Includes: Caffeine Cuddle
Cuddle on the High Seas
A Cure for the Common Cuddle
reflexes honed by years of being a big city cop saved Steve Sloan from a
tall detective had taken one step into the
watched while Jesse flitted from corner to corner of his father's living room,
the young doctor humming tunelessly as he swiped at furniture and knickknacks
alike with a soft cloth. Their
jobs had kept the two men very busy over the last couple of days, and while
Steve's natural inclination was to stride over and pull Jesse into his arms
for a long overdue embrace, he held off. Temporarily,
anyway. A few more minutes
of anticipation wouldn't hurt, besides, he loved to
watch his lover move. Jesse was a little self-conscious and tended to
clumsiness when he knew he was being observed, but alone like this, he was
poetry in motion. Even while he
was doing something mundane like... housework?
what are you doing?" Steve
asked as he finally entered the room.
looked up from the books he was rearranging on their shelf and smiled a
hi, Steve. I'm dusting.
Your dad's due back tomorrow and this place was
starting to look untidy."
detective was confused. He knew
full well that his father was due back the next day and was looking forward to
his return. Not only did he miss
his dad, but Mark Sloan's absence was one reason he'd seen so little of his
lover - Jesse had been kept busy covering for the older doctor at the hospital
where they both were physicians. But,
even if he was looking forward to having his paternal roommate back, Steve
still hadn't felt moved to start cleaning the house.
dusting," Jesse replied, coming over and kissing the taller blond before
beginning his task again. "You
know... little airborne particulates settle onto your furniture and belongings
and you have to wipe them off occasionally to keep it from building up.
Although, here at the beach, we get a lot of sand tracked in. I better
know what 'dusting' means, Jess," Steve explained, keeping an uncertain
hold on his patience. "I'm just wondering why you're doing it.
The housekeeper comes in day after tomorrow.
It's not like this place is a pig sty."
know, I know," Jesse responded, moving from one built-in book shelf to
the other, having to stand on a step-stool to reach the upper shelves.
"I was just thinking, when I got home from the hospital, how clean
everything there is. And it wasn't
here. I mean, you couldn't write
your name in the dust yet, but you know how it is.
You get used to the sterile environment of the hospital and anything
less just won't do. Mark's been
away at the conference at the Mayo Clinic too.
They're world famous – I bet their facility is spotless.
Wouldn't want him to come home and be unhappy at how his house looks.
So, when my shift was over, I came over here to wait for you just like
we agreed and I decided to pass the time by spiffying
the place up a little."
approached his busy lover and got a good look at the young man.
Not only had Jesse been covering his rounds and Mark's too,
he'd been on call for nearly two weeks straight.
Although naturally energetic, even Jesse had his limits and the strain
was starting to show. Steve did
some quick mental figuring and winced. Jesse
had probably been up for two days straight. Frankly, the detective couldn't
imagine how the younger man was still on his feet, let alone doing a Martha
his shorter mate, Steve gently took Jesse's chin in hand.
Pulling his lover's face towards him, the younger man's reddened eyes
gave the detective a clue as to what was fueling this sudden housekeeping
how much coffee have you had this afternoon?"
fidgeted but didn't pull his head from Steve's gentle grasp.
older man looked skeptical. "Three?
You got this jittery from three cups of coffee?"
close as they were, Steve could see his lover's eyes widen in comprehension.
You meant how many cups did I have?"
I meant cups," Steve clarified, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"What did you think I meant?"
doctored blushed. "Pots."
closed his eyes in frustration. If
Jesse'd had three pots of coffee in just that
afternoon, there was no telling what he'd been subsisting on for the last
several days. Probably
coffee and candy bars from Community General's vending machines.
No wonder that the young man was rushing around like crazy.
Even when he finally got a break from his hospital work, his body was
too wired from caffeine to let him rest.
c'mon, Steve," Jesse reacted to the older man's nonverbal chastisement,
pulling from Steve's hold and going back to his previous activity.
"I'm a big boy, I know how to take care
of myself. With Mark out and all
those extra patients from that airplane accident last night, there was no time
for anything else. I know what I'm
doing. And for that matter, if I
want to spend my time off dusting, I will."
opened his mouth to say that, with the housekeeper in their employ, it was
unnecessary, but decided at the last minute to keep quiet.
