Things Change

by FeatheredQuill (GLBTS_alliance@hotmail.com)

Pairing: Ryan/Seth
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Don't own the sexy sexy men. Still a dire shame!

My life hasn't been all that great. I not saying it's been horrible. I've had food, a place to rest and I guess you could call them friends.

My brother has really been the only one who cared about me, protected me. So what was I supposed to tell him, No? I'll admit it was stupid and we both got locked up for it.

Course I got out. When Sandy Cohen talked to me I kept wishing he would shut up. Claiming he knew what it was like to be me, how hard it was to live my life. I didn't hate him, but I didn't like him all that much either.

At least he was better then any of the shit mom brought home. I remember many of those guys. She was always to drunk to care what they did to me.

I'm not used to things going my way. I don't believe in luck or karma or anything like that. So I wasn't really all that surprised when my mom threw me out.

I'm not sure if she ever truly liked me anyway. I mean I guess she loved me, I think all mothers do at least a little bit, or she would have kicked me out the house earlier. But when I walked out the door it didn't seem like she even cared she might never see me again.

My so called friends are good for nothing and I ended up calling up the rich stickler who helped me out of my mess. Cohen picked me up and drove me home to his mansion.

I'm not used to money or a house that large so I wasn't ultimate comfortable there. It wasn't as if I was wanted anyway. His wife wasn't at all that happy with her husband bringing my kind into her pristine house.

I'm not used to anyone caring about me, except my brother and even he wasn't there most of the time. So being in a house with the Cohen's was hard.

Sandy insisted like treating me like a son and I wasn't used to anyone who actually acted the part of a father. His touches felt comfortable and protective. He made me want to stay at his house.

And even Kirsten though she may say otherwise began treating me like a son. It was nice to see that all mothers weren't like mine. She was caring and even though at first she threw me out of her home when she learned I had none to go back to she welcomed me right back in.

It was hard to live in the house. I wasn't used to being cared for. Being a good son.

I think the hardest part about living in the house was Seth. Sandy and Kirsten's only true son. I'll admit before I met him I was jealous. I thought he would be some stuck up prep kid. You know Daddy and Mommy's perfect child, but when I saw him all that changed.

He was a geek. A socially challenged kid around my age who was practically next to me on the line that was the people of Ocean County. He wasn't popular, suave, or stuck up. He chased after some slut like a kicked puppy without a home and his "friends" were all under the age of like ten.

I wasn't used to his world, but it seemed that neither was he. He was born into it and he didn't even fit. It was nice to have someone to talk to and mess around with.

But I wasn't used to affection. I wasn't used to hugs or playful punches. My brother and I never really touched much. I guess you can blame our upbringing.

So I wasn't ready for the playfulness that is Seth. Wasn't ready for the wrestling or the light punches. The hugs and the cuddles.

Seth needed attention, affection, every part of his body screamed it. And I craved giving it to him. Craved lying on the couch with him watching a movie. The only parts of our bodies touching are our heads on the pillow we share. Craved the hugs whenever he'd give them to me. Craved running my fingers through his hair when it got in his eyes. Craved the secret smiles he'd slip me over a bowl of cereal. Craved the heat his body gave off when he sat practically on top of me even though there were so many other places he could have sat.

I wasn't ever used to affection but living in this house, being with this family made me yearn for it. And all the fleeting brushes of Seth's arms and legs against mine, and all the hugs and smiles, I couldn't handle.

I wasn't used to loving someone. But Seth made it all so simple. And my life hasn't been the same since.

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