Fic: In the Water (Dirk/Al)
Title: In the Water (One-shot)
Author: Sky
Pairing: Dirk/Al
Rating: PG
Summary: It was on a trip down the Californian coast that they realized it.
A/N: This is so OOC that even I can see it. My excuse is that the fluffy bunnies mutated a little~
It was on a trip down the Californian coast that they realized it. After a successful hunt, they were all given some time off by Sandecker, who no doubt wanted to relax in the sun and take it all in for himself.
Dirk, as usual, had conned Al into accompanying him into taking a boat out and go diving.
‘Dirk…’ Al’s voice rang out through the sound of waves slapping against the side of the speedboat.
‘Not now’ was the reply.
‘Dirk!’ His voice became more panicked.
The tanned N.U.M.A. crewmate sensed the urgency, and sat up from his search for a certain piece of diving equipment. ‘What’s up?’
‘Well, I don’t mean to disturb you from your quest, but I don’t feel so good with that in the water.’ He pointed nervously at a cluster of fins protruding from the water.
Dirk looked at them for a moment, then waved his right hand at them. ‘They’re harmless,’ He patted Al’s shirt-clad shoulder. ‘They’ll move away once they figure out we’re not food.’
There was a pause. Al looked at the taller man like he was crazy.
‘I’m not getting in that water.’
‘Aw, come on! It’ll be a first.’
Al crossed his arms and didn’t move from his standing position in the centre of the speedboat. ‘Let’s go back.’
The tone brooked no argument. But Dirk has honed hi skills in persuasion to the finest. ‘What will all the boys think when we come back to shore completely dry?’ he said. ‘And anyway, it’s nothing we haven’t done before.’ He grinned, hoping it was a convincing one.
‘That time there was only one.’ A pause. ‘And we had tranquilizers.’
Dirk’s grin grew wider, if possible, and a mischievous light came to his eyes as he sat himself on the side of the boat. ‘I remember. You got too friendly with the needles and-’
‘Hey!’ Al protested. ‘I never bring up all those times you got accidentally tranquilized.’
‘That’s because I never did.’
Al raised an eyebrow.
‘Ok, maybe just that once. But it wasn’t as funny!’
‘Let’s go.’
‘No.’
‘C’mon man…’
‘Nope.’
Dirk began his hunt for his gear again, completely ignoring his friend. He heard Al sigh and he grinned slightly. Dirk,1. Al, 0.
“Fine. Do whatever.” Dirk started a little at the seriously pissed off tone adorning his usually mild-mannered companion. He heard quiet footsteps head into the cabin and a voice filtered up, ‘I’ll just sleep until you’re done. Wake me; I want to drive.’ The last phrase was somewhat lighter, but it wasn’t much.
Dirk cursed mentally, but resolved to go diving anyway and let the other man sulk like a child. He headed into the cabin to grab a drink and saw his friend shirtless but asleep, sprawled out on the built-in couch. Abruptly, a wave of guilt washed over him as he saw tears. In an act unlike him, he stretched out a hand and gently ran his fingers through the ash blond hair. Again, he cursed to himself.
Heading back up the stairs, he grasped the wheel and turned the boat back in the direction they arrived from. Dirk sped them back to shore.
Al awoke sweating, the heat and musty air of the confined space mixing to make him feel woozy and disorientated. He dragged himself out of the cabin to taste fresh air.
The blond froze when he recognized the long stretch of Californian sand.
‘You’re up,’ a voice observed from his right. Al turned to see his friend laid out on the golden sand, just taking in all the surroundings.
‘I-’ was all he got out. Feeling slightly more clear-headed, he carefully made his way off the boat and over to Dirk. He sat himself so that if his shipmate wanted to talk, he could converse with him, but t wasn’t too close as to immediately bear the brunt of any possible aggravation.
‘Thanks man,’ he said quietly, gazing out at the sparkling blue sea.
‘It’s fine,’ was the reply.
They sat in silence for a while before Al began to feel uncharacteristically awkward. They had somewhat fixed the rift between them, but something was still not right. He made an excuse. ‘Hey, I’m gonna go and uh, change my shorts. It’s too hot to wear these.’ He gestured to the heavy cargos and made to stand up. An arm suddenly shot out to stop him.
