title : four days
author: nw's chick
disclaimer : they aren't mine. none of them.
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Dick watched Garth surreptitiously under his eyelids. Garth was not fooled for a second. But he sure as hell wasn't going to make things any easier for Dick!
Garth was laying out on the lawn chair, stretched out with his hands clasped lightly just over his belly. Dick was laying under the tree near the patio, with the sea just below them. They were both naked, having been on 'their' island for four days now.
Garth absolutely, positively, *loved* 'their' island. Anyplace he could be with Dick without clothes was paradise, as far as he was concerned.
Still, he wasn't going to make it any easier for Dick.
Dick was fidgeting.
"So... you want cook again?"
Garth grinned, 'their' island had the best kitchen, and cooking naked posed its own challenges, which Dick was particularly... *creative* at overcoming.
Still not going to make this easy for him.
"Not hungry."
"Um, well, what do you want to do?"
"I'm enjoying laying here."
"Want me to be your blanket?"
"Not cold."
"Oh. Want to... um, go for a run?"
"Dick. Why don't you just admit it, and then I'll make it easier for you?"
"I don't have anything to admit. What are you talking about?"
Sigh. "Just tell me how you are feeling, and I'll make it better."
Dick looked uncomfortably out to sea. "Want to play board games?"
"Just admit it, and then everything will be fine."
"How about we go for a swim? You can do that spell on me and we can go exploring..."
"Just admit it, already."
Dick got that obstinate set to his chin. Then, he got a spark in his eye. And slid as gracefully as he could, naked over grass and sand and stone, to Garth.
Putting his chin on the edge of the lawn chair, he looked up at Garth with his best set of puppy-dog eyes, and begged (with dignity), "Maybe we could.. you know... work up a sweat... *playing*..."
Garth sighed. For someone who was, basically, a purely good person, Dick did innocent horribly. "Just admit it, brat."
Dick scowled. He felt like there were ants crawling under his skin. He wasn't used to so much nature. They weren't exactly roughing it, but still... maybe there *were* ants under his skin.
"If you tell me, maybe we can do some of the things you suggested."
Dick scowled more.
The sun was at the top of the sky, filtered through the trees. The beach was a short flight of stairs below, and there was a gorgeous view of the Mediterranean Sea, the horizon just spotted with the presence of other islands.
There were *definitely* ants under his skin...
Garth stretched out, spreading his hands out and lifting his arms above his hands, splaying his fingers out as far as his could.
Dick watched, mesmerized.
Garth hid his grin.
Dick cleared his throat, and shifted.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.
"Ok, you wanted me to admit it, FINE! I'm bored! I'm really bored!" Suddenly washed in guilt, he got up and sat next to Garth, soothing imagined hurts. "Being with you has been perfect, great, fabulous, all I want and need and *will* want and need for a long, long, LONG, time, but, but, but..."
Garth looked up, amused.
"The sex has been mind-numbingly fantastic, but I feel so *useless* here! There's nothing to do, no emergencies to tend to, no thugs to stop, no tall building to jump off of and just *fly,* NOTHING! And, that's been great, but it's been four days. Four days. Four days! I haven't been able to beat any bad guys up for four days, and, seriously, I think I may be losing my mind."
Garth grinned from ear to ear, grabbed Dick a little closer, and then rolled his eyes theatrically, and said, "Beat me."
Dick's eyes went wide. "Garth? That's not even a little bit f--"
Garth sighed looked put-out, then, with a fluid grace only one born in the water could possess, wrapped his legs around Dick's waist, pulling Dick's body on top of his, cinching his ankles at the small of Dick's back. "*Beat* me, big boy."
Dick sighed, totally happy. "See, you used a different meaning of the wo--"
Then their mouths were joined, and their bodies moved, their hands found the places on each other's bodies that would elicit the strongest responses, and soon, with only a little touch of the ever-present gel they had scattered just about everywhere on the island, they were joined, and the heat and love between them making each slow stroke joyous. They tried to sustain, but the heat was incredible. Dick started chanting, almost grunting a low beat, trying to hang onto his calm long enough to *sustain.* Garth came once, and Dick held himself still long enough for his lover's shuddering orgasm to ripple through him. Still joined, he kissed and touched and tickled and pinched Garth back to readiness. Then, he began again.
He wanted badly to sustain this kind of passion for long, but the pressure was building in him so hard, it wasn't much longer before he came, bringing Garth with him for Garth's second. Well, that counted as multiple.
Breathless, they held each other until the sun was at quarter mast. Deep amethyst eyes caught brilliant sapphire eyes in a long, hot gaze, and with a whisper, Garth said, "It's ok to be bored, love. You are addicted to adrenaline, after all." Dick's soft smile made Garth smile. "It means so much to me to be here with you."
Dick stroked his lover's body reverently. "It means a lot to me, too, Garth. More than I can express. Hey, Garth?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm not bored anymore."
Chuckling, "I should hope not!"
"But I really did want to go for that swim, ya know, and explore, with the spell..."
"Hmm. I like working my magic on you..."
"Oooh, baby, do I love that crazy voodoo that you do..."
Now, confused, "Dick? I don't practice voodoo."
Smiling. "Ah, when we get back, I'm going to *have* to get you to listen to some music!"
Grimacing. "At low volume. Maybe. Swimming?"
"Swimming." Kiss. "Definitely." Deep kiss. "Love swimming." Tongues tasting and licking and grasping... "Like flying through thick air..."
Long, deep kissing.
Eventually, there was swimming.
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