This is an idea that has been rolling around in my head for a couple of weeks now. I haven’t really had time to write it, but after reading everyone’s awesome Black Pearl submissions, I couldn’t resist. This is a very rough draft and I am considering a second part about what happens of Nick and Zane’s weekend together.
Title: What If?
By: Turtlycute
Words: 897
Rating: This is pretty PG; there is some drinking and illegal cigar smoking.
Characters: Ty Grady, Kelly Abbott, Nick O’Flaherty, and Zane Garrett
Summary: This takes place sometime in the future, after Team Sidewinder’s deployment is over and Nick and Kelly are an established couple. Ty and Kelly contemplate “what if,” while Zane and Nick are enjoying a weekend away.
Credit: The characters Ty, Zane, Nick, and Kelly that are portrayed here are not my creation. They are the creation and property of Abigail Roux and Madeleine Urban.
What If?
The weather had been mild for October. On this particular fall evening, Ty and his Recon buddy Kelly are enjoying a couple of Cubans on Ty’s deck.
“I can’t believe it took those guys 6 games to realize that we were hustling them.” Kelly chuckled and then blew a perfect smoke ring.
“Well, they had been mixing their booze for a while before they “challenged” us. Their judgment was kinda impaired.” Ty responded.
“I have a feeling they didn’t have the best judgment to begin with. And did you just do quotey fingers?” Kelly said, while gesturing wildly with his hands. “You and Garrett have been a couple for so long you are parroting each other. Scary.”
“Shut-up.”
“So, what do you think they are doing now? It was really great of you to get Zane reservations for The Zombie Apocalypse Weekend. I hope they are having the same weather we are. You know how cranky Nick gets when it rains.” Kelly blew a few more smoke rings, and then took a sip from his beer.
“I’m just glad Zane wanted to take Nick with him instead of me. Zane’s been prepping for this for over a month. They’ve both been studying maps of the site and discussing possible scenarios. Zane has been tracking the weather forecast for the last two weeks, worrying about this weekend. The last report that Stormy the Weather Bunny gave me, said that they could expect clear skies. The perfect weather for mowing down zombies with paint balls.” Ty smirked as he remembered how much Zane had loved that new nickname.
They sat in silence for a while, both enjoying the scent of cigars mixed with fall leaves that perfumed the air. It was moments like this, that Ty realized how much he missed Team Sidewinder. Now that they had all officially been discharged, they didn’t get together as a group as often as they used to. But that was okay, they were all busy forging lives without the cloud of redeployment hanging over them.
Kelly started staring intently at his beer bottle, carefully pealing the label off with his thumbnail. Ty knew there was something on Kelly’s mind. With Kelly this intoxicated, T knew if he waited long enough, Kelly would spill all. Ty started counting down from 100 in his head. He bet himself Kelly wouldn’t make it to 30. As Ty reached 32, Kelly cleared his throat and hesitantly began to speak.
“O and Zane seemed closer the other night at dinner. This zombie thing seems to have really bonded them. I’m glad, because the walking dead were getting real old real, fast with me.” Kelly said, still fascinated with his now clean beer bottle. “Seeing them together like that… Do you ever think about what they would be like, you know, together?”
Ty froze. He could do nothing but stare at Kelly, as seconds ticked away. “You don’t think that they would…could…Kelly, they wouldn’t, not ever.”
“No, I trust Nick and I know how hard you and Zane have worked to get where you are. I just mean, have you ever imagined what they would be like together? I couldn’t sleep last night thinking of them alone, together, in the woods, together.”
Ty lowered his head, avoiding Kelly’s inquisitive eyes, and nodded. “Yeah, I’ve thought of it, I’ve even had a few dreams about it. It would be…hot.” Ty replied, with a husky tone.
“Yeah, hotter than the surface of the sun hot. Even though Zane is bigger, I think Nick would dominate him. Nick likes to be in charge.” Kelly spoke almost as if to himself.
“Zane would probably be okay with that, he’s more about the power struggle than who wins.” Ty replied with the same soft tone.
Ty and Kelly just sat there in complete stillness for awhile. Both men were lost in their own thoughts; thinking hard about what the other had said. Finally, after several minutes of quiet, Kelly jumped up, hurriedly put out his cigar, guzzled the last of his beer, and announced “I gotta get to bed, I mean to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” He rushed back into the house, like he was hoping to beat a land speed record.
