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
Seven Kokopelli
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.
Lyrics from "I was Brought to my Senses" by Sting.
More a little earlier since I had done such a short previous chapter. It's a nice day here so I can't wait to walk to the garden center.
Memorable entries for Bali
Previously:
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 died when he looked over his shoulder and saw Brian illuminated by a flash of lightning. Hard faced. Intent gaze tracking Justin.
Justin heard the thudding of Brian's boots as he came after him, and laughed with excitement.
His clothing, his hair, were soaked and he could barely make out Brian in the sepia of the solar activated lights in the fields.
He skidded in the mud and a long arm reached--
He dodged, laughing again, thinking it was like a mid air dog fight. He loved to battle inside the skin of his little helo.
Why make it easy? Justin sprinted through a row of tall coffee plants, looking over his shoulder to see Brian pursuing.
"Have to catch me first, old man," he taunted.
"I'm going to get you," Brian growled.
Justin yelped when he almost ran into a palm tree. He skidded in the mud and backed away from Brian, seeing...
His face. Savage.
This was a game, but on another level Justin suddenly felt himself at risk.
"...Brian?" he gasped.
Brian's hand in his hair, tugging, Justin's head falling back and then a hard kiss and then he was falling, only Brian hit the mud and rock, cushioning Justin.
"Let me?"
"Yes."
Lightning flashed, illuminated Brian's face, and Justin felt like he'd taken some kind of primal vow, mating with an earth elemental, ready to take him into his body. Ready to let himself be fucked.
And inside every turning leaf
Is the pattern of an older tree
The shape of our future
The shape of all our history
"Wenge, mesua, shedua, mozambique, koa..." Brandon watched Gus smooth a hand over the box.
Gus was sitting up in their--his--bed, sheet wrapped modestly around his waist as his fingers explored Brandon's carving.
"Exotic woods. You built this hut, didn't you?"
"I...remodeled it." Brandon felt as if the boy were touching him, connected by his work. He wanted...
But he was too experienced to push. He knew it would be so much better if Gus gave himself. He'd been waiting for weeks. He would wait as long as it took.
Brandon saw curiosity in Gus's eyes and cleared his throat, unaccustomed to talking about himself. "I needed to build something."
"Create something substantial so you didn't feel like a shadow."
"You do understand. I guess I knew that about you. Why I--" Brandon cupped Gus's cheek. "Gus, I know what it is to feel like no one sees you. I overcompensated for a long time, playing like I was some kind of sex god."
Gus's lips quirked.
"Brat. That part isn't an exaggeration."
...
Brian covered him, sinking in.
"Uhhhhh!"
A gentle kiss, almost an apology for that first discomfort.
Justin scraped mud with his fingers and reached up to lay two streaks on Brian's face, so that Brian looked even more the primeval warrior.
Brian was intent beyond whimsy, focused, lifting Justin's thigh so--
Justin's lips parted.
"Better." Not even a question. Brian didn't need to ask.
Raw instinct. Distended, aching, lodged within, pulling out, blue eyes cloudy with pleasure, dirty feet knotted around surging hips in an embrace.
...
After, at first they were content just to breathe, Brian softening inside, Justin's hand on his ass, caressing.
"Christ." Brian pulled out and Justin made a soft sound of protest until he was settled onto Brian's lap and Brian's palm smoothed over his shoulders. "Take off the rest of your shit. We're a fucking mess, but there's a hut close by with a garden fountain. We'll use it, clean up."
The storm had softened like the rain, like their passion, yet Brian's hands did not leave Justin's body as they walked, Justin feeling again an elemental moment as they stepped out of the fields, naked, Brian leading him through the unknown landscape by the hand.
...
"You said your son was seventeen? What's he like?" Justin wasn't allowed to wash himself. Brian did it, using a cake of cedar soap, very thorough, dark olive hands on alabaster skin.
"You bruise fucking easy." Brian pushed aside the little net they'd forgotten in the haste to couple. "He's a loner."
"Like his Papa."
"Justin... I'm opting out of the navy in six months." Brian caught the surprised look on Justin's face before he averted his gaze. "I'll be beached by then, since a destroyer driver only gets one command. I can't face riding a fucking desk or lecturing at the Naval War College. I want..."
