One Fan Is Not Enough
by Gail (gem225@hotmail.com)
JAG
Clayton Webb/Harmon Rabb
Rating: adult
On a hot summer's night, Harmon Rabb fixes dinner for Clayton Webb.
An interlude in the Solstice series, after parts 4, Tongues of flame, and 4a, Company business.
Disclaimer: Not mine, DPB's.
Please do not archive this story without asking me first. It's more than likely that I'll agree, but I want to know where my stories are.
Warnings: This is an AU.
Thanks to Tinnean for betaing speedily and with joy. Thanks also to Celli, Thamiris, fajrdrako, and atiejen for their comments on my LJ posting of this story.
For Mareen for her birthday (8/20/03) and for Thamiris for her kindness in putting the idea in my head with her Seduction Drabble Challenge (not that this turned out to be a drabble by any means) in her LJ.
*****
"Is there some reason you're only running one fan in this weather, Harm?" I've already sweated through my undershirt and shirt on the walk up the stairs to his place, and I want cool air, cold if I can get it. But it's as hot here as it is outside, since Harm doesn't have an air conditioner. I may have to buy him one and have it installed when he's away, although if he has some kind of moral objection to them we'll have a problem. I could always tell him I didn't do it, but he'd jump to the conclusion that Palmer did it, and I'd have to settle that. No.
He looks up from the lettuce he's rinsing - I should have known he'd make a salad - and smiles at me. "Hey there, Clay. It's not bad once you get used to it. I'll get you a beer - " I frown and shake my head - "all right. What then?"
"Water, please." Harm likes beer. I don't. For some reason he keeps trying to get me to drink it.
"Sure."
One pleasure's available to me with this hot weather and Harm's decision to conserve energy - looking at him in shorts and nothing else. His skin shines, and his muscles stand out as he reaches for a glass, then pulls open the refrigerator door and takes out a bottle. When he turns around to hand me the glass, his arm has goosebumps to go with the muscles, and when I glance at his bare chest, his nipples are standing out. The sight doesn't make me feel any cooler, but that kind of heat I like.
"Go take a shower. You look like you need one. I got some bread to go with the salad, and," he grins, "some meat for you."
Harm's idea of meat includes items that I'd never allowed into that category, but it won't hurt me to try whatever he got this time. "Thank you." I drink some water and watch him start tearing the lettuce, then more sweat rolls down my sides, and I decide that it's high time to shower.
"Don't put on those clothes again, Clay. No wonder you're too hot."
"You want me to walk around naked?" I put down the empty glass.
"Yeah, but I know you won't." He's laughing, and I smile. It's hard not to around him. "I put some clothes in the bathroom for you."
"Thank you." At least they'll be clean, and I wouldn't be surprised if they were my size. He did fine with the jeans he inveigled me into.
I head for the bathroom. I'll get out of my clothes there and take a nice cool shower.
*****
Both the shorts and the shirt fit me well enough, and the shirt has a loose weave that will let air through. Considerate of Harm, although these shorts aren't what I'd buy. They barely cover my ass. But I don't want to get back into my wool pants, and considering how much I enjoy watching Harm's body, it's only fair that I give Harm the chance to look at mine.
I take the step down to his living room and kitchen and see that he's sitting on the couch with two bowls, two glasses, a board with sliced bread, and the fan. Well, thank goodness he moved it, or I would have.
"C'mon, Clay, dinner's ready." He pats the cushion next to him. "If you sit here, you'll get the fan too."
I sit down and find that the air from the fan blows across me, then goes past me, back again, and over to Harm. He's got it positioned so that he gets the majority of the air.
"Some host you are."
He laughs. "Hey, I don't worry about that with you. Should I?"
I'm close enough to smell his sweat and musk, and that always gets me aroused. These shorts will show if I get an erection, although that could be interesting if Harm's in the mood for sex. The heat's getting to me.
"I still worry about that with you."
"Fair enough." He shifts away from me. "Go ahead and move over."
I give him a look, and he laughs again and stands.
"I was almost sure you were kidding."
I smile and pick up my fork as he adjusts the fan so that we get an equal share of the cool air. Considering that we still work together at times, it's just as well that I can still fool him. "Looks good."
"Try the meat."
I take a bite. So it is, unless it's a very good tofu substitute, but if it is, I don't want to know.
"It's good."
He's got one of his big smiles, and I'm pretty sure that it is a tofu substitute, but I'm not going to ask. However, I'm not going to eat too much more of it either.
