Captain Brian Kinney's mission is complicated by his forbidden attraction to his new helo pilot as they set out to find and sink a submarine used by a cartel to hit friendly shipping in the south seas.
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Title: Bali
Six
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Brian/Justin, Gus/Brandon AU
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Warnings: occasional graphic violence.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/n: short story written for the![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
neverenough_bj challenge of 'The Problem with Brandon'.
Photos from Bali from 'Tropical Interiors.' Click on the thumbnail to see it full-sized.
Includes the prompt 'Danger Zone' fromtamingthemuse.
I actually lost this chapter on Friday by accident and had to rewrite it, but I think this version is better now. And yes, I know it's short, but I needed to structure it this way.
Memorable entries for Bali
Previously:
Brian fitted the little net around his waist and between his legs, closing the links. It immediately shaped itself to Justin's body, cupping his balls, just penetrating him in the back and wrapping around his cock.
"Unfortunately you can't come now unless I allow it," Brian reminded Justin.
"I guess I won't be able to hook up here in Bali," Justin observed dryly.
"No, but I thought." Brian cleared his throat. "Come home with me."
"Oh." Justin got off the bed, seeing the net had made itself invisible now. He'd heard it was capable of amplifying feeling as well as controlling it. He couldn't wait to--
"Your home?"
"I want to check on Gus," Brian said, pulling Justin onto his lap. "But tonight I promise to show you the pleasure enhancer on the net." Kiss. Justin whimpered because he was hard, needy, and he could tell Brian was going to make him wait.
Brian's index finger brushed the tip of Justin's cock, circling. Slow. "Come home with me, Kitten."
Kinney Balinese coffee plantation, 2449 Hours; June 11, 2047
"It's all right." Gus blinked, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't--
"You just got a little dizzy when you--"
"I'll be fine," Gus muttered, woozy.
He was sitting next to the fountain in Brandon's garden. Now they were alone, the two Bali who had serviced them gone.
Brandon studied Gus's face in the flickering lantern light, his face distantly concerned.
Gus hated being the recipient of such a look, and yet... attention.
Brandon didn't seem to mind him hanging around for three quarters of the white sun drenched day.
"I think the bleeding's stopped."
Gus had a gash on the side of his head from hitting the stone wall when he climaxed. He'd never been so excited, holding Brandon's gaze as they were both sucked off.
"I'll walk you back to the house."
"Can't I stay with you?"
"Gus, I'm going to lose my job over you." Brandon pushed back some of Gus's tousled dark hair.
"Fine, I'll--"
"No." Brandon stood and held out a large palm. "Stay. Might as well."
Gus's muscles relaxed. His dick was still sensitive from his orgasm, but it twitched at Brandon's possible welcome.
"I knew as soon as I saw you, you'd fuck up my life."
Gus gave a small grin. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Brandon guided Gus carefully up the stairs to his sleeping loft.
Hand on the driftwood railing where some lit votives were suspended, Gus stared at a sketch of a blond with long, untamed hair and a frilly shirt.
"That's you?"
Brandon touched the canvas, his fingers revisiting an old friend. "A gift after a very nice weekend. Justin. Some kind of sailor..."
...
"Your house is..." Big. Not what I'm ready for. "Uh, beautiful," Justin said, waiting as Brian waved a crystal key and the plantation double doors opened.
"I've hardly spent any time here." Brian looked at Justin's upturned face in the entrance way light and experienced a strange impulse. He'd probably throw his back out or some Goddamned thing if he--
What the fuck? No one was here to see them and it was his fucking house.
"...Brian!" Justin's grip around his neck as his feet dangled and Brian stood there, adjusting to more than Justin's weight.
"What? It'll be quicker if I carry you to bed. You don't know the floor plan." Brian swallowed before he said... Christ. It had to be because Justin had almost been shot down.
Justin stroked the white streak through his older lover's hair. "You can and I appreciate being the recipient."
Brian kissed Justin, losing himself in slutty welcome. "Tour can wait."
Justin pulled Brian's palm down so he could cover the aching penis he now controlled through the net Justin had agreed to wear. "I need you. Please."
Fat, hard drops of rain suddenly pelted the windows which shuddered with the proximity of thunder. The light went out. Sudden darkness.