"Yes?" Justin raised a brow. His heart was pounding. He wasn't sure why.
"I want time with my son."
"Right. Sure."
"And maybe..."
Justin stepped out of the water, away from Brian's hands. "I have a year and a half to go on my tour of duty."
"I know."
"I haven't thought about what I'd do after." Justin shrugged, awkward.
"Your art?"
Justin nodded. "I have choices now. Savings I haven't touched. Mom got sick, Dad was gone, so I had to raise my sister. I needed money to do that so I couldn't exactly run off to indulge my artistic dreams."
"I married someone. Made a son. Then..." Brian sighed. "I knew I didn't want that life."
"But now you want him."
"I don't know how."
"Maybe you should buy a whistle like Captain von Trapp in that vintage musical The Sound of Music?"
"Maybe I just need a translator around. Someone closer to Gus's age." Brian tugged Justin closer. After a moment of resistance, Justin went.
"You're fucking shivering! Towels in the garden hut."
"Won't wake anyone up?" Justin trailed after Brian as he entered the hut, which was open on three sides.
"Probably not. The guy who works for me is a real tom cat. Kind of like you used to be..." Brian cocked a brow at Justin but Justin just gave him a demure look.
He headed up the stairs in search of linens, passing lit votives.
"Shhhh, Brian, I'm sure that someone's--" Justin came to a halt, nearly slamming into Brian, who had been reaching into the linen cupboard.
"Gus?"
A dark haired boy sitting on another man's lap looked up from the draped bed, staring at Brian and Justin.
Justin snatched a couple of cotton towels and tried to give one to Brian but Brian put his hands on his hips.
"Dad! Uh."
"Kinney." Only Brandon looked relaxed, his hands not falling from Gus's hips despite the way Brian glared. He noticed Justin. "Hey, the talented Justin," he said, smiling.
Brian's head whipped around and he stared at Justin, who had finished knotting cloth over his hips and swallowed thickly as he made a production of doing the same for Brian and thereby avoiding his gaze.
"Hello, Brandon," he managed.
**************************
TBC
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furriboots, click to see full-sized.Title: Bali
Seven Kokopelli
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.
Lyrics from "I was Brought to my Senses" by Sting.
More a little earlier since I had done such a short previous chapter. It's a nice day here so I can't wait to walk to the garden center.
Memorable entries for Bali
Previously:
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 died when he looked over his shoulder and saw Brian illuminated by a flash of lightning. Hard faced. Intent gaze tracking Justin.
Justin heard the thudding of Brian's boots as he came after him, and laughed with excitement.
His clothing, his hair, were soaked and he could barely make out Brian in the sepia of the solar activated lights in the fields.
He skidded in the mud and a long arm reached--
He dodged, laughing again, thinking it was like a mid air dog fight. He loved to battle inside the skin of his little helo.
Why make it easy? Justin sprinted through a row of tall coffee plants, looking over his shoulder to see Brian pursuing.
"Have to catch me first, old man," he taunted.
"I'm going to get you," Brian growled.
Justin yelped when he almost ran into a palm tree. He skidded in the mud and backed away from Brian, seeing...
His face. Savage.
This was a game, but on another level Justin suddenly felt himself at risk.
"...Brian?" he gasped.
Brian's hand in his hair, tugging, Justin's head falling back and then a hard kiss and then he was falling, only Brian hit the mud and rock, cushioning Justin.
"Let me?"
"Yes."
Lightning flashed, illuminated Brian's face, and Justin felt like he'd taken some kind of primal vow, mating with an earth elemental, ready to take him into his body. Ready to let himself be fucked.
And inside every turning leaf
Is the pattern of an older tree
The shape of our future
The shape of all our history
"Wenge, mesua, shedua, mozambique, koa..." Brandon watched Gus smooth a hand over the box.
Gus was sitting up in their--his--bed, sheet wrapped modestly around his waist as his fingers explored Brandon's carving.
"Exotic woods. You built this hut, didn't you?"
"I...remodeled it." Brandon felt as if the boy were touching him, connected by his work. He wanted...
But he was too experienced to push. He knew it would be so much better if Gus gave himself. He'd been waiting for weeks. He would wait as long as it took.
