"One Rip More or Less" (Horizons, 1987)
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riptide_asylumTitle: One Rip More or Less
Rating: R
Summary: Nick is finally able to indulge all his fantasies about Cody's plaid robe. And he can't wait.
Cody's plaid flannel robe had seen better days, Nick thought. It was worn-through in several places and torn in others, it possessed a unique and indescribable odor and neither of them could remember how the 2-inch burn mark had gotten on the right sleeve.
And whenever Cody wore it, it drove Nick wild.
There was something about the way it refused to stay closed at the top, instead revealing tantalizing glimpses of his bronze, golden-haired chest--until Cody gripped it tightly closed with a glare. Nick grinned as Cody clutched at the worn fabric with an attempt at modesty.
"After you." Cody indicated the stairs to the salon with a nod.
Nick leaned against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. He grinned salaciously. "Right behind you."
"Hey, guys? Guys?" Murray's voice floated through the Riptide like a plaintive ghost, the poltergeist who'd woken them far too early on a Saturday morning. "I think I might've wired the toaster to the uh, well to the Riptide's main engine."
Nick refused to rise to the challenge. He wanted to watch Cody's long, tan legs nip up the stairs, round, tight ass barely covered by the pilly fabric. And Cody knew it, Nick could tell.
"Hey, guys? Do you know if we remembered to replace the fire extinguisher?"
Nick and Cody looked at each other, expressions simultaneously turning serious. Sighing, Cody jogged up the steps, Nick hard at his heels. He yipped as Nick managed a pinch at the entrance to the salon. Whirling, Cody returned to glaring, and Nick snaked an arm around him, giving the robe's tie a quick yank and Cody's neck a brief nip before slipping around him and jogging up the stairs to the salon, ignoring Cody's injured whine. "Should be a brand new one next to the bench by the door, Boz. If not, I'll grab the extra in the wheelhouse."
"Oh! Oh right, here we go!"
As Nick rounded the galley door, he found Murray determinedly reading the instructions on the fire extinguisher's tag. Behind him, a brief wisp of smoke hovered above the toaster's glowing innards, smelling of burnt plastic and oil. Nick grabbed the extinguisher out of Murray's hands and deftly pulled the ring, coating the toaster, and a portion of the galley in foam. A few more quick bursts and the smoke was history, the smell dissipated and the toaster was once more an innocent kitchen appliance, rather than an experiment in boat flammability.
Cody appeared in the doorway at Nick's shoulder, still hazy on the morning. He yawned. "What happened? Boz, is everything all right?"
"Nothing to worry about, Cody. Although I was almost positive I had the right connections this time! See, I've been thinking about ways to save power onboard the boat, and based on their current needs, voltage range and electrical signals, and I made this list of appliances that could potentially save energy through a direct connection to the engine." Over Nick's shoulder, Murray went on cheerfully expounding his theories of bread/boat dynamics.
Nick's eyes dropped to Cody's waist, where the robe's tie was double-knotted. Looking up at Cody's face, he raised his eyebrows.
Don't even think about it. Cody stepped a little further back down the stairs. Blond hair tousled and flat on one side, his eyes still at half-mast, he still looked incredible.
Nick looked over in satisfaction. Thinking about it. Thinking about it a lot.
Cody's eyes opened all the way. He advanced a step, now much more awake.
"Hey! Hey, guys? You think Von's is open yet? I mean, I hate to miss breakfast, but I'm sure if I just had another toaster I could finish this experiment and have the kitchen completely rewired in time for lunch. Whaddaya say?"
"Sounds good to me, Boz," Nick said. He casually slid his hand over Cody's flannel-covered ass, ignoring the glare he received. "We could wait on breakfast if you want. Take you, what, a half hour maybe to get a new one?"
"Oh that'd be swell, guys, really swell. Look, I'll head for the one on Montrose that has those, uh, those pastries with the, in the middle, the..."
Nick slid his hand under the edge of Cody's robe, cupping a lightly fuzzed cheek firmly. "Cream, Boz?" he asked innocently. Cody grinned at Nick and leaned into his touch.
"That's it exactly, Nick! Cream! Boy, I can't think why I couldn't remember that word. Cream. You know, that reminds me of a story, Nick, about when I was at MIT doing a symposium on quantum dairy mechanics, just for fun, as a sort of a break from my serious classes. And this one, time, I'll never forget, this--"
Nick and Cody looked at each other, and Nick removed his hand from under the robe. As one, the two of them began herding Murray out of the galley and up the stairs, making appropriate noises.