Ty just stayed where he was for a few more moments, he knew how Kelly was feeling. He had no doubts that one of those dreams was making an appearance tonight.
This day was my hardest. My sim world is limited. I don't write fanfic to share. I don't manipulate pictures. I can't get my students to...wait. They can do something. Something clever. And Columbus Day is Monday. That could...that could work.
May I present my major class project for the last two weeks.
I gave them three different possibilities for materials like milk cartons, popsicle sticks, and egg cartons. They were not limited to that, and they could not use a professional model. They were given complete artist freedom to decorate the boat, though I did suggest a few styles like military, hello kitty, dragon, steampunk (they did not know what that was). So Friday it was due, and every kid save two brought a boat in and they were fabulous.
Our military boats. That one kid used an inhaler as a periscope.
Pirate boats led by a lego batman and his crew.
Fabulous rainbow sparkle boats. That is a compass on the front of the zebra print one.
See. I did not even suggest it, and yet Ty got a boat. A zebra print with decorative shell-edged boat. ::snicker::
Quite a few Columbus ships. I thought they kind of looked like red cross ships for Kelly.
They really did a good job.
The party boats. This one had four participants. Well hello, Bratts doll Ty, Zane, Nick, and Kelly.
This boat was my favorite. It was so pretty and made from milk cartons. Oh, and all the boats floated. I was a proud teacher. They did good.
Summary: Convinced by his partner to go on a blind date with the visiting FBI agent, Detective Nick O'Flaherty has a much better time than he'd anticipated.
Warnings: Sex. Lots of rough sex.
Credits: Imagery by ShiveringPsyche; Words by TristinaWright
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The date had gone well in Nick’s mind. He had to admit he hadn’t had high hopes when his well-meaning partner on the force had set him up with the visiting FBI agent.
“You need to get out more,” she’d said.
“I get out plenty,” Nick had retorted without looking up from his paperwork.
“Drinking with me or by yourself is not getting out and you know it.” She’d sat on the edge of his desk and turned his chair with her foot, forcing him to look up at her. “Come on. He’s got that rugged, dangerous vibe you like so much.”
Nick had pushed her foot away and shaken his head with a laugh even as heat crawled up the back of his neck. “Remind me never to do shots with you again. I talk too much.”
She’d laughed and tossed an embossed business card on the desk. “He’s staying at a hotel downtown. He’ll be here until the case is closed. Have some fun, O’Flaherty.”
Nick had run his fingers over the raised block lettering on the card. FBI Special Agent Zane Z. Garrett. A hastily scrawled number was on the back. “You asked him for his phone number?”
She had winked as she headed back to her own desk. “Nope, you did.”
“I hate you.”
“We’ll discuss your undying devotion to me after you get laid.”
Now, Nick’s side hurt from laughing and he was in danger of choking on his Guinness as Zane drawled off another really horrible pun with an impressively straight face.
“That was so bad,” Nick managed around his laughter.
Zane grinned, laugh lines crinkling the corners of his dark eyes. “I know. So wrong.” He finished off his water and raised his eyebrows at Nick. “Another?”
“No, I’m good.” Nick hadn’t asked why Zane didn’t drink and it hadn’t seemed to bother the other man when Nick ordered a beer.
Zane rested his elbows on the table. “At the risk of sounding ridiculously cliché, want to get out of here?”
Nick was nodding before he’d even really registered the question. Something about Zane had flipped Nick’s switch big time and he’d spent most of dinner in increasingly uncomfortable jeans. Maybe it was the dark eyes. Maybe it was the firm handshake at the beginning. Maybe it was the gravel of his voice. Who the fuck knew?
They both reached for the check at the same time. Zane shook his head. “I got this.”
Nick made a negative sound. “Guest in my city, Garrett. Dinner’s on me.”
Zane’s eyes narrowed and he sat back in his seat. “I’ll get dessert then.”
Nick fished out his wallet. “Dessert, huh?” He threw a credit card on the check tray and glanced up to see something almost dark and indefinable pass across Zane’s face. His heart tripped once and he swallowed, keeping his face in the lazy grin he’d worn all through dinner. “Fair enough,” he drawled.
