Strachey Mysteries Fic - Great Escapes (1/1)
Title: Great Escapes
Author: kaly
Series: Time Marches On
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1350
Characters/Pairing: Donald/Timothy
Category: movieverse
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Summary: Sometime away in the sun brings out Donald's adventurous side.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing, no money earned.
Note: Second in a series of four.
Written for the first 2009 tim_don_a_thon.
Thank you to geminigrl11 for the beta.
Donald sighed happily, leaning back in his deck chair and looking out across the water. Their vacation had been far too long of a time in coming. They had been married for a couple of years now, even survived renovating their first house, and a break away from work and family was long overdue.
In fact, it was finishing the renovations - and finding an eager buyer for the house once they were done - that let them afford the note on their new, much larger, house. And, as an added bonus, there was enough left over to put away for a rainy day. Or a sunny one, as the case turned out to be.
Donald, for one, was more than thrilled with their escape from Albany, and he knew Timothy was beside himself with their new home. He had already been busy turning it into something resembling a showroom, to Donald's bemusement. And while Donald wasn't so much on the fine decorations, Timothy was over the moon and a happy Tim made for a happy Donald.
Thinking of Tim, Donald looked around, trying to spot his errant lover. He had disappeared inside a little while before, mumbling something about sunscreen, but hadn't reappeared. Donald was about ready to go search for him when the screen door on their rustic cabin swung open.
"Got it," Timothy said, waving a small bottle for Donald to see. "I was worried we'd forgotten it."
Donald laughed, squinting at Tim through his sunglasses. "And how horrible that would've been. What with Key West proper a full five miles down the road?"
Tim rolled his eyes, opening the bottle and smearing the lotion on his arms and chest. "That's not the point. I fully intend not to see another human the entire time we're here."
He handed the bottle to Donald, who took the entirely not-subtle hint, and began covering Timothy's back. "So you've said. We've come all this way, a world full of nightlife over the next bridge, and yet, you want to reenact Gilligan's Island." Finished with Tim's back, Donald quickly covered his own chest, smiling when Timothy took care of his back without being asked.
Once they were done, Donald raised an eyebrow. "Why is that again?"
"Because," Tim said, rearranging the large deck umbrella until it satisfied him, and taking a seat. "I want to spend time with you, not a club full of sweaty twenty year olds." After taking a drink of water, Timothy smiled at Donald. "Is it so horrible, just spending time alone?"
Donald reached across the distance between them and ran a fingertip along the shell of Timothy's ear. He smiled when Tim leaned into the touch, his eyes drifting closed happily. "Not horrible."
"I didn't think so."
Unable to stop himself, Donald goaded, "Might be able to show the sweaty twenty year olds a thing or two, though. Live a little."
Tim cracked one eye open, giving Donald an unimpressed look, just as Donald had expected. "Go right ahead, sweetheart. Try not to get arrested, okay? I'm afraid the trip has zapped our bail funds."
"Ha, ha," Donald replied, shoving Timothy lightly, still grinning. "You're no fun."
"You're just realizing this now?" The dry tone was countered by Timothy's amused expression. "Funny, I seem to recall you whining about that within the first six months we were dating."
Crawling out of his chair, Donald straddled Tim's lap, his knees resting on either side of the other man's waist. "Oh, I don't know..." He ran his hands up Tim's chest, flicking his thumbs across his nipples and smiling at Tim's stuttered breath, before resting his hands on Timothy's shoulders. Grinning invitingly, Donald took a deep breath before saying suggestively, "I've known you to be all sorts of fun before."
"Oh no," Timothy said, not quite biting back his laughter. Resting his hands on Donald's hips, he shook his head. "Get that look out of your eyes right now."
Laughing, Donald feigned innocence. "What look?"
"That look that says that you think you're Burt Lancaster." Scrunching his face, the adorable expression making Donald laugh until he shook, Timothy added, "And I am certainly not Deborah Kerr." He paused, a devilish grin forming on his face. "Maybe I'm Burt?"
"You wish!" Donald said, laughing, and pushing his sunglasses up on top of his head. "And you were the one who insisted we had to watch that movie!"
"It's a classic!"
"As if I've not heard that argument a million times," Donald whined with a theatrical sigh. Squirming in the chair until Donald was laying half on top of Timothy - if not completely comfortably - Donald drew his fingers up and down Tim's side, leaving goose bumps in his wake. "But, I don't know. It might be fun, recreating a famous movie scene."
He dared to meet Tim's mock-annoyed gaze, and couldn't contain his laughter at Tim's outraged response.
"Donald! We'd be digging sand out of, of... everywhere! For days!"
"Come on, Timmy..." Donald smiled sweetly, looking at his partner through his lashes, able to see that Timothy was definitely waffling. "Just think. You, me... and a deserted beach, and no one else around for who knows how far." He dragged a foot up the inside of Timothy's calf, pressing just hard enough not to tickle. "What do you say?"
