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"Outtakes: The Orange Grove" (Other, 1985)
Title: Scenes from the Outtakes Reel: The Orange Grove
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Some members of the Riptide Detective Agency went to the party on the Contessa and some stayed home and had their own.
"Well that about shoots the morning," Cody said, taking a sip of coffee.
"So what are we waiting for?" Nick answered with a sly smile. He and Cody looked at each other then at Murray.
"Say Murray," Nick continued, "You know, girls really dig a guy in uniform," Nick continued. Cody hid his grin with the coffee cup.
"They do?" Murray asked. "Oh right! They do!"
"Absolutely," Cody chimed in. "Nothing girls like better than a sharply dressed military man." It was Nick's turn to hide behind his coffee.
"Cody, you're absolutely right!" Murray exclaimed. The three of them stood a moment and stared pointedly at his boxers. "So, I'll go get the rest of my uniform," Murray finished excitedly. He zipped down the galley steps then turned, catching Cody and Nick exchanging a look. "Say, don't you guys wanna come with? It sounds like a really boss party!"
"No Murray," Nick answered. "I think I'm gonna catch up on my sleep. Flying takes a lot out of me."
"Is that what we're calling it these days?" Cody muttered. In a louder voice he said, "Shooting does me in, too."
Nick stared at him, coffee cup halfway to his mouth. Cody gave him a wicked grin. Nick shook his head and went back to his coffee.
"Are you guys sure?" Murray's voice was indistinct, punctuated by the slamming of drawers.
Nick looked at Cody's smile; Cody recognized the look in Nick's eyes. "We're sure," they answered in unison.
Colonel Murray Bozinsky appeared at the foot of the galley stairs in record time, hat, eagles, pants and all. "How do I look, guys?" he asked.
"Amazing," Cody answered with a glance at Nick.
"Very colonel-like," Nick added.
"Oh this is gonna be so boss. What a great way to start the day!" Murray was halfway out the door when he turned. "Are you guys sure?" he asked one last time. "I mean, I'd hate for you guys to miss out--"
"Murray," Cody began.
"--and you both have uniforms as well," Murray continued, "So it doesn't seem right that--"
"Murray," Nick tried.
"--I'd keep all those girls for myself!"
"Murray!" Nick and Cody spoke in unison.
Murray looked back and forth between the two of them. "Alright, alright," he said finally, "you two catch up on your beauty sleep, but don't blame me when you see the Boz here with all the action." He headed out on deck.
Nick grinned at Cody and tossed a wave over his shoulder. "Bye Boz! Happy shooting!" He put his coffee cup on the corner table and headed downstairs, stretching his shoulders as he went.
Cody allowed himself a quiet smile then put his coffee cup down next to Nick's and followed his partner down the stairs. In their stateroom below, drawn blinds kept out most of the Southern Californian sunshine. Sounds of the party came in through the closed window like uninvited guests. Nick lay back on his bunk, arms behind his head.
As Cody came through the door, Nick commented, "Yeah, flying sure does take a lot out of me." He watched Cody unbutton his shirt with a contented smirk.
Cody met his eyes and smiled. "I'm sure I can think of something to fill you up with," he said. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it on his own bunk. "Now where were we?" he asked Nick.
Cody took a couple of steps forward until he was standing in front of Nick's bunk, hands on his hips. Nick smiled wider and scooted to the edge of the bunk. He swung his feet onto the floor and leaned forward to grab Cody's ass with both hands. He closed his eyes and kissed his partner's firm, golden stomach. "Mmmm. Uh babe? Where did these shorts come from?" Nick asked.
His partner chuckled. "You expected me to appear in front of Pitbull in all my glory?"
Nick reached for the waistband, giving a gentle tug. "I don't think he's that happy to see us," Cody continued. Nick unbuttoned the shorts and slid them down. Stepping out of them, Cody commented, "Although..."
Nick's face fell. "Don't even finish that thought."
Cody grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it." He stepped closer to the bunk and tangled his hands in Nick's hair as Nick began to lap at his stomach, moving gradually lower. He rested his cheek against the warm flat plane for a second, eyes closed. He loved holding Cody, touching him, hearing and feeling Cody's responses run through him.
Nick took the head of Cody's cock in his mouth, leaning back to watch Cody's face as he tongued the underside of the crown. Cody breathed hard, his head dropping back. Nick clenched his hands on Cody's ass and sucked his cock all the way in, savoring the firmer feel of the shaft and base against his tongue. Cody moaned wordlessly. The sounds went straight to Nick's own cock, and he sat forward to slide it against Cody's knee, enjoying the friction of warm muscle through his sweats, temptingly close.
