About: Kevin, Scotty, and others
Rate: NC-17!!! Yes, yes, I know! You guys hate a sexual intermezzo right in the middle of a very interesting murder-case, but deal with your disappointment, okay?! Life cannot always be about drama and murder, sometimes you just need to relax.... ;)
Disclaimer: Brothers & Sisters doesn’t belong to me, written with love, not for money
Summary: Summer-holidays are coming and the boys don’t know what to do with themselves.
Extra: It takes place after season 4 finale, but I’ve lost the time-line of the episodes and I will pretend that the events of the finale happened in the spring. So that this story can take place in the summer.
“Oh, Kevin, this place is beautiful.” Scotty sighs.
“That’s what James said it would be.” Kevin smiles. James certainly hadn’t lied. It hadn’t been easy to come here. A locked fence kept strangers from trespassing on the land leading up to the stairs.
Following the stairs, they had arrived at a small cove with a beautiful white sandy beach and the most beautiful blue waters that Scotty has ever seen. It looks like a picture from a magazine. Except, Scotty can feel the sand between his toes and the water just calls out to him to take a swim.
The desire to refresh themselves after the long walk, makes them impatient to get undressed and get into the water. They swim. They play. They kiss. And then play and kiss some more, until they’re both too exhausted. They let themselves fall in wet sand at the water’s edge.
“I had forgotten what a good swimmer you are.” Scotty says, stretching out, feeling the cold water roll around him and retreat again. Kevin looks down on him and smiles tenderly.
“If you were a cat, you’d be purring.” He caresses Scotty’s face.
“If I were a cat, I’d get out of the water.” Scotty points out, without opening his eyes. Kevin chuckles and kisses Scotty.
“Mhmm, now I remember that there’s something else you’re good at.” Scotty hums.
“Making love to me.” Scotty whispers.
“Scotty! We can’t do that. Not here. And I don’t want to go back just yet.”
“I don’t want to go back either, but I do want to make love with you. Here. Now.”
“Come on. When was the last time you had sex on the beach?”
“I can’t even remember having a first time.”
“You never…? Kevin Walker! Serious lack in your education! And something I plan to correct. Right now!”
He pulls Kevin closer until Kevin is on top of him and starts to kiss him. Kevin immediately replies by spreading Scotty’s legs a bit further, moaning against Scotty’s mouth when Scotty’s hard cock comes in contact with his. He can feel the hunger in Scotty and responds to him.
Their movements become more rhythmic, Scotty has his arms tightly around Kevin, his tongue exploring Kevin’s mouth as if it’s the first time they kiss. Suddenly Kevin pushes him away.
“Stop. Wait. Let’s go to our towels first… I got everything we need there….”
Scotty’s disappointed sound signals, that he doesn’t fully agree, but he allows Kevin to help him up. Between their kisses, laughter and arousing touches they manage to get to their towels and Kevin immediately sinks to his knees in front of Scotty and frees Scotty’s cock from the clothes, that still kept it trapped.
“Kevin…” Scotty sighs. If he’s at all surprised by how easily Kevin can do this to him, Kevin’s warm mouth makes him forget all about it in seconds. In fact, it’s not so strange, that the usually shy Kevin would do it, because the place is quiet, empty and private. It would be hard for anyone to see them.
Feeling safe enough makes Kevin courageous and Scotty is not complaining as he slowly lies down on his back. There’s no escaping that sucking mouth and Scotty has no plans to do something about it. In fact, when he sees Kevin reach for the bag, he brought with him, he slides it closer to Kevin, so that Kevin doesn’t have to stop doing what he’s doing.
Scotty bucks up, when Kevin finally lets go of him. He doesn’t want Kevin to stop, but Kevin looks up at him, holding up a tube.
“I want to take you.” He whispers. “I want to be inside you. Feel you come.”
“Do it.” Scotty orders quietly.
Not long after that he nearly cries out when Kevin’s fingers move inside him, while Kevin’s tongue licks the salt of his skin, sometimes biting him softly, without leaving a mark, but always enough to create a reaction, while his other hand pinches Scotty’s nipple, just so that Scotty wiggles underneath him.