Clearly flustered, his eyes glowing with want, Timothy pressed his lips. Huffing out an exasperated breath, Timothy hissed, "It's broad daylight! What if someone walks along and, 'Oh look, mommy! Naked men on the beach!' We'd both need bail!"
His partner looked so scandalized at the thought that Donald had to press his face into Tim's neck to stifle his laughter. "Oh, God," he said, struggling to breathe. When he was finally able to breathe once more, Donald sniffed back tears.
Leaning forward, he nuzzled Tim's cheek before capturing an earlobe between his teeth, grinning when Timothy shivered. Donald would always be grateful for the day he had figured out just how sensitive Timothy's ears were. And, at last check, he hadn't had any complaints from Tim on the discovery, either.
He whispered into Tim's ear, "So... We'll wait till tonight. Stars, sand, the sea... When would we have this chance again?"
Not giving Tim a chance to form a coherent reply, Donald covered Timothy's mouth with his own. He took his time, mapping teeth and tongue, Timothy responding eagerly, before he leaned back just a bit and smiled at his husband.
Propping up on one elbow, Donald brushed the hair away from Tim's forehead with his other hand. Pupils nearly obliterating the blue in his eyes, Donald could feel Timothy's interest pressing against his own. Modesty aside, Timothy was very much as intrigued by the idea as Donald was.
Donald sighed softly, deciding to give it one last shot, willing to drop it if Timothy continued to refuse. "Just once, you and me, in nothing but moonlight, all of nature around us." He tilted his head, willing to concede to one of Tim's concerns. "Blankets to combat the sand, however, are totally acceptable."
Whimpering, Timothy threaded his fingers through Donald's. He kissed Donald, before sighing softly and resting their foreheads together. "You can be Burt Lancaster, but I am definitely Montgomery Clift." Smiling, Timothy's arched an eyebrow. "They were by far the more interesting couple, anyway."
"Touche."
Donald laughed, never more pleased than when Timothy stepped out of his reserved shell a bit, with the added bonus that Donald might get to mark one wild fantasy off his list. And even better, Timothy might think twice before inflicting another classic love story on movie night, even if he had advertised From Here to Eternity as a war movie. Hardly.
Resting his head on Tim's shoulder, their limbs tangled together, Donald sighed happily, willing his heart to slow. For the moment, he was happy just to hold his partner, and watch the approaching tide and seagulls. Wild fantasies could wait until sundown, and crowded clubs could wait indefinitely. In the meantime, Donald had exactly what he wanted, right in his arms.
end
Author: kaly
Series: Time Marches On
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1350
Characters/Pairing: Donald/Timothy
Category: movieverse
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Summary: Sometime away in the sun brings out Donald's adventurous side.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing, no money earned.
Note: Second in a series of four.
Written for the first 2009 tim_don_a_thon.
Thank you to geminigrl11 for the beta.
Donald sighed happily, leaning back in his deck chair and looking out across the water. Their vacation had been far too long of a time in coming. They had been married for a couple of years now, even survived renovating their first house, and a break away from work and family was long overdue.
In fact, it was finishing the renovations - and finding an eager buyer for the house once they were done - that let them afford the note on their new, much larger, house. And, as an added bonus, there was enough left over to put away for a rainy day. Or a sunny one, as the case turned out to be.
Donald, for one, was more than thrilled with their escape from Albany, and he knew Timothy was beside himself with their new home. He had already been busy turning it into something resembling a showroom, to Donald's bemusement. And while Donald wasn't so much on the fine decorations, Timothy was over the moon and a happy Tim made for a happy Donald.
Thinking of Tim, Donald looked around, trying to spot his errant lover. He had disappeared inside a little while before, mumbling something about sunscreen, but hadn't reappeared. Donald was about ready to go search for him when the screen door on their rustic cabin swung open.
"Got it," Timothy said, waving a small bottle for Donald to see. "I was worried we'd forgotten it."
Donald laughed, squinting at Tim through his sunglasses. "And how horrible that would've been. What with Key West proper a full five miles down the road?"
Tim rolled his eyes, opening the bottle and smearing the lotion on his arms and chest. "That's not the point. I fully intend not to see another human the entire time we're here."
He handed the bottle to Donald, who took the entirely not-subtle hint, and began covering Timothy's back. "So you've said. We've come all this way, a world full of nightlife over the next bridge, and yet, you want to reenact Gilligan's Island." Finished with Tim's back, Donald quickly covered his own chest, smiling when Timothy took care of his back without being asked.
Once they were done, Donald raised an eyebrow. "Why is that again?"
"Because," Tim said, rearranging the large deck umbrella until it satisfied him, and taking a seat. "I want to spend time with you, not a club full of sweaty twenty year olds." After taking a drink of water, Timothy smiled at Donald. "Is it so horrible, just spending time alone?"
Donald reached across the distance between them and ran a fingertip along the shell of Timothy's ear. He smiled when Tim leaned into the touch, his eyes drifting closed happily. "Not horrible."
