Welcome, boys and girls, to your first Friday Free For All. It's been another fabulous week - the turn out each day seems to be better and better
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drop in the oceanfyereJanuary 23 2009, 23:18:12 UTC
(Turned out sort of romance-y rather than porn. Sorry. ;D)
The day after filming wrapped, Jason took Joe to Hawaii. No pre-booked flights, no heavy luggage, just a coat and a wallet and a surfboard. It suited Joe just fine, and he knew Jason knew it.
The flight over the Pacific was sunny. It rained, though, when they got to Jason's favorite out-of-the-way surfing spot - a little, rocky, cliff-shadowed cove on the northern coast of Oahu, lying off a bay with an unpronounceable name - and soaked them both through before they even got on the water, but it was okay, because it wasn't freezing needle-sharp B.C. rain, or even gritty, lank L.A. rain, but warm, fragrant Hawaii rain. The cove was deserted, except for them. Good thing, because Joe was a little out of practice. But he found his feet and his balance again easily enough and, standing precarious watch on his board, laughed harder than he had in weeks when Jason wiped out spectacularly on his first run, long brown limbs flailing everywhere.
They got in about an hour of good surfing before the wind and the waves started to die down, and when they did Joe hauled himself up onto his board, straddling it and swishing his legs in the warm water, waiting for Jason to paddle over to him.
"Good, huh?"
Jason heaved himself up on his own board, putting one foot on Joe's so they wouldn't drift apart, though there wasn't much drift in this ocean at the moment. The water was like glass, not tropical but blue-grey, and with the raindrops rippling it all around them - Stargate-like, he almost wanted to say, but he'd promised to leave all that behind while on vacation - Joe felt like he was floating on the world's biggest puddle.
It was good. It was really - "Yeah."
Jason slouched, loose and happy, over his board, and Joe reached over and took Jason's hand, tracing the inked black arrows like teeth engulfing his forearm, turning the hand over to touch his palm, where Jason was, for some reason, inexplicably ticklish. Jason laughed and shook the rainwater from his head like a giant scruffy puppy, a move he wouldn't have been able to make with his old dreads. Joe still missed them, a little, though the short hair was fine and soft to the touch.
"I told you you'd like it," Jason said, brushing wet knuckles up Joe's shoulder, and Joe smiled. Floating in the middle of a quiet bay, with no one as witness but their boards and the dark lava-rock cliffs and the birds in the trees - here, they could afford it. "I know some other places you'll like, too. We can go there tomorrow."
"I know some places, too. We should go to Mancora sometime. Peru."
The pads of his fingers caught on the two-days' beard on Joe's cheek, and Joe closed his eyes, letting the water from above massage him, the gentle pulse of the water below rock him.
Re: drop in the oceantelesillaJanuary 23 2009, 23:53:40 UTC
Awwwwww.... Even though it's not porn, I really like this. It's sweet, but not overly so, and I really like the whole water theme that runs through it. :)
The day after filming wrapped, Jason took Joe to Hawaii. No pre-booked flights, no heavy luggage, just a coat and a wallet and a surfboard. It suited Joe just fine, and he knew Jason knew it.
The flight over the Pacific was sunny. It rained, though, when they got to Jason's favorite out-of-the-way surfing spot - a little, rocky, cliff-shadowed cove on the northern coast of Oahu, lying off a bay with an unpronounceable name - and soaked them both through before they even got on the water, but it was okay, because it wasn't freezing needle-sharp B.C. rain, or even gritty, lank L.A. rain, but warm, fragrant Hawaii rain. The cove was deserted, except for them. Good thing, because Joe was a little out of practice. But he found his feet and his balance again easily enough and, standing precarious watch on his board, laughed harder than he had in weeks when Jason wiped out spectacularly on his first run, long brown limbs flailing everywhere.
They got in about an hour of good surfing before the wind and the waves started to die down, and when they did Joe hauled himself up onto his board, straddling it and swishing his legs in the warm water, waiting for Jason to paddle over to him.
"Good, huh?"
Jason heaved himself up on his own board, putting one foot on Joe's so they wouldn't drift apart, though there wasn't much drift in this ocean at the moment. The water was like glass, not tropical but blue-grey, and with the raindrops rippling it all around them - Stargate-like, he almost wanted to say, but he'd promised to leave all that behind while on vacation - Joe felt like he was floating on the world's biggest puddle.
It was good. It was really - "Yeah."
Jason slouched, loose and happy, over his board, and Joe reached over and took Jason's hand, tracing the inked black arrows like teeth engulfing his forearm, turning the hand over to touch his palm, where Jason was, for some reason, inexplicably ticklish. Jason laughed and shook the rainwater from his head like a giant scruffy puppy, a move he wouldn't have been able to make with his old dreads. Joe still missed them, a little, though the short hair was fine and soft to the touch.
"I told you you'd like it," Jason said, brushing wet knuckles up Joe's shoulder, and Joe smiled. Floating in the middle of a quiet bay, with no one as witness but their boards and the dark lava-rock cliffs and the birds in the trees - here, they could afford it. "I know some other places you'll like, too. We can go there tomorrow."
"I know some places, too. We should go to Mancora sometime. Peru."
The pads of his fingers caught on the two-days' beard on Joe's cheek, and Joe closed his eyes, letting the water from above massage him, the gentle pulse of the water below rock him.
"We'll go anywhere you want," Jason said.
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