"I hope that's not an omen for our weekend," Justin said, giving a rueful laugh.
"Just a tropical storm," Brian said.
"I know," Justin's breath on his lips. Brian felt a sensation just above his ass, almost the tightness of coming.
...
Brandon watched as Gus stripped down to his boxers before he climbed in the bed, looking anywhere but at Brandon.
Brandon gave Gus a laconic look. "You might as well be up at the house."
Gus let out a deep breath. "Nervous."
"Okay." Brandon closed his eyes.
Rain suddenly hit the roof, making the grass seethe above them. Stray drops penetrated.
The lights in the hut went off and only candle light that lived in the votives on the stairs lit the sudden abyss.
Brandon half expected the timid palm that found his chest.
...
Justin's link shrilled.
Brian put him down, face impassive.
Justin answered it, listening. "I understand. Yes, Sir." He cut the link and looked at Brian.
"Back to the danger zone. The replacement parts for the helo on Hillary will take another week, but they need me to fly ASW duty off the cruiser Fitswilliam."
Brian nodded.
"You knew?"
"I'm your skipper."
"It's that easy to...?"
Brian grasped the back of Justin's neck firmly.
Justin huffed, "Okay, it's not that easy."
"If you get killed, you won't get your spanking with a rolled up newspaper," Brian warned gruffly.
Justin felt a sharp sensation in his throat.
"I have been fantasizing about that ever since I met you."
"I like the one where you're my slave."
Justin smiled, feeling better. Brian didn't want him to get killed. "That's shamelessly un-PC!"
"Name me one really good sexual fantasy that is PC, Taylor," Brian pointed out dryly. "What time do you leave?"
"After breakfast."
Brian took Justin's wrist and pulled him out onto the veranda. Beyond, rain fell in a shimmering wall.
"Run," Brian growled.
"...Brian?"
"Run and I'll catch you."
Heart picking up, Justin lurched off the veranda and into the dark.
Can't catch me, can't catch me! He laughed at the absurdity of the voice in his head, but the laughter dried when he looked over his shoulder and saw Brian illuminated by a flash of lightning. Hard faced. Intent gaze tracking Justin.
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ASW = anti-submarine warfare.
Bali, Part Seven
banner by
furriboots, click to see full-sized.Title: Bali
Six
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Brian/Justin, Gus/Brandon AU
betas:
furribootsWarnings: occasional graphic violence.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/n: short story written for the
neverenough_bj challenge of 'The Problem with Brandon'.Photos from Bali from 'Tropical Interiors.' Click on the thumbnail to see it full-sized.
Includes the prompt 'Danger Zone' from
tamingthemuse.I actually lost this chapter on Friday by accident and had to rewrite it, but I think this version is better now. And yes, I know it's short, but I needed to structure it this way.
Memorable entries for Bali
Previously:
Brian fitted the little net around his waist and between his legs, closing the links. It immediately shaped itself to Justin's body, cupping his balls, just penetrating him in the back and wrapping around his cock.
"Unfortunately you can't come now unless I allow it," Brian reminded Justin.
"I guess I won't be able to hook up here in Bali," Justin observed dryly.
"No, but I thought." Brian cleared his throat. "Come home with me."
"Oh." Justin got off the bed, seeing the net had made itself invisible now. He'd heard it was capable of amplifying feeling as well as controlling it. He couldn't wait to--
"Your home?"
"I want to check on Gus," Brian said, pulling Justin onto his lap. "But tonight I promise to show you the pleasure enhancer on the net." Kiss. Justin whimpered because he was hard, needy, and he could tell Brian was going to make him wait.
Brian's index finger brushed the tip of Justin's cock, circling. Slow. "Come home with me, Kitten."
Kinney Balinese coffee plantation, 2449 Hours; June 11, 2047
"It's all right." Gus blinked, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't--
"You just got a little dizzy when you--"
"I'll be fine," Gus muttered, woozy.
He was sitting next to the fountain in Brandon's garden. Now they were alone, the two Bali who had serviced them gone.
Brandon studied Gus's face in the flickering lantern light, his face distantly concerned.
Gus hated being the recipient of such a look, and yet... attention.
Brandon didn't seem to mind him hanging around for three quarters of the white sun drenched day.
"I think the bleeding's stopped."
