Notes: Well, I didn't think I'd write anything having to do with the O.C. But then last night I thought of something along these lines. Probably written before in a million ways. I wouldn't know. *shrugs*

Ryan's kiss is hard. Now, Seth had always heard there were "types" of kisses, soft and hard anf full of passion, and sloppy and wet and dry, but he'd never really thought about it, and he'd only kissed Summer and Anna, and while he couldn't say the two girls kissed the same, because they didn't do anything the same, there was no difference, if you stopped to think about it.

Ryan kissed completly different, though. Urgently, all edges, as if he could cut. Seth had been surprised, when he first met Ryan, as how, well, soft, he was, considering who he was and where he came from. Seth had expected this hard-ass guy who'd smoke at dinner and give the finger to anyone who raised an eyebrow. But now Seth knew. Ryan wasn't soft. He was just saving it for the kisses. And, god, maybe other things.

Though Seth would guess Ryan wasn't like this with Marissa. It just wasn't right, somehow. And didn't seem like it.

And meanwhile, Ryan was shoving his tongue in Seth's mouth and his hand is pressing against Seth's neck and the other against his hip, and fingernails are buried in skin, and Seth would cringe only he's pushing Ryan away from the wall and towards the bed.