FIC: Outside, Looking In (Riptide)
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Title: Outside, Looking In
Author: Caro Dee
Fandom: Riptide
Pairing: Nick/Cody, Murray autoerotica
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I'm not making any profit.
Notes: This story was written as a grateful thank you to Arouette, my current webmistress, for her friendship over the past year. I'd also like to thank Catyah for the wonderful beta.
Something woke Murray up out of a sound sleep and he lay there in his bunk blinking myopically into the dark. The Riptide swayed gently and made the usual creaking, boat-at-night sounds.
He heard a moan and was instantly, totally, awake. Never mind that he'd gone to bed exhausted after a rough case, adrenaline surged through him and lit every circuit on his board.
The moan came again and Murray shivered.
"Oh God, Nick, please, please..."
Sound carried clearly on the Riptide, a fact that Murray had discovered his very first night on board. Despite being at opposite ends of the boat, something about the ventilation system and the night time silence brought the murmurs of the other two into Murray's sleeping space. That was how he'd also, to his real shock, discovered that his friends, Nick and Cody, were lovers. Obviously, they were unaware of how clearly he could hear their lovemaking. Too embarrassed to say anything, Murray had kept his mouth shut the next morning and every night after that. Jamming a pillow over his ears had muffled most of the sounds and he had been content with that.
But that was then and this was now.
"Oh yes! Please, yes..."
Trembling fingers undid the buttons on his pajama top and he pulled it off and tossed it heedlessly over the side of the bed. The bottoms followed. Murray pushed the covers down to mid-thigh and reached for his cock, feeling it swell and grow in his hand. For a few moments, he savored the transformation from limp, albeit useful, appendage to this hard, urgent rod capable of giving him so much pleasure. Even at his age, he still felt some of the same open-mouthed wonder he'd felt when he first discovered the secret of sex.
Then Cody moaned again and existential astonishment took a dim second place to the matter at hand. A few slow pulls at his cock already had Murray breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut, and ears totally focused on the sounds coming from the ventilation shaft.
"Ah ah, yesss. That's it. So good. Don't stop."
Cody's voice was low and dreamy. Nick was silent, and Murray visualized them -- Cody lying naked and writhing, with the heavier, darker man lying between his thighs, head bobbing up and down. Murray gasped silently and sped his hand up to match the imagined rhythm of the blowjob.
"Oh God. Oh God! Love your mouth so much."
Oh God. Murray snuck his hand under the pillow to pull out the tube of vaseline he kept there. Hurriedly, he squeezed out a dollop into his hand, awkwardly capped and returned the tube to its hiding place. He smeared the lubricant on his cock and savored the way his hand glided over the heated skin. No, it wasn't his hand. It was... it was Nick's mouth. Murray's eyes were closed but if he opened them and looked down, he'd see Nick lying between his legs, mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. Oh sweet Jesus, Nick was sucking his cock and it felt so goddamned good. Murray pulled the edge of the pillow up and bit into it to keep from sobbing out loud.
"No, no, No! Don't stop, you jerk," Cody complained, laughter in his voice.
Murray slowed down, caressing his cock gently with the tips of his greasy fingers. He didn't want to come too soon. If Nick was planning to make it last....
Silence and then a deep, lazy chuckle from Nick. "Shh, Cody. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I always take care of you."
Yes. Murray could testify to that. Nick always took care of Cody. Then Cody took care of Nick. Every night. And in the morning, both men would smile, happy, secret smiles meant just for each other. Murray would stare down at the oh-so-fascinating eggs on his plate and swallow the lump in his throat.
It wasn't like he was jealous or grudging... jeesh, they were his best friends and he really was happy for them. Really. It was just... He'd always been interested in girls, because that was the way things were. But now it was like he'd eaten the apple and couldn't not know what he knew now. Listening to them every night made it clear that what they were doing felt really good. He couldn't help speculating -- brains were made to think, right? -- and noticing that both men were really quite attractive, even if you weren't into guys. He'd lie there at night, gritting his teeth, hear a particularly vivid moan and his mind just went there, okay? Who was doing what to whom? It was an absorbing puzzle, made all the more intense by the throbbing of his cock. He'd tried not to, because he'd die if Nick and Cody ever found out, but it wasn't long before he was touching himself there in the dark, knuckles stuffed into his mouth to keep quiet through the intense orgasms.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it, baby. You look so beautiful like that. Love you so much."
