Deep Blue Something
Title: Deep Blue Something
Author: forcryinoutloud
Fandom: Thoughtcrimes/Boa vs Python
Pairing: Brendan/Emmett
Rating: R
Category: Angst, First Time
Summary: Brendan spent his forced vacation in Hawaii; surfing, drinking, fucking.
Author's Notes: Written for the Doctors Without Borders/David Hewlett Birthday Auction and posted early with permission from terribilita.
Brendan spent his forced vacation in Hawaii; surfing, drinking, fucking.
The first night there he got hammered and picked up a blonde at the hotel bar. He fucked her and fell asleep minutes after he came. When he woke up in the morning she was gone.
The second day he was there he surfed until his legs ached and he felt sun dried and bleached. He wobbled onto shore and collapsed, spread eagle on the sand and ignored the images that floated in his mind's eye of a case gone bad.
The third night he cleaned himself up, went out to dinner to a fancy restaurant, and walked back to his hotel room alone and sober. That night the nightmares kept him awake, a sheen of cold sweat on his body, his heart pounding, images of Freya, bloodied and motionless haunting him. That she was fine now didn't seem to keep the nightmares at bay.
The fourth night he went to a gay bar, deciding now was as good a time as any to give in to urges he'd ignored for the better part of his life. He had thought he'd pick up some random guy, get a blow job in a back alley maybe, or if he was really daring, bring the guy back to his room and fuck him. Instead, he met a ruggedly handsome herpetologist, had a few drinks with him, invited him back to his hotel room and let the guy fuck him.
It was nothing like what Brendan had pictured.
Emmett was careful and slow. He read Brendan's body's cues like he'd known them his whole life. He brought Brendan to the brink time and time again only to pull him back from the edge, tease him into a near frantic need for release. And when he finally slid inside Brendan's body, a moment Brendan had expected to be filled with pain because he hadn't ever let anyone do this before, he felt only pleasure and a disturbing sensation that Emmett belonged right where he was. They both fell asleep shortly after they came, exhausted and sated. And the next morning, when Brendan woke up, Emmett's arm was wrapped around his waist, his nose buried in the crook between Brendan's neck and shoulder.
Brendan turned in Emmett's embrace, watched the man sleeping beside him and tried to decide if he was about to have a big gay freak out or if he was about to offer the guy morning sex. When Emmett's eyes opened, the first thing Brendan was struck by was how blue they were.
"Hey," Emmett whispered, voice sleep rough.
"Hey," Brendan answered, swallowing hard. Freak out, definitely a freak out.
Emmett smiled, his arm tightening around Brendan's waist, pulling him closer. When he kissed Brendan (thankfully closed mouthed), Brendan felt himself relaxing almost against his will. By the time Emmett pulled back Brendan was thinking about offering that morning sex again.
"Hungry?" Emmett asked, releasing Brendan and stretching, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
Brendan nodded.
"Great!" Emmett grinned. "I know this great little out of the way restaurant. Shower first though." Emmett slid out of the bed, gloriously naked and padded toward the bathroom. Brendan lay there, staring after him, not sure what just happened. It all seemed too easy…too comfortable. He was pretty sure that even gay one night stands were supposed to feel awkward the morning after.
Emmett started the shower and Brendan rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. What was he thinking?
Emmett came out of the bathroom, still naked but not wet. Brendan turned his head on the pillow, watching Emmett silently as he stood in the doorway of the bathroom. "You coming?" he asked and Brendan noted that he looked unsure now, the confidence he'd shown minutes earlier dulled by apprehension that he’d read Brendan wrong.
Brendan swallowed again. This was it. This was when he was supposed to make that life altering decision of whether last night was a mistake to be forgotten or if it was the beginning of something...more. The scary thing was he was pretty sure he knew the answer without even thinking about it.
"Hey," Emmett said carefully. "I can take off if you want."
Brendan’s photographic memory filled his mind with images of the night before, images of Emmett being everything Brendan needed and wanted without him even trying. Brendan threw the covers back and climbed out of bed, padding his way over to Emmett, his heart in his throat. Without giving it a second thought he grabbed Emmett, pulled him into a deep kiss that had his own toes curling. When he pulled back he grinned, feeling lighter than he had in weeks...years maybe. "Shower," he said, "then breakfast."
Emmett grinned crookedly and pulled Brendan toward the shower, his eyes roaming over Brendan’s body, stopping at Brendan’s growing erection. "Good," he murmured. "I'm starving."
