fiction: Tidal Wave (CSI guest spot slash, NC17)
Title: Tidal Wave
Author: ihatefastcars (girlcalledjane @ yahoo.com)
Fandom: CSI
Character/Pairing: Davis Mullins/Teddy Keller (Guest Spot Slash)
Rating: NC17
Summary: Everything is going to be fine. 3010 words. (7/25/04)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the actual placement of the words, thanks.
Feedback: Feedback (general or con-crit) is always welcome.
Spoilers: For "No More Bets"
Warnings: MALE/MALE. HOT GAY SEX. TEAPOTS. LOVE.
Author's note: For carolinecrane on the occasion of her birthday.
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They're standing in the open doorway -- Seth on one side, Teddy on the other -- when Seth says it. "Maybe we should go over it all one more time?"
Seth is exactly the kind of person that therapy was invented for -- way too paranoid, way too tense, way too everything -- and he's always saying bizarre crap like that so it's not unexpected or anything but Davis still can't stop himself from shaking his head and sighing. He watches as Teddy presses his forehead against the side of the door and makes that whiny, sob sound he always makes when Seth starts freaking out and getting all sweaty and scared and he thinks that he really doesn't want to go over all of it again.
"Seth, man, we've gone over it a million times. We got it," Teddy holds his hand up when Seth opens his mouth like he's going to say something else, "dude, really, go home, get some sleep. We'll see you tonight."
Seth switches his backpack from one shoulder to the other and looks over Teddy's shoulder at Davis and Davis tries to look reassuring but it's hard because, even though he likes Seth, when the guy's got something on his mind, his weirdness seems to rub off on everything around him. Like he's contagious or maybe radioactive or something like that but different. He tries though and, after a second, he almost thinks that it's not going to work but then Seth nods and wipes a hand over his sweaty forehead and looks back at Teddy and says, "all right. I guess you're right, I'll see you guys later."
"Great, okay, bye," Teddy claps Seth on the shoulder and it seems to startle him and he looks over at Davis again and Davis wonders, for probably the eight-hundredth time, how Seth ever lived through puberty because his eyes are huge and give away too much for him to ever be a good liar. And then Teddy is looking back at him with the 'a little help here?' look and Davis doesn't know what else to do but to pull the reassuring, 'everything is fine' face again and wave.
So he does. "See you tonight, man."
Seth looks back and forth between them and sighs heavily before nodding and turning to leave. Davis thinks 'thank God' and breaths out a breath he didn't realize he was holding because things like subtlety and tact are beyond Teddy and, judging by the way he's grinding his teeth while he waves and smiles like some kind of deranged 50’s sitcom dad, Davis doesn't think that he could have taken much more of Seth's twitchy weirdness before he snapped.
A moment longer and then Teddy is rolling his eyes and kicking the door shut and Davis wonders if Teddy knows that if he didn't stand in the damn doorway that Seth wouldn't be compelled to look back at him every five seconds. He watches Teddy walk over to the table and pick up his almost empty beer, watches him shake it and make a face and he thinks that, yes, Teddy probably does know but just doesn't care because he likes fucking with Seth.
"That guy needs to get laid, I'm telling you," Teddy swigs back the rest of the beer and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, "he's way too tense."
He doesn't know why he always feels like he has to defend Seth to Teddy -- maybe because, if they're going to do this, they need him or maybe because he always looks so damn lonely or maybe just because it's something to talk about -- but he looks down and spins the roulette wheel probably too hard and says 'he's just nervous' and doesn't look back at Teddy because he hates being stuck in the middle of the two of them.
"Yeah, nervous," Teddy says and when he looks up Teddy has this faraway look on his face that Davis can't really figure out. He opens his mouth to say something -- ask him what he's looking at or what's wrong or something like that -- but then Teddy blinks and it's gone, "so, I'm going to bed, you coming?"
And for some reason that is completely beyond him, it's hard to stay mad at Teddy when he says things like that. Because there's a waver in his voice like he knows that he's an asshole and expects that, at any moment, Davis is going to realize it too and take off. But Davis already knows Teddy is an asshole, has known it since about two seconds after they met, and he doesn't really care. Because they work well together when they probably shouldn't and they fit well together when they really don't and they'll probably end up getting old and senile together anyway so what's the point? "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute."
The back of Teddy's hand brushes against his as he walks passed him a little closer than is technically necessary and Davis feels himself smile because, even though it's stupid and girlie and has been almost a year since they slept together for the first time, it still kind of feels new and makes his stomach knot up when Teddy does things like that. Because that's the kind of stupid, tiny things that people in a relationship do -- walking too close, touching when they don't have to, actually wanting to be in the same room together -- it's the kind of stupid, tiny things that his parents used to do before they got divorced and starting spending all their time talking about how they don't want to ever talk to each other again.
