Tuesday: Water

[pipisafoat]

Good morning! I'm pipisafoat, here for the second day of your week.

Today, let's think about water. Drinking water, swimming pools, water in a flower vase, ice... Any kind of water you can think of, let's get some fic for it!

Remember: No more than five prompts in a row, no more than three per fandom per prompter. You can always come back later and add more once yours have been answered. Be aware of SPOILERS! Please, please, please put a spoiler alert and at least three spaces.

Don't forget to format your prompts correctly:
Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny, You bathe naked, so why don't you swim naked?
House, Chase/Foreman, drank too much before surgery
NCIS/SGA, author's choice, It's one measly island. How hard can it be?

Have at! And if nothing here strikes your fancy, be sure to check out the Lonely Prompts.

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[ex-kitty-al.livejournal.com]

Dark Angel, Alec/Ben, stuck outside in the rain

temples and storms - gennish, PG

[tigriswolf]

You should head inside before you catch cold, the voice tells him.

He snorts, shivering. "Whatever."

It's my body, too. And a temple to Her. You should treat us with respect and go inside.

Wrapping his arms around himself and hunching down, he says, "Fuck off. You're not real, and neither is she."

Silence in his head and he sighs in relief, turning his face up to the sky and letting the rain cleanse him of his sins.

It doesn't work. He still feels blood coating his hands.

[pipisafoat]

Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny, You bathe naked, so why don't you swim naked?

[pipisafoat]

House, Chase/Foreman, drank too much before surgery

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

"Foreman!"

"What?"

"Get over here."

"Um, okay...what do you want?"

"I need you to take over for a minute. I've got to pee."

"You're joking!"

"No. Hey it's your fault, you bought me the giant double choc milkshake right before I came into this surgery."

"I thought it would give you energy, not make you want to..."

"Well, it did both. So just stick your hands in here and take over."

"I'm not a surgeon!"

"Neither was I until this year, turns out it's easy. Look, this is a surgery for House right?'

"Of course."

"And we're supposed to be cutting this guys arm off with pretty much no medical justification right? This is just some hair brained idea he's dreamt up?"

"It's the best theory we've got so far. It could be the cause of this guys chronic seizing."

"Yeah, it could be, but its not likely. You've only had the case half an hour. "

"So what's your point?"

"Well, any minute now House is going to burst in here and tell us to stop, and probably pull some giant tapeworm out of this guys innards. So we don't actually have to remove the poor sod's arm. Just stand around and look intense, and then annoyed when House comes in. I know you can do that."

"You better be right."

"Sure I'm right, no worries. I'll be back in five."

"Foreman!"

"What do you want House?"

"Stop the surgery! Wait. What are you doing here, where's your boyfriend?"

"Taking a leak."

"And you're not with him - what sort of boyfriend are you? I always go and watch Wilson."

"What do you want House?"

"Oh, don't bother cutting this guys arm off. It's just a tapeworm."

[pipisafoat]

NCIS/SGA, author's choice, It's one measly island. How hard can it be?

The Very Special Agent and the Churly Allergic Scientist

[ex-hellesof.livejournal.com]

Cute Prompt. I answered with Tony/Rodney as the pair and a cameo with Gibbs/John. I hope a little kink was okay. I couldn't resist.


"We could build a boat. It's one measly island. How hard can it be? There's got to be civilization out there somewhere," Tony declared as Rodney continued to bitch about being on an island with only something that resembled orange trees for easy food.

"And how the hell will we do that Mr. Special Agent Man," Rodney snarled back at him.

Tony leveled the surly scientist with a glare, "Oh, I don't know...maybe with all the trees on this pitiful excuse for a tropical island."

Rodney glared back at him with equal distaste, "And what happens if one of them bursts open and I die from my allergies."

Tony rolled his eyes and stripped off his shirt, "We'll it's better than standing around here all day bitching about it. Anyways, Gibbs will be here to rescue us before we die of starvation or anything else that could possibly kill us on this three mile island with only trees for company."