Outside, Nick ran a thumb over his lower lip and glanced toward the water. “My boat’s docked that way.”
Zane arched a brow and nodded. The night was crisp, the wind coming off the water cool. But it did little to dissipate the heat rolling over Nick’s skin. Zane whistled as they approached Nick’s boat. “How do you afford this?”
Nick shrugged a shoulder as he climbed on board. “Pirate treasure.” He gestured to the rest of the boat behind him as he untied the mooring. “Make yourself at home. Mind if I take her out?” He didn’t want to strand Zane on the water if he wasn’t planning on staying for any length of time.
Zane moved toward the stairs. “As long as you don’t mind me staying. I don’t feel like swimming back to shore.”
The mental image of Zane’s long body cutting through the waves made Nick’s mouth dry. “Yeah, water’s cold.”
Zane snorted and disappeared below deck.
A short while later, they were in open water and anchored, the only sounds around them the lap of the water against the fiberglass hull of the boat and the occasional splash of a fish. Nick paused at the wheel, glancing back at the stairs with a frown. He had no idea why he was so nervous. He figured it had something to do with his last date being…a while ago and not going all that well.
He blew out a harsh breath and rolled his neck. “Get it together, Irish.”
Nick thumped down the stairs so Zane would know he was coming. He had no idea what the man had been up to this whole time. Exploring probably. Nick had nothing to hide so he didn’t mind Garrett snooping if he was into such things.
“Zane?”
His voice traveled the length of the salon and returned nothing. Frowning, he moved deeper into the room, heading toward the lamps on the far end. The narrow room was slices of moonlight and shadow, the silence making the hair on Nick’s arms rise. “Garrett?”
Shit, had something happened to him? Great, a date with a hot guy from the FBI ends with the man falling overboard while Nick wasn’t paying attention. Stellar.
Two hands shot out of the darkness and grabbed Nick’s shoulders, spinning him around and slamming him against the wall. The low shelf that ran the length of the room bit into Nick’s back but he didn’t care. His bark of surprise turned into a groan as Zane’s mouth took his, hot and heavy with barely restrained ferocity.
Well, hello, Agent Garrett.
Heat flared in Nick’s chest and rolled outward, driving all the blood in his body to his hips. His brain clicked off and his body clicked on. His hands settled on Zane’s chest, his fingers digging into the hard muscle before he fisted his hands in the fabric and pushed off the wall with his shoulders. He drove Zane backward. Zane made a muffled sound of surprise against Nick’s mouth but his hands slid down his back to the waistband of his pants and snaked under Nick’s shirt. His fingers were rough and calloused against Nick’s skin. Nick liked that. It meant Zane didn’t ride a desk all day long. He wasn’t soft.
No, Zane was far from soft.
Nick gave one final shove which resulted in Zane hitting the couch and landing half-sprawled across the cushions. Nick licked his bottom lip, lingering on the sting where Zane had bit him and smiled down at him. “Now, that’s a pretty sight.”
Those near-black eyes looked up at Nick. His dark curls stuck out in all directions. His dress shirt was wrinkled where Nick had grabbed him. His chest hitched with his deep breaths. Zane dragged his teeth on his lower lip and arched an eyebrow. “Are you going to stare all night or are you going to do something?”
Nick’s eyes narrowed and he leaned over slowly. Zane’s lips parted as if expecting a kiss. Nick stopped a hair’s breadth from Zane’s mouth and growled, “You have thirty seconds to lose whatever clothes you don’t want torn.”
Zane held his gaze as he reached up with long fingers and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Bossy little shit, aren’t you?”
“Something tells me you don’t mind.” Nick brushed his lips over Zane’s cheekbone, his jaw, and down to his neck where he dragged his teeth down the hot skin to the juncture of Zane’s shoulder and bit down. Zane gasped and jerked under him, pulling his shirt off and fumbling with his belt. “Don’t be quiet, Garrett,” Nick purred against his skin. “We’re in the middle of the water. No one around for miles.”