Jesse was wired at the moment, but Steve knew from past experiences
that the younger man's body would crash soon.
And when it did, there was no doubt that Jesse would crash hard.
In his current mood, however, the doctor wouldn't take too well to
being nagged and would push him further away if he wasn't careful.
So, if Steve wanted to be available to Jesse to help ease the caffeine
let-down when it came, he had to play his cards just right....
know, Jess, I'm sorry," The bigger man apologized, deliberately allowing
his shoulders to slump. To
complete the affect, he rubbed at his temple with his fingers.
"It's just been a bitch of a day.
I didn't mean to take it out on you.
You're a doctor, I know you know how to take
care of yourself."
responded as his lover expected, with compassion.
"Hey, you all right?"
The doctor's voice was full of concern as he dropped the dust cloth and
went to Steve's side.
older man almost confessed when he felt Jesse's hand touch his arm in concern,
especially when he looked down into blue eyes full of trust and worry.
But, his deception was for Jesse's own good and, even if it made him
feel guilty, he stayed with it. "I
had to tell a woman that her husband died in that airplane accident that kept
you guys at Community General so busy. The
couple would have been married fifty years next month."
Jesse breathed. As a doctor, he'd
had experience breaking news like that to the loved ones of the deceased and
knew how hard it could be. "That
stinks. Is she going to be
got a little bit emotional," the detective hedged.
speaking, he was telling the truth, Mr. Saunders had died in the crash and it
had been Steve's duty today to confirm that fact with his widow.
What he wasn't admitting to Jesse was that the two had been headed for
divorce and apparently Mr. Saunders had been something of a bastard.
Not only was Mrs. Saunders was not upset to hear of her husband's
demise, she was all but dancing a jig to discover that now their assets
wouldn't be split up. As a human being, he found that sort of reaction
disgusting, but a veteran cop like Steve had developed calluses.
He'd learned long ago that it took all types to populate the world.
took his lover's silence as emotional trauma.
"I'm sorry, Steve. I know how hard dealing with that kind of scene
can be. Is there anything I can
do? You look zonked, maybe you
should lay down for a while."
all but crowed in triumph, but managed to look needy.
"Would you come with me? I
always rest better when you're in my arms." The bigger man's admission
not only got him a kiss on the cheek, but Jesse also took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.
exact spot Steve had wanted his lover all along.
made Steve sit on the end of the bed while the doctor knelt and took his shoes
off for him. Then, toeing off his
own sneakers, the smaller man crawled up onto the bed after him.
Soon, the two men were curled up on the mattress together,
Steve's larger body protectively spooned up behind Jesse's smaller form.
reached around his lover, resting one big hand on the other man's stomach.
"Much," the detective said, beginning to rub slow circles on
his mate's tummy.
now try to relax."
stifled a snort of laughter, wanting to make a comment about the pot calling
the kettle black, but wisely remained silent.
Instead, the detective kept up his caresses, deliberately making them
comforting instead of arousing. Sure
enough, in only a couple of minutes, he felt his lover's caffeine wound-up
body yield to exhaustion. Nuzzling
behind Jesse's ear, he settled himself to follow the younger man into slumber.
would be time for a more strenuous reunion later.
For now, he was content to hold his lover in his arms, knowing it was
what they both needed.
me again why we're doing this?" Steve
Sloan took his eyes off the road just long enough to look at his lover with an
expression that was half exasperation and half fondness.
Jesse explained cheerfully, the tangle of road maps he'd become wrapped in not
detective turned his attention back to his driving.
"Why by car? Why not
just hop on a plane?"
Jesse looked up from his labyrinth of paper, his blond hair tousled
from the struggle to, wrest some sort of control over the stubborn maps.
"Where's the romance in that? How can you resist the lure of the
open road? Sunshine...
blue sky... moseying on down the highway... just the two of us and the
older man couldn't help but respond to his lover's enthusiasm. "Having
you all to myself for a few hours instead of being cooped up with strangers on
an airplane? Yeah, I can see the
benefits to that."
you've got the spirit," Jesse encouraged him. We're two gay men living in
took a hand off the wheel and reached over to pat the young doctor's knee.