Nick closed his eyes and focused on the job at hand. He deliberately slowed his pace, drawing out the moment, feeling Cody's ass tense under his hands. Nick felt his balls tighten in tandem with Cody's cock, and knew his partner was close.
Cody cried out Nick's name, thrusting deep into his mouth as Nick held on. It never ceased to thrill Nick that he could make Cody feel so good, so open, so out of control.
Eventually Cody opened his eyes and smiled down at Nick, who was gently licking at Cody's stomach, rubbing his thumb lazily over one hipbone. "I love you," Cody managed. "God, I love you, Nick."
Nick smiled up at him. "Love you too, babe," he said softly, giving his partner's stomach one last kiss. "C'mere." He pulled his shirt off over his head and laid back on the bunk.
Cody complied, climbing onto Nick's bunk and settling on top of him, kissing him fiercely. Nick closed his eyes as Cody worked his way down his neck, nipping at the ridge of muscle where it joined his shoulders.
Cody sat up suddenly and Nick opened his eyes lazily. "Hm?" he asked, laying a hand on Cody's back.
Cody looked at Nick's naked, bronzed torso, continuing down. "Nick...these pants..." he began.
"Oh lay off the pants, Cody," Nick whined. "They're comfortable. They're worn-in, just the way I like them. They're--"
"Coming off," Cody finished, pulling Nick's pants down past his hips and thighs.
Nick's cock sprang free and he watched Cody stare appreciatively. "C'mere," Nick said again, smiling.
Cody settled back down and resumed his attack on Nick's neck, while his partner squirmed happily underneath him. Nick reveled in Cody's touch, his kisses, his hands, the familiar weight of him on top, their legs intertwined. He opened his eyes and found Cody staring at him with a mixture of love and amusement. As Nick watched, Cody ran his fingertips slowly down Nick's chest and stomach, continuing down between his legs.
They were interrupted by a high-pitched squeal from on deck. It was quickly followed by a masculine growl and a round of giggles. Then a mysterious thump and a splash.
Cody shot Nick a questioning glance as he continued exploring. The giggles returned, punctuated by the sound of many running feet. Nick finally shook his head. Cody sighed; the two of them reluctantly separated, Cody pushing himself up off the bunk and searching around for his shorts and shirt.
Nick sat up and looked dolefully at his erection, then at Cody, who laughed. "Take it to the head, pal," he cracked. "And put some clothes on, while you're at it."
Rebuttoning his white cotton shirt, he continued. "Look on the bright side: at least it doesn't sound like Quinlan's back."
Nick frowned as his partner finished dressing and jogged out of the stateroom, his footsteps continuing up the stairs. He slid back into his t-shirt and sweats and followed, turning and heading for the boat's one small bathroom.
Nick listened to the sounds coming from the salon as he took care of business. At least three separate gigglers, Murray's excited shouts prompting fresh gales of laughter, Cody's low, even voice -- the charming host as always, Nick thought balefully -- the clink of glasses and a lower, gruffer voice, raised as the whole group exploded in laughter....Pitbull? Great, Nick thought, not only has the party moved aboard our boat, but our old C.O. is at the head of the conga line. He shook his head and moved to the sink to wash his hands. The door opened and he looked up in surprise. Cody slipped inside and locked the door behind him.
"Shouldn't you be attending to our guests?" Nick asked.
In response, Cody slid an arm around Nick's back and pulled him close. "Nope. More important things to attend to down here," he said quietly, grinning and kissing Nick's neck. He pushed Nick's shirt up and put a hand against his stomach.
"Cody," Nick protested. He made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but Cody held firm.
"Ssh! Someone might hear you. Especially with what I'm going to do next." Cody replied softly. His hand dipped below the waistband of Nick's sweats. "I will say this for those pants of yours," he murmured against Nick's neck. "They, at least, are highly cooperative."
Nick felt Cody's warm hand caressing and searching and his cock responded immediately to the firm, insistent fingers. He kissed Cody deeply, leaning into him, dizzy with need. Nick dimly registered Cody leave his pants and fumble in the wall cabinet for a couple of seconds before his hand returned, slick and wet. Nick moaned; Cody shushed him again, pulling him closer, moving his free hand to the back of Nick's head, holding them together.
Cody stroked gently, his breath hot in Nick's ear. Nick closed his eyes and rested his head against his partner's shoulder, groaning quietly into the hard muscles as Cody settled into a rhythm on his cock. Nick bucked against him in earnest, leaning in hard, barely hearing a fresh bout of giggles and clinking bottles overhead. "I love you so much, Nick," Cody whispered, taking Nick's earlobe between his teeth.