"What part of deathly allergic to anything citrus did you not understand, you stupid cop. Besides, if anyone is going to be doing the rescuing it'll be John. He always does the rescuing," Rodney snapped back and he hit his shoe against a rock to try and dislodge the rest of the sand.

Tony stuck his tongue out for good measure before sniping, "It doesn't matter what your John normally does, Gibbs is definitely going to be doing the saving. He's like superman, only not an alien in tights. Now, can we at least look for some fresh water or are you to scared that the evil orangey trees are going to attack you."

Rodney huffed and threw his shoe at Tony's head. Tony ducked and gave Rodney an incredulous look.

"You know, I don't think this week could get any worse. First, my dry-cleaner ruins my Versace suit, then my team get's sent on some damn assignment not even on our own planet, we get to meet soul sucking aliens, but above all I have to get stuck on a damn alien planet with the most irritating asshole I've ever met," Tony practically screeched.

Rodney puffed out his chance and opened his mouth to lay right back into Tony when a loud bang drew both their attention to behind them.

Gibbs calmly put his gun back into his holster and raised an eyebrow at his agent.

"Did you want to make it back to earth with your backside not as red as an apple?" he remarked casually.

Tony gaped at Gibbs for saying something like that in front of Rodney.

Rodney burst out laughing, but something made him immediately clam up. Tony turned his head slightly to see John Shepherd standing just to the side of Gibbs with an equally aggravated look.

"Really, Rodney, did you think he'd be the only one with blistered ass for acting like a two year old?" John's voice stayed in that same level tone that always meant he was not a happy soldier.

It was with chagrined and shameful looks between the immature special agent and churlish scientist that all four of them were beamed back on to the Daedalus.

Colonel Caldwell barely had a chance to ask if everyone was alright before both men were being dragged off by their respective leaders.

Three hours later Rodney and Tony were both laid out on their stomachs on a rarely visited pier.

"Really, you'd think they'd be more understanding. Those oranges could have combusted or something and gotten all over you. You could have died," Tony muttered and grimaced as he squirmed slightly and his pants brushed against his lily-red ass.

"Exactly and we'd have been fine as soon as we had built a raft and gone the five miles to that other large piece of land with an active stargate and all," Rodney agreed emphatically and yelped as a hand smoothed over his own blistered bottom.

Both men looked up to see their lover's grinning down at both of them.

Tony and Rodney looked back at one another at the exact same time.

"No offense, Rodney, but I really don't want Gibbs getting any more tips about good alien wood from John," Tony remarked.

Rodney shook his head in agreement, "John doesn't need to know anything else about woodworking from Gibbs either."

[rhiannon-wing.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, Icing down an injury

[mokusan.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, holy water

[charlies_dragon]

The first time Sam had to come up with holy water and fast, dammit, Dean was pinned by a broken crucifix in a tumbled down church in the middle-of-asscrack nowhere, Iowa - their Dad was dealing with the fire creature that had piggy-backed its way to this plane, and the spirit-thing was doing something to make Dean scream.

Sam was all of ten years old.

He stumbled over some of the words, still unused to speaking a dead language (the Pope and the other few who could still speak Latin didn't count in his eyes, as they were almost as old as the language itself), but continued nonetheless. When he was certain that he'd finished the entire ritual speech and dropped the rosary into the bottle of water, he sprinted over to Dean and threw it over the spirit.

Screeching and hissing out threats in a sibilant tongue, the spirit rounded on Sam, but couldn't do much more than threaten him as it started to collapse in on itself. With one last surge of energy, it lashed out and caught Sam across the top of his left arm and collarbone, cutting him with its razor sharp nails.

Sam threw the rest of the holy water over it; the spirit-being shrieked and folded in on itself like a crumpled ball of paper.

As it disappeared, Sam dropped to his knees and helped Dean pull the broken crucifix off of him.

"Way to go Sammy! Thought you were gonna wuss out on me there for a moment."

Rolling his eyes at Dean's bravado, Sam let his big brother lean on his shoulder as they stumbled out to where their Dad was putting down the fire creature.

After that night Sam resolved to become completely fluent in Latin so he'd never waste time stumbling over it again.

[museofspeed.livejournal.com]

DCU, New Teen Titans, Titans Pool.