"Sometimes I forget that you weren't born in
Jesse agreed easily, not really caring what he called the city as long as the
two of them were going. With a look of disgust, he gave up on the maps, wadded
them up into a ball, and threw the whole mess into the back seat.
Grinning at his mate, he declared, "Getting there is going to be
half the fun."
other man smiled at him fondly. "You
didn't take many road trips when you were a kid, did you, Jess?"
smaller man got a wistful look on his face.
"No," he said softly. "My
dad traveled a lot, so when he got time off, he didn't want to go anywhere.
I didn't even get outside
could have kicked himself for his thoughtless remark, hating the sad
expression in Jesse's blue eyes. "Well,
let me tell you, since you're an only child, you wouldn't have gotten the full
car trip experience anyway."
do you mean?"
detective chuckled. "What I
mean is that you should thank your lucky stars that you didn't have to share
the back seat with your younger sister while your father, who happens to be a
great doctor but a lousy navigator, got lost on the way to visit the
cheer restored, Jesse smiled. "That
pretended to shudder. "You
have no idea. No one could see it, but there was a border line that divided
the back seat. It didn't matter if
it was invisible, we'd each know if the other crossed over into our territory
and we'd scream bloody murder. And
we were both convinced that the other one had more room and we'd fight about
that too. It'd get so bad that even my dad's patience would run out.
He'd turn around and say 'You kids knock that off.
If I have to pull this car over and come back there, there's going to
Jesse laughed in disbelief, "actually said that?
I thought that people only said that line in the movies."
older man held up one hand as a pledge of his honesty.
"Honest to God. Happened
at least one time each trip."
did he ever really do it?" The
doctor asked. "Pull the car
over and make you behave?"
Steve replied. "He was always
muttering something about 'gotta make time, gotta
Jesse looked at him skeptically, Steve shrugged and explained, "Back
then, Dad wasn't quite so laid back. Besides,
there were more two lane highways in those days.
If you pulled over for any reason, sure enough the RV creeping along at
15 mph below the posted speed limit would get in front of you... usually just
as you entered a no passing zone."
sighed. "With those kind
of memories, no wonder you hesitated when I suggested we drive to
lover was silent while he thought about it for a moment, but then Steve Sloan
shook his head. "No, I'm not being fair.
There were a lot of good memories on those trips too.
Like napping curled up together like puppies - when we forgot about the
invisible line, that is. Or
playing the license plate game. Or
stopping at every A&W we saw for root beer."
Steve resolutely refrained from mentioning the memorable time his
sister Carol got car sick from reading comic books in a moving vehicle and
threw up her root beer over her older brother.
A road trip rookie like Jesse didn't need to hear details like that.
"So, now that we've established that we're going to have fun
fished out his guide book. "There's
lots to do. We can take a bus over the
companion rolled his eyes. "I'll
make you a deal, Steve," Jesse said.
"I won't drag you to any medicine-related stuff and you don't drag
me anywhere police-related like a prison. Even an
abandoned one. This is a
vacation and I have no intention of turning it into a working holiday. I love
your dad, but he finds a body every time he turns around and that's a habit
I'd really rather not get into.... oh, man."
turned to Jesse, easily detecting the note of distress that had crept into the
the other man admitted, "but why'd you let me drink so much coffee at
detective looked at his mate in amused relief.
"You mean, you need a bathroom?"
lips quivered with the effort not to smile.
"I thought I told you to go before we left."
younger man smacked him on the shoulder. "That's
not funny, smartass."
rumble sounding in Steve's chest as he tried to suppress his laughter said
otherwise, but he didn't belabor the point.
"Okay. I saw a
billboard for a McDonalds a ways back, there should be one coming up in about
20 miles or so. Can you wait that
squirmed in his seat, both from embarrassment and physical discomfort.