“Really,” Zane murmured. “Then no one can hear you either.” He moved fast for a large guy, surging up and pushing Nick back. He hooked his ankle behind Nick’s foot as he pushed, causing Nick to fall to the floor with Zane straddling him. Zane leaned over him, his grin predatory and dark. “Now, I believe the rule is thirty seconds or they get torn.” He rolled his hips, grinding down on Nick, his grin widening at Nick's tiny gasp.
Game on, fucker.
Nick settled on the floor, enjoying Zane’s weight on his hips. He smiled and laced his fingers behind his head. “Go ahead. I got more on the boat.”
Zane’s eyes narrowed and he tilted his head to one side as he grabbed Nick’s shirt along the buttons and yanked in opposite directions. Buttons popped off, pinging the wall and the narrow table built into the floor, falling with tiny thuds to the thin carpet. He stilled as if he half-expected Nick to react angrily to Zane calling his bluff, but Nick just smiled wider and rolled up to a sit so his shirt could slide off. “Atta boy.”
Zane growled as he ducked his head and kissed Nick hard and messy, his tongue delving into Nick’s mouth, exploring, tasting, dominating. His hand slid into Nick’s hair and held tight, sending tiny darts of pain across Nick's scalp.
Nick’s body turned into a live wire. He dragged his nails down Zane’s bare back and rolled them until Nick was on top again, this time firmly situated between Zane’s legs. “That’s better.”
Zane lifted his chin, his dark eyes glittering in the moonlight that cut across his face. His lips parted with heavy breaths. Nick didn’t give him a chance to respond before he attacked Zane’s chest with his lips and teeth. He heard rumbling in Zane’s chest but nothing escaped his mouth.
“Come on, babe, make noise for me.” Nick bit down hard on Zane’s pec, eliciting a faint gasp followed by what sounded suspiciously like a whimper. “You can do better than that.” His hands snaked down to Zane’s pants, managing to undo them. He crawled backward, dragging his teeth down the clenching muscles of Zane’s abs. Christ, this man was cut. He yanked on Zane’s pants, pulling them down to somewhere around his knees. He bit back a laugh as Zane tried to toe off his dress shoes and kick out of his pants with Nick in the way.
“Move out of the goddamn way if you want me naked.” Zane sat up and removed the rest of his clothing. “And while you’re at it, lose that.” He swatted Nick’s jeans-clad hip.
“Bossy,” Nick echoed but rolled back against one of the leather chairs situated on the wall opposite the couch, pushing his pants down around his thighs.
Zane was on him in a heartbeat, biting down on Nick’s neck and humming at the groan that worked its way out of Nick’s throat against his will. His fingers dug into Nick’s bare hips so hard Nick knew there’d be bruises there tomorrow. Nick’s eyes fluttered shut, his remaining senses amplifying. The feel of skin snagging against skin. The sound of harsh breaths. Rough fingers skating over bands of muscle and old scars. He slung his arm around Zane’s neck, pulling him back to his mouth for a rough and bruising kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed Zane back down onto the carpet, settling over him, swallowing Zane’s low moan as their bodies lined up and Nick let his full weight blanket Zane’s body. He slid his hands down Zane’s arms, tracing the muscle and skin. He grabbed Zane’s wrists and pushed them down into the floor next to Zane’s head. Zane growled and pulled against his grip but Nick held tight, smiling against Zane’s mouth.
Zane pulled his knees up, sliding his feet along Nick’s thighs, and thrust his hips up. Nick broke the kiss off with a gasp and thrust back, sliding his aching cock against Zane.
“Fuck…” Zane breathed. “Are you just going to hump me or are you actually going to do something?”
Nick bit at Zane’s jaw. “Keep pushing, Garrett. Go ahead. See what it gets you.”
A low laugh rumbled out of Zane’s throat. “Promises, promises.”
Still holding Zane’s wrists down, Nick pushed up to look at him through narrowed eyes. “You want to get fucked hard, don’t you?”
Zane’s smile was slow and incredibly hot. “What took you so long to figure it out?”
With a grunt, Nick pushed completely off of him and made his way over to the bar on the far end of the room. He jerked open a drawer and rummaged through it.
“You keep condoms and lube in your…whatever this room is?” Zane propped himself on his elbows.
“Every room, babe.” Nick threw him a wink. “And it’s a salon.”
“A what?” Zane managed through a laugh.
