Fic: The Pool
For various reason this fic went down...now, it's back up - so, um, enjoy maybe?
The Pool
Pairing(s) in the story: Jemaine/Bret (Flight of the Conchords)
Author Name/Pen Name: she_burns1
Beta:lordstarfish
Disclaimer: I do not own Flight of the Conchords, or Hbo, or Bret, or Jemaine…though I will glad take donations of Bret/Jemaine!
Rating of story: NC17!!!
Warnings: SMUT!
Brief summary: Rich!Bret and Rich!Jemaine enjoy their new pool.
Notes: Again, not my best work ever - in re-reading this old piece I realize it's a bit OOC - things just seem too easy, but I guess this is the price for quick hot gay smex?!
EXTRA Notes:gutter_rhymes wrote a hot prequel to this recently, Then and Now, 'cause she roxorz my boxorz.
“I still don’t see why we got this pool put in.” Bret muttered as he and Jemaine stood outside on the backyard patio of their new home.
Murray’s contacts from his involvement with the Dogggz had finally paid off and, much to their dubious surprise, Bret and Jemaine finally found themselves to be successful. They had actually put out an album and it had actually made money.
A lot of money, in fact.
Enough money that they had packed up and moved out of their apartment to a rather nice, stately home. It wasn’t quite a mansion, but it certainly smelled of wealth.
Their neighborhood now consisted of high-paid doctors, fancy lawyers, and even some secretive government officials. It was a bit of a drive from their old neighborhood, which had been closer to the heart of New York City, and had consisted of Dave, Murray, and of course, Mel.
Strangely, neither of them had decided if the whole thing was an improvement.
Oh sure, the money was nice and both rather enjoyed the recognition they now received, but it was all so surreal and hard to swallow. Now when Bret woke up in the morning, he had to blink several times and give himself numerous pinches to assure himself he wasn’t dreaming.
Jemaine had similar issues, constantly questioning whether or not everything was real. He had asked the question, “Is this real?” so many times to Bret, Murray, and anyone else who would listen that now whenever he got that questioning look on his face and started saying ‘is’, people just jumped in and said, ‘yes.’
But as time passed, both of them grew more and more accustomed to the idea and for the most part, things hadn’t really changed that much. Except now they did have this. The pool.
“It was Dave’s idea,” Jemaine pointed out coolly, “Said it would be a good way for us to get girls to wear bikinis around us. Can you think of a better way to do that? Not to mention it fits in with the whole rock n’ roll lifestyle. We can throw great parties around it. You always see rock stars with pools at their parties.”
“Well, Dave also said he wanted to live in our basement and that didn’t happen so-”
“That was different. I didn’t want Dave living in our super cool basement anymore than I wanted Murray to when he asked. First off, it’s super cool, ‘s where we keep our super cool new videogames. Second, this place is for us. Just you and me.”
Bret didn’t know why, but the comment flattered him and he blushed a little, hoping Jemaine wouldn’t notice. He avoided his eyes as he said softly, “That’s…that’s cool.”
“Super cool.” Jemaine said resolutely, then sighed, “It’s a nice night out. Pretty warm. What’s say we give it a try.”
“Give what a try?”
“The pool.”
“You…you want to swim? Now? At night?”
“That’s…the…idea,” Jemaine dragged the sentence out, wondering if it was a bad idea. Bret certainly seemed objectionable to it. Sometimes, (and Jemaine never voiced this allowed ‘but’) sometimes Jemaine knew he said things aloud before he had fully thought them out and this often resulted in him looking rather foolish. If there was one thing Jemaine hated, it was to look foolish and he wondered as to whether or not his suggestion had made him look as such.
Bret, however, smiled a little, “Yeah. Ok. Sounds like it could be fun. You think…the neighbors won’t care, will they?”
“Bret, we can’t see into the neighbor’s backyards and they can’t see into ours. First off, we all have ridiculously high fences; second, even without the fences our neighbors aren’t even really all that close to us. This neighborhood…houses are spread pretty far apart. Privacy and all.”
Bret blinked, suddenly remembering that was indeed true. Still, feeling a little silly for not remembering, he tossed out, “Oh, well good, that takes care of that. My…only other concern was it being dark but… there are lights on in the pool, you know, under the water.”
“There are lights coming from the house too,” Jemaine pointed out to reassure him. Jemaine could understand why Bret would be afraid to swim in the complete dark, just thinking about it made Jemaine a little afraid - not that Bret had to know that.
Bret seemed to appreciate this though, and his smile grew, “I’ll just go get changed then.”
They both disappeared into the house, going to their separate rooms and frankly, Bret didn’t much like having a room of his own. In fact, their separation had really been a complete accident. The bedrooms in their new home had, actually, been big enough that both of their old beds would have fit perfectly in one room. Bret and, he secretly hoped Jemaine, would have put their beds together in the same room had they moved themselves into the house. But Murray had been insistent that they let a moving company do the work for them.
Their manager had pointed out that it was ridiculous for a successful folk band to do things that they could just pay other people to do. Bret had thought it ridiculous to waste money on things he felt he could do himself, but eventually he’d been won over because Jemaine had suggested they go to a movie while the movers did their thing and frankly, Bret hadn’t been to see a movie in the theater in ages.
The movie hadn’t been too bad either. He couldn’t remember what it had been called, but both the girl and boy in it had been fairly pretty and there had been some action, some humor, some romance and a happy ending, which was truly all you needed. Still, it had cost him his room with Jemaine.
Bret went into his lonely bedroom and searched for the swimming trunks he had just recently purchased to go along with the new pool. They were a big floppy set of red trunks with sharks printed on them. He changed into them and shivered a little, as it felt sort of weird to be so undressed when it was night and not quite summer.
He went to the bathroom and found a towel, tossing it over one shoulder. He searched for some sunscreen and when he found it wiped a bit of it over his nose. He then went outside to find Jemaine waiting for him.
Jemaine had also changed but his suit was more sleek and dark, it was certainly shorter and tighter. But he countered this by still wearing his short sleeve blue shirt. He also had a towel over his shoulder and when he turned and saw Bret he sort of froze. The look on his face was one of a deer that had not just been caught in headlights but had all ready had said headlights smack straight into him.
Bret felt a bit apprehensive at his friend’s stare and looked himself over, then shrugged, “What?”
“Nothing,” Jemaine murmured, shaking his head, “You ready to get in?”
“Yeah,” Bret said brightly and walked to the edge of the pool. He stuck a toe in, trailing it along the top and shuddered, “Oh! S’ bit a cold.”
“Once we get in, we’ll get used to it.” Jemaine assured him as he walked over and also went near the edge. He sat down, dipping his hand in momentarily so he could swish it about and watch the water move, then he put his legs in. He sighed and swung them back and forth a bit.
Bret walked to the far deep end and, making up his mind, he put his towel to one side, backed up and then ran for the edge, diving in. He cut the water cleanly and Jemaine raised an eyebrow, surprised by the action. He didn’t know Bret knew how to dive.
But then again he also hadn’t known that the sight of a shirtless Bret would leave him feeling so…funny. When he had turned around and saw his best mate there, towel over his shoulder, shorts on, things at first had seemed no different then normal. But then somehow the whole shirtless thing had hit him over the head.
He had seen Bret shirtless before right? Right, he must have. At some point. But for some reason this time it seemed wholly new and wholly…confusing. Bret’s chest should have been a non-issue. It certainly shouldn’t have made Jemaine feel anything. It didn’t even have breasts on it.
But for some reason his slenderness, his skin-all that skin--had socked him in the gut, twisting there as he became aware of the fact that Bret’s nipples were hard little peaks and there was a trail of dark hair leading from his navel down to…
It was leading to the top of his shorts and really, Jemaine shook his head and took a deep breath, it was no big deal. He should stop thinking about it, but for some reason the image was haunting him. The sound of splashing water certainly helped distract him as he watched Bret’s shoulders slicing through the water, strong yet deceivingly slim legs kicking into the air.
Bret swam to the edge where Jemaine sat and popped up, shaking his hair out of his eyes and Jemaine had to fight off a smile because the action was just, well, really, only cute seemed fitting enough to describe it. Bret swiped the hair back from his forehead and looked at Jemaine, “You getting in?”