"But can't you just,you
know, pull over for a minute so I can take care of it?"
am not," Steve said firmly, "taking the chance of a state trooper
citing us for public urination. They
don't particularly like city cops and would just love to learn they nailed one
for whizzing. Besides, I can't
believe a doctor would suggest something so unsanitary."
about a gas station? Won't there
be one of those coming up before a McDonalds"
smiled. "Listen and learn,
babe. McDonalds isn't only known
for golden arches, it's also known for its golden bathrooms."
do you mean?"
about it, Jess. A gas station on a
interstate highway relies on through traffic for its customers, people who
aren't likely to come back one way or another.
Clean bathrooms aren't a priority.
A fast food place, though, relies more on the locals... who would
potentially be put off by a mess in the john. Trust me, unless you're really
hurting, you'd want a McDonalds over a gas station any day.
Can you wait that long?"
voice hadn't sounded convinced and Steve reached one arm out to the younger
man, inviting him closer. "C'mere,
babe. I'll distract you and
we'll be there before you know it."
doctor had undone his seatbelt and started to slide over when something
occurred to him. "Hey, I
thought you said no sex while you were driving?"
night before, Jesse hadn't known whether to be entertained or offended when
Steve had lectured him about the hazards of fooling around while someone was
behind the wheel. The cop had made
it clear that there were to be no blow or hand jobs while the car was in
motion. Jesse had been in complete
agreement with that pronouncement. Call
him narcissistic, but when he had Steve's cock in his hand or mouth,
he wanted the older man to be completely focused on him and not the road.
said anything about sex?" Steve countered.
"I was just talking about snuggling, babe."
Jesse acknowledged. "That's
almost purred in contentment as he felt the warmth of his lover's body press
along his side. Draping an arm across Jesse's shoulders, he pulled the doctor
even closer, both of them sighing as the smaller man rested his head on
open road in front of him... a blue sky above... his lover tucked up against
him, right where he belonged....
was right. Getting to
young man in question glanced up from his own reading over to the other side
of the large couch he currently shared with his lover.
Steve Sloan had tossed aside the magazine he's been perusing and was
looking at Jesse, a woebegone expression on his face.
Still distracted by the article he'd been focused on, the young doctor
bent his head back to his own journal. "I
had a feeling you'd get through that Sports
Illustrated way too fast. Why don't you try TV?
Maybe there's a game on."
sighed in disappointment. Normally,
he was understanding of how very seriously Jesse
took his work as a doctor, proud of his lover's dedication to the healing
profession. Steve had a similar
commitment to his own work and, also having been raised in a family headed up
by a physician, was prepared for the amount of time that Jesse's
responsibilities as Doctor Travis would take away from their relationship.
His own obligations as a big city detective ate away at their time too,
after all, and he couldn't really blame Jess when duties pulled him away.
of the time, Steve was understanding. Other
times, like now, he found he craved more attention.
No doubt, if he phrased it that way, Jesse would drop the medical
journal he was studying and apologize profusely for
neglecting his lover. Although
that tactic would work, it wouldn't really be fair to his lover, who really
was devoted to their relationship. Besides,
he wanted an amorous Jesse, not a contrite one.
to mention that it would be a lot more fun to tease Jesse into losing interest
in the magazine rather than guilting him into it.
obediently picked up the television remote and surfed until he found a
football game to his liking. Then,
the tall detective settle back into the sofa's soft
cushions, arranging a blanket loosely over his legs. With the volume of the
television set so that the sounds of the game were a soothing background drone
and his eyes half closed in concentration, a casual observer would have
thought the older man was totally immersed in what he was watching.
that morning, Steve and Jesse had taken a long walk by the beach, coming back
to the house only when an unexpected rain shower drove them in.
The two had wet feet and so had taken off socks and shoes before
curling up on the couch. The
blanket was to ward off the chill brought about by the damp weather.
Rather than snuggling together, the men sat facing one another with
their feet meeting in the middle and the blanket stretched over both of them.
This was so that they could each take advantage of a nearby lamp,
needing the light to read by in the dismal light of a rainy day.
involved in the game, Steve slowly stretched, one foot inching up the inside
of his lover's denim-covered thigh. Still
absorbed in his reading, Jesse didn't comment, just shifted his body to
accommodate the other man's change in position.