Nick shrugged as he came back, openly admiring the play of muscle and tanned skin stretched out before him on the floor. As Nick knelt, Zane smirked and wrapped long fingers around the thick cock laying across his lower abdomen and stroked slowly. Blood buzzed through Nick’s body as he watched. “Don’t stop,” he said as he bent over and kissed Zane’s inner thigh.
Zane’s leg twitched and he gasped as Nick dragged his teeth up the skin. His hand stuttered but never stopped as Nick brushed his lips over Zane’s balls, massaging them with his tongue. “Don’t hold back now,” he murmured as he took one in his mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” Zane managed as his hips snapped up and his hand stilled.
Nick pulled back, running his tongue over his lower lip. “I said don’t fucking stop.”
Zane’s eyes narrowed and a muscle feathered in his jaw but his hand started up again. Nick smiled as he thumbed open the cap on the lube and squirted some on his fingers. He tossed the bottle to one side as he leaned over and licked over Zane’s fingers and closed his lips over the head of Zane’s cock. Zane growled a sharp curse and moved his hand, shoving it into Nick’s hair and pushing on his head.
Nick hummed as he took Zane all the way to the back of his throat. His slicked fingers teased under Zane’s balls before sliding inside without stopping. Nick sucked as he shuttled his fingers. Zane’s hips moved with the motion and his breath came out in sharp pants mixed with muttered cursing. The hand in Nick’s hair tightened as Nick curled his fingers to hit Zane’s gland.
Nick pulled up, curling his tongue around the head and slid off, shaking his head loose of Zane’s hold. He marveled at the other man’s head thrown back, tendons straining on his neck, chest hitching with hoarse pants. “You like that, don’t you? Right fucking there.” He twisted his fingers and was rewarded with a groan and Zane’s hands fisting on the carpet.
Zane looked at him, eyes black in the moonlight and a fine sheen of sweat on his skin. “If you don’t get in me right now, I’m pouncing your ass.”
Nick chuckled darkly and curled his fingers again. “I’d really like to see you try.” He leaned over and bit down on Zane’s hip bone. He continued the bites and licking up Zane’s ribs to his chest where he bit down over the previous darkening bruise of his earlier attack. Zane arched off the floor with a shout. “That’s it. Let me hear you,” he growled.
“Fuck you,” Zane shot back.
“Nope.” Nick ran his tongue up the sweat on Zane’s neck and nipped at his ear. “Want me in you?”
Zane didn’t answer. His eyes fluttered and his breaths quickened as Nick removed his fingers and, instead, closed his hand around Zane’s leaking cock.
Nick nipped his ear again. “Answer me.”
Zane’s hips thrust into Nick’s hand, his breaths morphing into shallow gasps.
Nick bit his ear harder. “Come on, babe, tell me you want it. Tell me you want me fucking you.”
Zane groaned. “Oh god…”
“Wrong answer.” Nick let go and sat up, trying to catch his breath and maintain control. Christ, this guy drove him wild and then some. All he wanted to do was line up and shove in, but there was something about Zane that made him want to taunt and play with him. He gave his own erection a few tugs as he tilted his head at Zane, staring him down. He smirked as Zane looked at him in surprise, his eyes flickering down to Nick’s moving hand. “Like what you see, Agent?” Without breaking eye contact, he ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolled it on. Zane watched his every move.
Zane’s hips were still moving with the search for friction. He nodded, his tongue dragging along his lower lip. Nick growled and leaned over him, taking his mouth in a rough and bruising kiss and capturing that tongue with his teeth. He sucked hard enough to make Zane groan then let go. “What do you want? Tell me.”
“Nick.” Zane’s voice was half growl, half whimper.
“That’s closer. What would you like Nick to do?” He thrust his hips along Zane’s, sliding their cocks together.
“Get in me,” Zane growled and grabbed Nick’s hips, pulling him hard against himself.
“Closer,” Nick purred. “Come on, babe, tell me. Tell me how you want me to get in you. How you want me to fuck you. Tell me how you’re thinking about my dick in you.”
“Yes,” Zane whispered.
“Yes, what?” Nick’s voice came out low and dark. He thrust his hips against Zane’s again. He reached back with one hand and pulled Zane’s thigh up around his hip. His heart thundered in his ears as he waited to hear the other man’s response. He knew Zane was taunting him just as much.