“In a minute. I didn’t know you knew how to dive.”
“Oh yeah, learned when I was a kid.”
“Yeah?”
Bret nodded, “Part of my swim class. You were right, the water’s actually kind of nice once you get used to it. You should get in.”
Bret poked one of the legs Jemaine had underwater. Jemaine moved his legs, shrugging him off and sighed, leaning back, his arms moving behind him for support, palms flat on the ground and Bret blinked because it suddenly seemed…odd.
He didn’t know why, maybe because the angle of where they were to each other was so unusual but Bret was just looking up at him and Jemaine’s legs were crossed at the ankle and Bret, he felt this weird tingling in the back of his mind. This inclination, this impulse to part Jemaine’s legs and go between them and…
And what?
Bret let out a little breath and sunk lower into the water until it was covering his mouth and he blew bubbles, trying to figure out what the hell was happening in his head. And worse, his body, because the moment he thought of being between Jemaine’s legs strange sensations had started building…between his own legs and that shouldn’t happen. Probably it was just the sudden differences in temperature. Maybe it had nothing to do with Jemaine. He felt turned on and he felt confused and…he felt like he was thirteen all over again.
He could almost hear his middle school sexual education teacher, slide show snapping off in the background, “What’s happening to your changing body?”
He dunked himself completely under the water and sort of floated there, a bit between the top of the water and the bottom of the pool, holding his breath, and doing this helped for whatever reason. He surfaced again, gasping and swiping at his hair again. Jemaine had gotten to his feet and peered down at the water, “Um, I don’t know how to dive. I think…I think I can cannonball, but that’s about it.”
Bret grinned, “Do that then.”
“But, cannonballs…they’re more for the daytime. Big splash, lots of flying water, getting girls wet-”
“Nah, cannonballs are for whenever. They’re just fun.”
“You think?”
“Yeah, man, go for it.”
Jemaine felt a sort of jittery excitement come over him. His smile felt bizarre on his face but it stayed there and he said, “Okay. I’m going to do it then.”
He backed up and put away his glasses and towel. Then, before he could put too much thought into it, he ran to the pool pulled his legs up under him and dropped in. The resulting splash was pretty spectacular and Bret laughed as the water lapped at his cheek, his hands up in self defense.
Jemaine rose up and wiped water off his face, then dealt with his own sodden hair, “Ah! It is a bit cold!”
“Yeah, but just wait, it’s gotten warmer now that I’ve been in for a minute.”
“Hope so,” Jemaine shivered and rubbed at his arms. Bret shook his head as he looked at Jemaine’s shirt which now resolutely clung to him, “You shouldn’t be too cold, what with the shirt on and all. Why are you wearing that?”
Jemaine looked down and frowned, he didn’t really want to admit that it was because he had gotten a bit self conscious about the whole thing. He had been changing and thinking of being shirtless in front of Bret and, he must have been shirtless in front of him before but, he couldn’t remember it. And it had just seemed not right to be so naked in front of him, so the shirt had stayed on.
Jemaine just continued to rub at his arms, voice low, “Dunno.”
Bret seemed satisfied with the answer and sort of floated a bit on his back, hands paddling at the water. Jemaine looked at Bret and fidgeted in the water. Things had settled into an uncomfortable silence, at least for him, and he couldn’t seem to take his eyes of Bret.
Bret, for his part, seemed oblivious, and had now gone to completely floating on his back, looking up at the night sky. It really was a nice night out. Bugs were chirping an other worldly tune and now and then you could hear a car softly driving by but nothing as loud as they’d heard in their apartment in the city. It was quiet. And the sky, it was big and dark above them. Stretched out and fathomless with its pin dots of stars and the moon, not full, but certainly pouring out a nice amount of silver light.
Jemaine looked at Bret’s face, his eyes closed and he noticed the stray smudge over the bridge of his nose, “You wearing sunscreen?”
Bret, who was utterly relaxed, merely made a confirming noise in his throat.
“Bret, there’s no sun.”
“S’ moon screen then. Better safe than sorry.”
“Don’t think the moon can burn you,” Jemaine muttered under his breath but he really wasn’t thinking about that. He was instead thinking of his chest, which suddenly felt compressed and tight as he looked at Bret’s peaceful face.
Bret looked…good. And honestly, Bret shouldn’t. At least he shouldn’t look that good and Jemaine shivered again. He had gotten used to the water temperature, but for some reason he kept shaking and he licked his lips, “Could you…not swim so near me?”
“Why?”
“Just…makes me feel uncomfortable. Besides, this is a big pool; you don’t have to be so close, why don’t you swim near the other end?”
“No way, man. It’s dark at that end. And deep. Scary.”
Jemaine had to admit, the deep end did look scary from where they were, still, he felt sort of half out of his mind because he couldn’t stop looking at Bret’s face and then his body and then his face again and his lips and Christ, Bret’s lips looked so pink. He’d never noticed before and he wondered if they were always that color or if they could change, like, if they were hotter did they go red and oh god Jemaine realized he wanted to kiss him.
He didn’t know why, but the urge to kiss Bret was strong and Jemaine swallowed convulsively, “Maybe…you should just swim a bit over there. You know, do some laps…”
Bret sighed and then pushed himself down under the water and, with a quick swipe at Jemaine’s leg, started to do just that, swimming rather quickly, arms and legs moving ferociously through the water. This helped, Bret’s being away from him helped, and Jemaine felt more like himself again.
He treaded the water and watched his friend, surprised by how well he could swim, how…vigorous he was, and Jemaine viciously beat back the thoughts that wanted to explore other things Bret could be vigorous about.
Instead, they focused on the suit Bret wore and Jemaine couldn’t help but smile. It was classically Bret, kind of childish and geeky, and he looked kind of like he was swimming in regular shorts, the way they bagged around him, but Jemaine liked that. It suited him. He was still Bret. Half-naked Bret, but still the more innocent one of their duo, the one more concerned with how things were than how they looked. Jemaine had always been grateful that Bret didn't seem to realize what kind of impact he could have if he wanted to, how he never seemed to make any attempt to use his looks to influence people.
Because, if Jemaine was honest about the whole thing, Bret really was one of the main draws of their band. People were just attracted to him. Drawn in. He was like…a tractor beam. On an alien ship. Hmm. Maybe he should write a song about something like that. Except he would replace Bret with a lady because that was better because that was normal.
Bret’s laps were gradually growing less strenuous and he cut through the water back towards Jemaine. He went a little faster and a little closer than he had anticipated and Jemaine briefly felt warm hands on his waist before Bret back-pedaled and came to a halt. He shook his hair out of his face, which was slightly flushed, and he sputtered, “Sorry.”
“S’okay.” Jemaine said, even though he could still feel the heat from where Bret’s hands had just pressed.
Bret took in a deep breath, “You know, I think I rather like this pool.”
“Do you?”
“Mmhmm,” Bret nodded, “I was a bit against it, I guess because…well, because so much has changed lately. What with the record contract and the money and the house and just…lots of changes.”
“Everything changes,” Jemaine said simply, “Eventually.”
Bret shrugged, “I guess.”
“You don’t like change.”
Bret shrugged again, looking a little put out, “Not really.”
“Change is…good.”
“Not all the time.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t like-” Bret stopped himself, realizing what he was about to say probably sounded wrong, but Jemaine needled him, “You don’t like what?”
Bret looked a bit sheepish, “I liked it better when we…shared a room.”
Jemaine raised an eyebrow and, embarrassed, Bret pressed on, “I got used to you, you know. Being there. Next to me. I even got used to the snoring-”
“I don’t snore!”
“Sometimes you snore.”
“Nope, don’t snore.”
“Like someone cutting wood.”
“Look, I don’t snore, but even if I did, I mean, Bret we only shared a room because we had no choice-”
Bret looked hurt, “So…you didn’t like it then?”
Jemaine sighed and considered lying but decided against it, “I might…miss it. A bit.”
“Really?” Bret brightened and really, he shouldn’t be allowed to do that, because Jemaine felt his heart thump almost painfully at the sight of it. Dammit. Well, he had thought people were attracted to Bret. Why should he be resistant to it? Oh, that’s right. Gay. Still.
“Yeah. It was…nice. Having you there. I guess.”