‘Wait!’ Dirk said. He then completely mind-blanked, having no idea why he had done such an action, but her felt like if Al left this time, he would be able to leave for good. The brunet couldn’t brush off that instinct. Al looked expectantly at him with those brilliant blue eyes.
‘Want to go for a swim first?’ he asked lamely.
‘Ok,’ Al shrugged. Stripping off his shoes and socks, he promptly dived into the waves with a splash. He found his bearings again and stood up in the waist-high water grinning cheekily at Dirk. ‘Coming?’ he yelled.
Dirk unfroze from his surprised stupor at seeing the slightly tanned chest glistening with a sheen of water, rosy nipples peaked from the sudden drop in temperature. He shed his shirt and shoes, then jogged into the foamy waves after Al.
A long game of tag later (otherwise known as the ‘who was the most superior’ game0, the two dried off and flopped back down on the warm sand side by side.
‘Well,’ Al began. ‘Haven’t done that in a while.’
Dirk hummed his agreement.
They lay in what was now a companionable silence, the sea splashing gently in the background.
Al broke the silence. ‘About before,’ he started. ‘I-’
Dirk cut him off by rolling to his right and cupping Al’s face. He brought his own face closer to this friend’s and then kissed him softly. Al froze with his yes open in surprise.
Dirk pulled away and studied him for a moment with complete seriousness. Not finding what he was looking for in that shocked expression, he rolled away onto his back again and put a hand over his face in embarrassment.
‘That was - I, uh - you see …damn.’ He stopped his mumbled ramblings.
Opening his mouth to properly apologize, he was surprised to feel a weight suddenly appear on his torso. Pulling his hand away, he saw Al’s lightly grinning face looking down at him. Dirk watched as his friend leaned down, and balancing his hands on Dirk’s chest, legs straddling his waist, he pressed his lips against his.
Still smiling, he bent down to whisper in Dirk’s ear, ‘Dirk,1. Al, 2.’
Laughing freely now, the larger brunet pushed so that they rolled together on the sand, tussling slightly. He finally caught the blond underneath him, a leg between Al’s and both arms on either side of his head. Al laughed, Dirk’s glee contagious and catching.
And when Dirk leaned down again to kiss him slowly and languidly, a hand moving to cup his jaw, he kissed back.
Author: Sky
Pairing: Dirk/Al
Rating: PG
Summary: It was on a trip down the Californian coast that they realized it.
A/N: This is so OOC that even I can see it. My excuse is that the fluffy bunnies mutated a little~
It was on a trip down the Californian coast that they realized it. After a successful hunt, they were all given some time off by Sandecker, who no doubt wanted to relax in the sun and take it all in for himself.
Dirk, as usual, had conned Al into accompanying him into taking a boat out and go diving.
‘Dirk…’ Al’s voice rang out through the sound of waves slapping against the side of the speedboat.
‘Not now’ was the reply.
‘Dirk!’ His voice became more panicked.
The tanned N.U.M.A. crewmate sensed the urgency, and sat up from his search for a certain piece of diving equipment. ‘What’s up?’
‘Well, I don’t mean to disturb you from your quest, but I don’t feel so good with that in the water.’ He pointed nervously at a cluster of fins protruding from the water.
Dirk looked at them for a moment, then waved his right hand at them. ‘They’re harmless,’ He patted Al’s shirt-clad shoulder. ‘They’ll move away once they figure out we’re not food.’
There was a pause. Al looked at the taller man like he was crazy.
‘I’m not getting in that water.’
‘Aw, come on! It’ll be a first.’
Al crossed his arms and didn’t move from his standing position in the centre of the speedboat. ‘Let’s go back.’
The tone brooked no argument. But Dirk has honed hi skills in persuasion to the finest. ‘What will all the boys think when we come back to shore completely dry?’ he said. ‘And anyway, it’s nothing we haven’t done before.’ He grinned, hoping it was a convincing one.
‘That time there was only one.’ A pause. ‘And we had tranquilizers.’
Dirk’s grin grew wider, if possible, and a mischievous light came to his eyes as he sat himself on the side of the boat. ‘I remember. You got too friendly with the needles and-’
‘Hey!’ Al protested. ‘I never bring up all those times you got accidentally tranquilized.’
‘That’s because I never did.’
Al raised an eyebrow.
‘Ok, maybe just that once. But it wasn’t as funny!’
‘Let’s go.’