And maybe that's not the best example of a good, well-functioning relationship that he could come up with but it's one that he knows worked for at least a little while and that's kind of all he really wants out of life. That and maybe the number of a decent pizza delivery and a never-ending keg of really good beer but those are really just things he kind of wants and doesn't really want -- those are just the things he always says he wants so he won't have to sound like he fell out of out one of his stepmom's silly romance novels.
He listens to the sounds of Teddy getting ready for bed as he picks up some of the more obvious garbage and throws it in the can in the kitchen, telling himself that he'll take it out tomorrow night before they leave for Pikes even though he knows he'll probably end up waiting until it starts to actually overflow onto the kitchen floor to think about it again.
He kicks off his shoes in the bathroom, takes a leak and considers taking a shower but, since it's already almost three in the morning, decides against it. Because the plumbing is pretty old and it makes these horrible noises when you run the water for too long and Frank from next door is a huge dick even when he's had his eight hours of beauty sleep so waking him up and giving him even more reason to bitch and moan is really never anything anyone should ever do. He washes his hands quickly, wincing at the groan of the pipes and then flips off the light and heads to the bedroom.
The street lamp light shining through the curtains makes even the shadows seem orange-tinted and he thinks maybe they should get blinds or something as he undresses and gets into bed. He shifts around for a bit, trying to get comfortable on the ancient mattress that's probably been here since the place was built and stares up at the ceiling -- at the water spot that Teddy says kind of looks like a dog if you squint -- and waits for Teddy to say whatever it is that he's thinking so hard about.
He doesn’t have to wait long. "Are you nervous?"
He squints up at the ceiling and thinks that he doesn't know where Teddy got the idea that the spot looked like a dog -- it's clearly a teapot -- and says, "I don't know, are you?"
"Of course not, I just wanted to see if you were."
He rolls onto his side and tries not to smile because Teddy can be so obvious sometimes that it seems impossible that anyone, much less someone who knows him as well as Davis knows him, would ever believe even half the crap that comes out of his mouth. "I guess I am a little."
Teddy stares up at the ceiling and says 'you shouldn't be' and Davis wonders who exactly Teddy is trying to convince, him or the teapot.
"You're probably right." He says and he slides his fingers over the back of Teddy's hand under the sheets.
Teddy rolls his eyes and shifts onto his side until they're facing each other. "I am right."
And he thinks 'yeah, well' but only gets out half of it before Teddy is leaning in and kissing him. He smiles against Teddy's mouth and twists his hand in the front of the t-shirt that Teddy's still wearing and pulls until Teddy moves closer.
He doesn't actually think that he could ever get sick of kissing anyone but he'd bet money that he'll never get sick of the way Teddy kisses. The way he kisses with everything he's got every single time. Like if he doesn't the he's going to die or world is going to end or something infinitely more important than anything normal people can even come up with -- something only he can understand. Teddy kisses like it's his favorite thing to do and somehow that makes it even better. Somehow just thinking that Teddy would rather do this than do any of the other billion things they could do makes it impossible not to love it.
He tugs at Teddy's shirt until it's pulled up just enough to slide his hand across bare skin, across Teddy's ribs and over his back and then down to the waistband of his boxers. His fingers push under the elastic just enough to know that it's not enough and Teddy makes a sound low in his throat and wrenches his mouth away, gasping deep and lustdrunk, mumbling 'there's way too much clothing going on here' and, even though it's completely true, it's still kind of funny.
He smiles and bites at Teddy's neck until Teddy snorts and jerks away and Davis has always thought it was kind of weird that Teddy can still be ticklish even in situations when most people would be panting for it. Weird but in a good way, like the way eating Pop Rocks feels -- so weird he can't help but like it. But then he thinks that Teddy is weird like that in most every way so it's not really that big a surprise.
He pushes his underwear off and watches Teddy sit up and tug his shirt off, throwing it across the room and falling back down on the bed and lifting his hips enough to push his own underwear. Just watches him until he looks over at Davis and smiles the same smile he always smiles when there's no one else around to see it and then he's pulling Davis down and kissing him again like they never stopped.
Teddy's hands push and pull at his shoulders until Davis is on top of him -- their legs tangled up and confused, their chests touching -- and then Teddy's sighing and pushing his fingers through Davis' hair and he can't stop himself from thinking that this is it -- him and Teddy -- this is the shit that people write songs about.