Bret’s grin was so sunshine warm that Jemaine felt it from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. He rolled his eyes, “So, that the only change you don’t like then?”
“The only current one I can think of,” Bret mumbled, treading water and he was looking at Jemaine, at all of him, and especially at that damned shirt he still wore that somehow seemed to cling even tighter, outlining every nuance and curve in muscle. Jemaine’s shirt was almost transparent and Bret’s thoughts flew ahead to when they would get out of this water and Jemaine would have to peel that shirt off and…
Bret shuddered and began to swim about in little circles to distract himself because he realized now he was fully, achingly, hard and staring until he didn't think Jemaine could help but notice. Bret didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him tonight but it seemed to be getting worse, he kept going through these waves of arousal and he wondered fleetingly if it was the pool. Maybe it was cursed.
He splashed a bit at Jemaine, who scowled, “Stop it, Bret! You just hit me in the face.”
Bret felt a cocky grin play about his mouth, “Oh? What? Like this?”
He pulled his hand back and did a bigger splash, making sure to hit Jemaine directly in the face. Jemaine gagged as some of the water went into his mouth, and then his eyes narrowed, a smile forming, “No. More like this!”
He hit Bret back with his own splash and then it became all out war as the two of them began smacking the water and splashing each other back and forth, laughing at the silliness of it. Jemaine reached out a hand and placed it on Bret’s curly head, pushing down until he went under.
Bret grinned, thinking two could play this game, and once under, took hold of Jemaine’s leg and dragged him down. They continued to rough house, splashing at one another and tugging each other under water and then, something changed, and somehow Jemaine found himself edged back toward the end of the pool. Bret pressed up against him, their laughter dying off as they both realized their bodies were touching.
Bret eased back but only a bit, wiping water away from his face and Jemaine was doing the same but they were still so close and Jemaine could feel the heat coming off Bret through the water.
Jemaine’s breathing was labored, and he knew it wasn’t just from their playing around. He looked at Bret’s face, watched as water trailed down from his temple to his cheekbone and then over his mouth or, maybe it hadn’t passed there, but he was looking at his mouth, out right staring at it, and Jemaine licked his lips, “We…we should probably get out.”
“Yeah,” Bret breathed, his blood rushing loudly in his ears, heart thrumming in his veins.
“We’ll…turn into…prunes…we stay in too long.”
“Yeah.” Bret repeated and he realized he was floating even closer; it was like the water was moving him in that direction. Pushing ever so gently, easing him that way.
Jemaine’s eyes kept flickering now, moving all over Bret’s face as he found himself being drawn irretrievably nearer to his friend, “This is…weird.”
Bret couldn’t even attempt to answer this time, as he was only focused on one thing and it was impossible to draw away from, as his mouth gently touched Jemaine’s. Their lips met, pure and right on that edge of innocence where if they drew back quickly enough they could say it was some crazy happenstance but neither of them did, both silently gauging the other.
Then their lips became a little more active, clinging together a bit, a gentle push and pull and then Bret’s mouth opened just that much so that his tongue eased out and brushed at the corner of Jemaine’s mouth and Jemaine’s jaw dropped, mouth open, so his own tongue could come out and meet Bret’s, touching almost experimentally. Gradually, Jemaine’s head titled slightly and his hands moved to Bret’s wet hair, fingers curling there, as his tongue slid more fully into Bret’s mouth.
Bret didn’t even try to disguise the moan that tumbled out of him as their kisses grew more heated. Bret’s body made the final connection, hands on Jemaine’s hips as he glided forward, coming between Jemaine’s legs and this time the kiss was broken as they both let out a groan, their erections meeting in the water, rubbing against one another.
Bret’s lips hovered near Jemaine’s shoulder and he planted gentle kisses there and along Jemaine’s neck and Jemaine’s head fell back, resting against the concrete rim of the pool, “Bret…we should stop.”
“Why?” Bret’s voice was no more than a breath and his tongue was outlining Jemaine’s ear.
“Fuck,” Jemaine swore and the sound of it made Bret’s heart pound. He felt hot and light-headed and he was amazed the water in the pool hadn’t started boiling.
Jemaine tried again, “Bret…we do this…things will…oh god…they’ll change. Thought - you said you don’t like change.”
Bret groaned, this one the sound of sufferance, “This is the only change I want.”
“It is?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Jemaine, please, can we…can we have the serious discussion later, after…” Bret thrust his hips against Jemaine, who went nearly boneless and nodded blindly. Bret thrust against him again, just because he could and because it felt amazing and because he liked the sounds Jemaine was making and he wanted to hear more sounds like that.
“Do you…want to…here or…” Jemaine started and realized suddenly he shouldn’t have, because Bret now had the most evil look on his face and he suddenly came to the realization that Bret really wasn’t that innocent.
“I want you to…here,” Bret whispered, his attentions back on Jemaine’s ear and he was licking at the shell, biting at the lobe and Jemaine mewled at the feeling because that was all he could do and he clung helplessly to Bret who was continuing to push him up against the solid wall of the pool.
Jemaine was looking at Bret with glazed, heavy-lidded eyes, panting and wrapping his arms around Bret’s neck, and Bret found he rather liked the look, as he kissed him, slowly, soft and warm. Jemaine tasted like chlorinated water and something that Bret couldn’t quite identify but he was sure was just Jemaine.
Bret began the arduous task of peeling the sopping wet shirt from Jemaine, who also helped with the task and once it was off they tossed it away, letting the water float it off or sink it or god knew what. Bret’s eyes finally feasted on the bare expanse of Jemaine’s chest and his mouth went to where Jemaine’s neck met his shoulder, biting there and Jemaine cried out, fingers back in Bret’s hair.
Bret’s hands roamed covetously all over Jemaine’s chest, raking through chest hair, rubbing calloused thumbs at his nipples and Jemaine’s breath came faster; Bret decided he liked that. He liked having that effect on Jemaine, liked the idea that Jemaine was even half as off-balance as Bret himself felt.
Part of Bret wanted to remove Jemaine’s suit now too, but he was slow about it because he was pretty sure that Jemaine naked might kill him. He decided that maybe he wanted to die like that. Still, not ready yet, he reached out and pressed the flat of his palm to the bulge in Jemaine's swim suit, cupping his fingers over it. Jemaine growled and covered Bret’s hand with one of his own and pressed it tighter and Bret could feel the rigid shape of his cock, the heat of him through the wet cloth.
"Bret, you're driving me crazy." Jemaine's voice was husky, even deeper than usual, and Bret felt reassured and excited by it.
After all, this was Bret’s first time with a man and he didn’t really know what he was doing. He was only going off instinct and what he knew he liked and it was a bit strange. Like touching yourself but backwards. And he wanted it to be good for Jemaine.
Jemaine was gasping, his eyes dark and wild, "More, please. Touch me…"
Bret rubbed his cheek and mouth over Jemaine's ear, "Show me how."
"Fuck. Bret." Jemaine arched against him, and Bret shuddered at the dark note in Jemaine's voice. Jemaine squeezed his hand and then drew himself away a bit, enough to work the damned swim suit off. Bret didn’t look, couldn’t look, at naked Jemaine because that would still be too much. Jemaine tossed the suit behind him, up on the ledge and then he found Bret’s hand again and guided it down to him.
Bret touched Jemaine’s naked cock and they both whimpered. Jemaine took in a ragged breath and slowly began to move Bret’s hand against him, up and down, trying to show him. “Like…like that. And…hard."
Bret closed the circle of his hand, moving it, loving it when Jemaine started thrusting, and loving giving him something to thrust against. He tried to remember the rhythm he'd felt Jemaine use.
Bret picked up the speed of his movements, mesmerized by Jemaine, his arms looped around his neck again, by the way he held on as if he were going to come apart. And then, because he couldn’t hold back anymore, he looked down and he could see through the crystal clear water of the pool, see himself gripping Jemaine, hand moving up and down the length of him and Bret groaned, his own cock throbbing as his voice broke, "Jemaine…you're incredible."
Jemaine’s eyes squeezed shut tight and he ground out, “More. Harder…god…Bret…oh Bret…please…”
Jemaine's breathless sounds were right in Bret ear, and when Jemaine said Bret's name again as he came, Bret had never heard anything like it. Bret continued stroking him through it, until Jemaine shuddered, his body relaxing.