“Kevin! Please! Do it!” He begs and Kevin laughs.
“Your wish is my command.” He replies and Scotty gasps at the first touch. He knows he should do this calmly, but he’s too eager to feel Kevin inside him. He pushes up, he wants to speed it up, but only ends up hurting himself a bit.
“Easy, baby.” Kevin smiles, feeling a bit smug for being able to drive Scotty this crazy. “You’ll get all of me. Don’t worry.”
“I hate you.” Scotty replies, out of breath, waiting impatiently for Kevin to move on.
“Then, maybe I should ... stop?… Imean, if you’re not in the mood.” And he pulls back a bit.
“Don’t you dare!” Scotty’s long legs force him back. Kevin laughs and starts to thrust and he watches how Scotty closes his eyes, how his lips part, how his body responds. Kevin is always amazed by how beautiful Scotty looks when he’s lost in ecstasy. Scotty touches himself.
At first hesitant, expecting Kevin to tell him to not do that, but when Kevin remains quiet, Scotty starts to satisfy himself. Kevin can only watch him. He loves this too much to interfere. He wants to close his own eyes and just let go, but at the same time he’s too fascinated by Scotty.
It’s only when he sees that Scotty is close, that he grabs Scotty’s shoulders, changes the angle a bit, making Scotty gasp at the sudden change, which tears Kevin’s own control to pieces. It happens too fast, for both of them. Scotty can’t help but lose himself, not even aware that he takes Kevin with him…
Jordan stirs the drink before him. He can’t even remember what he ordered, but it’s green, it’s sweet and it smells like bananas… and he doesn’t like it. And it’s not just the drink he doesn’t like, but also sitting here alone at the bar. He sighs and stirs one more time, doubting that it will improve the taste of the drink.
“A handsome man with such a sad face?” He hears and he looks up, wondering who spoke and to whom. He sees the smiling face of Mr Porter, the manager of the hotel, who works for James, and he seems to be talking to Jordan. Just to make sure, Jordan quickly looks around, but there’s no one else near him.
“As the manager of this hotel, I cannot accept such a long face. What’s the matter? How can I cheer you up?” Mr Porter asks cheerfully and a little smile curls around Jordan’s lips.
“I think my answer would be considered inappropriate.” He laughs.
“I’ve been a manager for 15 years and heard quite some strange requests. Do your worst and surprise me.” Mr Porter challenges Jordan, who starts to laugh. He likes this Mr Porter and his gentle humor a lot. Then he shakes his head. He puts on a slightly more serious face to answer Mr Porter’s question.
“I’m sorry. I guess, that I’m feeling sorry for myself. My best friend is gone with his husband, the other two left together… Whatever they are doing, I’m not sure I want to know. This leaves me, sitting here alone, …”
“... An unforgivable crime, may I add...” Mr Porter nods in understanding.
“Thank you. You have a way of making people feel better about themselves.” Jordan replies and, this time, it’s Mr Porter who seems surprised by the compliment.
“So, how can I really make you feel better? Your wish is my command.”
“Get me a man to have a romantic dinner with and some hot … fun… afterwards…?”
If Jordan had expected Mr Porter to be shocked, he’s wrong. Mr Porter seems to think long and hard about Jordan’s words, until he obviously finds a solution.
“That can be arranged….” He says calmly. “Dinner at seven? Just you and your guest? And who knows what happens after that…?”
“Really?!” Jordan asks, then he thinks he knows what Mr Porter is aiming at. “I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in some guy that you can buy on the street-corner for half an hour.” He says slightly irritated, or perhaps even a bit ashamed to think that someone believes that that's all he can get.
“Sir! I run a hotel, not a brothel!” Mr Porter replies, obviously insulted. “We do not encourage prostitution! At all!”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.” Jordan immediate apologizes. “It’s just… I don’t want that sort of attention….”
“I promise you. The man I have in mind is a very respectable man.” Mr Porter says with a proud little nod of his head, as if he completely agrees with himself.
“In that case,… I would like to meet him.” Jordan accepts.
“You won’t be disappointed.” Mr Porter says.
END OF PART 10