"Have some bread." He pushes the board toward me. "But don't eat too much."
I sip some water and don't tell him that I know better than to overload my stomach in hot weather. I don't always get to spend summer in an air-conditioned office.
I'm glad that I'm here this summer, with him.
*****
I give up on the salad and bread after a few bites and don't even try to stop Harm from taking the bowls back to the kitchen. I'm not too good a guest tonight, but I don't think he minds. If he does, he can say something.
I have my eyes shut when I feel him sit back down, and this time, right next to me. I have my legs spread, and I'm sure that he's looking at my crotch. I open my eyes and find out that I'm wrong - he's looking at me, smiling.
I hope that smile means what I think it does. I'm not too hot to hear him moan as I suck his cock.
"You still look hot." He reaches for my shirt and undoes one button, then another. "You don't need this on."
His fingers brush against my skin, and I can feel my breathing speed up.
He pushes the shirt open. "Much better."
I sit up and lean toward him, but he pushes me back. "No, I like you like this."
"Like what?" Hot and sweaty? I might as well not have showered at all. We could take a shower together. There's room if we're careful.
"Relaxed." His hand drops on my crotch and presses, then lifts. "Yeah. Shut your eyes and let me do what I want with you."
Like he did in that hotel room, when he fucked me and we started this - whatever it is, but that gets me dinner cooked by him and laughter and holding him when he's asleep and him holding me sometimes while I keep myself still, and yes, sex. I don't know if I'm ready for him to be in charge again, but that note in his voice that tells me beyond all doubt that he wants me and no one else makes me want to stop thinking about anything but what he'll decide to do with me next. I don't have to be in control all the time. I can stop. I can trust Harm.
I shut my eyes.
"Yeah," he murmurs, then his lips are on my nipple, sucking like I wanted to suck his cock earlier. The air from the fan still hits my body, but not as often, since he's blocking some of it, and the contrast between the momentary coolness and the heat of his mouth, and the harshness of his breathing, as well as that sucking, make me moan.
He moves to my other nipple and sucks as fiercely, and I find myself rocking up, my bulge pressed against his thigh.
He pulls back, and I open my eyes. He's flushed and sweating and standing, dammit. "I want you on my bed, Clay. It'll be over too soon if we stay here." He holds his hand. "Come."
"I was going to, but you stopped."
He laughs again, and I check out his crotch. Yes, he's hard. If I moved quickly, I could get his shorts off and his cock in my mouth, but he steps back.
"I want more than a quick come on the couch."
So do I.
I push off the couch and go with him up to the bed. He brings the fan and plugs it in, then turns to me.
"You're not relaxed any more, Clay." He pushes me down on the bed. "That's better."
He climbs over me and fastens his mouth to my nipple again, but this time I don't have anything to rub against when I push up, and I'm pretty sure that if I try to stroke myself, he'll stop me.
All right, I can wait.
He stops sucking, rolls over, gets his arms around me, and pulls me with him. "I like seducing you, Clay."
"Yes, it's," I take a breath when he nips my neck, "interesting."
He laughs. "Interesting? I'd better try harder."
"Don't. Unless you want me to melt."
"No, I want to fuck you."
He nips my neck again, and I gasp instead of answering.
I agreed to let him do what he wants, and god knows he drove me crazy last time, so there's no rational objection to this I can muster.
I can't muster rational anything with him next to me.
He pushes the shirt off me, then works off the shorts with my help. I pull at his shorts, and they tear. He pulls them off and tosses them away.
"Don't worry about them, Clay." He leans over and kisses me before I can tell him that I'm not. "Get on your back. I want to see your face this time."
"I want to see yours." I've seen him when he's come, but not when he's been inside me or me in him. Next time I fuck him, I'll make sure that I find out.
His eyes glitter as he puts lubricant on us both and pushes in. The pain will pass, I remind myself and breathe. Then he's in deep enough, and the pain doesn't matter with the pleasure that builds and bursts and bursts again as he thrusts.
My eyes are open when I come, mapping the intensity, then his release.
"Thanks, Clay." He pulls out and leans heavily on his hands.
"Thank you."
He smiles, then pushes himself back and off the bed, and I find the strength to sit up.
"You really need another fan, Harm." At the least.
"Yeah. I'll get one." He hesitates. "I want you to be comfortable. You'll stay?"
I nod, and he smiles, then heads to the bathroom.
Yes, I'll stay.
The End
Posted 9/2/03
To part 5, Whatever ocean