Bret’s took in a steadying breath, his own erection still unsatisfied but he ignored it, enjoying how Jemaine seemed to be having the most difficult time standing or even floating, “So…good?”
“Bret…still…I see stars…”
“So do I?” Bret said, angling his head, “They’re up in the sky.”
“My eyes are closed,” Jemaine pointed out, a lazy smile about his face as he finally lifted his head and opened his eyes. Jemaine heard the words floating about in his head, and as he said them aloud he felt an enormous weight lift off his shoulders that he hadn’t even known was there, “Bret…I think I love you.”
Bret swallowed, heart in his throat, “Oh?”
“Mmm.”
“That’s…that’s not just the…you know…the climax talking?”
A shaky smile worked about Jemaine’s mouth, “No. But, um, think we should…save it. You know, for…the serious discussion later. After.”
“After?”
Jemaine’s hand went to Bret’s still raging erection and squeezed it. Bret couldn’t breathe.
“Yes! Right…after.”
“We should get out now.” Jemaine said with dark amusement and he grabbed at his suit, quickly yanking it on.
“Mmhmm.” Bret managed and went to the edge of the pool, gently pulling himself up and out.
Jemaine did the same and cleared his throat, trying to look unconcerned as he tossed out quietly, “You know if…if you have…any feelings for me you can…feel free to-to say them. No pressure or anything. I mean, you can…save it. If you want. For the serious-”
“Jemaine, I love you.”
Jemaine looked at Bret with bright, shining eyes, “Really?”
Bret came over and gave him one simple, gentle kiss, “Yes.”
Jemaine got a questioning look, “Is-”
“Yes, Jemaine, it’s real. This is real.” Bret assured him.
“Oh. Good. Inside then,” Jemaine found his glasses and put them on before rushing in and, once in the safety of indoors, removed his suit as quickly as he had put it back on. Bret came after him, slightly nervous now.
Jemaine sighed, “Your room or mine.”
“Um. Mine, I think.”
“’Kay,” Jemaine said happily and took Bret’s hand, dragging him in the direction of his room. They weren’t even in the doorway before Jemaine began kissing Bret again. At first, the kisses were short, biting, and Bret felt them like sharp stings on his mouth, but the moment his back met the mattress and Jemaine was over him, the kisses changed and Bret hadn't even known kisses could be so deep, that he could be so hungry for things he couldn't even name.
And then Jemaine was whispering into his ear, things he couldn't quite hear but they seemed to go straight to his cock, trapped between them, and Bret vaguely realized that apparently, at some point, Jemaine had taken his swim trunks off and they were both naked and he didn’t know how he could miss out on that, but then he was pressing against Jemaine, sliding against the bare skin of Jemaine's belly and thinking was exceedingly difficult.
Jemaine was licking at his chest now, moving down and still muttering those words he couldn’t seem to hear over the rush in his blood, but he was positive they were filthy and wonderful and Bret felt right on the edge. Jemaine nipped at his hip bone and then he took Bret’s cock into his hand eased it into his mouth and the strangled noise that came out of Bret's mouth in no way resembled language.
Bret’s world narrowed, everything fading but the two of them - that mouth, his hands on Jemaine's skin, the rhythm building inside him. He watched his cock slide back and forth between those incredible lips, listened to the hungry sounds Jemaine made, his own gasps.
Bret’s hands hovered over Jemaine’s head, almost afraid to touch, worried that if he did, he would drive Jemaine down more as it was fantastic, but was still far too slow and not enough, not enough, but oh… so good.
Spidery sensations were weaving throughout his body and he suddenly felt Jemaine’s hands move up his hips, finding his hands and then, oh, putting them on his head, encouraging him to take hold and Bret sincerely wished it didn’t hurt, as his fingers knotted in Jemaine’s soft, dark locks and he started guiding his head.
He could hear himself making these half-stunted sounds of pleasure and intermingled with them was Jemaine’s name and curses and this uncanny feeling overcame him, as he started to think that maybe Jemaine had done this before because he was so talented at it and he wondered blindly who with. But then all these thoughts were obliterated as Bret’s world narrowed further and suddenly it was too much and too fast and there was only sensation, only friction and heat and wetness and he had to move faster harder more more slick hot wet deep oh god oh god oh god...
Bret felt himself unravel, coming apart in Jemaine’s mouth and his whole body was shaking and he felt so light, like he was flying, or back in the pool floating away. Jemaine gently kissed his way up Bret’s body after it was done, kissing his lips again, the kisses soft and gentle, his hands stroking his hips, his arms, tenderly, comfortingly, bringing him down.
Bret felt himself come back down slowly and he kissed Jemaine back, tasting himself and Jemaine, the perfect mix, and he sighed weakly, “That was…I think you broke me.”
Jemaine smiled proudly and lay to one side of him. Bret shifted until Jemaine was beneath him, and then rested his damp head on Jemaine’s chest.
Jemaine put one arm under his head and with his free hand stroked Bret’s hair. Bret sighed again, content and happier than he could remember feeling in a very long time.
“You know…I really like the pool.”
“Me too.”
“Um…feel kinda bad though…what we did in it. I mean…how can we ever have other people swim in there when we-”
“Bret, I’m sure people have done worse things in pools. Sides, it’s not like we’re not going to clean it.”
Bret grunted a sound of agreement and hugged Jemaine, “So…we going to get a room back together then?”
“Hmm. Dunno. After all, the idea of sneaking down the hall at night and climbing into your bed unsuspectingly has a certain…charm to it.”
“Huh. Hadn’t thought of that.” Bret felt his face heat and he shifted his head some, until his ear hovered over where Jemaine’s heart was. He could hear the beat of it, strong and good and it made him smile, “Still, you could sneak unsuspectingly into my bed if we were in the same room.”
“True.”
“We could even get one big bed…you know? New bed frame, four poster…could have all kinds of uses.”
Jemaine raised an eyebrow, “Are you suggesting…?”
“Diving’s not all I know how to do. You should see me tie a knot. I’m flippin’ awesome at knots.”
Jemaine couldn’t help but chuckle and Bret could hear his heart speed up a bit as he said, “I wasn’t aware you were…into that sort of thing.”
Bret shrugged, “Yeah. I’m into…a lot of things you don’t know about.”
“Obviously.”
“But I’ve never…I mean, this was…my first time. You know…with a man.” Bret said softly.
“Mmm. Good.”
“And…and you?”
Jemaine sighed and his heart beat was all off and Bret licked his lips, “Um, you know what…it’s…not important.”
“It was in university.”
“What?”
“In university. Bit before I met you, actually. It was…nothing really.”
“You never mentioned it before.”
“Wasn’t really relevant before.”
“Oh,” Bret was riddled with curiosity but didn’t want to push it, however he heard himself ask, “Was…was…that…one of your Ones?”
Jemaine made a non-committal sound and Bret left it at that. In fact he just smiled sadly and whispered, “It’s really not important, Jemaine. Really. We can…talk about it tomorrow, you know? When we have the serious talk-”
Jemaine relief was painfully obvious, “Yeah. Okay. Good.”
Bret hugged him again and shivered, “Getting a bit cold now.”
“Technically we should shower, chlorine in our hair and all-”
“Yeah, no, let’s just do that tomorrow too. Getting a little sleepy.”
“Okay,” Jemaine got up and he and Bret slid under the covers but they resumed the same position as before, covers over top of them now.
Bret was smiling again, “Jemaine?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I thought you said you only thought you loved me.”
“Well, I’ve thought about it, and I am. In love with you.”
“That was quick.”
“I move quickly. Actually…that’s usually considered a flaw of mine.”
“Really? I thought your flaw was being devastatingly handsome.”
“Hmm, good compliment.”
“I try.”
Jemaine chuckled again and hugged Bret tight, “I love you, Bret. Go to sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.”
“You in my bed when I wake up…another change I like,” Bret said with a yawn and he closed his eyes, “I love you too, Jemaine. Night.”
As Bret drifted towards sleep his mind wandered and, for whatever reason, went back to the movie they’d seen and how there had been some action, some humor, some romance and a happy ending, and really, that was truly all you needed. A happy ending.