Without Jesse really knowing how it got there, Steve's adventurous foot
ended up in the doctor's lap, the agile toes curling up against the doctor's
groin and beginning to massage the smaller man's crotch.
the importance of the medical information he was reading, Jesse slowly became
aware that he was flushed and becoming aroused.
Normally, that didn't happen when he was reading about new techniques
to flush out a patient's colon. Looking up, he saw that Steve's face was
turned towards the television set, the detective concentrating on what
appeared to be a college football game. His lover's foot, however, was firmly
trenched in Jesse's groin, doing a sinuous dance against the cloth that cover
his rapidly hardening cock.
older man looked over from the game. "Do
you need something?"
considered his mate, unsure if Steve was teasing him or if he really was
unaware of the new home his foot had found.
When Steve continued to look at him blankly, the doctor caved.
"Your foot. "
The detective seemed startled to realize where his toes were buried.
Sheepishly, Steve started to draw back.
"Sorry about that, babe. I
guess my feet are still cold from getting wet."
younger man's first inclination was to believe his lover, but something in
Steve's expression struck him as a bit too innocent.
"That's okay," Jesse said.
"You know, if you're watching the game, you don't really need your
own lamp. You want to
Steve said, grinning. "C'mere."
Opening his arms, the bigger man invited his lover close.
didn't need ask Jesse twice. The
doctor gladly scooted over to the other side of the couch, bringing his
magazine with him and squirming until he was nestled between Steve's long
legs, his back resting against the detective's chest.
"Sharing body heat should warm you up in no time."
bent down to nuzzle his lover's hair. "Hmmm...
hadn't been born yesterday and could easily hear the smug undertone to his
lover's voice. Well, the magazine
article was important... but not all that important.
If distraction was the name of the game, two could play.
The young doctor balanced so that he was holding his medical journal
with one hand, which conveniently left the other free to trace delicate
patterns on one of the legs cradling him close.
Seemingly idly, Jesse trailed his fingers up and down Steve's thigh in
ever widening circles, loving the way his mate's powerful muscles quivered
under the light caresses.
and behind him, Steve smiled. He let the doctor pet him for several minutes, then
twined his legs with Jesse's, rubbing his bare feet along his lover's.
The skin on skin contact aroused the bigger man further and,
unconsciously, he lifted his pelvis slightly, his hardening cock brushing up
against his mate's tantalizingly close ass.
Jesse, clutching his magazine firmly in one hand, instinctively ground
himself back against the heat that two pair of jeans, his and Steve's,
couldn't quite mask.
groaned and buried his hands under Jesse's butt cheeks, teasing at the crack
between the firm mounds. Reaching
down to nip at the nearest ear, he whispered a comment.
"You've been reading the same page for five minutes."
gasped at the sensation of Steve's breath tickling the back of his neck.
"You don't even know what teams are playing in that game you're
doctor gasped as the warm breath on his neck turned into a playful bite.
do you say," Steve managed to suggest, having difficulty getting words
out past his own arousal, "that since we're neither one being productive
here, that we move this into the bedroom?"
dunno, Steve," Jesse teased.
"I really do have to get this article read, you know."
When his lover growled at him, the doctor laughed.
"I suppose I can study it later."
that," Steve said as he got up from the sofa.
Then, taking no chances, he pulled Jesse up by one hand, bending down
at just the right moment to hoist the smaller man over his shoulder.
The impact of Jesse's protest was lessened by the fact that his voice
was choked with laughter.
his lover carried him towards the bedroom, Jesse briefly thought back to
Steve's comment, the one that had started this whole thing.
Someday, the doctor reflected, he'd have to teach the detective the
difference between "bored" and "horny."
Someday... but not today.
on the High Seas
Jesse Travis squinted into the Mediterranean sun.
It was a beautiful day on the high seas, with sunlight sparkling on the
crystal blue water, a soft breeze ruffling the strands of blond hair that had
escaped from the tied binding at the base of his neck.
was a beautiful day all right… but no day was a beautiful day to die.
young navel officer experienced the bitter taste of defeat.
His ship, the HMSS Azure, had been dispatched from
quite the opposite had happened. His
vessel had located the Sea Wolf's inappropriately named Hammer of Justice
easily enough and a heated battle had been pitched.