Nick and Cody were in love. Any idiot could see that. There just wasn't room for anyone else. Not that they ever made Murray not feel a part of the team. Maybe even a favored kid brother. One they joked with, hung out with, even respected in that casual, jock way that Murray had never been part of before. But they'd never indicated once that they'd looked at him as a man they'd be interested in. Never checked him out.
Every once in a while, he'd get this odd impulse to yell at them, "Look at me! I'm standing right here and I'm a man just like you! I love and I lust and I have a lot to offer someone." Whenever he got to that point, he generally tried to go away for a weekend, attend a convention somewhere and connect with friends. It calmed him and he came back content with his life again. He'd happily settle back into the routine, secure in his importance to his friends, enjoying the odd puzzles their cases brought him, and just generally loving where he'd ended up in life.
Sometimes, Murray thought he might be just a little bit in love with Nick and Cody, but that way lay heartbreak and he didn't want to go there. Attraction (if pushed, he might even admit to a crush), on the other hand, was familiar and manageable, not to mention down right pleasurable.
"Nick, please, please...."
Not for the first time, Murray cursed his hyperactive brain and told it to please shut up and let him concentrate on his body instead.
"Sorry, baby. You're so fucking beautiful. I gotta be inside you right now, Cody. Please, baby, let me fuck you."
Hot and cold chills ran through Murray's body and he shivered in excitement. They didn't do this every night. The whole idea of it... Oh yeahhh. Ears straining for the sounds of shifting and murmurs as Nick and Cody rearranged themselves, Murray rolled over onto his stomach, both hands underneath him.
Murray had read up about this, both scientific research and erotica. He'd wanted to know what they were doing, what it felt like. Right now, Nick was preparing Cody, stretching and lubing him down there. Murray's cock twitched hard, but he held still, waiting. And there it was...
"Nick!"
"So tight, so sweet. Oh God, baby."
Murray thrust forward into the close, hot grip of his slick right hand and the hard, tight circle of his left thumb and forefinger mocking the grip of the entrance muscle... Cody's incredible, beautiful ass. He gasped into the pillow and pulled out, thrust in again. Yes, yes, yes!
Behind his shuttered eyes, he saw Cody lying face down beneath him, head thrown back in pleasure, the honey hair sweaty and tangled, the sweet, bony knob at the base of his neck that he wanted to kiss. Cody was going wild, his hips pushing up to meet his thrusts. Murray could hear the straining moans, the rhythmic grunting. He bit the pillow harder and fucked Cody like a crazy man. So good, so good. He could feel the pressure coiling and building.
No words, just sounds, the beautiful, intense expression of their pleasure flying through the ventilation shaft and through his ears straight down to his cock. Nick and Cody and Murray all urgently fucking their way toward the finish line together. Murray's hips were slamming forward faster and faster into the sweet heat of... Cody's ass. It was coming; he heard it coming in the voices.
Then his orgasm slammed into him, sweet and piercing. His rhythm faltered as his back arched and he stiffened, driving his hips forward one last time into his grip, feeling the deep inner clenching that sent one incredible, ecstatic spurt after another through his delighted cock. Murray's face was buried in the pillow to muffle his voice, but Nick and Cody's helpless moaning voiced Murray's pleasure for him.
Murray collapsed and lay there, panting for breath. He listened the sounds of the guys murmuring and settling down. Their love came through clearly and was sweet to hear, but it made him feel so lonely. Lately, he always seemed to feel that way after the sex was over. It would be so nice to have somebody to hold and fall asleep with right now.
With a quiet sigh, Murray heaved himself up and grabbed some tissues to wipe up the mess. He leaned over the bed and reached for his discarded pajamas, slowly struggling into them. As he lay there, feeling the sated thrumming of his body and listening to the silence from his sleeping friends, a thought suddenly came to him.
'I want a boyfriend.'
Murray blinked in astonishment. A boyfriend? He tried to imagine himself going out on a date with a guy, walking on the beach at night, kissing him, bringing him home. It... wasn't that hard to imagine. Huh. Well, why not? It wasn't like Nick and Cody would be shocked. Hey, they could even double date. Snickering at the image, Murray rolled over and promptly fell asleep.
Well, that's it. I've shot my rareslash wad. Hope it was good for you too. I'll be back if/when I write my next rareslash and, in the meantime, I'll happily be reading yours.
Title: Outside, Looking In
Author: Caro Dee
Fandom: Riptide
Pairing: Nick/Cody, Murray autoerotica
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I'm not making any profit.
