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Towards the Limits of Maps (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) by Aflowerinrain
It happens just like that, because even though Seth's chin is all stubbly and Ryan's haircut probably cost sixty dollars and the kitchen they are in is cramped and smells funny, he is still Seth, and Ryan is still Ryan. And Seth would follow Ryan anywhere.
NC-17 - Ryan/Seth, Ryan/Marissa - Finished
So, so, so good. Reminds me why Ryan/Seth is so damn great.
When the knock comes, Seth rolls his eyes. Who the fuck. He has exactly five friends in San Francisco, not counting his editor, who promised she wouldn't come back after she sat on Captain Oats and found it highly unpleasant. Seth runs through the list in his head, and no, it couldn't be any of the five friends. Mostly because it's before eleven in the morning, and none of them will be awake for like, five hours. And he paid his rent on time this month, for once, so it couldn't be the Landlady (who Seth is pretty sure has 101 Dalmatians hidden in a lair somewhere).
The hair on the back of Seth's neck stands up. It could be Ryan.
Except, of course, for the fact that it couldn't be Ryan, because Ryan is in Newport building an empire and becoming the next Caleb Nichol (except without the premature death part, hopefully) and taking care of the parents, and Seth is far, far away from all of that, in his shabby-on-purpose San Francisco apartment.