They kiss easy and practiced, tongues sliding together and heads titled to exactly the right angle. Teddy's hands slide down his back and Davis rocks down, pushing their hips together until Teddy's hips are bucking and he's gripping Davis' ass with both hands and making these moaning sounds low in his throat.
He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against Teddy's, they're both panting hard and rocking harder and it feels good -- really good -- but it's not enough and he hears himself say it and then Teddy's moaning and saying 'fuck me then' and right at the moment it seems like the absolute best idea either of them has ever had. He kisses Teddy again, hard and messy before pushing himself up just enough to reach over and fumble with the bedside table.
The drawer always sticks and he pulls harder than he really needs to and almost falls off the bed when it finally opens. He digs around through all the crap that Teddy insists they can't throw away before he finally finds the lube. The tube's almost empty and he focuses on thinking about how he needs to buy more while he opens the cap with his teeth and then slicks himself. He pushes Teddy's leg back, positions himself and pushes in slow until it's impossible to go any deeper, biting his lip the whole time because Teddy always makes these breathy little whimper sounds that he still thinks are the hottest thing he's ever heard in his life.
Pulling back and pushing in slow over and over and it's so much better than good that he would probably kill or die to stay like this forever. But then Teddy's grabbing at his hips and pushing up against him and wrapping his leg around Davey's hip and begging him, saying 'pleaseplease' and 'god' and 'Davis.'
He pulls out almost all the way and slams back in, Teddy's mouth falls open with a gasp and Davis can't stop himself from reaching up and twisting their fingers together and holding Teddy's hand down against the pillow and doing it again. Fucking him just like that until Teddy is pushing his free hand between them and jerking himself off and not even trying not to make noise.
Teddy's heel digs into the back of his thigh and it hurts but not enough to stop. Because he loves Teddy like this. He loves the way Teddy pushes down against him like he's fucking Davis just as much as Davis is fucking him and he loves the way Teddy's knuckles rub against his stomach and the way he makes these insanely sexy broken-off grunting sounds. And Davis can't even imagine being with anyone else.
Because it's a rush that's totally beyond his realm of experience, no one has ever wanted him as badly as Teddy wants him. It's completely beyond him and he loves it. Loves him. Loves every single thing about Teddy, from the way he can't seem to go into the bathroom without checking behind the shower curtain first to the way he doesn't know how to function without acting like an ass at least half of the time to the way he kisses like kissing is what keeps him alive to the way he is right now -- completely lost in Davis and begging for more.
And he bites his lip hard because it would be so easy to come -- so easy to just lose it -- but he's always hated coming first. Because it feels like a cop out, like he's not upholding his half of the deal. And he knows it's stupid, knows that Teddy thinks it's hot and he remembers that, the only time he ever said anything about it, Teddy smirked and called him a dumbass, but he can't seem to really help himself.
So he doesn't try, he bites his lip and thinks 'don't don't don't' and 'come' and then Teddy's squeezing his hand until it's impossible to feel his fingers and tensing, moaning and coming wet and messy between them. And whatever tiny handle on control Davis has left shatters into a million pieces and he squeezes his eyes shut, hears himself moan, and thinks 'fuck' and 'god' and 'jesus' and it's like the entire universe has narrowed down to include nothing but them and then just exploded inside his brain.
And after a while, when his motor skills start working again, he shifts off and rolls onto his back and blinks up at the ceiling. Teddy stretches and yawns beside him and he looks over, watches Teddy wipe the mess off his stomach with his underwear or possibly with Davis' underwear -- someone's underwear. Watches him until he looks over and smiles sleepily and Davis wants to say something but doesn't and he doesn't know why. He just doesn't.
He looks up at the ceiling, listens to Teddy's breathing even out and thinks that he isn't really tired but that he should sleep anyway. Because they've got a big night ahead of them. Big, big night. Huge night. He squeezes his eyes shut and pushes down the panic that rises at the thought of all the things that could go wrong because nothing is going to go wrong. Because they've got a plan and they've practiced and they know what they're doing. All they have to do is just get through tonight and tomorrow night and the night after that and then it will all be over with.
Just three nights and then they'll have more money than either of them have ever seen in their entire lives and they'll be on some beach somewhere, drunk on those little drinks with the umbrellas and trying not to get too unbelievably sunburned while they plan out exactly how they're going to spend every cent.
He sits up, untangles the blankets, and pulls them up over both of them, slides his hand over the back of Teddy's hand and twists their fingers together. Looks up at the teapot on the ceiling and reminds himself that there's nothing to worry about. Because they've got the perfect plan and everything is going to be fine.
end of story.
originally posted to ihatefastcars on 07.25.04.