"--whoever would have guessed that if the fat percentage is below 17.999--well you get the idea--"
"We get it, Boz, we get it." Nick retrieved the keys to the Jimmy from their hook on the wall and held them out, nodding.
"--then cream doesn't require pasteurization and can actually--oh thanks, Nick--uh, can actually be used to transmit sonic vibrations--sound--over distances of more than a mile?"
"You learn somethin' new every day, Nick," Cody muttered. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, with the result that now both sides stood up equally. Nick smiled at the sight. He got any harder, there'd be something new to hang the keys on.
The two of them stood in the stairwell listening to Murray's excited footsteps cross the deck. There was a pause, then the expected ungainly thud onto the slip. Nick sighed and shook his head.
"I'm okay, guys! I'm okay!"
Turning, Cody started back down the stairs, hands shoved in the pockets of the robe. "Hear that, Nick, he's okay."
Nick followed. "I heard, I heard. Why doesn't he just use the ladder like everyone else?"
Cody shrugged. "Maybe you can't use them to pasteurize sound."
Nick giggled and caught Cody from behind as they crossed the salon. He slid his hands below the occupied pockets and hiked the two halves of the robe up in front.
"Nick!" Wriggling, Cody made a half-hearted attempt at modesty before leaning into Nick's embrace. He groaned as Nick slid one palm across his naked thigh, and cupped his balls with the other.
"Mmm." Nick mouthed his way down Cody's neck, enjoying the fact that Cody'd forgotten all about the open neck of the robe. He moved one hand to Cody's waking cock. "I can see your toes from here," Nick commented. "S'a good view."
Cody chuckled and rocked his hips against Nick's own insistent erection. Nick growled softly, the friction from his sweats and the robe and Cody combining to make him lose his mind. Between the two of them they managed to duck-walk to the stairs leading to their stateroom.
Nick detangled his arms from Cody and the robe, and gave Cody a sharp smack on one flannel-covered cheek.
"Ow," Cody complained, rubbing. "What was that for?"
"For not having the robe off already."
"Smartass." Cody continued to rub.
Nick giggled again. "That'd be you, right now." At Cody's glower, Nick pulled him close and kissed him, long and sweet. "C'mon," Nick said finally. "We stay up here any longer, that robe's getting a new rip." He indicated the stairs. "After you."
This time, Cody didn't argue.
Rating: R
Summary: Nick is finally able to indulge all his fantasies about Cody's plaid robe. And he can't wait.
Cody's plaid flannel robe had seen better days, Nick thought. It was worn-through in several places and torn in others, it possessed a unique and indescribable odor and neither of them could remember how the 2-inch burn mark had gotten on the right sleeve.
And whenever Cody wore it, it drove Nick wild.
There was something about the way it refused to stay closed at the top, instead revealing tantalizing glimpses of his bronze, golden-haired chest--until Cody gripped it tightly closed with a glare. Nick grinned as Cody clutched at the worn fabric with an attempt at modesty.
"After you." Cody indicated the stairs to the salon with a nod.
Nick leaned against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. He grinned salaciously. "Right behind you."
"Hey, guys? Guys?" Murray's voice floated through the Riptide like a plaintive ghost, the poltergeist who'd woken them far too early on a Saturday morning. "I think I might've wired the toaster to the uh, well to the Riptide's main engine."
Nick refused to rise to the challenge. He wanted to watch Cody's long, tan legs nip up the stairs, round, tight ass barely covered by the pilly fabric. And Cody knew it, Nick could tell.
"Hey, guys? Do you know if we remembered to replace the fire extinguisher?"
Nick and Cody looked at each other, expressions simultaneously turning serious. Sighing, Cody jogged up the steps, Nick hard at his heels. He yipped as Nick managed a pinch at the entrance to the salon. Whirling, Cody returned to glaring, and Nick snaked an arm around him, giving the robe's tie a quick yank and Cody's neck a brief nip before slipping around him and jogging up the stairs to the salon, ignoring Cody's injured whine. "Should be a brand new one next to the bench by the door, Boz. If not, I'll grab the extra in the wheelhouse."
"Oh! Oh right, here we go!"
As Nick rounded the galley door, he found Murray determinedly reading the instructions on the fire extinguisher's tag. Behind him, a brief wisp of smoke hovered above the toaster's glowing innards, smelling of burnt plastic and oil. Nick grabbed the extinguisher out of Murray's hands and deftly pulled the ring, coating the toaster, and a portion of the galley in foam. A few more quick bursts and the smoke was history, the smell dissipated and the toaster was once more an innocent kitchen appliance, rather than an experiment in boat flammability.