"I didn't think so."
Unable to stop himself, Donald goaded, "Might be able to show the sweaty twenty year olds a thing or two, though. Live a little."
Tim cracked one eye open, giving Donald an unimpressed look, just as Donald had expected. "Go right ahead, sweetheart. Try not to get arrested, okay? I'm afraid the trip has zapped our bail funds."
"Ha, ha," Donald replied, shoving Timothy lightly, still grinning. "You're no fun."
"You're just realizing this now?" The dry tone was countered by Timothy's amused expression. "Funny, I seem to recall you whining about that within the first six months we were dating."
Crawling out of his chair, Donald straddled Tim's lap, his knees resting on either side of the other man's waist. "Oh, I don't know..." He ran his hands up Tim's chest, flicking his thumbs across his nipples and smiling at Tim's stuttered breath, before resting his hands on Timothy's shoulders. Grinning invitingly, Donald took a deep breath before saying suggestively, "I've known you to be all sorts of fun before."
"Oh no," Timothy said, not quite biting back his laughter. Resting his hands on Donald's hips, he shook his head. "Get that look out of your eyes right now."
Laughing, Donald feigned innocence. "What look?"
"That look that says that you think you're Burt Lancaster." Scrunching his face, the adorable expression making Donald laugh until he shook, Timothy added, "And I am certainly not Deborah Kerr." He paused, a devilish grin forming on his face. "Maybe I'm Burt?"
"You wish!" Donald said, laughing, and pushing his sunglasses up on top of his head. "And you were the one who insisted we had to watch that movie!"
"It's a classic!"
"As if I've not heard that argument a million times," Donald whined with a theatrical sigh. Squirming in the chair until Donald was laying half on top of Timothy - if not completely comfortably - Donald drew his fingers up and down Tim's side, leaving goose bumps in his wake. "But, I don't know. It might be fun, recreating a famous movie scene."
He dared to meet Tim's mock-annoyed gaze, and couldn't contain his laughter at Tim's outraged response.
"Donald! We'd be digging sand out of, of... everywhere! For days!"
"Come on, Timmy..." Donald smiled sweetly, looking at his partner through his lashes, able to see that Timothy was definitely waffling. "Just think. You, me... and a deserted beach, and no one else around for who knows how far." He dragged a foot up the inside of Timothy's calf, pressing just hard enough not to tickle. "What do you say?"
Clearly flustered, his eyes glowing with want, Timothy pressed his lips. Huffing out an exasperated breath, Timothy hissed, "It's broad daylight! What if someone walks along and, 'Oh look, mommy! Naked men on the beach!' We'd both need bail!"
His partner looked so scandalized at the thought that Donald had to press his face into Tim's neck to stifle his laughter. "Oh, God," he said, struggling to breathe. When he was finally able to breathe once more, Donald sniffed back tears.
Leaning forward, he nuzzled Tim's cheek before capturing an earlobe between his teeth, grinning when Timothy shivered. Donald would always be grateful for the day he had figured out just how sensitive Timothy's ears were. And, at last check, he hadn't had any complaints from Tim on the discovery, either.
He whispered into Tim's ear, "So... We'll wait till tonight. Stars, sand, the sea... When would we have this chance again?"
Not giving Tim a chance to form a coherent reply, Donald covered Timothy's mouth with his own. He took his time, mapping teeth and tongue, Timothy responding eagerly, before he leaned back just a bit and smiled at his husband.
Propping up on one elbow, Donald brushed the hair away from Tim's forehead with his other hand. Pupils nearly obliterating the blue in his eyes, Donald could feel Timothy's interest pressing against his own. Modesty aside, Timothy was very much as intrigued by the idea as Donald was.
Donald sighed softly, deciding to give it one last shot, willing to drop it if Timothy continued to refuse. "Just once, you and me, in nothing but moonlight, all of nature around us." He tilted his head, willing to concede to one of Tim's concerns. "Blankets to combat the sand, however, are totally acceptable."
Whimpering, Timothy threaded his fingers through Donald's. He kissed Donald, before sighing softly and resting their foreheads together. "You can be Burt Lancaster, but I am definitely Montgomery Clift." Smiling, Timothy's arched an eyebrow. "They were by far the more interesting couple, anyway."
"Touche."
Donald laughed, never more pleased than when Timothy stepped out of his reserved shell a bit, with the added bonus that Donald might get to mark one wild fantasy off his list. And even better, Timothy might think twice before inflicting another classic love story on movie night, even if he had advertised From Here to Eternity as a war movie. Hardly.
Resting his head on Tim's shoulder, their limbs tangled together, Donald sighed happily, willing his heart to slow. For the moment, he was happy just to hold his partner, and watch the approaching tide and seagulls. Wild fantasies could wait until sundown, and crowded clubs could wait indefinitely. In the meantime, Donald had exactly what he wanted, right in his arms.
end