[museofspeed.livejournal.com]

DCU, Kon/Dick, naked and wet

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

“I’m fine.” Dick slurred, vainly trying to shake Kon off as the meta firemans’ carried him towards the Tower, the wind rushing though his hair.

“No. You’re not.” Kon growled, shifting Dick’s weight so the blood pouring down Dick’s arm didn’t pool in his hand. “You’re covered in gunk, all messed up and bleeding like a stuck pig. Gotta get you cleaned up.”

“Pollen. On uniform. Get it off.” Dick’s voice was getting softer and hazier.

“Right. Shower!” Kon dropped though the hatch in the Tower’s roof, running before his feet hit the floor. “Make way! Coming through!” The other Titan’s pressed themselves to the walls as Kon speeded towards the bathroom.

As he dumped Dick on the floor of the shower and turned the taps on full, he wondered if it made him a bad person that he wished it was Tim he was stripping off and scrubbing down rather than his older brother.

Dick groaned as Kon ran the showerhead over his wounds, rinsing the poisonous yellow gunk off his skin, his eyes slipping closed.

“No Dick. No, no, no. Keep your eyes open. You need to stay with me.”

Dick choked back a laugh, squeezing his eye closed tighter against the pain as Kon carefully but thoroughly cleaned the cut on his upper thigh. “Bet ya wish it was Tim you had naked in the shower.”

“Can all you bat-brats read minds?” Kon growled, trying not to think about that mental image.

“Not even close.” Dick hissed, biting back a whimper as Kon rolled him onto his stomach to clean the cuts on his back. “Let’s face it – if we could read mind Tim would already know how much you’re in love with him.”

“I almost liked it better when you were passing out.”

“Oh that’ll never work.” Dick crooned, “Tim’ll never love you back if you let his big brother die of blood loss.”

“What if you drown instead?”

Dick’s laugh shattered into a wracking cough. “My right gauntlet. Left side.” he gasped, fighting for breath. “Broad spectrum anti-toxin.”

Kon scrambled to grab the auto-injector, steadying Dick’s hand as he pressed it against his uninjured thigh. “Tell me you’ve got pain killers in there too.”

“Don’t need it.” Dick whimpered but Kon went looking anyway, recognising the vial from one he’d seen Tim use on Bart when he broke his leg.

“I know you guys like to be tough about these things but I’m going to dose you anyway.” He used his TK to hold Dick down as he shot the analgesic into the elder hero’s leg.

“Tell the truth Kon,” Dick slurred as it took effect. “You like that we can take a bit of punishment don’t you? Not so scared that you’ll hurt him.”

“You need to shut up and sleep now.”

Dick’s grin was triumphant, goofy and completely doped out. “S’alright. Your secret’s safe with me.”

And Dick’s eyes closed, Kon wondered how he was going to get a naked, dripping Nightwing down to the med-bay without the girls seeing.

[dergerm.livejournal.com]

Being Human, Mitchell, Holy water

[rhiannon-wing.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, Skinny-dipping

Gooseflesh

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Gooseflesh and moonlight went together in Sam's memory. It had been a full moon the first time, and when he'd stepped into the water (tentatively-- as usual, Sam was tentative and Dean was gung-ho about the experience) his flesh had erupted in a million small bumps. Dean, all gleaming chest and brawny arms, had run his hands up Sam's arm and teased him, but that hadn't made the least bit of difference to the stubborn little bumps. In fact, they stood up prouder than ever, and Sam eventually sank down up to his neck just to avoid Dean's taunting gaze. Beneath the surface, his whole body shivered.

A few lazy laps later and Sam was getting used to the water, though his skin still prickled with each exposure to air. The calm persisted until he turned over to dive beneath the surface and realized in the half-second before submersion that Dean was treading water, watching him, his look blank. "The vision so surprised him that he came gasping to the surface a bare moment later, whipping his head around like a dog to shake the excess water from it. When his eyes cleared of lake water, he found himself a scant few feet from Dean. It was almost thoughtlessly that he closed the gap.

"You're staring," he said quietly.

Dean flushed and averted his eyes. "Well, it's a full moon."