The Pool
Pairing(s) in the story: Jemaine/Bret (Flight of the Conchords)
Author Name/Pen Name: she_burns1
Beta:lordstarfish
Disclaimer: I do not own Flight of the Conchords, or Hbo, or Bret, or Jemaine…though I will glad take donations of Bret/Jemaine!
Rating of story: NC17!!!
Warnings: SMUT!
Brief summary: Rich!Bret and Rich!Jemaine enjoy their new pool.
Notes: Again, not my best work ever - in re-reading this old piece I realize it's a bit OOC - things just seem too easy, but I guess this is the price for quick hot gay smex?!
EXTRA Notes:gutter_rhymes wrote a hot prequel to this recently, Then and Now, 'cause she roxorz my boxorz.
“I still don’t see why we got this pool put in.” Bret muttered as he and Jemaine stood outside on the backyard patio of their new home.
Murray’s contacts from his involvement with the Dogggz had finally paid off and, much to their dubious surprise, Bret and Jemaine finally found themselves to be successful. They had actually put out an album and it had actually made money.
A lot of money, in fact.
Enough money that they had packed up and moved out of their apartment to a rather nice, stately home. It wasn’t quite a mansion, but it certainly smelled of wealth.
Their neighborhood now consisted of high-paid doctors, fancy lawyers, and even some secretive government officials. It was a bit of a drive from their old neighborhood, which had been closer to the heart of New York City, and had consisted of Dave, Murray, and of course, Mel.
Strangely, neither of them had decided if the whole thing was an improvement.
Oh sure, the money was nice and both rather enjoyed the recognition they now received, but it was all so surreal and hard to swallow. Now when Bret woke up in the morning, he had to blink several times and give himself numerous pinches to assure himself he wasn’t dreaming.
Jemaine had similar issues, constantly questioning whether or not everything was real. He had asked the question, “Is this real?” so many times to Bret, Murray, and anyone else who would listen that now whenever he got that questioning look on his face and started saying ‘is’, people just jumped in and said, ‘yes.’
But as time passed, both of them grew more and more accustomed to the idea and for the most part, things hadn’t really changed that much. Except now they did have this. The pool.
“It was Dave’s idea,” Jemaine pointed out coolly, “Said it would be a good way for us to get girls to wear bikinis around us. Can you think of a better way to do that? Not to mention it fits in with the whole rock n’ roll lifestyle. We can throw great parties around it. You always see rock stars with pools at their parties.”
“Well, Dave also said he wanted to live in our basement and that didn’t happen so-”
“That was different. I didn’t want Dave living in our super cool basement anymore than I wanted Murray to when he asked. First off, it’s super cool, ‘s where we keep our super cool new videogames. Second, this place is for us. Just you and me.”
Bret didn’t know why, but the comment flattered him and he blushed a little, hoping Jemaine wouldn’t notice. He avoided his eyes as he said softly, “That’s…that’s cool.”
“Super cool.” Jemaine said resolutely, then sighed, “It’s a nice night out. Pretty warm. What’s say we give it a try.”
“Give what a try?”
“The pool.”
“You…you want to swim? Now? At night?”
“That’s…the…idea,” Jemaine dragged the sentence out, wondering if it was a bad idea. Bret certainly seemed objectionable to it. Sometimes, (and Jemaine never voiced this allowed ‘but’) sometimes Jemaine knew he said things aloud before he had fully thought them out and this often resulted in him looking rather foolish. If there was one thing Jemaine hated, it was to look foolish and he wondered as to whether or not his suggestion had made him look as such.
Bret, however, smiled a little, “Yeah. Ok. Sounds like it could be fun. You think…the neighbors won’t care, will they?”
“Bret, we can’t see into the neighbor’s backyards and they can’t see into ours. First off, we all have ridiculously high fences; second, even without the fences our neighbors aren’t even really all that close to us. This neighborhood…houses are spread pretty far apart. Privacy and all.”
Bret blinked, suddenly remembering that was indeed true. Still, feeling a little silly for not remembering, he tossed out, “Oh, well good, that takes care of that. My…only other concern was it being dark but… there are lights on in the pool, you know, under the water.”
“There are lights coming from the house too,” Jemaine pointed out to reassure him. Jemaine could understand why Bret would be afraid to swim in the complete dark, just thinking about it made Jemaine a little afraid - not that Bret had to know that.
Bret seemed to appreciate this though, and his smile grew, “I’ll just go get changed then.”
They both disappeared into the house, going to their separate rooms and frankly, Bret didn’t much like having a room of his own. In fact, their separation had really been a complete accident. The bedrooms in their new home had, actually, been big enough that both of their old beds would have fit perfectly in one room. Bret and, he secretly hoped Jemaine, would have put their beds together in the same room had they moved themselves into the house. But Murray had been insistent that they let a moving company do the work for them.
Their manager had pointed out that it was ridiculous for a successful folk band to do things that they could just pay other people to do. Bret had thought it ridiculous to waste money on things he felt he could do himself, but eventually he’d been won over because Jemaine had suggested they go to a movie while the movers did their thing and frankly, Bret hadn’t been to see a movie in the theater in ages.
The movie hadn’t been too bad either. He couldn’t remember what it had been called, but both the girl and boy in it had been fairly pretty and there had been some action, some humor, some romance and a happy ending, which was truly all you needed. Still, it had cost him his room with Jemaine.
Bret went into his lonely bedroom and searched for the swimming trunks he had just recently purchased to go along with the new pool. They were a big floppy set of red trunks with sharks printed on them. He changed into them and shivered a little, as it felt sort of weird to be so undressed when it was night and not quite summer.
He went to the bathroom and found a towel, tossing it over one shoulder. He searched for some sunscreen and when he found it wiped a bit of it over his nose. He then went outside to find Jemaine waiting for him.
Jemaine had also changed but his suit was more sleek and dark, it was certainly shorter and tighter. But he countered this by still wearing his short sleeve blue shirt. He also had a towel over his shoulder and when he turned and saw Bret he sort of froze. The look on his face was one of a deer that had not just been caught in headlights but had all ready had said headlights smack straight into him.
Bret felt a bit apprehensive at his friend’s stare and looked himself over, then shrugged, “What?”
“Nothing,” Jemaine murmured, shaking his head, “You ready to get in?”
“Yeah,” Bret said brightly and walked to the edge of the pool. He stuck a toe in, trailing it along the top and shuddered, “Oh! S’ bit a cold.”
“Once we get in, we’ll get used to it.” Jemaine assured him as he walked over and also went near the edge. He sat down, dipping his hand in momentarily so he could swish it about and watch the water move, then he put his legs in. He sighed and swung them back and forth a bit.
Bret walked to the far deep end and, making up his mind, he put his towel to one side, backed up and then ran for the edge, diving in. He cut the water cleanly and Jemaine raised an eyebrow, surprised by the action. He didn’t know Bret knew how to dive.
But then again he also hadn’t known that the sight of a shirtless Bret would leave him feeling so…funny. When he had turned around and saw his best mate there, towel over his shoulder, shorts on, things at first had seemed no different then normal. But then somehow the whole shirtless thing had hit him over the head.
He had seen Bret shirtless before right? Right, he must have. At some point. But for some reason this time it seemed wholly new and wholly…confusing. Bret’s chest should have been a non-issue. It certainly shouldn’t have made Jemaine feel anything. It didn’t even have breasts on it.
But for some reason his slenderness, his skin-all that skin--had socked him in the gut, twisting there as he became aware of the fact that Bret’s nipples were hard little peaks and there was a trail of dark hair leading from his navel down to…
It was leading to the top of his shorts and really, Jemaine shook his head and took a deep breath, it was no big deal. He should stop thinking about it, but for some reason the image was haunting him. The sound of splashing water certainly helped distract him as he watched Bret’s shoulders slicing through the water, strong yet deceivingly slim legs kicking into the air.
Bret swam to the edge where Jemaine sat and popped up, shaking his hair out of his eyes and Jemaine had to fight off a smile because the action was just, well, really, only cute seemed fitting enough to describe it. Bret swiped the hair back from his forehead and looked at Jemaine, “You getting in?”
“In a minute. I didn’t know you knew how to dive.”
