The O.C. Fic: Five Places Ryan Atwood Never Had Sex (Or maybe he did)
Title: Five Places Ryan Atwood Never Had Sex (or maybe he did)
Fandom: The O.C.
Rating / Genre: PG-13+ / Gen / Smut-lite.
Words: 558
Spoilers: All seasons.
Schmoopy Dedication: For elzed, with much affection on her birthday.
Summary: Does exactly what it says on the tin.
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1. Backseat of a car, such a cliché.
But he's under fourteen and Tamara isn't the first girl he's slept with, so he could give a damn. Tamara is the first girl he's kissed with a tongue piercing though and if Ryan thought things were hot at third base, by the time they’ve moved on to what he considers a home run, he imagines this must be how great those eighty year old guys feel when they bang a supermodel.
"You know," Tamara says spitting the last of Ryan out the side of the car with a swig of Gatorade. "I don't just have my tongue pierced."
She grins wickedly as Ryan's eyebrows rise in what he hopes is a casually sexy expression.
Ryan learns that night you get what you give and what goes around comes around.
Literally.
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2. Two years later, another girl, another backseat, but this time it's the empty studio theater at his junior school.
He liked Theresa enough to want to do things her way, not because he thought they'd get into bed quicker, because for the first time in his life, what he really wants more than anything is to make it special.
He's turning into such a girl.
As it happens, where it happens is the theater on wrap night of Charlie Brown. There's nothing but the two of them in the darkened auditorium; no wine, no candles, no flowers, no slow music, but Ryan's beginning to get that the where, when, what and how don't matter nearly as much as the who.
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3. Ryan has to admit, he's always wanted ball busting, can't walk straight for a week sex.
Up until the first night he sleeps with Marissa, he thinks maybe he's going to have resign himself to the old adage; if you want something doing properly, you got to do it yourself.
Turns out what she lacks in spontaneity (three years? Three years?!), Marissa more than makes up for in stamina and he wouldn't be surprised if three weeks from now if he was still finding sand in all sorts of places.
It's so terrific Ryan keeps his hands to himself in the shower for a whole three days.
Also, he's fairly certain if tried to knock one out his dick might drop off.
~~~
4. There's a night that he's never told anyone about.
After the crash, before he left, he slept with Julie.
They weren't even drunk.
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5. The best night, the best night, is this one.
Logistically, it's quite definitely the worst sex either of them has ever had; Ryan keeps crying and Taylor who normally grips him like a human pressure vice, is exhausted. It's messy, over so fast they're in danger of setting a new world record and so clumsy Ryan actually falls off the bed.
When he looks up at the two women in his life, Ryan realizes the passion or pleasure of all previous orgasms aside, this is what he's been wanting all along.
There's not a lot of women in the world who would want to have sex the same night they've just delivered their first baby, but Taylor has never been one to conform to normality.
What the hell, Ryan figures. After all, normal is relative. Right?
~~~
Fandom: The O.C.
Rating / Genre: PG-13+ / Gen / Smut-lite.
Words: 558
Spoilers: All seasons.
Schmoopy Dedication: For elzed, with much affection on her birthday.
Summary: Does exactly what it says on the tin.
~~~
1. Backseat of a car, such a cliché.
But he's under fourteen and Tamara isn't the first girl he's slept with, so he could give a damn. Tamara is the first girl he's kissed with a tongue piercing though and if Ryan thought things were hot at third base, by the time they’ve moved on to what he considers a home run, he imagines this must be how great those eighty year old guys feel when they bang a supermodel.
"You know," Tamara says spitting the last of Ryan out the side of the car with a swig of Gatorade. "I don't just have my tongue pierced."
She grins wickedly as Ryan's eyebrows rise in what he hopes is a casually sexy expression.
Ryan learns that night you get what you give and what goes around comes around.
Literally.
~~~
2. Two years later, another girl, another backseat, but this time it's the empty studio theater at his junior school.
He liked Theresa enough to want to do things her way, not because he thought they'd get into bed quicker, because for the first time in his life, what he really wants more than anything is to make it special.
He's turning into such a girl.
As it happens, where it happens is the theater on wrap night of Charlie Brown. There's nothing but the two of them in the darkened auditorium; no wine, no candles, no flowers, no slow music, but Ryan's beginning to get that the where, when, what and how don't matter nearly as much as the who.
~~~
3. Ryan has to admit, he's always wanted ball busting, can't walk straight for a week sex.
Up until the first night he sleeps with Marissa, he thinks maybe he's going to have resign himself to the old adage; if you want something doing properly, you got to do it yourself.
Turns out what she lacks in spontaneity (three years? Three years?!), Marissa more than makes up for in stamina and he wouldn't be surprised if three weeks from now if he was still finding sand in all sorts of places.
It's so terrific Ryan keeps his hands to himself in the shower for a whole three days.
Also, he's fairly certain if tried to knock one out his dick might drop off.
~~~
4. There's a night that he's never told anyone about.
After the crash, before he left, he slept with Julie.
They weren't even drunk.
~~~
5. The best night, the best night, is this one.
Logistically, it's quite definitely the worst sex either of them has ever had; Ryan keeps crying and Taylor who normally grips him like a human pressure vice, is exhausted. It's messy, over so fast they're in danger of setting a new world record and so clumsy Ryan actually falls off the bed.
When he looks up at the two women in his life, Ryan realizes the passion or pleasure of all previous orgasms aside, this is what he's been wanting all along.
There's not a lot of women in the world who would want to have sex the same night they've just delivered their first baby, but Taylor has never been one to conform to normality.
What the hell, Ryan figures. After all, normal is relative. Right?
~~~