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riptide_asylum) wrote2010-01-03 03:00 pm
riptide_asylum) wrote2010-01-03 03:00 pm
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"Coffee Break" (Beach Boys, 1985)
Title: Coffee Break
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sometimes, there's no time like the present...
They've been watching each other all morning.
Not that there is anything unusual about that: when they're in the same room it's nearly impossible for them to keep their eyes off each other. Caressing each other with soft, subtle glances, speaking to one another without words.
But this morning, Cody's eyes are alight with fire, deep and hot, until Nick thinks he'll burn just from looking. It's all he can do to tear his gaze away, keep his breathing steady, find words for Murray. When Cody looks at him like that the world falls away.
It's been a long, angry week. A messy divorce case left a bitter taste in their mouths, and too many nights on stakeout mean they've been too tired to do more than curl up close in the bunk, holding on, almost too exhausted to sleep. But at last it's done, and they're free, and in a few short hours they'll be pulling the Riptide out to sea, King Harbor and her dark and petty citizens behind them for three full days.
Nick can't wait. Three full days alone with the sun and the fish and the sea comes to close to his idea of heaven. He watches Cody's profile and hopes that Murray packed his earplugs.
As if on cue, Murray puts down his coffee cup and slides out of the booth. "You know what, guys? There's one or two things I want to get from the drugstore before we sail. Is that okay by you? I'll only be twenty minutes."
"Fine, Murray, fine." Cody grins, turning his head, and Nick catches his breath at how beautiful he is. "You know what, would you mind picking up some more toothpaste while you're there?"
"Will do, Cody!" Murray starts up the stairs. "Oh, Nick, d'you need anything?"
Nick shakes his head, swallowing a smile. Cody Allen. Naked. Now. "Nah, Boz, I'm good. Take as long as you need, huh?"
"Won't be long!" Murray's cheery voice floats down the stairs, and his feet are still clattering on the deck overhead when Cody's pulling Nick to his feet.
"So long. So fucking long." Cody's voice is a hungry growl, his hands hard and urgent, tearing at Nick's clothing.
"Easy, man." Nick holds on, pulling Cody close. "We'll be at sea in two hours. We got all the time in the world."
"Can't wait that long. Can't wait, Nick. Gotta..." Cody yanks at Nick shirt again and the cotton rips with a tortured groan. Nick gasps at the heat of Cody's touch on his skin, falling back against the wall of the booth, a prisoner to the desire in Cody's eyes.
Cody presses against him and Nick whimpers at the heat, hardening himself in an instant. "Let's go to bed," he moans.
"Not goin' anywhere." Cody claims his mouth, hard, demanding, fumbling with Nick's pants at the same time.
Nick can hardly think for the burning rush of Cody, touching him at last. Crowding in is the knowledge that they could be discovered, that Murray could return, but Cody's hand is on him, true and sweet, and Cody's making the soft, greedy whimper that Nick can never get enough of.
Murray's coffee cup topples to the floor as Nick succumbs, Cody's strong hands pressing him down against the table, his jeans tugged down. The cool kiss of air on his asscheeks a promise, tantalizing, taunting, and then at last Cody's featherlight touch. Nick moans his need, pressing back as Cody strokes him, but Cody wont be rushed, even now. It's too long--far too long--before Nick finally feels the moment he's been waiting for, the gentle, teasing finger on his hole.
"Cody...please..." Nick wants to cry, to scream, to beg, but he can't remember how. Cody presses harder and all at once there's the thrill of lube, cold on Nick's skin, the finger sliding freely now across his hungry entrance.
Nick grunts as Cody finally relents, the tip of his finger pressing past Nick's rim. Nick's panting, bucking, desperate for more, and Cody gives it to him, slow and sure.
Nick's jeans hold him prisoner as he tries to spread his legs wider, tries to pull Cody deeper, and he whimpers in frustration. Cody chuckles, low and thrilling, and presses home hard, sending showers of sparks through every part of Nick, his body alive, awake to Cody's touch. His whimper turns to an urgent cry, and Cody growls approval.
"Yes, Nick. Yes!" His finger's gone, but Nick has hardly time to moan before Cody's cock is demanding entrance in its place, pressing against his rim, fat and hard and full of promise. Nick drops against the table, moaning, helpless in the boneless pleasure of being taken. Of being Cody's.
Cody's sweat is hot against his back, and Nick's moaning, pushing back, wanting more. Wanting everything. "Nick!" Cody's voice is trembling, his body heavy against Nick's, and it's so good, so perfect. Then he starts to move, and it's even better, and Nick's shouting, crying aloud, bucking against the galley's wood. Cody's hands are on his hips, tight, his breath harsh and ragged in Nick's ear, and then he's shouting too, thrusting hard, and Nick doesn't know if it's the world that rocked or just the boat. His own pleasure explodes, white-hot and eternal, and when Nick can breathe again, Cody's heavy on his back, breathing deep, one hand stroking his cheek.
Nick presses against it. "Love you."
"Love you too." Cody kisses his neck, then moves, and Nick whines with displeasure.
"I know," Cody whispers, sliding free. "But we gotta get cleaned up, babe. Murray..."
"Yeah." Nick lets Cody pull him to his feet. "Tell you what. You get the bleach wipes, an' I'll meet you in the head." He grins.
"If you insist." Cody pulls Nick close and kisses him, hard and deep. "Think you're up to returning the favor?"