Notes: This story was written as a grateful thank you to Arouette, my current webmistress, for her friendship over the past year. I'd also like to thank Catyah for the wonderful beta.
Something woke Murray up out of a sound sleep and he lay there in his bunk blinking myopically into the dark. The Riptide swayed gently and made the usual creaking, boat-at-night sounds.
He heard a moan and was instantly, totally, awake. Never mind that he'd gone to bed exhausted after a rough case, adrenaline surged through him and lit every circuit on his board.
The moan came again and Murray shivered.
"Oh God, Nick, please, please..."
Sound carried clearly on the Riptide, a fact that Murray had discovered his very first night on board. Despite being at opposite ends of the boat, something about the ventilation system and the night time silence brought the murmurs of the other two into Murray's sleeping space. That was how he'd also, to his real shock, discovered that his friends, Nick and Cody, were lovers. Obviously, they were unaware of how clearly he could hear their lovemaking. Too embarrassed to say anything, Murray had kept his mouth shut the next morning and every night after that. Jamming a pillow over his ears had muffled most of the sounds and he had been content with that.
But that was then and this was now.
"Oh yes! Please, yes..."
Trembling fingers undid the buttons on his pajama top and he pulled it off and tossed it heedlessly over the side of the bed. The bottoms followed. Murray pushed the covers down to mid-thigh and reached for his cock, feeling it swell and grow in his hand. For a few moments, he savored the transformation from limp, albeit useful, appendage to this hard, urgent rod capable of giving him so much pleasure. Even at his age, he still felt some of the same open-mouthed wonder he'd felt when he first discovered the secret of sex.
Then Cody moaned again and existential astonishment took a dim second place to the matter at hand. A few slow pulls at his cock already had Murray breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut, and ears totally focused on the sounds coming from the ventilation shaft.
"Ah ah, yesss. That's it. So good. Don't stop."
Cody's voice was low and dreamy. Nick was silent, and Murray visualized them -- Cody lying naked and writhing, with the heavier, darker man lying between his thighs, head bobbing up and down. Murray gasped silently and sped his hand up to match the imagined rhythm of the blowjob.
"Oh God. Oh God! Love your mouth so much."
Oh God. Murray snuck his hand under the pillow to pull out the tube of vaseline he kept there. Hurriedly, he squeezed out a dollop into his hand, awkwardly capped and returned the tube to its hiding place. He smeared the lubricant on his cock and savored the way his hand glided over the heated skin. No, it wasn't his hand. It was... it was Nick's mouth. Murray's eyes were closed but if he opened them and looked down, he'd see Nick lying between his legs, mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. Oh sweet Jesus, Nick was sucking his cock and it felt so goddamned good. Murray pulled the edge of the pillow up and bit into it to keep from sobbing out loud.
"No, no, No! Don't stop, you jerk," Cody complained, laughter in his voice.
Murray slowed down, caressing his cock gently with the tips of his greasy fingers. He didn't want to come too soon. If Nick was planning to make it last....
Silence and then a deep, lazy chuckle from Nick. "Shh, Cody. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I always take care of you."
Yes. Murray could testify to that. Nick always took care of Cody. Then Cody took care of Nick. Every night. And in the morning, both men would smile, happy, secret smiles meant just for each other. Murray would stare down at the oh-so-fascinating eggs on his plate and swallow the lump in his throat.
It wasn't like he was jealous or grudging... jeesh, they were his best friends and he really was happy for them. Really. It was just... He'd always been interested in girls, because that was the way things were. But now it was like he'd eaten the apple and couldn't not know what he knew now. Listening to them every night made it clear that what they were doing felt really good. He couldn't help speculating -- brains were made to think, right? -- and noticing that both men were really quite attractive, even if you weren't into guys. He'd lie there at night, gritting his teeth, hear a particularly vivid moan and his mind just went there, okay? Who was doing what to whom? It was an absorbing puzzle, made all the more intense by the throbbing of his cock. He'd tried not to, because he'd die if Nick and Cody ever found out, but it wasn't long before he was touching himself there in the dark, knuckles stuffed into his mouth to keep quiet through the intense orgasms.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it, baby. You look so beautiful like that. Love you so much."
Nick and Cody were in love. Any idiot could see that. There just wasn't room for anyone else. Not that they ever made Murray not feel a part of the team. Maybe even a favored kid brother. One they joked with, hung out with, even respected in that casual, jock way that Murray had never been part of before. But they'd never indicated once that they'd looked at him as a man they'd be interested in. Never checked him out.