"And that explains it." Close enough now that he could feel the heat of Dean's body, radiating through the water at his own. Another few inches and he'd be able to feel Dean's excitement, unshielded by clothing and unhindered by the chill of the water.

He couldn't help himself.

Dean whimpered as hot cock pressed up against belly. Then amusement twisted his face, and he ran ghostlike hands up Sam's tingling arms. "You still have them," he marveled.

"So do you," whispered Sam, and he slid his arms around Dean for a kiss.

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Rodney, I don't skinny dip

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

"No. Way." Rodney glared at John as if he was trying to set him on fire with his eyeballs.

"It's part of the ceremony, Rodney," John growled, resisting the urge to tug Rodney's arm.

"I don't skinny dip," Rodney insisted. "At all. Ever. Especially as part of a ceremony. With Ronon. And Teyla! No, absolutely not, I am not taking my clothes off and taking a swim no matter how good the food is here!"

John sighed and stepped back outside of the little hut that they were supposed to use for preparation. He waved off the increasingly more impatient and annoyed high priest, heading straight for the not-coffee that had made Rodney coo with delight earlier.

"One mug please," John said, rolling his eyes. "I need bait to get him over his nudity issues."

The entirely too young but quite cute girl tending to the almost-modern coffee machine giggled, giving John what would be a double-shot with whipped cream on top. John brought it back, resolutely not blushing at the frank attention his nudity was getting. Ronon was a hell of a lot more impressive. He had no cause to blush though. Yeah, they were just looking at Ronon. And Teyla, all stretched out in the sun like sunbathing nude before a skinny dipping ceremony was a perfectly normal mission.

"No!" Rodney insisted, turning to glare at John and then pausing with his mouth dropped open. "Coffee?"

"Double shot," John said, waving it at Rodney and pulling it back before he could latch on. "With real whipped cream."

Rodney whimpered, his hands making grabby motions. John pulled the mug to his chest, backing towards the door of the hut. Rodney's whimper changed to a threatening growl.

"You only get the coffee if you take those boxers off and do the ceremony," John said. "Think of the coffee, Rodney. Coffee every day, as much as you want. Think of the coffee!"

"If you laugh at me, I will hurt you," Rodney grumbled, slipping out of his boxers.

"Trust me buddy," John said, letting him smell the coffee but not touch it yet. "If I'm laughing its because of the ceremony, not you."

"Gimme!" Rodney said, snatching the coffee out of John's hands and cooing again as he sipped at it carefully.

John grinned and carefully pushed Rodney outside. The high priest raised an eyebrow at Rodney's worship of the coffee mug and then chuckled shaking his head.

"Perhaps he can keep the mug while we do the ceremony?" Teyla suggested from her blanket on the side of the pool.

"That shouldn't be a problem," the high priest said, grinning. "Let us begin."

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Never swim at the public pool with Jack

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

"And stay out!"

"Well, that went well," Ianto commented cheerfully. Jack glared at him balefully.

"Earth women walk around in those low slung bikini bottoms, and the men walk around with their underwear hanging out... Why are they so shocked when someone grabs their ass? Isn't that what they're looking for? Attention? Of the sexual nature?"

"No sir, they are not. I would think that after the first girl who slapped you, you would have figured it out."

"Well, after the first man punched me, I knew I was doing something wrong."

"Indeed, sir. This is the fourth pool we've been thrown out of, is it?"

"Shut up, Ianto. You know you enjoy it."

"I never said I didn't, sir."

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Elliot, ice cubes

[medjai-trowa.livejournal.com]

Leverage, amnesiac!Eliot, summer rainstorm

[maab-connor.livejournal.com]

Follows this (http://maab-connor.livejournal.com/111610.html#cutid1)

Eliot was in Kansas City after a job that he’d only taken so that he’d have some cash; he wasn’t stupid enough to think that Nathan Ford didn’t have an eye on his bank accounts. The clouds had been heavy and ominous all day, but the air was hot and thick, the heavy summer storm had been brewing all day.

He saw the horses in the pastures getting skittish and picked up the pace into town; trusting their instincts better than his own. He made a bee-line for the bus depot and made it inside before the deluge started.