Nick nearly fell against Cody as he came, swallowing the cries he desperately wanted to make, feeling Cody's hand move down his spine, resting just above his hips, holding him up as waves of pleasure rushed through him. Eventually a cry did escape, muffled by Cody's shirt, and Nick heard his partner's satisfied chuckle.
They stood together for a few seconds, holding and being held. "Love you," Nick whispered raggedly. "Love you so mu--"
There was a crash of broken glass above them, and muffled expressions of consternation and remorse; apologies and footsteps followed. Nick and Cody looked at each other, then pulled apart reluctantly. "Okay," Nick said, adjusting his pants, "the party's officially over."
"Yeah," Cody replied. "That sounded like a cry for intervention, or possibly the lamp in the salon. We need to get up there and try to keep Pitbull from wrecking the place. Also," he added, turning on the sink faucet, "I can introduce you to Candy and Ginger."
"Candy and...."
"Ginger," Cody replied. He looked at Nick and they both grinned widely. "You know, just in case you're looking for some fun in the sun."
Nick smirked. "You're all the fun I can take, babe." He leaned forward and stole a kiss, giving Cody's back a quick rub. "But I suppose we should be social. Also, you'd better change first." Nick indicated the spatter of come across Cody's shorts and thigh.
"How not to make an impression and influence people. You think anyone will notice we're both in here?"
"Doesn't sound likely," Nick replied, opening the door. A creak coming from the stairwell stopped Nick where he stood, and he put a hand on Cody's chest. At the far end of the hallway, Nick saw a foot paused in mid-step. A small tanned foot in an orange strappy sandal.
Nick looked at Cody and then said loudly, "See, I told you that washer's broken." Cody raised an inquiring eyebrow. Nick gestured at the stairs, pointing out their covert listener. Cody caught on. "When you're right, you're right, Nick. Looks like we're going to have to call a plumber." His voice echoed down the hallway. The foot continued, bringing with it a lithe, tanned leg and the smiling, bikinied rest of what was undoubtedly Candy. Or possibly Ginger.
With a shared look of regret the boys broke apart, Nick headed for the stairs, Cody headed for a clean change of clothes.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Some members of the Riptide Detective Agency went to the party on the Contessa and some stayed home and had their own.
"Well that about shoots the morning," Cody said, taking a sip of coffee.
"So what are we waiting for?" Nick answered with a sly smile. He and Cody looked at each other then at Murray.
"Say Murray," Nick continued, "You know, girls really dig a guy in uniform," Nick continued. Cody hid his grin with the coffee cup.
"They do?" Murray asked. "Oh right! They do!"
"Absolutely," Cody chimed in. "Nothing girls like better than a sharply dressed military man." It was Nick's turn to hide behind his coffee.
"Cody, you're absolutely right!" Murray exclaimed. The three of them stood a moment and stared pointedly at his boxers. "So, I'll go get the rest of my uniform," Murray finished excitedly. He zipped down the galley steps then turned, catching Cody and Nick exchanging a look. "Say, don't you guys wanna come with? It sounds like a really boss party!"
"No Murray," Nick answered. "I think I'm gonna catch up on my sleep. Flying takes a lot out of me."
"Is that what we're calling it these days?" Cody muttered. In a louder voice he said, "Shooting does me in, too."
Nick stared at him, coffee cup halfway to his mouth. Cody gave him a wicked grin. Nick shook his head and went back to his coffee.
"Are you guys sure?" Murray's voice was indistinct, punctuated by the slamming of drawers.
Nick looked at Cody's smile; Cody recognized the look in Nick's eyes. "We're sure," they answered in unison.
Colonel Murray Bozinsky appeared at the foot of the galley stairs in record time, hat, eagles, pants and all. "How do I look, guys?" he asked.
"Amazing," Cody answered with a glance at Nick.
"Very colonel-like," Nick added.
"Oh this is gonna be so boss. What a great way to start the day!" Murray was halfway out the door when he turned. "Are you guys sure?" he asked one last time. "I mean, I'd hate for you guys to miss out--"
"Murray," Cody began.
"--and you both have uniforms as well," Murray continued, "So it doesn't seem right that--"
"Murray," Nick tried.
"--I'd keep all those girls for myself!"
"Murray!" Nick and Cody spoke in unison.
