the laughing tale of the fool (laughingtale) wrote,
the laughing tale of the fool

The First Time He's Really Been Happy (The OC)

Title: The First Time He's Really Been Happy
Author: wordsaremyfaith
Fandom: The OC
Pairing: Ryan/Seth
Rating: PG, I'd say.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1179
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I'm making no money off of this.
A/N: Very fluffy. Some details, like what the floor of the poolhouse is made of, I couldn’t remember, so I made them up. Also, I haven’t seen the first few episodes, so I took some liberties. Please don’t hate me.
Thanks for betaing go to my friend Franny (kompoli89).

He woke up that first morning on the floor of the poolhouse. For a long moment, he stared up at the ceiling, wondering where he was. Oh, right. Newport. On the floor of his rich lawyer’s poolhouse. 24 hours sure changed a lot, he reflected, checking his battered old watch. 9 AM. They were sure to be up by now. He should probably go over to the house.

Stretching, he grabbed his worn wifebeater from where it lay on the floor and pulled it over his head. All right. No point in delaying the inevitable.

He sighed and headed over to the house.


Ryan remembers that morning like it was yesterday. Mostly, he remembers staring up at the smooth white ceiling pensively, wondering how he had ended up on the floor, and what Sandy would think if he saw him lying there. Wondering what was going to happen to him. He could never have predicted the last seven months. Never in a million years.

He smiles to himself, on the floor again. He’s such a restless sleeper that somehow he seems to wake up on the cold tile every morning. But this morning is different. This morning, he’s got a partner in crime. A beautiful, curly-haired partner still sleeping next to him.

Ryan watches Seth sleep for probably half an hour, and he could continue all day, but his eyes fall on the time. Nine AM. Just like that first morning.



“Wake up.” When Seth doesn’t stir, Ryan leans over and prods him. “Come on, get up!”

In the seven months he’s been here, this is the first time his almost-brother (though he doesn’t think along those lines anymore) has ever stayed over. He doesn’t know why, but he knows it’s an experience that needs to be repeated. As many times as possible.

Seth had been so excited last night. He’d been practically jumping up and down.

“Dude. We get to have a sleepover!”

“Would you please stop calling it that?”

“Seriously, though, man, this is going to be so awesome. Think of all the possibilities.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively at Ryan.

“You’d better be careful what you say around your parents.”

“Don’t worry so much, Ryan. Come on. Aren’t you at least a little bit excited? Be honest.”

“Yes, of course I am, but I also know that you’re not always as subtle as you think you are. You’re the one who didn’t want to tell your parents. So either tell them, or learn to hide it.” This was a long speech coming from Ryan. Seth’s influence had been rubbing off on him a bit lately.

“Okay,” Seth sulked, leaning in for a quick kiss, but Ryan wouldn’t let him.

“I mean it. Not while your parents are home.”

When they had gotten home earlier that day, they had cornered Sandy and Kirsten in the kitchen.

“Mom, Dad, can I sleep over in the poolhouse with Ryan tonight? Please?”

Ryan gave his best impression of an innocent look.

“I don’t see why not,” Sandy replied, just as Kirsten said, “Sure.”

“Awesome!” Seth yelled, practically dragging Ryan from the kitchen.


Grinning, Ryan pulls himself out of his reverie. Doesn’t Seth know it’s impossible not to be excited around him? His mood is contagious, and Ryan likes it. It’s the first time he’s really been happy.

The boy next to him finally begins to stir. “Ryan?” he asks, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Nine-fifteen. Time to get up.”

“Oh. Okay.” Seth sits up easily, hugging the blankets to his chest. “So what now?” he asks sleepily, and Ryan can’t resist stealing a kiss. Seth’s lips are soft against his own. His mouth opens to let his boyfriend’s tongue in. He could stay here, in this moment, forever. But then he remembers all that’s been on his mind lately, and pulls reluctantly away.

“Seth,” he says, “We’ve gotta tell them.”

“Why? I like this the way it is.”

“I don’t. I hate lying and sneaking around. Especially to the only adults who’ve ever treated me decently.”

“But think how much we could take advantage of not telling them. This, for example. Do you think my parents will ever let me stay over again if we tell them? Uh, I don’t think so. But, see, if we don’t tell them, I could probably stay here almost every night, and you know what that means…”

“Seth,” Ryan interrupts. “Of course I know what that means. I’ve got hormones just like you do. And of course I want to spend as much time as possible alone with you. But I can’t do that. I can’t go on lying to your parents. I want them to trust me and accept us, and the only way to do that is to tell them now.”

For a long minute, they stare each other down.


Ryan thinks back to their first kiss. The first time he knew that he loved Seth, and that Seth loved him.

They were alone in the house, playing video games. Saturday night, one month ago. Sandy and Kirsten had gone out, and they were hanging out and fooling around.

“Hanging out with you is so much better than hanging out with Summer,” Seth told Ryan. “She would never play video games with me.”

“Why did you break up with her, anyway?” asked Ryan lightly.

Seth swallowed almost audibly. “She just… it wasn’t… Do you ever think you want something , and then when you get it, you realize that you’ve really wanted something else all along?”

“Seth, what are you talking about?”

“Well…um…after a while I kinda realized that… I didn’t want to be with Summer… that I’m in love with… someone else.” Seth’s lack of volume at the end of that sentence started Ryan, who had never heard his friend be anything less than boisterous.

“Really? With who?”

Seth swallowed again. “No one.”

“Seth! That is the biggest cop-out! You can’t say something like that and then not tell me!” Ryan knew he sounded like an indignant Seth, but he didn’t care. After all, he’d learned from the best.

“You,” Seth whispered, so softly that Ryan almost hadn’t heard him. He looked at Seth – really looked at him. And there it was: the love, the passion, the desire, that he hadn’t even been able to admit to himself, reflected in Seth’s eyes.

“Seth,” he whispered. And then he was leaning in to meet the other boy’s lips, and he was realizing how long he had wanted this, how right they were for each other, and he melted into Seth’s arms…

And then the door opened, and they broke hastily apart, redfaced.


Now they are in the Cohens’ kitchen, and they are standing in front of his almost-parents, who are also his almost-parents-in-law (talk about confusing) and Seth is holding his hand. And Ryan is letting Seth talk, because they are his parents and he wants to do this on Seth’s terms.

“Mom, Dad, Ryan and I have something to tell you…”
Tags: [character] ryan atwood, [character] seth cohen, [fandom] the oc, [pairing] ryan/seth, slash (m/m)
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