28s - At the Beach Red Alert (G1) - R
Title: At the Beach Red Alert
Rating: R ish
Characters/Pairings: Red Alert/Inferno
Warnings: mildly smutty
Universe: G1
Summary; Inferno drags Red Alert out for a relaxing day at the beach. Red Alert doesn't cooperate. Claimed by
xaefryl
It was a beautiful day, Inferno reflected. The sun was shining off the water, the waves were washing over the jagged rocks so common to the Oregon coast. High cliffs framed this secluded cove, leading down to a small beach cut off from the outside world. It was utterly romantic. It was...
“... Completely unsecured,” Red Alert was complaining
Inferno sighed.
“I can see at least three different ways to sneak up on this place from here,” Red Alert continued. “Not to mention the fact that the ocean side is completely without cover-”
“Red,” Inferno interrupted. “No one knows we're here. They can't sneak up on us if they don't know we're here to sneak up on.”
Red Alert glared. “All it takes is one seeker overhead. Need I remind you that neither of our paint jobs are exactly inconspicuous?”
“It's a beautiful day out, Red! The sun is out, the sky is finally clear, and we're alone, with just sand and surf...” Inferno tried, spreading his arms.
“And any spies who happen to notice the fire truck and the Lamborghini heading out of town, away from any emergencies.” Red Alert turned away, crossing his arms and glaring up at the cliff sides.
Inferno heaved another sigh.
“How 'bout a compromise?” Inferno offered after a moment, a sly smile making its way across his face.
“Like what?” Red Alert didn't take his optics off the cliff top.
“Like...” Inferno stepped up behind Red Alert, wrapping his arms around the security director's middle. “You keep watch,” he purred. “I'll take care of the rest.”
“Inferno! What do yo think you're doing?”
“Optics forward, Red,” Inferno murmured, fingertips tracing circles across Red's hips. “Just relax.”
“How am I supposed to relax when you're-” His voice cut out as Inferno's hand slid across his hip, slipping between his legs.
The barrel of Inferno's gun-arm tapped the side of his chin, turning his face back towards the cliff. “No movin'.”
“I-” Red Alert choked. He shuddered, Infernos grip tightening, scraping up the inside of his leg.
“No talkin', either.” Inferno covered Red Alert's mouth. “Have to keep your audios open, Red. No tellin' what's sneaking' up out of sight,” he whispered.
Red Alert let out a muffled whine, half barely-smothered anxiety and half in need. The barrel against his jaw slid down, caressing that ever-so-sensitive seam just below.
“Inferno...”
“Shh...” Inferno's hand traced its way up to brush across the decals emblazoned across Red Alert's chest. The security director moaned, letting Inferno guide them both to the sand.
It was sometime later, when Red Alert was lying curled against Inferno's side, that either spoke again.
“Inferno?” Red Alert murmured, not lifting his head from where it was pillowed on Inferno's arm.
“Yeah?” Inferno shifted his arm enough to stroke Red Alert's back.
“This beach really is unsecured,” Red Alert said quietly, valiantly resisting the urge to snuggle closer.
A deep chuckle rumbled through Inferno's frame. “I suppose we can go back,” he said with a grin.
“Good. I need a bath. I have sand everywhere.”
The complaint made Inferno laugh outright. After all, beaches were nice, but there was something to be said about showers...
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Rating: R ish
Characters/Pairings: Red Alert/Inferno
Warnings: mildly smutty
Universe: G1
Summary; Inferno drags Red Alert out for a relaxing day at the beach. Red Alert doesn't cooperate. Claimed by
xaefryl
It was a beautiful day, Inferno reflected. The sun was shining off the water, the waves were washing over the jagged rocks so common to the Oregon coast. High cliffs framed this secluded cove, leading down to a small beach cut off from the outside world. It was utterly romantic. It was...
“... Completely unsecured,” Red Alert was complaining
Inferno sighed.
“I can see at least three different ways to sneak up on this place from here,” Red Alert continued. “Not to mention the fact that the ocean side is completely without cover-”
“Red,” Inferno interrupted. “No one knows we're here. They can't sneak up on us if they don't know we're here to sneak up on.”
Red Alert glared. “All it takes is one seeker overhead. Need I remind you that neither of our paint jobs are exactly inconspicuous?”
“It's a beautiful day out, Red! The sun is out, the sky is finally clear, and we're alone, with just sand and surf...” Inferno tried, spreading his arms.
“And any spies who happen to notice the fire truck and the Lamborghini heading out of town, away from any emergencies.” Red Alert turned away, crossing his arms and glaring up at the cliff sides.
Inferno heaved another sigh.
“How 'bout a compromise?” Inferno offered after a moment, a sly smile making its way across his face.
“Like what?” Red Alert didn't take his optics off the cliff top.
“Like...” Inferno stepped up behind Red Alert, wrapping his arms around the security director's middle. “You keep watch,” he purred. “I'll take care of the rest.”
“Inferno! What do yo think you're doing?”
“Optics forward, Red,” Inferno murmured, fingertips tracing circles across Red's hips. “Just relax.”
“How am I supposed to relax when you're-” His voice cut out as Inferno's hand slid across his hip, slipping between his legs.
The barrel of Inferno's gun-arm tapped the side of his chin, turning his face back towards the cliff. “No movin'.”
“I-” Red Alert choked. He shuddered, Infernos grip tightening, scraping up the inside of his leg.
“No talkin', either.” Inferno covered Red Alert's mouth. “Have to keep your audios open, Red. No tellin' what's sneaking' up out of sight,” he whispered.
Red Alert let out a muffled whine, half barely-smothered anxiety and half in need. The barrel against his jaw slid down, caressing that ever-so-sensitive seam just below.
“Inferno...”
“Shh...” Inferno's hand traced its way up to brush across the decals emblazoned across Red Alert's chest. The security director moaned, letting Inferno guide them both to the sand.
It was sometime later, when Red Alert was lying curled against Inferno's side, that either spoke again.
“Inferno?” Red Alert murmured, not lifting his head from where it was pillowed on Inferno's arm.
“Yeah?” Inferno shifted his arm enough to stroke Red Alert's back.
“This beach really is unsecured,” Red Alert said quietly, valiantly resisting the urge to snuggle closer.
A deep chuckle rumbled through Inferno's frame. “I suppose we can go back,” he said with a grin.
“Good. I need a bath. I have sand everywhere.”
The complaint made Inferno laugh outright. After all, beaches were nice, but there was something to be said about showers...
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