Brandon saw curiosity in Gus's eyes and cleared his throat, unaccustomed to talking about himself. "I needed to build something."
"Create something substantial so you didn't feel like a shadow."
"You do understand. I guess I knew that about you. Why I--" Brandon cupped Gus's cheek. "Gus, I know what it is to feel like no one sees you. I overcompensated for a long time, playing like I was some kind of sex god."
Gus's lips quirked.
"Brat. That part isn't an exaggeration."
...
Brian covered him, sinking in.
"Uhhhhh!"
A gentle kiss, almost an apology for that first discomfort.
Justin scraped mud with his fingers and reached up to lay two streaks on Brian's face, so that Brian looked even more the primeval warrior.
Brian was intent beyond whimsy, focused, lifting Justin's thigh so--
Justin's lips parted.
"Better." Not even a question. Brian didn't need to ask.
Raw instinct. Distended, aching, lodged within, pulling out, blue eyes cloudy with pleasure, dirty feet knotted around surging hips in an embrace.
...
After, at first they were content just to breathe, Brian softening inside, Justin's hand on his ass, caressing.
"Christ." Brian pulled out and Justin made a soft sound of protest until he was settled onto Brian's lap and Brian's palm smoothed over his shoulders. "Take off the rest of your shit. We're a fucking mess, but there's a hut close by with a garden fountain. We'll use it, clean up."
The storm had softened like the rain, like their passion, yet Brian's hands did not leave Justin's body as they walked, Justin feeling again an elemental moment as they stepped out of the fields, naked, Brian leading him through the unknown landscape by the hand.
...
"You said your son was seventeen? What's he like?" Justin wasn't allowed to wash himself. Brian did it, using a cake of cedar soap, very thorough, dark olive hands on alabaster skin.
"You bruise fucking easy." Brian pushed aside the little net they'd forgotten in the haste to couple. "He's a loner."
"Like his Papa."
"Justin... I'm opting out of the navy in six months." Brian caught the surprised look on Justin's face before he averted his gaze. "I'll be beached by then, since a destroyer driver only gets one command. I can't face riding a fucking desk or lecturing at the Naval War College. I want..."
"Yes?" Justin raised a brow. His heart was pounding. He wasn't sure why.
"I want time with my son."
"Right. Sure."
"And maybe..."
Justin stepped out of the water, away from Brian's hands. "I have a year and a half to go on my tour of duty."
"I know."
"I haven't thought about what I'd do after." Justin shrugged, awkward.
"Your art?"
Justin nodded. "I have choices now. Savings I haven't touched. Mom got sick, Dad was gone, so I had to raise my sister. I needed money to do that so I couldn't exactly run off to indulge my artistic dreams."
"I married someone. Made a son. Then..." Brian sighed. "I knew I didn't want that life."
"But now you want him."
"I don't know how."
"Maybe you should buy a whistle like Captain von Trapp in that vintage musical The Sound of Music?"
"Maybe I just need a translator around. Someone closer to Gus's age." Brian tugged Justin closer. After a moment of resistance, Justin went.
"You're fucking shivering! Towels in the garden hut."
"Won't wake anyone up?" Justin trailed after Brian as he entered the hut, which was open on three sides.
"Probably not. The guy who works for me is a real tom cat. Kind of like you used to be..." Brian cocked a brow at Justin but Justin just gave him a demure look.
He headed up the stairs in search of linens, passing lit votives.
"Shhhh, Brian, I'm sure that someone's--" Justin came to a halt, nearly slamming into Brian, who had been reaching into the linen cupboard.
"Gus?"
A dark haired boy sitting on another man's lap looked up from the draped bed, staring at Brian and Justin.
Justin snatched a couple of cotton towels and tried to give one to Brian but Brian put his hands on his hips.
"Dad! Uh."
"Kinney." Only Brandon looked relaxed, his hands not falling from Gus's hips despite the way Brian glared. He noticed Justin. "Hey, the talented Justin," he said, smiling.
Brian's head whipped around and he stared at Justin, who had finished knotting cloth over his hips and swallowed thickly as he made a production of doing the same for Brian and thereby avoiding his gaze.
"Hello, Brandon," he managed.
**************************
TBC
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