Every once in a while, he'd get this odd impulse to yell at them, "Look at me! I'm standing right here and I'm a man just like you! I love and I lust and I have a lot to offer someone." Whenever he got to that point, he generally tried to go away for a weekend, attend a convention somewhere and connect with friends. It calmed him and he came back content with his life again. He'd happily settle back into the routine, secure in his importance to his friends, enjoying the odd puzzles their cases brought him, and just generally loving where he'd ended up in life.
Sometimes, Murray thought he might be just a little bit in love with Nick and Cody, but that way lay heartbreak and he didn't want to go there. Attraction (if pushed, he might even admit to a crush), on the other hand, was familiar and manageable, not to mention down right pleasurable.
"Nick, please, please...."
Not for the first time, Murray cursed his hyperactive brain and told it to please shut up and let him concentrate on his body instead.
"Sorry, baby. You're so fucking beautiful. I gotta be inside you right now, Cody. Please, baby, let me fuck you."
Hot and cold chills ran through Murray's body and he shivered in excitement. They didn't do this every night. The whole idea of it... Oh yeahhh. Ears straining for the sounds of shifting and murmurs as Nick and Cody rearranged themselves, Murray rolled over onto his stomach, both hands underneath him.
Murray had read up about this, both scientific research and erotica. He'd wanted to know what they were doing, what it felt like. Right now, Nick was preparing Cody, stretching and lubing him down there. Murray's cock twitched hard, but he held still, waiting. And there it was...
"Nick!"
"So tight, so sweet. Oh God, baby."
Murray thrust forward into the close, hot grip of his slick right hand and the hard, tight circle of his left thumb and forefinger mocking the grip of the entrance muscle... Cody's incredible, beautiful ass. He gasped into the pillow and pulled out, thrust in again. Yes, yes, yes!
Behind his shuttered eyes, he saw Cody lying face down beneath him, head thrown back in pleasure, the honey hair sweaty and tangled, the sweet, bony knob at the base of his neck that he wanted to kiss. Cody was going wild, his hips pushing up to meet his thrusts. Murray could hear the straining moans, the rhythmic grunting. He bit the pillow harder and fucked Cody like a crazy man. So good, so good. He could feel the pressure coiling and building.
No words, just sounds, the beautiful, intense expression of their pleasure flying through the ventilation shaft and through his ears straight down to his cock. Nick and Cody and Murray all urgently fucking their way toward the finish line together. Murray's hips were slamming forward faster and faster into the sweet heat of... Cody's ass. It was coming; he heard it coming in the voices.
Then his orgasm slammed into him, sweet and piercing. His rhythm faltered as his back arched and he stiffened, driving his hips forward one last time into his grip, feeling the deep inner clenching that sent one incredible, ecstatic spurt after another through his delighted cock. Murray's face was buried in the pillow to muffle his voice, but Nick and Cody's helpless moaning voiced Murray's pleasure for him.
Murray collapsed and lay there, panting for breath. He listened the sounds of the guys murmuring and settling down. Their love came through clearly and was sweet to hear, but it made him feel so lonely. Lately, he always seemed to feel that way after the sex was over. It would be so nice to have somebody to hold and fall asleep with right now.
With a quiet sigh, Murray heaved himself up and grabbed some tissues to wipe up the mess. He leaned over the bed and reached for his discarded pajamas, slowly struggling into them. As he lay there, feeling the sated thrumming of his body and listening to the silence from his sleeping friends, a thought suddenly came to him.
'I want a boyfriend.'
Murray blinked in astonishment. A boyfriend? He tried to imagine himself going out on a date with a guy, walking on the beach at night, kissing him, bringing him home. It... wasn't that hard to imagine. Huh. Well, why not? It wasn't like Nick and Cody would be shocked. Hey, they could even double date. Snickering at the image, Murray rolled over and promptly fell asleep.
Well, that's it. I've shot my rareslash wad. Hope it was good for you too. I'll be back if/when I write my next rareslash and, in the meantime, I'll happily be reading yours.
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Ummm...
Date: 2005-01-12 03:13 am (UTC)...if I actually tell you I did it for the website practice and that your updates take so damn long because I stop to read *all* your stuff, you'd stop giving me Riptide fic, wouldn't you?
Heck.
:D Cheers, Arouette
Re: Ummm...
Date: 2005-01-12 09:44 am (UTC)The updates are taking damn long? Really? Coulda fooled me. *g*