Murray looked back and forth between the two of them. "Alright, alright," he said finally, "you two catch up on your beauty sleep, but don't blame me when you see the Boz here with all the action." He headed out on deck.
Nick grinned at Cody and tossed a wave over his shoulder. "Bye Boz! Happy shooting!" He put his coffee cup on the corner table and headed downstairs, stretching his shoulders as he went.
Cody allowed himself a quiet smile then put his coffee cup down next to Nick's and followed his partner down the stairs. In their stateroom below, drawn blinds kept out most of the Southern Californian sunshine. Sounds of the party came in through the closed window like uninvited guests. Nick lay back on his bunk, arms behind his head.
As Cody came through the door, Nick commented, "Yeah, flying sure does take a lot out of me." He watched Cody unbutton his shirt with a contented smirk.
Cody met his eyes and smiled. "I'm sure I can think of something to fill you up with," he said. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and tossed it on his own bunk. "Now where were we?" he asked Nick.
Cody took a couple of steps forward until he was standing in front of Nick's bunk, hands on his hips. Nick smiled wider and scooted to the edge of the bunk. He swung his feet onto the floor and leaned forward to grab Cody's ass with both hands. He closed his eyes and kissed his partner's firm, golden stomach. "Mmmm. Uh babe? Where did these shorts come from?" Nick asked.
His partner chuckled. "You expected me to appear in front of Pitbull in all my glory?"
Nick reached for the waistband, giving a gentle tug. "I don't think he's that happy to see us," Cody continued. Nick unbuttoned the shorts and slid them down. Stepping out of them, Cody commented, "Although..."
Nick's face fell. "Don't even finish that thought."
Cody grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it." He stepped closer to the bunk and tangled his hands in Nick's hair as Nick began to lap at his stomach, moving gradually lower. He rested his cheek against the warm flat plane for a second, eyes closed. He loved holding Cody, touching him, hearing and feeling Cody's responses run through him.
Nick took the head of Cody's cock in his mouth, leaning back to watch Cody's face as he tongued the underside of the crown. Cody breathed hard, his head dropping back. Nick clenched his hands on Cody's ass and sucked his cock all the way in, savoring the firmer feel of the shaft and base against his tongue. Cody moaned wordlessly. The sounds went straight to Nick's own cock, and he sat forward to slide it against Cody's knee, enjoying the friction of warm muscle through his sweats, temptingly close.
Nick closed his eyes and focused on the job at hand. He deliberately slowed his pace, drawing out the moment, feeling Cody's ass tense under his hands. Nick felt his balls tighten in tandem with Cody's cock, and knew his partner was close.
Cody cried out Nick's name, thrusting deep into his mouth as Nick held on. It never ceased to thrill Nick that he could make Cody feel so good, so open, so out of control.
Eventually Cody opened his eyes and smiled down at Nick, who was gently licking at Cody's stomach, rubbing his thumb lazily over one hipbone. "I love you," Cody managed. "God, I love you, Nick."
Nick smiled up at him. "Love you too, babe," he said softly, giving his partner's stomach one last kiss. "C'mere." He pulled his shirt off over his head and laid back on the bunk.
Cody complied, climbing onto Nick's bunk and settling on top of him, kissing him fiercely. Nick closed his eyes as Cody worked his way down his neck, nipping at the ridge of muscle where it joined his shoulders.
Cody sat up suddenly and Nick opened his eyes lazily. "Hm?" he asked, laying a hand on Cody's back.
Cody looked at Nick's naked, bronzed torso, continuing down. "Nick...these pants..." he began.
"Oh lay off the pants, Cody," Nick whined. "They're comfortable. They're worn-in, just the way I like them. They're--"
"Coming off," Cody finished, pulling Nick's pants down past his hips and thighs.
Nick's cock sprang free and he watched Cody stare appreciatively. "C'mere," Nick said again, smiling.
Cody settled back down and resumed his attack on Nick's neck, while his partner squirmed happily underneath him. Nick reveled in Cody's touch, his kisses, his hands, the familiar weight of him on top, their legs intertwined. He opened his eyes and found Cody staring at him with a mixture of love and amusement. As Nick watched, Cody ran his fingertips slowly down Nick's chest and stomach, continuing down between his legs.
They were interrupted by a high-pitched squeal from on deck. It was quickly followed by a masculine growl and a round of giggles. Then a mysterious thump and a splash.
Cody shot Nick a questioning glance as he continued exploring. The giggles returned, punctuated by the sound of many running feet. Nick finally shook his head. Cody sighed; the two of them reluctantly separated, Cody pushing himself up off the bunk and searching around for his shorts and shirt.