Cody appeared in the doorway at Nick's shoulder, still hazy on the morning. He yawned. "What happened? Boz, is everything all right?"
"Nothing to worry about, Cody. Although I was almost positive I had the right connections this time! See, I've been thinking about ways to save power onboard the boat, and based on their current needs, voltage range and electrical signals, and I made this list of appliances that could potentially save energy through a direct connection to the engine." Over Nick's shoulder, Murray went on cheerfully expounding his theories of bread/boat dynamics.
Nick's eyes dropped to Cody's waist, where the robe's tie was double-knotted. Looking up at Cody's face, he raised his eyebrows.
Don't even think about it. Cody stepped a little further back down the stairs. Blond hair tousled and flat on one side, his eyes still at half-mast, he still looked incredible.
Nick looked over in satisfaction. Thinking about it. Thinking about it a lot.
Cody's eyes opened all the way. He advanced a step, now much more awake.
"Hey! Hey, guys? You think Von's is open yet? I mean, I hate to miss breakfast, but I'm sure if I just had another toaster I could finish this experiment and have the kitchen completely rewired in time for lunch. Whaddaya say?"
"Sounds good to me, Boz," Nick said. He casually slid his hand over Cody's flannel-covered ass, ignoring the glare he received. "We could wait on breakfast if you want. Take you, what, a half hour maybe to get a new one?"
"Oh that'd be swell, guys, really swell. Look, I'll head for the one on Montrose that has those, uh, those pastries with the, in the middle, the..."
Nick slid his hand under the edge of Cody's robe, cupping a lightly fuzzed cheek firmly. "Cream, Boz?" he asked innocently. Cody grinned at Nick and leaned into his touch.
"That's it exactly, Nick! Cream! Boy, I can't think why I couldn't remember that word. Cream. You know, that reminds me of a story, Nick, about when I was at MIT doing a symposium on quantum dairy mechanics, just for fun, as a sort of a break from my serious classes. And this one, time, I'll never forget, this--"
Nick and Cody looked at each other, and Nick removed his hand from under the robe. As one, the two of them began herding Murray out of the galley and up the stairs, making appropriate noises.
"--whoever would have guessed that if the fat percentage is below 17.999--well you get the idea--"
"We get it, Boz, we get it." Nick retrieved the keys to the Jimmy from their hook on the wall and held them out, nodding.
"--then cream doesn't require pasteurization and can actually--oh thanks, Nick--uh, can actually be used to transmit sonic vibrations--sound--over distances of more than a mile?"
"You learn somethin' new every day, Nick," Cody muttered. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, with the result that now both sides stood up equally. Nick smiled at the sight. He got any harder, there'd be something new to hang the keys on.
The two of them stood in the stairwell listening to Murray's excited footsteps cross the deck. There was a pause, then the expected ungainly thud onto the slip. Nick sighed and shook his head.
"I'm okay, guys! I'm okay!"
Turning, Cody started back down the stairs, hands shoved in the pockets of the robe. "Hear that, Nick, he's okay."
Nick followed. "I heard, I heard. Why doesn't he just use the ladder like everyone else?"
Cody shrugged. "Maybe you can't use them to pasteurize sound."
Nick giggled and caught Cody from behind as they crossed the salon. He slid his hands below the occupied pockets and hiked the two halves of the robe up in front.
"Nick!" Wriggling, Cody made a half-hearted attempt at modesty before leaning into Nick's embrace. He groaned as Nick slid one palm across his naked thigh, and cupped his balls with the other.
"Mmm." Nick mouthed his way down Cody's neck, enjoying the fact that Cody'd forgotten all about the open neck of the robe. He moved one hand to Cody's waking cock. "I can see your toes from here," Nick commented. "S'a good view."
Cody chuckled and rocked his hips against Nick's own insistent erection. Nick growled softly, the friction from his sweats and the robe and Cody combining to make him lose his mind. Between the two of them they managed to duck-walk to the stairs leading to their stateroom.
Nick detangled his arms from Cody and the robe, and gave Cody a sharp smack on one flannel-covered cheek.
"Ow," Cody complained, rubbing. "What was that for?"
"For not having the robe off already."
"Smartass." Cody continued to rub.
Nick giggled again. "That'd be you, right now." At Cody's glower, Nick pulled him close and kissed him, long and sweet. "C'mon," Nick said finally. "We stay up here any longer, that robe's getting a new rip." He indicated the stairs. "After you."
This time, Cody didn't argue.