After buying his ticket to Chicago, where he knew a guy who made the best damned IDs you ever did see, he took his change to a pay phone at the back of the bank of phones, the one right next to the door. He fed the coins into the slot and listened to the distant ringing.

“Leave a message,” the familiar voice instructed.

“Hey,” he said lamely. “It’s… well it’s me. Again. Fuck’s sake I don’t even know why I called this time. You’re the only one I know anymore… well the only one I know I can trust I should say.” He absently scratched at the fresh scar under the hairline on the left side of his skull. “I was watchin’ the news last week… and they were showin’ this black guy, Obama, and they said he’s president. I mean… I knew I was missin’ time, ya know, but… but I’m thinkin’ it’s more time than I thought it was at first. I tried callin’ a couple of old contacts… and… let’s say it wasn’t a warm welcome. I’m tryin’ to figure this all out… but it’s just… all so jumbled up. Like I don’t know what I do know. And I still don’t know what I don’t know. I feel like I did back when you went off to school and I took off and changed my name so I couldn’t be used against you when you got to be a big-shot attorney. And I knew that I had to keep goin’ but… but damned if it wasn’t one of the hardest times in my life. And now I keep callin’ you, and it’s dumb and I’m smarter than that and I know all that… but… but how can a guy who’s been alone as you can get for ten years be lonely all of the sudden?” He sighed and did a quick sweep of the depot. “I hope you’re doin’ okay. You never answer this number anymore, so I’m figurin’ you’ve just started usin’ it as a message center. I guess that’s what I’m hopin’. Feelin’ all fuzzy and mixed up like I do now… I can’t feel you anymore. Does that sound dumb? Shit… sounds dumb to me. Look, you take care of yourself, Lindsey. Watch your back.” The receiver felt heavy when he hung it up.

He pulled his bag back up to his shoulder and headed out to the busses.

Just as he stepped out onto the hot asphalt the skies opened up and bathwater-warm rain poured down in sheets. The asphalt steamed and the scent of clean ozone filled his lungs.

He stood there for a moment, not caring that he was getting soaked, wishing that the rain could wash the oppressive fog from his mind the same as it was washing the dust from the pavement.

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Marshall/Lily/Sub!Barney, group shower

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

Dr. Horrible, Billy/Penny, Every Drop Of Rain

Rain

[raapsteeltje.livejournal.com]

Hi. *waves* I've some Billy/Penny fluff for ya. Hope you'll like it ^^
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Billy liked being in the rain.
The drops on his face somehow relaxed him, and whenever he wandered around while it was raining, he would know exactly what to do about his current problems.
His problem right now was, of course, Penny.
The raindrops told him to keep walking, do nothing else, just walk on. And sure enough, after five minutes someone joined him.
'Billy?'
'Hey Penny.'
They walked on in silence, enjoying the rain. He accidentally brushed her hand, and she grabbed it, probably thinking he had wanted to do that. And he had, don't get him wrong, but... Why was he complaining again?
He had the feeling that he should turn left, and so he did, pulling Penny along. She nearly slipped and while trying to find her balance again, she ended up standing against him, touching him. Their faces were only inches apart and they gazed in each other's eyes.
Slowly, very slowly they edged forward, until their mouths met and they were kissing.
Every drop of rain that fell on them was singing, letting him know he had done the right thing.

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Ted, Tears

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Robin/Barney, Hot tubs are fun but kiddie pools are sexier either way skinny dipping beats all

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Methos/Joe, One more for the road.

[kohaku1977.livejournal.com]

RPS, Val Kilmer/ RDJ, thunderstorm

[wendyr.livejournal.com]

I'm working on both of these but it may take me a while. Work was nuts.

[kohaku1977.livejournal.com]

RPS, Val Kilmer/ RDJ, bathing in the river

[wendyr.livejournal.com]

“Come on, this is the shallow part. You’re not going to drown.” Robert had already waded out into the river that cut through the ranch.

“Drowning isn’t what worries me. Snakes. Snakes are what worry me.”

