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riptide_asylum) wrote2008-12-19 07:55 pm
riptide_asylum) wrote2008-12-19 07:55 pm
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"Fantail" (Out of the Dark, 1986)
Title: Fantail
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After things come to a head in Wipeout, a long fishing weekend is called for, to put things back together.
Cody is pinning Nick on the fantail, far from King Harbor. Nick's protesting, but Cody's insistent. The trunks are coming off. They've both finished swimming, and no one's around to see. They keep carrying on like this and they're both going to fall off into the water or Cody's getting a sunburned ass.
Nick struggles, but he's not trying very hard. He likes being underneath Cody, likes Cody's weight on top of him, the glint of sun on the water droplets in his chest hair. There's a couple random squeaks of wet skin across equally wet fiberglass, and Nick has to close his eyes, the sun is so bright, and Cody's fingers are wet and wrinkled, on him and in him. He barely has time to think that their swim trunks are going to float away before Cody finds the red hot place in him that's theirs; Nick arches with a groan. Cody's licking at his jaw, and as he shifts his weight, Nick can feel his entrance pulling at Cody's fingers. He bucks and groans as Cody strokes him, deep inside.
With a grin, Cody leans over Nick, kissing him sweet and light. Nick can't remember the last time he's seen Cody this happy.
His partner slides his fingers out and pushes back, sliding off the edge of the boat and under the water. Nick pants, wanting him back. Immediately. He sits on the edge of the fantail and waits for Cody to surface.
Cody pops out of the water right in front of him, cold wet hands on Nick's spread thighs. He angles up for a kiss, then tugs on him. Nick shakes his head no, but a second later he's in the water and Cody's hard body is pressed against him, twisting sinuously. Cody reaches one hand over Nick's shoulder; Nick turns his head to see Cody's hanging from one of the grab handles. Cody's other hand is underwater, cupping Nick's ass.
Nick smirks. No.
Yes, Cody says with a grin. Oh yes, Nick.
The sun is too hot, the water too cold and Cody's smile is infectious. Nick slides his arms around his lover, gripping his shoulder blades; he wraps his legs around Cody's waist, opening to him, and he watches Cody's face light up in ways Nick thought he might have forgotten, might never have gotten to see, if not for this one perfect afternoon.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After things come to a head in Wipeout, a long fishing weekend is called for, to put things back together.
Cody is pinning Nick on the fantail, far from King Harbor. Nick's protesting, but Cody's insistent. The trunks are coming off. They've both finished swimming, and no one's around to see. They keep carrying on like this and they're both going to fall off into the water or Cody's getting a sunburned ass.
Nick struggles, but he's not trying very hard. He likes being underneath Cody, likes Cody's weight on top of him, the glint of sun on the water droplets in his chest hair. There's a couple random squeaks of wet skin across equally wet fiberglass, and Nick has to close his eyes, the sun is so bright, and Cody's fingers are wet and wrinkled, on him and in him. He barely has time to think that their swim trunks are going to float away before Cody finds the red hot place in him that's theirs; Nick arches with a groan. Cody's licking at his jaw, and as he shifts his weight, Nick can feel his entrance pulling at Cody's fingers. He bucks and groans as Cody strokes him, deep inside.
With a grin, Cody leans over Nick, kissing him sweet and light. Nick can't remember the last time he's seen Cody this happy.
His partner slides his fingers out and pushes back, sliding off the edge of the boat and under the water. Nick pants, wanting him back. Immediately. He sits on the edge of the fantail and waits for Cody to surface.
Cody pops out of the water right in front of him, cold wet hands on Nick's spread thighs. He angles up for a kiss, then tugs on him. Nick shakes his head no, but a second later he's in the water and Cody's hard body is pressed against him, twisting sinuously. Cody reaches one hand over Nick's shoulder; Nick turns his head to see Cody's hanging from one of the grab handles. Cody's other hand is underwater, cupping Nick's ass.
Nick smirks. No.
Yes, Cody says with a grin. Oh yes, Nick.
The sun is too hot, the water too cold and Cody's smile is infectious. Nick slides his arms around his lover, gripping his shoulder blades; he wraps his legs around Cody's waist, opening to him, and he watches Cody's face light up in ways Nick thought he might have forgotten, might never have gotten to see, if not for this one perfect afternoon.