d like to thank love_vargas for being the best beta in the world and making sure this was as good as story as it could be.
Ryan took a deep breath as he pushed open the double doors of the locker room. His body still hyped from the laps he’d been ordered to run as punishment for tackling Luke.
His skin was sticky with sweat under his shirt, his muscles burned, and even his bones ached. He’d let himself go in the last few months, he hadn’t been active enough. If he was going to be on the team he’d have to do something about that. Maybe he could get Seth to run with him.
But now he just wanted to take a long hot shower. Since everyone else had come and gone already, he planned to take his time and do just that. He walked straight back to the larger communal shower stopping only long enough at the edge to kick off his shoes and pull off his socks.
He shivered a bit at the cold tile, “you’d think a rich school like this would heat the floors” he thought aloud as he stepped under one of the shower heads and reached for the knob. A gasp escaped him as the water blasted him. The jets pricking his skin both hotter and with more force than he was used to from a school shower. He let his body adjust as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side. He closed his eyes, just feeling the warmth wash over his muscles, relaxing and soothing them, until the sound of splashing distracted him from the sensations.
Ryan just noticed the form of someone through the streaming water and his half opened eyes when he felt strong hands pushing him. Dazed from the fatigue and the heat he staggered, unable to fight the force. His feet slipping on the wet floor as his body kept moving until he felt pressure constricting his chest. He was pinned, his back pressed into the slick tile wall as a strong forearm was thrust across his chest.
“What is your problem Atwood?!”
“Back off man,” Ryan called back as soon as he recognizes the voice and placed the form holding him to the wall. He pushed against the blonds’ chest as he spoke but Luke’s muscles didn’t give under the force even as he felt the cascading water running over his fingers as he kept pushing against the cotton covered form.
“What is it Atwood.”
“I saw you and Marissa,” he saw Luke blink and look at him oddly at the words and felt the muscles give under his next shove. His hands fumbled for the shower knob, twisting the metal and stopping the cascade of water. He brushed his fingers through his hair as he tried to stop the drops of water over his eyes so he could see Luke clearly. “I saw you two.”
“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“You blew it with her,” Ryan ignored the flustered sound in Luke’s voice as he stepped closer meeting him eye to eye.
“It’s not about her.”
Ryan heard Luke’s words at the same moment he felt fingers curling in his hair and rough fabric rubbing against the length of his body and lips pressed to his own. And just as fast it was all gone and he could see Luke moving, saying something he couldn’t make out over the pounding in his chest that was echoed in his ears.
***
Luke stared at his shin, his numb shin as he pulled off the ice pack and felt the warmth start to return. He knew Ryan had been pissed at him for what he’d done to Marissa. He could understand that. But they had gotten past that, they seemed fine now. At the first practice Ryan had even listened to his tips for passing the ball better. So what happened?
The sound of opening doors pulled Luke out of his thoughts for a moment until he saw Ryan jog right by the first aid room without a glance and it brought it all back. He kept trying to help the guy. He’d come forward about the fire after helping Ryan get out. He’s helped Ryan’s mother when he could, he’s slowed down Ms. Cooper for the guy and that wasn’t something sane people did, but he had. He kept helping him and then the guy pulled this. What kept him trying to help? What made him want to help Ryan and why did he care so much that Ryan be cool with him?
Luke got up about the same moment he heard the water start but he wasn’t going to wait. He wanted to know what was up, what was between him and Ryan, and he wasn’t going to wait anymore. He walked right into the large shower just as Ryan was dropping his burgundy shirt to the floor and just stood there under the water, half dressed. His eyes closed with a slack look of fatigue. Luke just walked right to him.
Taking advantage of the fact that Ryan had just started to turn when Luke reached the other man he use that to force Ryan’s back to the wall. Pinning him there, his arm to Ryan’s chest as he yelled at the guy, ignoring the water pouring over them.
Luke ignored Ryan’s reply, both his words and weak shove; he knew neither answered his question so he demanded his answer again.
Marissa? What did she have to do with this? She didn’t make him save Ryan at the house. She didn’t make him want to help Ryan. He’d never really talked to Marissa about Ryan, he just always came up and they where over now anyways. Ryan should like that but that still didn’t answer his question.
Yes he’d messed up with Marissa, really fucked it up but this wasn’t about her. This was about Ryan and him. He watched as Ryan ran his hand through his own hair and then stepped closer, right there, so close. Ryan who had taken his world, his reality, and dumped it upside down in less than a month. Ryan who wouldn’t stay out of his mind; Ryan who was right there.
Luke felt the slick strands of hair between his fingers and heat pressed against his body before he realized that he was kissing Ryan. Tasting water and something else, something different. Something that was Ryan.
And then panic, fear. It flooded his veins; he tried to keep his feet under him as he stumbled back. His mouth shouting some random threat as his legs found their balance with the ground and he bolted from the shower, from Ryan.
He didn’t regain control until he flew through the outer doors and felt the chill of an evening breeze on his soaked uniform. Luke let himself collapse against the wall as he just breathed in and out, in and out…what…what had he done?!
The end