“Oh yeah, learned when I was a kid.”
“Yeah?”
Bret nodded, “Part of my swim class. You were right, the water’s actually kind of nice once you get used to it. You should get in.”
Bret poked one of the legs Jemaine had underwater. Jemaine moved his legs, shrugging him off and sighed, leaning back, his arms moving behind him for support, palms flat on the ground and Bret blinked because it suddenly seemed…odd.
He didn’t know why, maybe because the angle of where they were to each other was so unusual but Bret was just looking up at him and Jemaine’s legs were crossed at the ankle and Bret, he felt this weird tingling in the back of his mind. This inclination, this impulse to part Jemaine’s legs and go between them and…
And what?
Bret let out a little breath and sunk lower into the water until it was covering his mouth and he blew bubbles, trying to figure out what the hell was happening in his head. And worse, his body, because the moment he thought of being between Jemaine’s legs strange sensations had started building…between his own legs and that shouldn’t happen. Probably it was just the sudden differences in temperature. Maybe it had nothing to do with Jemaine. He felt turned on and he felt confused and…he felt like he was thirteen all over again.
He could almost hear his middle school sexual education teacher, slide show snapping off in the background, “What’s happening to your changing body?”
He dunked himself completely under the water and sort of floated there, a bit between the top of the water and the bottom of the pool, holding his breath, and doing this helped for whatever reason. He surfaced again, gasping and swiping at his hair again. Jemaine had gotten to his feet and peered down at the water, “Um, I don’t know how to dive. I think…I think I can cannonball, but that’s about it.”
Bret grinned, “Do that then.”
“But, cannonballs…they’re more for the daytime. Big splash, lots of flying water, getting girls wet-”
“Nah, cannonballs are for whenever. They’re just fun.”
“You think?”
“Yeah, man, go for it.”
Jemaine felt a sort of jittery excitement come over him. His smile felt bizarre on his face but it stayed there and he said, “Okay. I’m going to do it then.”
He backed up and put away his glasses and towel. Then, before he could put too much thought into it, he ran to the pool pulled his legs up under him and dropped in. The resulting splash was pretty spectacular and Bret laughed as the water lapped at his cheek, his hands up in self defense.
Jemaine rose up and wiped water off his face, then dealt with his own sodden hair, “Ah! It is a bit cold!”
“Yeah, but just wait, it’s gotten warmer now that I’ve been in for a minute.”
“Hope so,” Jemaine shivered and rubbed at his arms. Bret shook his head as he looked at Jemaine’s shirt which now resolutely clung to him, “You shouldn’t be too cold, what with the shirt on and all. Why are you wearing that?”
Jemaine looked down and frowned, he didn’t really want to admit that it was because he had gotten a bit self conscious about the whole thing. He had been changing and thinking of being shirtless in front of Bret and, he must have been shirtless in front of him before but, he couldn’t remember it. And it had just seemed not right to be so naked in front of him, so the shirt had stayed on.
Jemaine just continued to rub at his arms, voice low, “Dunno.”
Bret seemed satisfied with the answer and sort of floated a bit on his back, hands paddling at the water. Jemaine looked at Bret and fidgeted in the water. Things had settled into an uncomfortable silence, at least for him, and he couldn’t seem to take his eyes of Bret.
Bret, for his part, seemed oblivious, and had now gone to completely floating on his back, looking up at the night sky. It really was a nice night out. Bugs were chirping an other worldly tune and now and then you could hear a car softly driving by but nothing as loud as they’d heard in their apartment in the city. It was quiet. And the sky, it was big and dark above them. Stretched out and fathomless with its pin dots of stars and the moon, not full, but certainly pouring out a nice amount of silver light.
Jemaine looked at Bret’s face, his eyes closed and he noticed the stray smudge over the bridge of his nose, “You wearing sunscreen?”
Bret, who was utterly relaxed, merely made a confirming noise in his throat.
“Bret, there’s no sun.”
“S’ moon screen then. Better safe than sorry.”
“Don’t think the moon can burn you,” Jemaine muttered under his breath but he really wasn’t thinking about that. He was instead thinking of his chest, which suddenly felt compressed and tight as he looked at Bret’s peaceful face.
Bret looked…good. And honestly, Bret shouldn’t. At least he shouldn’t look that good and Jemaine shivered again. He had gotten used to the water temperature, but for some reason he kept shaking and he licked his lips, “Could you…not swim so near me?”
“Why?”
“Just…makes me feel uncomfortable. Besides, this is a big pool; you don’t have to be so close, why don’t you swim near the other end?”
“No way, man. It’s dark at that end. And deep. Scary.”
Jemaine had to admit, the deep end did look scary from where they were, still, he felt sort of half out of his mind because he couldn’t stop looking at Bret’s face and then his body and then his face again and his lips and Christ, Bret’s lips looked so pink. He’d never noticed before and he wondered if they were always that color or if they could change, like, if they were hotter did they go red and oh god Jemaine realized he wanted to kiss him.
He didn’t know why, but the urge to kiss Bret was strong and Jemaine swallowed convulsively, “Maybe…you should just swim a bit over there. You know, do some laps…”
Bret sighed and then pushed himself down under the water and, with a quick swipe at Jemaine’s leg, started to do just that, swimming rather quickly, arms and legs moving ferociously through the water. This helped, Bret’s being away from him helped, and Jemaine felt more like himself again.
He treaded the water and watched his friend, surprised by how well he could swim, how…vigorous he was, and Jemaine viciously beat back the thoughts that wanted to explore other things Bret could be vigorous about.
Instead, they focused on the suit Bret wore and Jemaine couldn’t help but smile. It was classically Bret, kind of childish and geeky, and he looked kind of like he was swimming in regular shorts, the way they bagged around him, but Jemaine liked that. It suited him. He was still Bret. Half-naked Bret, but still the more innocent one of their duo, the one more concerned with how things were than how they looked. Jemaine had always been grateful that Bret didn't seem to realize what kind of impact he could have if he wanted to, how he never seemed to make any attempt to use his looks to influence people.
Because, if Jemaine was honest about the whole thing, Bret really was one of the main draws of their band. People were just attracted to him. Drawn in. He was like…a tractor beam. On an alien ship. Hmm. Maybe he should write a song about something like that. Except he would replace Bret with a lady because that was better because that was normal.
Bret’s laps were gradually growing less strenuous and he cut through the water back towards Jemaine. He went a little faster and a little closer than he had anticipated and Jemaine briefly felt warm hands on his waist before Bret back-pedaled and came to a halt. He shook his hair out of his face, which was slightly flushed, and he sputtered, “Sorry.”
“S’okay.” Jemaine said, even though he could still feel the heat from where Bret’s hands had just pressed.
Bret took in a deep breath, “You know, I think I rather like this pool.”
“Do you?”
“Mmhmm,” Bret nodded, “I was a bit against it, I guess because…well, because so much has changed lately. What with the record contract and the money and the house and just…lots of changes.”
“Everything changes,” Jemaine said simply, “Eventually.”
Bret shrugged, “I guess.”
“You don’t like change.”
Bret shrugged again, looking a little put out, “Not really.”
“Change is…good.”
“Not all the time.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t like-” Bret stopped himself, realizing what he was about to say probably sounded wrong, but Jemaine needled him, “You don’t like what?”
Bret looked a bit sheepish, “I liked it better when we…shared a room.”
Jemaine raised an eyebrow and, embarrassed, Bret pressed on, “I got used to you, you know. Being there. Next to me. I even got used to the snoring-”
“I don’t snore!”
“Sometimes you snore.”
“Nope, don’t snore.”
“Like someone cutting wood.”
“Look, I don’t snore, but even if I did, I mean, Bret we only shared a room because we had no choice-”
Bret looked hurt, “So…you didn’t like it then?”
Jemaine sighed and considered lying but decided against it, “I might…miss it. A bit.”
“Really?” Bret brightened and really, he shouldn’t be allowed to do that, because Jemaine felt his heart thump almost painfully at the sight of it. Dammit. Well, he had thought people were attracted to Bret. Why should he be resistant to it? Oh, that’s right. Gay. Still.
“Yeah. It was…nice. Having you there. I guess.”