Although young for command, Jesse had been
thoroughly trained... not that it did him any good.
The Sea Wolf was a master strategist and noted leader of men.
Jesse's inexperienced sailors were no match for the ruthless pirates
and neither was his ship, an older craft that could not out maneuver the sleek
Hammer. Through no fault of his
own, Jesse had been vanquished and, with him, his crew.
young captain was held easily by his buccaneer captors, watching futilely
while his men were divested of their weapons and held at sword point.
He himself had been stripped of his coat of rank, left wearing only the
tight fitting white pants, vest, and linen shirt that went underneath it.
He was surprised that the pirates weren't slaughtering the beaten
sailors, but he supposed that they were only waiting to make the hapless
prisoners walk the gangplank later on. Feeding
the unlucky men to the sharks was just the type of cowardly act that such
brigands would stoop to.
and catcalls split the air as the pirates ridiculed the cowed captives.
A cloak of silence fell, however, as a tall, blond form entered their
ranks, the crowd of ruffians parting in front of him as if he were Moses
splitting the Red Sea.
Sea Wolf himself.
gulped and then forced a defiant look on his face as the pirate captain
approached. It was difficult to maintain that look as the other man got nearer
and the captured officer was forced to look up... and up...
Sea Wolf was a large brute of a man. A
head taller than Jesse, he was broad shouldered and his skin was tan from
constant exposure to the sun. Hair
bleached nearly as blond as Jesse's, the naval captain couldn't help but
notice how well the corsair filled out his black leather pants, the skintight
material clearly revealing the muscular thighs even as it caressed the taut,
firm buttocks. The pirate's black
silk shirt was open to the waist, revealing an expanse of golden chest dusted
with blond hair... and an earring in his right nipple.
well, well, what do we have here?" The
Sea Wolf asked as he arrived at the spot where Jesse was being held.
"Hasn't the queen sent us a pretty prize?"
crowd of pirates yelled their appreciation and Jesse blushed deeply.
"I'm an officer of the royal navy...."
Sea Wolf braced one leg on an overturned crate, leaning in close to young
Travis and smiling wickedly. "And my captive," the pirate
interrupted. "Which should be concerning you a bit more right at the
moment." The large blond
turned to his first mate, a dark skinned, slender
form that Jesse was shocked to realize belonged to a woman.
"Dispose of the Azure in the usual manner, Manda."
woman nodded briefly, then gestured to Jesse.
"And what about this one?
Send a ransom notice?"
answered before the Sea Wolf could. "I'm
the younger son of a younger son, no one would pay."
The captain firmed his chin, resolved to be honorable to the end.
"I would plead for you spare my men but I know better than to beg
for mercy from a common criminal like you.
I wish to share my men's fate."
Sea Wolf looked amused by his captive's defiance.
"Your crew's fate is to be stripped of all but the most basic
supplies and to have their sails slashed. They'll
be sent back to merry old
Jesse could protest, the Sea Wolf had taken the end of the leather strap that
bound his hands in front of him. The
pirates hooted their approval as their captain led his prize off, much to the
young man's embarrassment. Jesse
had seen the desire in the older man's eyes and despite a brief moment of
responding attraction, he made a last ditch attempt to escape as he was forced
over the plank connecting the two ships. It would better, he thought, to drown
in the sea than be ravished by a pirate.
no, you don't," the Sea Wolf laughed, easily catching the slight young
man around the waist as he attempted to leap into the water.
"You're not escaping your fate that way."
made the rest of the journey to the pirate captain's private cabin slung over
the brawny man's shoulder. It gave
him an unobstructed view of the Sea Wolf's tight buttocks as the other man
moved, the leather leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Jesse closed
his eyes when he found himself mesmerized by the sight.
Sea Wolf kicked open the door and deposited Jesse
on his feet. The young man
immediately scrambled away from his captor, pride hurt by the inelegant way
he'd arrived and by the way the man gently laughed at him. The
naval captain's eyes darted around the enclosed space, his crouch slowly
easing as he took in how elegant it was. Plush
oriental rugs covered the floors, rich tapestries
lined the walls, and the bed....
tore his eyes away from the large bed.
