"Clothes Make the Man" (Other, 1985)
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riptide_asylumTitle: Clothes Make the Man
Rating: PG
Summary: How to get Cody in the mood...for diving.
"But why me?" Cody asked. "I did it last time. How come it's not your turn?"
Nick rose, pulling a Beretta 9mm out from under the banquette seat. He racked and checked it while Cody tried to decide which was more disturbing: the tantalizing glimpse of Nick's chest in the deep vee of his plaid shirt or the fact that Cody thought he knew all the places on board the Riptide Nick stashed guns and he hadn't known about the nine-mil under the banquette cushion. Nick's chest, Cody finally decided. Because the thoughts he'd been having lately about Nick could blow their whole friendship to kingdom come and the sight of Nick's chest was making a lot of those thoughts come, all at once. The worst the Beretta could do was shoot him in the ass if he sat down too hard. That wouldn't hurt half as bad.
"You know why, Cody," Nick was saying. "You know I don't dive anymore and you know why. Now will you quit bitching and get ready? You coulda been down there and halfway back already the amount of time you've been whining."
"Nick..." Cody began, then realized it sounded suspiciously like he was whining. He stood up taller and crossed his arms over his chest. "I think we should flip for it."
"What's the big deal, Cody?" Murray asked. He'd been watching the whole exchange from the open hatch. "You dive all the time."
Cody waved an expansive hand in his direction. "Thank you, Murray, that's my point exactly. Why does it always have to be me, Nick?"
Nick stuffed the Beretta in the waistband of his jeans and came over. "Look man, you know the drill: a short little dive like this, what, twenty feet or so? You can get down there and back up no problem while Murray sweeps the bottom with sonar. I'll be right here the whole time. It's just a short little dive, doesn't make sense for both of us to spend the air on it. Just get down there, grab the evidence and come straight back up. Boom, boom and boom." Nick poked Cody in the chest. "Besides, you know you look great in a wetsuit. So get down there before it starts getting dark, okay?"
Cody watched Nick's lips as he talked. It wasn't helping any more than his chest was. Nick fiddled with his lips all the time, squeezing them, tapping them with his fingers, chewing on them. Cody was starting to think maybe those were all activities he should try.
Something Nick had said began clamoring for Cody’s attention...
"Hey, you still with us, big guy?" Nick's hand drifted down to Cody's side, light and warm. Cody watched it resting there, Nick's thumb caressing his stomach gently.
Something about him in a wetsuit?
“Earth to big guy, come in big guy.”
Cody looked up into Nick’s eyes, as if seeing him for the first time.
“You okay, Cody? You seem a little out of it. Hey, if you don’t want to dive, man, you don’t have to. We can send the Roboz. Hell, we don’t even have to do it at all.”
Besides, you know you look great in a wetsuit. That’s what Nick had said.
Cody grinned, butterflies flittering about in his stomach. All of a sudden, diving sounded like a really swell idea. "I'll do it, Nick. Anything for a friend, huh?"
He turned and ran down to the stateroom, feeling the familiar weight of Nick's eyes on his back. Daring to hope, for the first time, that Nick was watching him the same way.
Rating: PG
Summary: How to get Cody in the mood...for diving.
"But why me?" Cody asked. "I did it last time. How come it's not your turn?"
Nick rose, pulling a Beretta 9mm out from under the banquette seat. He racked and checked it while Cody tried to decide which was more disturbing: the tantalizing glimpse of Nick's chest in the deep vee of his plaid shirt or the fact that Cody thought he knew all the places on board the Riptide Nick stashed guns and he hadn't known about the nine-mil under the banquette cushion. Nick's chest, Cody finally decided. Because the thoughts he'd been having lately about Nick could blow their whole friendship to kingdom come and the sight of Nick's chest was making a lot of those thoughts come, all at once. The worst the Beretta could do was shoot him in the ass if he sat down too hard. That wouldn't hurt half as bad.
"You know why, Cody," Nick was saying. "You know I don't dive anymore and you know why. Now will you quit bitching and get ready? You coulda been down there and halfway back already the amount of time you've been whining."
"Nick..." Cody began, then realized it sounded suspiciously like he was whining. He stood up taller and crossed his arms over his chest. "I think we should flip for it."
"What's the big deal, Cody?" Murray asked. He'd been watching the whole exchange from the open hatch. "You dive all the time."
Cody waved an expansive hand in his direction. "Thank you, Murray, that's my point exactly. Why does it always have to be me, Nick?"
Nick stuffed the Beretta in the waistband of his jeans and came over. "Look man, you know the drill: a short little dive like this, what, twenty feet or so? You can get down there and back up no problem while Murray sweeps the bottom with sonar. I'll be right here the whole time. It's just a short little dive, doesn't make sense for both of us to spend the air on it. Just get down there, grab the evidence and come straight back up. Boom, boom and boom." Nick poked Cody in the chest. "Besides, you know you look great in a wetsuit. So get down there before it starts getting dark, okay?"
Cody watched Nick's lips as he talked. It wasn't helping any more than his chest was. Nick fiddled with his lips all the time, squeezing them, tapping them with his fingers, chewing on them. Cody was starting to think maybe those were all activities he should try.
Something Nick had said began clamoring for Cody’s attention...
"Hey, you still with us, big guy?" Nick's hand drifted down to Cody's side, light and warm. Cody watched it resting there, Nick's thumb caressing his stomach gently.
Something about him in a wetsuit?
“Earth to big guy, come in big guy.”
Cody looked up into Nick’s eyes, as if seeing him for the first time.
“You okay, Cody? You seem a little out of it. Hey, if you don’t want to dive, man, you don’t have to. We can send the Roboz. Hell, we don’t even have to do it at all.”
Besides, you know you look great in a wetsuit. That’s what Nick had said.
Cody grinned, butterflies flittering about in his stomach. All of a sudden, diving sounded like a really swell idea. "I'll do it, Nick. Anything for a friend, huh?"
He turned and ran down to the stateroom, feeling the familiar weight of Nick's eyes on his back. Daring to hope, for the first time, that Nick was watching him the same way.