Gus had a gash on the side of his head from hitting the stone wall when he climaxed. He'd never been so excited, holding Brandon's gaze as they were both sucked off.
"I'll walk you back to the house."
"Can't I stay with you?"
"Gus, I'm going to lose my job over you." Brandon pushed back some of Gus's tousled dark hair.
"Fine, I'll--"
"No." Brandon stood and held out a large palm. "Stay. Might as well."
Gus's muscles relaxed. His dick was still sensitive from his orgasm, but it twitched at Brandon's possible welcome.
"I knew as soon as I saw you, you'd fuck up my life."
Gus gave a small grin. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Brandon guided Gus carefully up the stairs to his sleeping loft.
Hand on the driftwood railing where some lit votives were suspended, Gus stared at a sketch of a blond with long, untamed hair and a frilly shirt.
"That's you?"
Brandon touched the canvas, his fingers revisiting an old friend. "A gift after a very nice weekend. Justin. Some kind of sailor..."
...
"Your house is..." Big. Not what I'm ready for. "Uh, beautiful," Justin said, waiting as Brian waved a crystal key and the plantation double doors opened.
"I've hardly spent any time here." Brian looked at Justin's upturned face in the entrance way light and experienced a strange impulse. He'd probably throw his back out or some Goddamned thing if he--
What the fuck? No one was here to see them and it was his fucking house.
"...Brian!" Justin's grip around his neck as his feet dangled and Brian stood there, adjusting to more than Justin's weight.
"What? It'll be quicker if I carry you to bed. You don't know the floor plan." Brian swallowed before he said... Christ. It had to be because Justin had almost been shot down.
Justin stroked the white streak through his older lover's hair. "You can and I appreciate being the recipient."
Brian kissed Justin, losing himself in slutty welcome. "Tour can wait."
Justin pulled Brian's palm down so he could cover the aching penis he now controlled through the net Justin had agreed to wear. "I need you. Please."
Fat, hard drops of rain suddenly pelted the windows which shuddered with the proximity of thunder. The light went out. Sudden darkness.
"I hope that's not an omen for our weekend," Justin said, giving a rueful laugh.
"Just a tropical storm," Brian said.
"I know," Justin's breath on his lips. Brian felt a sensation just above his ass, almost the tightness of coming.
...
Brandon watched as Gus stripped down to his boxers before he climbed in the bed, looking anywhere but at Brandon.
Brandon gave Gus a laconic look. "You might as well be up at the house."
Gus let out a deep breath. "Nervous."
"Okay." Brandon closed his eyes.
Rain suddenly hit the roof, making the grass seethe above them. Stray drops penetrated.
The lights in the hut went off and only candle light that lived in the votives on the stairs lit the sudden abyss.
Brandon half expected the timid palm that found his chest.
...
Justin's link shrilled.
Brian put him down, face impassive.
Justin answered it, listening. "I understand. Yes, Sir." He cut the link and looked at Brian.
"Back to the danger zone. The replacement parts for the helo on Hillary will take another week, but they need me to fly ASW duty off the cruiser Fitswilliam."
Brian nodded.
"You knew?"
"I'm your skipper."
"It's that easy to...?"
Brian grasped the back of Justin's neck firmly.
Justin huffed, "Okay, it's not that easy."
"If you get killed, you won't get your spanking with a rolled up newspaper," Brian warned gruffly.
Justin felt a sharp sensation in his throat.
"I have been fantasizing about that ever since I met you."
"I like the one where you're my slave."
Justin smiled, feeling better. Brian didn't want him to get killed. "That's shamelessly un-PC!"
"Name me one really good sexual fantasy that is PC, Taylor," Brian pointed out dryly. "What time do you leave?"
"After breakfast."
Brian took Justin's wrist and pulled him out onto the veranda. Beyond, rain fell in a shimmering wall.
"Run," Brian growled.
"...Brian?"
"Run and I'll catch you."
Heart picking up, Justin lurched off the veranda and into the dark.
Can't catch me, can't catch me! He laughed at the absurdity of the voice in his head, but the laughter dried when he looked over his shoulder and saw Brian illuminated by a flash of lightning. Hard faced. Intent gaze tracking Justin.
*****************************
ASW = anti-submarine warfare.
Bali, Part Seven
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