Sea Wolf had barred the door. He
couldn't lock the young man in while inside with him, but he could make it
more difficult for him to get out. While
his prisoner took in his surroundings, the buccaneer poured them each a glass
quite what you expected?" He asked.
shook his head in spite of himself. This
wasn't a room put together by a ruffian aping his betters. This
room showed taste and refinement... true appreciation of the trappings that
decorated it. There was more,
obviously, to the Sea Wolf than met the eye.
suppose the queen told you that I was a pirate and a thief," The Sea Wolf
squared his jaw, determined to resist the man's considerable charisma.
"And a murderer."
she also tell yoou that I'm her brother... he
illegitimate half brother?" At
Jesse's stunned expression, the older man looked at him expectantly.
naval officer sputtered. “That
would mean that you’re....”
I’m Steven Sloan, Her Majesty Caroline’s older sibling.” The Sea Wolf
laughed bitterly. “I was born on the wrong side of the sheets and when our
father, King Mark, died, I was banished to one of the colonies so that I
wouldn't pose a threat to her reign. At
first I was happy enough, but then I realized what horrific conditions the
natives were kept in. Virtual
slaves, most of them, with all of the fruits of their labors benefiting the
realm while their own families starved."
He shook his head and offered Jesse a glass, setting it aside when the
other captain refused with a tense gesture.
"I was raised to serve my country, but it was more than I could
take. We're not pirates as much as
we are liberators, taking back the bounty raped away from the colony and
returning it to its rightful owners."
"A maritime Robin Hood?"
Jesse asked in disbelief. "You
rob from the rich to give to the poor?"
Travis shook his head in disgust. "Next you'll have me believe
that you brought me here to convince me to join you."
Sea Wolf tossed back the rest of his drink and then put the glass on a nearby
mahogany table. "Not
hardly." He smiled
widely. "I brought you here
to ravish you."
younger man backed away a step. "But…
you were just trying to convince me your intentions were noble...."
older man stalked him. "They
are, with regards to the colony. But
you… you were caught fair and square. Spoils
of an unofficial war, if you will."
Jesse had been backed to the wall and could retreat no farther.
The smaller man held his ground while the Sea Wolf pinned him there
with a brawny arm on either side of his body.
"Mine to do with as I please…"
pirate bent in and kissed Jesse thoroughly.
When he withdrew, the young man looked at him breathlessly, ripe mouth
open and eyes dazed. "Now,
tell me, pet, that you don't want this too."
The pirate rubbed his thigh along the younger man's, brushing up
against the hardness the naval officer's tight pants could not begin to hide.
"Your body says something different…."
up the lithe young form of his captive, the pirate captain turned to bed,
depositing his treasure gently on the satin sheets.
thought it odd that the bed was shaking so, but perhaps it was just the
tremors of his heart, swept away by a passion that he could not explain and
was helpless to deny....
JESSE, WAKE UP!! ++++
Jesse Travis blinked up into the amused eyes of his lover, Detective Steve
Sloan, who had just shook him awake.
young man was on the couch in the Sloan residence, Steve was perched on the
edge, looking down at his mate fondly. “You
fall asleep waiting for me, babe?”
blinked at his surroundings, halfway expecting silk and satin.
“Yeah, I guess so.” He
shifted on the couch, revealing a book tucked under his hip.
observant, Steve picked up the paperback.
“’Whisper I Love You’?” The detective asked.
“Jess, you were reading a romance novel?”
Jesse took the thin book from him. “We
found this working on a case, remember? I
was just doing some background research.”
shook his head fondly, then got up and offered a hand to the smaller man. When
Jesse took it, he pulled his sleepy lover off the couch and wrapped an arm
around his waist. “You looked like you were dreaming when I came in, was it
a good one?”
yeah,” Jesse purred as Steve led him towards the bedroom.
“There was this pirate and a sweet young officer….”
older man lifted one eyebrow in skepticism. “’Sweet
young officer’? Isn’t that an oxymoron?”
had to be there.” Jesse responded earnestly.
smiled; he had a feeling who the officer
represented. “What about the
pirate – was he good looking?”