Nick groans softly, hands sliding down to cup his lover's ass. "For you, I'm always up."
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sometimes, there's no time like the present...
They've been watching each other all morning.
Not that there is anything unusual about that: when they're in the same room it's nearly impossible for them to keep their eyes off each other. Caressing each other with soft, subtle glances, speaking to one another without words.
But this morning, Cody's eyes are alight with fire, deep and hot, until Nick thinks he'll burn just from looking. It's all he can do to tear his gaze away, keep his breathing steady, find words for Murray. When Cody looks at him like that the world falls away.
It's been a long, angry week. A messy divorce case left a bitter taste in their mouths, and too many nights on stakeout mean they've been too tired to do more than curl up close in the bunk, holding on, almost too exhausted to sleep. But at last it's done, and they're free, and in a few short hours they'll be pulling the Riptide out to sea, King Harbor and her dark and petty citizens behind them for three full days.
Nick can't wait. Three full days alone with the sun and the fish and the sea comes to close to his idea of heaven. He watches Cody's profile and hopes that Murray packed his earplugs.
As if on cue, Murray puts down his coffee cup and slides out of the booth. "You know what, guys? There's one or two things I want to get from the drugstore before we sail. Is that okay by you? I'll only be twenty minutes."
"Fine, Murray, fine." Cody grins, turning his head, and Nick catches his breath at how beautiful he is. "You know what, would you mind picking up some more toothpaste while you're there?"
"Will do, Cody!" Murray starts up the stairs. "Oh, Nick, d'you need anything?"
Nick shakes his head, swallowing a smile. Cody Allen. Naked. Now. "Nah, Boz, I'm good. Take as long as you need, huh?"
"Won't be long!" Murray's cheery voice floats down the stairs, and his feet are still clattering on the deck overhead when Cody's pulling Nick to his feet.
"So long. So fucking long." Cody's voice is a hungry growl, his hands hard and urgent, tearing at Nick's clothing.
"Easy, man." Nick holds on, pulling Cody close. "We'll be at sea in two hours. We got all the time in the world."
"Can't wait that long. Can't wait, Nick. Gotta..." Cody yanks at Nick shirt again and the cotton rips with a tortured groan. Nick gasps at the heat of Cody's touch on his skin, falling back against the wall of the booth, a prisoner to the desire in Cody's eyes.
Cody presses against him and Nick whimpers at the heat, hardening himself in an instant. "Let's go to bed," he moans.
"Not goin' anywhere." Cody claims his mouth, hard, demanding, fumbling with Nick's pants at the same time.
Nick can hardly think for the burning rush of Cody, touching him at last. Crowding in is the knowledge that they could be discovered, that Murray could return, but Cody's hand is on him, true and sweet, and Cody's making the soft, greedy whimper that Nick can never get enough of.
Murray's coffee cup topples to the floor as Nick succumbs, Cody's strong hands pressing him down against the table, his jeans tugged down. The cool kiss of air on his asscheeks a promise, tantalizing, taunting, and then at last Cody's featherlight touch. Nick moans his need, pressing back as Cody strokes him, but Cody wont be rushed, even now. It's too long--far too long--before Nick finally feels the moment he's been waiting for, the gentle, teasing finger on his hole.
"Cody...please..." Nick wants to cry, to scream, to beg, but he can't remember how. Cody presses harder and all at once there's the thrill of lube, cold on Nick's skin, the finger sliding freely now across his hungry entrance.
Nick grunts as Cody finally relents, the tip of his finger pressing past Nick's rim. Nick's panting, bucking, desperate for more, and Cody gives it to him, slow and sure.
Nick's jeans hold him prisoner as he tries to spread his legs wider, tries to pull Cody deeper, and he whimpers in frustration. Cody chuckles, low and thrilling, and presses home hard, sending showers of sparks through every part of Nick, his body alive, awake to Cody's touch. His whimper turns to an urgent cry, and Cody growls approval.
"Yes, Nick. Yes!" His finger's gone, but Nick has hardly time to moan before Cody's cock is demanding entrance in its place, pressing against his rim, fat and hard and full of promise. Nick drops against the table, moaning, helpless in the boneless pleasure of being taken. Of being Cody's.
Cody's sweat is hot against his back, and Nick's moaning, pushing back, wanting more. Wanting everything. "Nick!" Cody's voice is trembling, his body heavy against Nick's, and it's so good, so perfect. Then he starts to move, and it's even better, and Nick's shouting, crying aloud, bucking against the galley's wood. Cody's hands are on his hips, tight, his breath harsh and ragged in Nick's ear, and then he's shouting too, thrusting hard, and Nick doesn't know if it's the world that rocked or just the boat. His own pleasure explodes, white-hot and eternal, and when Nick can breathe again, Cody's heavy on his back, breathing deep, one hand stroking his cheek.
Nick presses against it. "Love you."
"Love you too." Cody kisses his neck, then moves, and Nick whines with displeasure.
"I know," Cody whispers, sliding free. "But we gotta get cleaned up, babe. Murray..."
"Yeah." Nick lets Cody pull him to his feet. "Tell you what. You get the bleach wipes, an' I'll meet you in the head." He grins.
"If you insist." Cody pulls Nick close and kisses him, hard and deep. "Think you're up to returning the favor?"
Nick groans softly, hands sliding down to cup his lover's ass. "For you, I'm always up."