"Downtime" (Out of the Dark, 1985)
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riptide_asylumTitle: Downtime
Rating: R
Summary: Everyone needs a break sometimes. Well, that and a beer. And possibly a blowjob.
1.
The beers are cool in my hands, nice after the heat of the day, and the galley's cool and dark. The boat's rocking gently, the deep water rock that means we're far from the harbor, far from friends and neighbors and everyone else, just me and Nick. The way it should be.
He's on deck, watching the ocean, waiting for me, and knowing that's a warm, full feeling deep inside me. I step outside into the sunset's orange glow, the mild breeze just breaking the heat of the day.
He turns and smiles. That smile holds everything I'll ever need.
2.
Nick leans back in his deck chair and watches the sun set. The light dazzles though, and he closes his eyes, letting the warmth play over his face and naked torso. They'd pulled anchor and left King Harbor four hours ago, and this secluded cove north of Pedro was perfect for the weekend Nick had in mind: fishing, beer, more fishing, fucking Cody's brains out at every oppor--
Nick yelps at the cold bottle pressed against his back. Lost in contemplation, he hadn't heard Cody arrive. Chuckling, Cody caps the beer and hands it over, pressing a soft, teasing kiss against Nick's lips before dropping into the other chair. And Nick can't help the grin that steals over his face as he watches Cody hoist his long, tan legs up onto the railing.
The relaxed, anticipatory smile Cody gives him in return speaks volumes; Nick hopes they'll find time to fit in at least a little fishing.
The sun sinks slowly towards the surface of the ocean, casting a generous peach-orange glow over everything in sight.
The two of them clink bottles softly, a wordless toast to the weekend ahead.
3.
The beers are finished and the evening's turned cool, and Nick follows Cody belowdecks. He never tires of watching his partner's graceful negotiations of the vessel; Cody's a born sailor, more at home on water than land...or air, Nick thinks wryly. He swings by the galley to stash the empties and grab two more bottles, catching Cody at the top of the stairs to their stateroom. Cody eyes the new beers with amusement.
Nick shrugs. "For after."
Cody folds his arms over his chest. "After what, Nick?"
Nick refuses to rise to the bait, instead stashing the bottles carefully on the shelf next to the tv.
"After Scrabble? I was just about to get the--" Cody's words turn into a groan as Nick captures him from behind, sliding a hand up under his open hoodie, thumbing one nipple to attention, mouthing his neck firmly. "Parcheesi?" Cody tries breathlessly. "I know we have the pieces around here somewhere...Nick..."
This last is nearly a whine as Nick pulls Cody back to rest flush against his hips. He moves against his lover's ass, grinding against the tiny white corduroy shorts, letting his hands roam over Cody's firm, muscled stomach, kisses now hard and urgent.
Cody turns in his arms, reaching for him with a chuckle. "I like your idea, too, Nick."
Rating: R
Summary: Everyone needs a break sometimes. Well, that and a beer. And possibly a blowjob.
1.
The beers are cool in my hands, nice after the heat of the day, and the galley's cool and dark. The boat's rocking gently, the deep water rock that means we're far from the harbor, far from friends and neighbors and everyone else, just me and Nick. The way it should be.
He's on deck, watching the ocean, waiting for me, and knowing that's a warm, full feeling deep inside me. I step outside into the sunset's orange glow, the mild breeze just breaking the heat of the day.
He turns and smiles. That smile holds everything I'll ever need.
2.
Nick leans back in his deck chair and watches the sun set. The light dazzles though, and he closes his eyes, letting the warmth play over his face and naked torso. They'd pulled anchor and left King Harbor four hours ago, and this secluded cove north of Pedro was perfect for the weekend Nick had in mind: fishing, beer, more fishing, fucking Cody's brains out at every oppor--
Nick yelps at the cold bottle pressed against his back. Lost in contemplation, he hadn't heard Cody arrive. Chuckling, Cody caps the beer and hands it over, pressing a soft, teasing kiss against Nick's lips before dropping into the other chair. And Nick can't help the grin that steals over his face as he watches Cody hoist his long, tan legs up onto the railing.
The relaxed, anticipatory smile Cody gives him in return speaks volumes; Nick hopes they'll find time to fit in at least a little fishing.
The sun sinks slowly towards the surface of the ocean, casting a generous peach-orange glow over everything in sight.
The two of them clink bottles softly, a wordless toast to the weekend ahead.
3.
The beers are finished and the evening's turned cool, and Nick follows Cody belowdecks. He never tires of watching his partner's graceful negotiations of the vessel; Cody's a born sailor, more at home on water than land...or air, Nick thinks wryly. He swings by the galley to stash the empties and grab two more bottles, catching Cody at the top of the stairs to their stateroom. Cody eyes the new beers with amusement.
Nick shrugs. "For after."
Cody folds his arms over his chest. "After what, Nick?"
Nick refuses to rise to the bait, instead stashing the bottles carefully on the shelf next to the tv.
"After Scrabble? I was just about to get the--" Cody's words turn into a groan as Nick captures him from behind, sliding a hand up under his open hoodie, thumbing one nipple to attention, mouthing his neck firmly. "Parcheesi?" Cody tries breathlessly. "I know we have the pieces around here somewhere...Nick..."
This last is nearly a whine as Nick pulls Cody back to rest flush against his hips. He moves against his lover's ass, grinding against the tiny white corduroy shorts, letting his hands roam over Cody's firm, muscled stomach, kisses now hard and urgent.
Cody turns in his arms, reaching for him with a chuckle. "I like your idea, too, Nick."