Jesse said firmly. “He looked
like you in leather pants.”
“Really? Tell me more,”
Steve said as the duo disappeared into the bedroom....
Where it proved to be a very interesting
bedtime story indeed.
A Cure for the Common Cuddle
"I am going to die." Steve Sloan moaned as he flopped back against his pillow.
"Oh, I think you'll live," his lover cheerfully disagreed with him. "You just feel like you want to die." Dr. Jesse Travis was perched on the edge of the suffering man's bed, looking at the thermometer he'd just removed from Steve's mouth. "You'll probably get worse before you feel any better too."
Steve glared at him. "Did anyone ever tell you that your beddide manner leaved a lot to be dedired?"
"No," Jesse looked up and waggled his eyebrows at the older man. "In fact, I've been told that my bedside manner is pretty darn impressive."
"In your dreamd," Steve grumped, then nodded at the thermometer. "What'd my temp?"
"Dee, I told you I wad running a fever," the detective huffed.
"A low-grade one, but yeah," Jesse agreed. "That sometimes happens with a cold, it's nothing to worry about."
"A cold? I've never been thid dick with judt a cold." Steve would have protested more but then his face screwed up in a grimace. Jesse knew that expression and made a hasty grab for a tissue, thrusting it into Steve's hand before the nasal explosion. "AH-CHEW!" The big man wiped his nose and looked at Jesse as though the whole thing were the younger man's fault. "At leadt that time I really did dneede. It'd worde when they back up, maked my whole fade dwell."
"I know what you mean, sometimes not sneezing is a lot worse than sneezing" the doctor sympathized, but his words were cut off as his lover began to hack.
Jesse patiently handed Steve another tissue, looking almost amused as the older man looked at what he'd coughed up.
"Green?" Steve said, waving the soiled wad in Dr. Travis' face. "Id it duppoded to be green?"
Despite his baby face, the short blond was a doctor and wasn't phased by the sight. He saw much worse on an hourly basis at the hospital. "It's yellowish green and, yeah, that's within normal parameters." He reached out and brushed the limp hair from Steve's forehead. "You've got a cold, tough guy. It's not nearly as bad as being shot, you know."
"Thand for the dympathy, Jedde," The detective brought out his formidable glower again. "My node id red and pealing. My eyed are dripping, my node id dripping, and I judt coughed up a piede of lung. I hope I'm not boring you."
With that, Steve turned over, giving his lover a good look at his back.
Jesse blinked, surprised at Steve's behavior. What the heck was going on with him? Steve was usually downright cavalier about his health; he'd never seen him be such a baby about a little thing as a cold before. In fact, most of the time he thought that Steve was convinced that his name was Steve Stoic and not Steve Sloan.
"Don't wet me keep you from domething important…"
One of the junior doctors on the ER staff, Jesse had been putting a lot of hours in lately. Not only was Steve feeling sick, odds were that he was feeling sick and neglected. No wonder he was pouting. A part of Jesse felt guilty but a small piece of him was secretly glad. He'd never had a lover miss him before, let alone be petulant about it. It was a new experience and one that he found himself enjoying. A muffled sniff came from the bed and Jesse's guilty side reared its lovely head. Obviously, Steve wasn't enjoying it and it was time to make the other man feel better.
Toeing off his shoes, Jesse curled himself around the bigger man. "But I am doing something important."
Jesse snuggled his face into the small of Steve's back. This was a reversal of their usual position, but a lot safer regarding Jesse getting snot in his hair from Steve's runny nose. "Yup. When you're dad told me you were sick, I arranged to take the next couple of days off. Danielle owes me a few shifts and I just told her I had a more important patient to take care of." He struggled to wrap his arms around Steve's prone body and was relieved to feel his lover relax into the embrace. When Steve's hands came down to cover his own and give a little squeeze, he knew that he'd been forgiven. "Just think of me as your own personal hot water bottle."
"Hmmm… feeld good," Steve murmured, already half asleep.
"Go ahead, big guy, take a nap," Jesse whispered, wiggling until he was in a position to kiss the back of Steve's neck, "I'll be here when you wake up."
And he was. With luck, he always would be.
~ the end ~
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