riptide_asylum | "Power Sailor" (Other, 1984)

Title: Power Sailor
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Two bunks, two books, two men and one need after lights-out.

Bedtime, and Cody lay in his single, narrow bunk with the November issue of Power Sailor open in front of him and his attention almost wholly on Nick, lying in his own bunk a few feet away. Comparing different models of wind sensors were no match for stolen glimpses of Nick's tan, furred chest and arms peeking out from under the sheet. Nick was deeply enthralled in a paperback with a garish cover, so Cody felt safe sneaking more peeks than average. God, he couldn't get enough of Nick. They lived and worked together, day in and day out and still it wasn't enough. The only time it was enough--

"You okay over there?" Nick grabbed his beer off the nightstand and took a swig, eyes on Cody.

Power Sailor lay on the floor between the two beds, pages bent and squashed. Cody flushed, feeling the heat seep into his chest.

Nick grinned rakishly and set his beer back down. Cody watched with interest as the paperback followed. Nick looked over, the grin still lingering in his eyes, but with a hint of a challenge. Cody's breath caught in his throat. He watched Nick reach up and turn off the light hanging over his bunk with a snap. Cody followed suit with his own light, then lay back in his bunk and stared up at the pine-slat ceiling, wondering. Waiting.

His wait was short-lived.

A shadow against the darkness, Nick pulled back the sheet and rose from his bunk and crossed to Cody's. He crawled on top as Cody squirmed, kicking the sheet out of the way and embracing Nick's weight, his heat.

They both wore underwear and nothing more, and Cody bit back a moan as Nick settled on top of him, pinning him skin-to-skin, moving against him. Cody arched, gasping as Nick lowered his head and licked a long stripe up Cody's neck. Nick rocked his hips against Cody's, and their hard cocks slid over each other, separated only by two layers of thin cotton. Cody reached for Nick's ass, wanting more skin, wanting everything between them gone, but Nick caught his wrist and pinned it firmly down on the bunk. His movements slowed, and he pushed his dick against Cody's with a fierce, slow-burning urgency that made Cody want to bite the nightstand.

He whined his frustration and got a sharp, quick nip for his troubles. But before he could complain, Nick rolled off him slightly, first one side then the other, just enough for Nick to cup Cody's cheeks in his hands. He gave each one a hard, slow squeeze, perfectly timed with a hard thrust. Cody gripped the edge of the bunk and set his jaw, desperate not to make another sound.

Nick's squeezed Cody's ass rhythmically, hard, fingers digging in as his cock nudged Cody's relentlessly. At the same time, he mouthed his way lightly up Cody's neck, his lips finding Cody's in the darkness, opening them and plundering his mouth with delicate ease.

Cody writhed under Nick, desperation for release mounting rapidly. He moved his hands to Nick's lower back, feeling muscles curl and release with every thrust. Cody dug his heels into the tangle of sheets at the foot of the bunk and braced himself as Nick's thrusts grew stronger, his kisses sloppier and more urgent. Cody's balls ached with tension and he squeezed Nick's sides, trying to hang on, to make the moment last. The tang of pre-cum and male musk hung heavy in the air.

Cody snaked a hand down, forcing his way between their bodies to grasp the thick head of Nick's cock, trapped in his briefs. The familiar, welcome shape of it filled Cody's hand and he rubbed his thumb across the slit, soaping Nick through the cotton, astounded as always at the way his own cock leaped and thrilled in response.

Nick groaned softly, burying his face in the crook of Cody's neck and arching, flattening Cody against the bunk. He sucked air in through his teeth and stiffened against Cody, his cock hard and hot and still in Cody's hand.

Cody closed his eyes and lay back on the pillow, rocking his hips once, twice, then once more before sailing over the edge. His eyes flew open and he gasped as Nick's hot seed began to spill, seeping through his briefs and mingling with Cody's own spurts, painting their bellies.

Cody sobbed soundlessly through the sensations that assailed him: the weight and heat of Nick, the grift of his fur against Cody's chest and thighs, the sound of his soft exhalations as they moved against one another, gentling each other through the moment.

Wide-eyed and spent in the darkness, Cody panted under Nick. This, he thought. This was enough. This was the moment he felt all his fears and the tension fall away and contentment steal over him, held in place, seemingly, by Nick's warm body covering his, letting nothing escape and letting nothing in. This.

"Mm," Nick growled drowsily.

For lack of a better response, Cody had to agree.

Releasing Nick's cock, Cody wiped his hand on the bottom sheet then held still while Nick fumbled under the bunk for a sock, mopping them both clean. Finished, Nick rose from the bunk and removed his briefs, returning once more to the shadows. Cody waited for Nick to toss them next to the closet before curling his legs to his chest and throwing his in the same general direction.

Nick returned to the bunk, settling himself back down on top of Cody. Their spent cocks took a moment to curl stickily next to one another and when they did, Cody discovered that Enough, as a concept, had multiple levels. He pondered this for a moment.

Getting comfortable, Nick set an arm either side of Cody's head, hands under the pillow. Then he lowered his head until their noses touched, then gently rubbed his nose across Cody's.

Cody grinned. "Cut it out, will ya?" he whispered. "We're a helluva long way from Alaska, pal."

"Even Eskimos can move sometimes, Cody," Nick answered. He kissed his way along Cody's jaw to his ear, then fell still, his nose tucked against the side of Cody's neck.

Cody let his eyes close, picturing an Eskimo driving a truck full of melting ice blocks south along the PCH, headed for King Harbor. He could recognize sleep stealing softly toward him and, safe in Nick's arms, Cody let it.