Author: forcryinoutloud
Fandom: Thoughtcrimes/Boa vs Python
Pairing: Brendan/Emmett
Rating: R
Category: Angst, First Time
Summary: Brendan spent his forced vacation in Hawaii; surfing, drinking, fucking.
Author's Notes: Written for the Doctors Without Borders/David Hewlett Birthday Auction and posted early with permission from terribilita.
Brendan spent his forced vacation in Hawaii; surfing, drinking, fucking.
The first night there he got hammered and picked up a blonde at the hotel bar. He fucked her and fell asleep minutes after he came. When he woke up in the morning she was gone.
The second day he was there he surfed until his legs ached and he felt sun dried and bleached. He wobbled onto shore and collapsed, spread eagle on the sand and ignored the images that floated in his mind's eye of a case gone bad.
The third night he cleaned himself up, went out to dinner to a fancy restaurant, and walked back to his hotel room alone and sober. That night the nightmares kept him awake, a sheen of cold sweat on his body, his heart pounding, images of Freya, bloodied and motionless haunting him. That she was fine now didn't seem to keep the nightmares at bay.
The fourth night he went to a gay bar, deciding now was as good a time as any to give in to urges he'd ignored for the better part of his life. He had thought he'd pick up some random guy, get a blow job in a back alley maybe, or if he was really daring, bring the guy back to his room and fuck him. Instead, he met a ruggedly handsome herpetologist, had a few drinks with him, invited him back to his hotel room and let the guy fuck him.
It was nothing like what Brendan had pictured.
Emmett was careful and slow. He read Brendan's body's cues like he'd known them his whole life. He brought Brendan to the brink time and time again only to pull him back from the edge, tease him into a near frantic need for release. And when he finally slid inside Brendan's body, a moment Brendan had expected to be filled with pain because he hadn't ever let anyone do this before, he felt only pleasure and a disturbing sensation that Emmett belonged right where he was. They both fell asleep shortly after they came, exhausted and sated. And the next morning, when Brendan woke up, Emmett's arm was wrapped around his waist, his nose buried in the crook between Brendan's neck and shoulder.
Brendan turned in Emmett's embrace, watched the man sleeping beside him and tried to decide if he was about to have a big gay freak out or if he was about to offer the guy morning sex. When Emmett's eyes opened, the first thing Brendan was struck by was how blue they were.
"Hey," Emmett whispered, voice sleep rough.
"Hey," Brendan answered, swallowing hard. Freak out, definitely a freak out.
Emmett smiled, his arm tightening around Brendan's waist, pulling him closer. When he kissed Brendan (thankfully closed mouthed), Brendan felt himself relaxing almost against his will. By the time Emmett pulled back Brendan was thinking about offering that morning sex again.
"Hungry?" Emmett asked, releasing Brendan and stretching, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
Brendan nodded.
"Great!" Emmett grinned. "I know this great little out of the way restaurant. Shower first though." Emmett slid out of the bed, gloriously naked and padded toward the bathroom. Brendan lay there, staring after him, not sure what just happened. It all seemed too easy…too comfortable. He was pretty sure that even gay one night stands were supposed to feel awkward the morning after.
Emmett started the shower and Brendan rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. What was he thinking?
Emmett came out of the bathroom, still naked but not wet. Brendan turned his head on the pillow, watching Emmett silently as he stood in the doorway of the bathroom. "You coming?" he asked and Brendan noted that he looked unsure now, the confidence he'd shown minutes earlier dulled by apprehension that he’d read Brendan wrong.
Brendan swallowed again. This was it. This was when he was supposed to make that life altering decision of whether last night was a mistake to be forgotten or if it was the beginning of something...more. The scary thing was he was pretty sure he knew the answer without even thinking about it.
"Hey," Emmett said carefully. "I can take off if you want."
Brendan’s photographic memory filled his mind with images of the night before, images of Emmett being everything Brendan needed and wanted without him even trying. Brendan threw the covers back and climbed out of bed, padding his way over to Emmett, his heart in his throat. Without giving it a second thought he grabbed Emmett, pulled him into a deep kiss that had his own toes curling. When he pulled back he grinned, feeling lighter than he had in weeks...years maybe. "Shower," he said, "then breakfast."
Emmett grinned crookedly and pulled Brendan toward the shower, his eyes roaming over Brendan’s body, stopping at Brendan’s growing erection. "Good," he murmured. "I'm starving."