And part of him loved it. It drove him right to the edge of crazy.
Zane reached up and curled a big palm around Nick’s neck. His tongue traced the shell of Nick’s ear and his voice was harsh. “I want your big fucking dick in me right now.”
“How bad?” Now he was just pressing his luck.
Zane groaned. “So bad.” He pulled his knees up, sliding his feet along Nick’s legs. “Christ, Nick…please.”
It was the please that tipped Nick over the edge. It took every ounce of his remaining control not to just shove himself inside Zane, but he didn’t want to hurt him. He covered Zane’s mouth with his as he reached between them and guided himself in, rocking in deeper with each thrust. Zane moaned into his mouth, his fingers carding up into Nick’s hair. His other hand settled on Nick’s back, nails scraping against Nick’s ribs as he moved.
“Jesus, you feel good,” Nick groaned against Zane’s mouth.
Zane made a noise that could have been agreement but he was so far gone by this point it didn’t matter.
Nick’s vision was already sparking around the edges. All the foreplay and dirty talk had revved him so high, it was nearly painful. He held onto his control with his fingernails, keeping a steady rhythm with his hips while Zane writhed underneath him. He ran his nails down Zane’s ribs and back up. He settled his palms on the ground and pushed up for better leverage. Zane groaned at the shift, his back arching off the ground. Those dark eyes were closed and his lower lip had disappeared between his teeth. His throat was one long column of exposed skin glistening with sweat.
Damn, this man was beautiful.
A flush crept along Zane’s chest and neck and his breathing sped up. His muscles started to tighten around Nick, signaling he was close. Nick took a deep breath to push back his own impending orgasm and ground his molars. “Come for me.”
Zane’s fingers wrapped around Nick’s straining biceps and dug in. His cry was wordless and hoarse as he came across his stomach and chest. Nick swallowed hard and blew out a harsh breath. He ducked his head and allowed himself the pleasure of speeding up his thrusts until he was right on the verge, pounding into Zane’s body with nothing held back. With a growl, he pulled out and ripped the condom off, stroking himself through his orgasm. They both watched as Nick added his cum to the mess across Zane’s abs.
“Holy fuck,” Zane breathed as Nick groaned and collapsed on the floor next to him.
Nick closed his eyes as the room swam. He wasn’t sure how much of the rocking was the boat versus the sex high. He listened to Zane’s labored breathing next to him while he tried to catch his own breath.
“Well then,” Zane managed gruffly. There was a smile in his voice.
Nick laughed as he rolled to his back. “Yep.” He opened his eyes and sat up slowly. “I’ll get you a towel.”
“A large one.”
Nick chuckled as he padded to the bathroom and procured a towel. He threw away the condom and glanced at himself in the mirror as he left. There was a faint mark on his neck that would definitely be darker tomorrow. He returned, tossing the towel on Zane’s chest, and grabbed two bottles of water from the bar. As he handed over the water, he waited for the post-sex awkwardness to set in. Surprisingly, it hadn’t yet. He watched as Zane cleaned himself off and downed half the bottle of water in one go.
Nick cleared his throat. “So I can take you back to shore or you can crash here. Up to you.”
Zane eyed him carefully. He screwed the cap back on his water and raised an eyebrow at Nick. “Do you snore?”
Nick laughed. “Not that I know of.”
Zane nodded and made a sweeping motion with his hand. “Lead the way.”
Nick squinted against the sunlight as he stepped out of the coffee shop. Next to him, Zane checked his watch.
“When’s your flight?” Nick asked.
“Few hours,” he answered as he slid on his sunglasses.
They hadn’t exchanged phone numbers. They didn’t talk about visiting or meeting up again. By some unspoken agreement, they’d just let fate take its course. In their line of work, they might run into each other again in the future and that was actually fine with them.
Zane still fisted Nick’s shirt and gave him one hell of a kiss goodbye.
When Nick walked into the precinct, he winked at his partner who watched him with raised eyebrows. He set a second coffee down in front of her and kissed her forehead. “Undying devotion. I owe you.”
She grinned at him as she picked up her coffee. “I’m going to need that printed and laminated.”
