Chapter 9: N.I.N.E. (Nubile, Interesting Naked Entertainment)
A/N: WE HAVE FIXED THE LINKS
Okay- first, a colossal apology to the good people that read us for the MONUMENTAL lateness of the post. We had some RL drama with graduating and taking a long vacation/hiatus (this chapter was written largely on planes, trains, and automobiles), and then Teakettle drove off to start college. We had some Silly!Internet!Drahma (Scone's personal word for things too inherently ridiculous to actually be classified as real drama) involving Teakettle's first flame war and angry, angry people who think Dan Brown's work is the pinnacle of English literature. If Harold Bloom shows up on their doorsteps, full of indignant Literature!Rage to sexually harass them, as is his wont, it is simple justice. But needless to say, we have survived, and are back to post the PG 13 portion of what we have come to lovingly call 'THE SEX Chapter.' If you want the full, unedited version, go here:
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"Not that I'm complaining," Four said as he clamped his short legs tighter around One's waist as the two shuffled across the living room awkwardly, aiming for Nigel's bedroom door, "but this is a rather sudden and unexpected coming about. You're not going to 'deny me in the morning' and all that, are you?" Wally punctuated the somewhat anxious question with a chaste peck, at odds with his simultaneous grinding against the other boy, who stumbled a bit and let out a startled gasp. If Wally had anything to say about it, Nigel would be so tired from the night's activities he wouldn't be able to get up in the morning, and Wally intended to leave some pretty tangible, undeniable physical evidence as collateral.
Nigel capitalized on the kiss, worrying Wally's lower lip gently with his lips and tongue. Thus his "Not really, and not a chance," came out somewhat muffled, and he had to relinquish the object of his oral fixation in order to repeat himself clearly.
"Haven't I told you before?" Nigel grinned. "I'm a man of action."
Four repeated his earlier grind, sensing the 'action' that generated. "I see," he repeated with a mocking, over the top syrupy tone to his voice. "And here I thought you were a man of intense repression and heterosexual action," he snarked.
"Err, yes." One blushed, "But then I was knocked senseless by emotional epiphany." Nigel set Wally down on the bed, but remained standing. Wally scrambled up onto his knees, in lithe, wiggling movements that shot little tendrils of lust pulsating through Nigel's body. The normal intensity of Wally's green eyes was muted as he gazed up through his thick fringe of lashes at his commander.
"A Commander is chosen for the position because the individual in question possesses the ability to access risks and formulate a strategy in a split second. When faced with the risk of loosing you someday- to another person, who would replace me in your priorities, to the different paths our lives could take, it became clear to me that such a risk was totally unacceptable." One pulled off his glasses slowly, revealing a tense, vulnerable expression. With slow, absurd precision he folded them and laid them neatly on the bedside table.
"All my teammates are my friends, and I love them dearly. But if the team should drift apart, I can see how my life might still manage to be rewarding and happy, even if we were no longer important to each other." Nigel sat down on the bed beside Four, who swiveled to face him. "You aren't…" One gulped, "You're not expendable. I love our friends… but I need you. And," he blushed, "And I want you. Everything you do is charming, and amusing and special to me."
Nigel ran a tentative palm along Wally's downy, warm cheek, noting absently that his friend hadn't yet begun to shave. The smoothness of the flesh was tempting, and his hand slipped almost unbidden to the sensitive nape of Four's neck. Four let out a sweet, obliging little whimper of response, eyes fixed on One's. One dropped his over-eager hand, and began again. He felt he had to explain himself properly.
"For a long time now, we've been best friends. I've loved you in a way that's comfortable and perfect. Tonight, when I really thought about the future, I knew that indecision and denial were just wasting our time. What we have is so good. How could anything that deepened, prolonged it not be right?"
Four's face was flushed blood red with embarrassment. "You- you decided this in a few minutes on the couch?" He stammered jokingly to cover how touched he felt.
"I've been deciding it for years, Four." Nigel corrected, putting gentle pressure on Wally's shoulder to encourage him to lie down. Four complied almost without realizing he was doing so, repositioning himself so as to lie on the bed properly. One rested over the smaller boy's waist, a hand curving under and around one of Wally's pronounced hips possessively. "But the couch was a fantastic catalyst." Nigel smirked down at his soldier. "Perhaps you'd like to try it again and see what else I realize?"
Four's small hand drifted slowly up Nigel's bare arm.
"I've always been the small one," he muttered, eyes on his wandering hand, avoiding Nigel's face, "And the stupid one. All the adults thought so. I frequently felt left out. I never though I was as important to you as Abby, never understood why when anyone paid special attention to me. It made me nervous. I blushed, stammered, looked an idiot. I love you for a million reasons," His eyes finally met Nigel's. "But why would you decide on me? Why-"
Nigel interrupted the Wally's musings with a swooping kiss. One rose again, beginning to work off Four's belt and pull off the boy's top. "Because you're perfect. Because you're loyal. Because you're smarter than people give you credit for, fierce and no-bullshit and funny. Because you're mine." He plucked at Wally's pants and shivered when the other boy lifted those fine hips he so admired to facilitate his ministrations. Nigel's eyes closed as the sharp clicks of the descending zipper, the tab of which he delicately pinched and pulled, were followed by the intimate rasp of denim peeling off soft skin and rough knees, across strong calves to pool at the ankles before being unceremoniously kicked off.
"I'll say it again. I have always valued you beyond all others. You are my best friend. You are the man I love. If you ever find yourself in doubt of your own worth again, come to me, and I'll do all I have to in order to prove it to you."
Wally lacked Nigel's intoxicating, slow deliberation, but he made up for it with excess raw passion. He tore at Nigel's shirt, saying nothing in response to One's declaration, but communicating entirely with his hands. He yanked the red t-shirt over Nigel's head, just missing giving the taller boy whiplash. He ripped at the snaps of Nigel's shorts, growling at the barriers between them, willing the clothes to slide off faster than was physically possible.
He bucked under One, who almost seemed to mewl, and used Nigel's seconds of limp enervation to grab fistfuls of the shorts, working them down around the other boy's sock covered feet.
"God, Wally!"
"Don't talk." Wally hissed. "Just let me get this obnoxious shit off your body."
Nigel couldn't help snickering a bit as he complied. "It's called clothing, Four."
Wally, all business, peeled off One's socks and dispatched with the shorts, tossing them into a dark corner of the room, which was illuminated only by the pool hall light over Nigel's navy bed. In the dark, film-noir lighting, the bedcovers looked black, and Nigel blazed before Four, tan- no, golden. Four ran his tongue across his lips.
"They're called slow torture." He plucked, ever so gently, at the elastic of One's briefs. Wally's expression was suddenly less self-assured- it begged for permission. Nigel's willing smile turned into a lascivious smirk in the dim light. One nodded.
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(Remove the spaces from that. Sorry to break it up, FFN is just not big on the posting of the URLs, but we figure this is the lesser of the two evils when compared with screwing with their no tolerance rating policy.) The extended version of the chapter is sexier, and on the whole (bad!pun) funnier. However, we don't really want to loose our rating slot, or our FFN accounts, so rather than trying to skirt the notice of the all-seeing censors, we leave it to you the enlightened readers to decide whether you're interested in the Complete Exploits. Regular publishing on FFN will continue as normal, resuming with what comes after the shenanigans. Expect the next chapter in roughly a week. Thanks for reading, guys! Seriously, much love to the people! We're nearly done!