‘No.’
‘C’mon man…’
‘Nope.’
Dirk began his hunt for his gear again, completely ignoring his friend. He heard Al sigh and he grinned slightly. Dirk,1. Al, 0.
“Fine. Do whatever.” Dirk started a little at the seriously pissed off tone adorning his usually mild-mannered companion. He heard quiet footsteps head into the cabin and a voice filtered up, ‘I’ll just sleep until you’re done. Wake me; I want to drive.’ The last phrase was somewhat lighter, but it wasn’t much.
Dirk cursed mentally, but resolved to go diving anyway and let the other man sulk like a child. He headed into the cabin to grab a drink and saw his friend shirtless but asleep, sprawled out on the built-in couch. Abruptly, a wave of guilt washed over him as he saw tears. In an act unlike him, he stretched out a hand and gently ran his fingers through the ash blond hair. Again, he cursed to himself.
Heading back up the stairs, he grasped the wheel and turned the boat back in the direction they arrived from. Dirk sped them back to shore.
Al awoke sweating, the heat and musty air of the confined space mixing to make him feel woozy and disorientated. He dragged himself out of the cabin to taste fresh air.
The blond froze when he recognized the long stretch of Californian sand.
‘You’re up,’ a voice observed from his right. Al turned to see his friend laid out on the golden sand, just taking in all the surroundings.
‘I-’ was all he got out. Feeling slightly more clear-headed, he carefully made his way off the boat and over to Dirk. He sat himself so that if his shipmate wanted to talk, he could converse with him, but t wasn’t too close as to immediately bear the brunt of any possible aggravation.
‘Thanks man,’ he said quietly, gazing out at the sparkling blue sea.
‘It’s fine,’ was the reply.
They sat in silence for a while before Al began to feel uncharacteristically awkward. They had somewhat fixed the rift between them, but something was still not right. He made an excuse. ‘Hey, I’m gonna go and uh, change my shorts. It’s too hot to wear these.’ He gestured to the heavy cargos and made to stand up. An arm suddenly shot out to stop him.
‘Wait!’ Dirk said. He then completely mind-blanked, having no idea why he had done such an action, but her felt like if Al left this time, he would be able to leave for good. The brunet couldn’t brush off that instinct. Al looked expectantly at him with those brilliant blue eyes.
‘Want to go for a swim first?’ he asked lamely.
‘Ok,’ Al shrugged. Stripping off his shoes and socks, he promptly dived into the waves with a splash. He found his bearings again and stood up in the waist-high water grinning cheekily at Dirk. ‘Coming?’ he yelled.
Dirk unfroze from his surprised stupor at seeing the slightly tanned chest glistening with a sheen of water, rosy nipples peaked from the sudden drop in temperature. He shed his shirt and shoes, then jogged into the foamy waves after Al.
A long game of tag later (otherwise known as the ‘who was the most superior’ game0, the two dried off and flopped back down on the warm sand side by side.
‘Well,’ Al began. ‘Haven’t done that in a while.’
Dirk hummed his agreement.
They lay in what was now a companionable silence, the sea splashing gently in the background.
Al broke the silence. ‘About before,’ he started. ‘I-’
Dirk cut him off by rolling to his right and cupping Al’s face. He brought his own face closer to this friend’s and then kissed him softly. Al froze with his yes open in surprise.
Dirk pulled away and studied him for a moment with complete seriousness. Not finding what he was looking for in that shocked expression, he rolled away onto his back again and put a hand over his face in embarrassment.
‘That was - I, uh - you see …damn.’ He stopped his mumbled ramblings.
Opening his mouth to properly apologize, he was surprised to feel a weight suddenly appear on his torso. Pulling his hand away, he saw Al’s lightly grinning face looking down at him. Dirk watched as his friend leaned down, and balancing his hands on Dirk’s chest, legs straddling his waist, he pressed his lips against his.
Still smiling, he bent down to whisper in Dirk’s ear, ‘Dirk,1. Al, 2.’
Laughing freely now, the larger brunet pushed so that they rolled together on the sand, tussling slightly. He finally caught the blond underneath him, a leg between Al’s and both arms on either side of his head. Al laughed, Dirk’s glee contagious and catching.
And when Dirk leaned down again to kiss him slowly and languidly, a hand moving to cup his jaw, he kissed back.