Bret’s grin was so sunshine warm that Jemaine felt it from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. He rolled his eyes, “So, that the only change you don’t like then?”
“The only current one I can think of,” Bret mumbled, treading water and he was looking at Jemaine, at all of him, and especially at that damned shirt he still wore that somehow seemed to cling even tighter, outlining every nuance and curve in muscle. Jemaine’s shirt was almost transparent and Bret’s thoughts flew ahead to when they would get out of this water and Jemaine would have to peel that shirt off and…
Bret shuddered and began to swim about in little circles to distract himself because he realized now he was fully, achingly, hard and staring until he didn't think Jemaine could help but notice. Bret didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him tonight but it seemed to be getting worse, he kept going through these waves of arousal and he wondered fleetingly if it was the pool. Maybe it was cursed.
He splashed a bit at Jemaine, who scowled, “Stop it, Bret! You just hit me in the face.”
Bret felt a cocky grin play about his mouth, “Oh? What? Like this?”
He pulled his hand back and did a bigger splash, making sure to hit Jemaine directly in the face. Jemaine gagged as some of the water went into his mouth, and then his eyes narrowed, a smile forming, “No. More like this!”
He hit Bret back with his own splash and then it became all out war as the two of them began smacking the water and splashing each other back and forth, laughing at the silliness of it. Jemaine reached out a hand and placed it on Bret’s curly head, pushing down until he went under.
Bret grinned, thinking two could play this game, and once under, took hold of Jemaine’s leg and dragged him down. They continued to rough house, splashing at one another and tugging each other under water and then, something changed, and somehow Jemaine found himself edged back toward the end of the pool. Bret pressed up against him, their laughter dying off as they both realized their bodies were touching.
Bret eased back but only a bit, wiping water away from his face and Jemaine was doing the same but they were still so close and Jemaine could feel the heat coming off Bret through the water.
Jemaine’s breathing was labored, and he knew it wasn’t just from their playing around. He looked at Bret’s face, watched as water trailed down from his temple to his cheekbone and then over his mouth or, maybe it hadn’t passed there, but he was looking at his mouth, out right staring at it, and Jemaine licked his lips, “We…we should probably get out.”
“Yeah,” Bret breathed, his blood rushing loudly in his ears, heart thrumming in his veins.
“We’ll…turn into…prunes…we stay in too long.”
“Yeah.” Bret repeated and he realized he was floating even closer; it was like the water was moving him in that direction. Pushing ever so gently, easing him that way.
Jemaine’s eyes kept flickering now, moving all over Bret’s face as he found himself being drawn irretrievably nearer to his friend, “This is…weird.”
Bret couldn’t even attempt to answer this time, as he was only focused on one thing and it was impossible to draw away from, as his mouth gently touched Jemaine’s. Their lips met, pure and right on that edge of innocence where if they drew back quickly enough they could say it was some crazy happenstance but neither of them did, both silently gauging the other.
Then their lips became a little more active, clinging together a bit, a gentle push and pull and then Bret’s mouth opened just that much so that his tongue eased out and brushed at the corner of Jemaine’s mouth and Jemaine’s jaw dropped, mouth open, so his own tongue could come out and meet Bret’s, touching almost experimentally. Gradually, Jemaine’s head titled slightly and his hands moved to Bret’s wet hair, fingers curling there, as his tongue slid more fully into Bret’s mouth.
Bret didn’t even try to disguise the moan that tumbled out of him as their kisses grew more heated. Bret’s body made the final connection, hands on Jemaine’s hips as he glided forward, coming between Jemaine’s legs and this time the kiss was broken as they both let out a groan, their erections meeting in the water, rubbing against one another.
Bret’s lips hovered near Jemaine’s shoulder and he planted gentle kisses there and along Jemaine’s neck and Jemaine’s head fell back, resting against the concrete rim of the pool, “Bret…we should stop.”
“Why?” Bret’s voice was no more than a breath and his tongue was outlining Jemaine’s ear.
“Fuck,” Jemaine swore and the sound of it made Bret’s heart pound. He felt hot and light-headed and he was amazed the water in the pool hadn’t started boiling.
Jemaine tried again, “Bret…we do this…things will…oh god…they’ll change. Thought - you said you don’t like change.”
Bret groaned, this one the sound of sufferance, “This is the only change I want.”
“It is?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Jemaine, please, can we…can we have the serious discussion later, after…” Bret thrust his hips against Jemaine, who went nearly boneless and nodded blindly. Bret thrust against him again, just because he could and because it felt amazing and because he liked the sounds Jemaine was making and he wanted to hear more sounds like that.
“Do you…want to…here or…” Jemaine started and realized suddenly he shouldn’t have, because Bret now had the most evil look on his face and he suddenly came to the realization that Bret really wasn’t that innocent.
“I want you to…here,” Bret whispered, his attentions back on Jemaine’s ear and he was licking at the shell, biting at the lobe and Jemaine mewled at the feeling because that was all he could do and he clung helplessly to Bret who was continuing to push him up against the solid wall of the pool.
Jemaine was looking at Bret with glazed, heavy-lidded eyes, panting and wrapping his arms around Bret’s neck, and Bret found he rather liked the look, as he kissed him, slowly, soft and warm. Jemaine tasted like chlorinated water and something that Bret couldn’t quite identify but he was sure was just Jemaine.
Bret began the arduous task of peeling the sopping wet shirt from Jemaine, who also helped with the task and once it was off they tossed it away, letting the water float it off or sink it or god knew what. Bret’s eyes finally feasted on the bare expanse of Jemaine’s chest and his mouth went to where Jemaine’s neck met his shoulder, biting there and Jemaine cried out, fingers back in Bret’s hair.
Bret’s hands roamed covetously all over Jemaine’s chest, raking through chest hair, rubbing calloused thumbs at his nipples and Jemaine’s breath came faster; Bret decided he liked that. He liked having that effect on Jemaine, liked the idea that Jemaine was even half as off-balance as Bret himself felt.
Part of Bret wanted to remove Jemaine’s suit now too, but he was slow about it because he was pretty sure that Jemaine naked might kill him. He decided that maybe he wanted to die like that. Still, not ready yet, he reached out and pressed the flat of his palm to the bulge in Jemaine's swim suit, cupping his fingers over it. Jemaine growled and covered Bret’s hand with one of his own and pressed it tighter and Bret could feel the rigid shape of his cock, the heat of him through the wet cloth.
"Bret, you're driving me crazy." Jemaine's voice was husky, even deeper than usual, and Bret felt reassured and excited by it.
After all, this was Bret’s first time with a man and he didn’t really know what he was doing. He was only going off instinct and what he knew he liked and it was a bit strange. Like touching yourself but backwards. And he wanted it to be good for Jemaine.
Jemaine was gasping, his eyes dark and wild, "More, please. Touch me…"
Bret rubbed his cheek and mouth over Jemaine's ear, "Show me how."
"Fuck. Bret." Jemaine arched against him, and Bret shuddered at the dark note in Jemaine's voice. Jemaine squeezed his hand and then drew himself away a bit, enough to work the damned swim suit off. Bret didn’t look, couldn’t look, at naked Jemaine because that would still be too much. Jemaine tossed the suit behind him, up on the ledge and then he found Bret’s hand again and guided it down to him.
Bret touched Jemaine’s naked cock and they both whimpered. Jemaine took in a ragged breath and slowly began to move Bret’s hand against him, up and down, trying to show him. “Like…like that. And…hard."
Bret closed the circle of his hand, moving it, loving it when Jemaine started thrusting, and loving giving him something to thrust against. He tried to remember the rhythm he'd felt Jemaine use.
Bret picked up the speed of his movements, mesmerized by Jemaine, his arms looped around his neck again, by the way he held on as if he were going to come apart. And then, because he couldn’t hold back anymore, he looked down and he could see through the crystal clear water of the pool, see himself gripping Jemaine, hand moving up and down the length of him and Bret groaned, his own cock throbbing as his voice broke, "Jemaine…you're incredible."
Jemaine’s eyes squeezed shut tight and he ground out, “More. Harder…god…Bret…oh Bret…please…”
Jemaine's breathless sounds were right in Bret ear, and when Jemaine said Bret's name again as he came, Bret had never heard anything like it. Bret continued stroking him through it, until Jemaine shuddered, his body relaxing.