“Wait… you played Batman. You played Doc Holliday. You played Ice, damn it. Are you trying to tell me you’re scared of a little snake?”

“No. The little ones don’t bother me. It’s the big ones that make me nervous.”

“Come on.” Robert held out a hand. “I’ll protect you. The water’s clear. You can see anything that’s coming after you.”

“Fine, but if some huge water snake bites me and I die, I swear I’m haunting you.”

“Promises, promises.” He led Val deeper into the water until it came up to their chests. “That’s not so bad, is it?”

“No… and if you want promises, I promise that when we get out of here, I’m going to make you forget about wanting to go swimming in the river.” Val splashed water on Robert, who was treading water easily. “And I promise I’m going to try to make you forget all about California,” he said softly, a touch of sadness creeping into his eyes.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

author's choice, author's choice, water balloon fight

SPN, Sam/Dean, water balloon fight

[kasmodia.livejournal.com]

Growing up’s a hard thing to do when your childhood’s permanently around you, sleeping in the bed only an arm’s length away, babbling in his sleep like back in the days, riding beside you in your big boy’s car and gluing your hand to beer bottles.

And right now, as the water-filled condom bursts only inches beside your bowed head and leaves a big wet stain on the dingy floral motel wallpaper, you think that maybe it’s a good thing you and your brother never grew older than 12. Not really, anyway.

Cause, damned, there are about a thousand other things you could get up to with your baby brother and a family size package (no pun intended) of rubbers. But all Sam does is giggling like a kid while he throws the improvised water bombs at you and you laugh and call him names and dig yourself in behind your bed, your clothes damp and a big bruise forming on your chest where you got hit by the first strike.

When Sam runs out of ammunition, you attack him, taking revenge by wresting him down and tickling him until tears are running down his cheeks.

You lie on the floor in the small space between your queens, your relaxed body on top of Sam’s, legs still entangled, and try to even your breathing. You know you should move but you can’t bring yourself to care and just star down on Sam and he stares back, eyes wide and suddenly serious.

You’re twelve all over again, uncertain and nervous, swallowing hard around the dry lump in your throat, and you know that this kiss will be the only first kiss in your life that really counts.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Leverage, author's choice, sweat

[lovesrogue36.livejournal.com]

She's drenched in sweat. It runs off her body in rivulets, beads forming on her brow and along her nose. He wipes it off her cheek with his thumb and then off her breast with his tongue, sucking at the spicy flavor, tinged with a bitterness he supposes must be her perfume.

It slides between her thighs as he moves lower, her breath catching. His tongue slides across the crease in her thigh in his idea of a cool-down, that only turns out to have her hot and wet all over again.

Shuddering under him, she relishes the slick slide of his skin on hers and the soft sheets beneath them as he slides his tongue in her, tasting, savoring.

It's not so very long later that she has him on his back, a wicked glint in her eyes. This time, he sweats.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

CWRPS, any combination of JDM/JA/JP/MC, giant bubble bath

Jeff/Jensen, Bathtime

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

"Oh. I think...I think this might be the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Jeff grinned at the blissed-out expression on Jensen's face and gave himself a mental pat on the back. It was worth every penny he'd spent on this crazy expensive hotel room and it's big-ass bathtub to see the tension Jen had been carrying around with him the past week melt away, soaked into the hot water covering him almost to his chin. Which was a shame really, Jeff thought to himself.

"You know what would be even better?"

Jensen leaned the back of his head against the edge of bathtub and hummed, growled even, with pleasure. "Nothing. Ever."

Reaching out under the water, searching through mounds of frothy white bubbles, Jeff grabbed Jensen's arms and tugged. He'd almost expected Jensen to resist any kind of movement, but instead, he let himself be pulled, features lax and trusting. Like always, the expression shot straight through Jeff, through his heart and his groin. "C'mere," he murmured, turning Jensen until he settled between Jeff's legs, back pulled firm against Jeff's chest.

"Oh," Jensen said faintly. "Yeah. This is...this is definitely the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Jeff pressed his smile into Jensen's hair. "Love you too, babe."

[daria234.livejournal.com]

The O.C, Ryan/Seth, swimming