Nick sat up and looked dolefully at his erection, then at Cody, who laughed. "Take it to the head, pal," he cracked. "And put some clothes on, while you're at it."
Rebuttoning his white cotton shirt, he continued. "Look on the bright side: at least it doesn't sound like Quinlan's back."
Nick frowned as his partner finished dressing and jogged out of the stateroom, his footsteps continuing up the stairs. He slid back into his t-shirt and sweats and followed, turning and heading for the boat's one small bathroom.
Nick listened to the sounds coming from the salon as he took care of business. At least three separate gigglers, Murray's excited shouts prompting fresh gales of laughter, Cody's low, even voice -- the charming host as always, Nick thought balefully -- the clink of glasses and a lower, gruffer voice, raised as the whole group exploded in laughter....Pitbull? Great, Nick thought, not only has the party moved aboard our boat, but our old C.O. is at the head of the conga line. He shook his head and moved to the sink to wash his hands. The door opened and he looked up in surprise. Cody slipped inside and locked the door behind him.
"Shouldn't you be attending to our guests?" Nick asked.
In response, Cody slid an arm around Nick's back and pulled him close. "Nope. More important things to attend to down here," he said quietly, grinning and kissing Nick's neck. He pushed Nick's shirt up and put a hand against his stomach.
"Cody," Nick protested. He made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but Cody held firm.
"Ssh! Someone might hear you. Especially with what I'm going to do next." Cody replied softly. His hand dipped below the waistband of Nick's sweats. "I will say this for those pants of yours," he murmured against Nick's neck. "They, at least, are highly cooperative."
Nick felt Cody's warm hand caressing and searching and his cock responded immediately to the firm, insistent fingers. He kissed Cody deeply, leaning into him, dizzy with need. Nick dimly registered Cody leave his pants and fumble in the wall cabinet for a couple of seconds before his hand returned, slick and wet. Nick moaned; Cody shushed him again, pulling him closer, moving his free hand to the back of Nick's head, holding them together.
Cody stroked gently, his breath hot in Nick's ear. Nick closed his eyes and rested his head against his partner's shoulder, groaning quietly into the hard muscles as Cody settled into a rhythm on his cock. Nick bucked against him in earnest, leaning in hard, barely hearing a fresh bout of giggles and clinking bottles overhead. "I love you so much, Nick," Cody whispered, taking Nick's earlobe between his teeth.
Nick nearly fell against Cody as he came, swallowing the cries he desperately wanted to make, feeling Cody's hand move down his spine, resting just above his hips, holding him up as waves of pleasure rushed through him. Eventually a cry did escape, muffled by Cody's shirt, and Nick heard his partner's satisfied chuckle.
They stood together for a few seconds, holding and being held. "Love you," Nick whispered raggedly. "Love you so mu--"
There was a crash of broken glass above them, and muffled expressions of consternation and remorse; apologies and footsteps followed. Nick and Cody looked at each other, then pulled apart reluctantly. "Okay," Nick said, adjusting his pants, "the party's officially over."
"Yeah," Cody replied. "That sounded like a cry for intervention, or possibly the lamp in the salon. We need to get up there and try to keep Pitbull from wrecking the place. Also," he added, turning on the sink faucet, "I can introduce you to Candy and Ginger."
"Candy and...."
"Ginger," Cody replied. He looked at Nick and they both grinned widely. "You know, just in case you're looking for some fun in the sun."
Nick smirked. "You're all the fun I can take, babe." He leaned forward and stole a kiss, giving Cody's back a quick rub. "But I suppose we should be social. Also, you'd better change first." Nick indicated the spatter of come across Cody's shorts and thigh.
"How not to make an impression and influence people. You think anyone will notice we're both in here?"
"Doesn't sound likely," Nick replied, opening the door. A creak coming from the stairwell stopped Nick where he stood, and he put a hand on Cody's chest. At the far end of the hallway, Nick saw a foot paused in mid-step. A small tanned foot in an orange strappy sandal.
Nick looked at Cody and then said loudly, "See, I told you that washer's broken." Cody raised an inquiring eyebrow. Nick gestured at the stairs, pointing out their covert listener. Cody caught on. "When you're right, you're right, Nick. Looks like we're going to have to call a plumber." His voice echoed down the hallway. The foot continued, bringing with it a lithe, tanned leg and the smiling, bikinied rest of what was undoubtedly Candy. Or possibly Ginger.
With a shared look of regret the boys broke apart, Nick headed for the stairs, Cody headed for a clean change of clothes.