Bret’s took in a steadying breath, his own erection still unsatisfied but he ignored it, enjoying how Jemaine seemed to be having the most difficult time standing or even floating, “So…good?”
“Bret…still…I see stars…”
“So do I?” Bret said, angling his head, “They’re up in the sky.”
“My eyes are closed,” Jemaine pointed out, a lazy smile about his face as he finally lifted his head and opened his eyes. Jemaine heard the words floating about in his head, and as he said them aloud he felt an enormous weight lift off his shoulders that he hadn’t even known was there, “Bret…I think I love you.”
Bret swallowed, heart in his throat, “Oh?”
“Mmm.”
“That’s…that’s not just the…you know…the climax talking?”
A shaky smile worked about Jemaine’s mouth, “No. But, um, think we should…save it. You know, for…the serious discussion later. After.”
“After?”
Jemaine’s hand went to Bret’s still raging erection and squeezed it. Bret couldn’t breathe.
“Yes! Right…after.”
“We should get out now.” Jemaine said with dark amusement and he grabbed at his suit, quickly yanking it on.
“Mmhmm.” Bret managed and went to the edge of the pool, gently pulling himself up and out.
Jemaine did the same and cleared his throat, trying to look unconcerned as he tossed out quietly, “You know if…if you have…any feelings for me you can…feel free to-to say them. No pressure or anything. I mean, you can…save it. If you want. For the serious-”
“Jemaine, I love you.”
Jemaine looked at Bret with bright, shining eyes, “Really?”
Bret came over and gave him one simple, gentle kiss, “Yes.”
Jemaine got a questioning look, “Is-”
“Yes, Jemaine, it’s real. This is real.” Bret assured him.
“Oh. Good. Inside then,” Jemaine found his glasses and put them on before rushing in and, once in the safety of indoors, removed his suit as quickly as he had put it back on. Bret came after him, slightly nervous now.
Jemaine sighed, “Your room or mine.”
“Um. Mine, I think.”
“’Kay,” Jemaine said happily and took Bret’s hand, dragging him in the direction of his room. They weren’t even in the doorway before Jemaine began kissing Bret again. At first, the kisses were short, biting, and Bret felt them like sharp stings on his mouth, but the moment his back met the mattress and Jemaine was over him, the kisses changed and Bret hadn't even known kisses could be so deep, that he could be so hungry for things he couldn't even name.
And then Jemaine was whispering into his ear, things he couldn't quite hear but they seemed to go straight to his cock, trapped between them, and Bret vaguely realized that apparently, at some point, Jemaine had taken his swim trunks off and they were both naked and he didn’t know how he could miss out on that, but then he was pressing against Jemaine, sliding against the bare skin of Jemaine's belly and thinking was exceedingly difficult.
Jemaine was licking at his chest now, moving down and still muttering those words he couldn’t seem to hear over the rush in his blood, but he was positive they were filthy and wonderful and Bret felt right on the edge. Jemaine nipped at his hip bone and then he took Bret’s cock into his hand eased it into his mouth and the strangled noise that came out of Bret's mouth in no way resembled language.
Bret’s world narrowed, everything fading but the two of them - that mouth, his hands on Jemaine's skin, the rhythm building inside him. He watched his cock slide back and forth between those incredible lips, listened to the hungry sounds Jemaine made, his own gasps.
Bret’s hands hovered over Jemaine’s head, almost afraid to touch, worried that if he did, he would drive Jemaine down more as it was fantastic, but was still far too slow and not enough, not enough, but oh… so good.
Spidery sensations were weaving throughout his body and he suddenly felt Jemaine’s hands move up his hips, finding his hands and then, oh, putting them on his head, encouraging him to take hold and Bret sincerely wished it didn’t hurt, as his fingers knotted in Jemaine’s soft, dark locks and he started guiding his head.
He could hear himself making these half-stunted sounds of pleasure and intermingled with them was Jemaine’s name and curses and this uncanny feeling overcame him, as he started to think that maybe Jemaine had done this before because he was so talented at it and he wondered blindly who with. But then all these thoughts were obliterated as Bret’s world narrowed further and suddenly it was too much and too fast and there was only sensation, only friction and heat and wetness and he had to move faster harder more more slick hot wet deep oh god oh god oh god...
Bret felt himself unravel, coming apart in Jemaine’s mouth and his whole body was shaking and he felt so light, like he was flying, or back in the pool floating away. Jemaine gently kissed his way up Bret’s body after it was done, kissing his lips again, the kisses soft and gentle, his hands stroking his hips, his arms, tenderly, comfortingly, bringing him down.
Bret felt himself come back down slowly and he kissed Jemaine back, tasting himself and Jemaine, the perfect mix, and he sighed weakly, “That was…I think you broke me.”
Jemaine smiled proudly and lay to one side of him. Bret shifted until Jemaine was beneath him, and then rested his damp head on Jemaine’s chest.
Jemaine put one arm under his head and with his free hand stroked Bret’s hair. Bret sighed again, content and happier than he could remember feeling in a very long time.
“You know…I really like the pool.”
“Me too.”
“Um…feel kinda bad though…what we did in it. I mean…how can we ever have other people swim in there when we-”
“Bret, I’m sure people have done worse things in pools. Sides, it’s not like we’re not going to clean it.”
Bret grunted a sound of agreement and hugged Jemaine, “So…we going to get a room back together then?”
“Hmm. Dunno. After all, the idea of sneaking down the hall at night and climbing into your bed unsuspectingly has a certain…charm to it.”
“Huh. Hadn’t thought of that.” Bret felt his face heat and he shifted his head some, until his ear hovered over where Jemaine’s heart was. He could hear the beat of it, strong and good and it made him smile, “Still, you could sneak unsuspectingly into my bed if we were in the same room.”
“True.”
“We could even get one big bed…you know? New bed frame, four poster…could have all kinds of uses.”
Jemaine raised an eyebrow, “Are you suggesting…?”
“Diving’s not all I know how to do. You should see me tie a knot. I’m flippin’ awesome at knots.”
Jemaine couldn’t help but chuckle and Bret could hear his heart speed up a bit as he said, “I wasn’t aware you were…into that sort of thing.”
Bret shrugged, “Yeah. I’m into…a lot of things you don’t know about.”
“Obviously.”
“But I’ve never…I mean, this was…my first time. You know…with a man.” Bret said softly.
“Mmm. Good.”
“And…and you?”
Jemaine sighed and his heart beat was all off and Bret licked his lips, “Um, you know what…it’s…not important.”
“It was in university.”
“What?”
“In university. Bit before I met you, actually. It was…nothing really.”
“You never mentioned it before.”
“Wasn’t really relevant before.”
“Oh,” Bret was riddled with curiosity but didn’t want to push it, however he heard himself ask, “Was…was…that…one of your Ones?”
Jemaine made a non-committal sound and Bret left it at that. In fact he just smiled sadly and whispered, “It’s really not important, Jemaine. Really. We can…talk about it tomorrow, you know? When we have the serious talk-”
Jemaine relief was painfully obvious, “Yeah. Okay. Good.”
Bret hugged him again and shivered, “Getting a bit cold now.”
“Technically we should shower, chlorine in our hair and all-”
“Yeah, no, let’s just do that tomorrow too. Getting a little sleepy.”
“Okay,” Jemaine got up and he and Bret slid under the covers but they resumed the same position as before, covers over top of them now.
Bret was smiling again, “Jemaine?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I thought you said you only thought you loved me.”
“Well, I’ve thought about it, and I am. In love with you.”
“That was quick.”
“I move quickly. Actually…that’s usually considered a flaw of mine.”
“Really? I thought your flaw was being devastatingly handsome.”
“Hmm, good compliment.”
“I try.”
Jemaine chuckled again and hugged Bret tight, “I love you, Bret. Go to sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.”
“You in my bed when I wake up…another change I like,” Bret said with a yawn and he closed his eyes, “I love you too, Jemaine. Night.”
As Bret drifted towards sleep his mind wandered and, for whatever reason, went back to the movie they’d seen and how there had been some action, some humor, some romance and a happy ending, and really, that was truly all you needed. A happy ending.