Okay, so I wasn't going to answer Alestar's Valentine's
request, because I have a zillion things to do. THEN I got a Valentine
from her that made me laugh, and it made me laugh just at that time
when my doggie had died and I was all sad, so now I think I should
answer that challenge. Dangit. ;-D Please note that this is
SUCH a fluff piece, with no plot whatsoever and abundant mookiness.
That's its only redeeming value. (Oh yeah, and this is all about a
There should be at least one, possible three stories between "Uncharted
Waters" and this story. There's one spoiler for that upcoming
story--but it's not a suspense-spoiler or anything, so... :shrugs:
This also hasn't been beta'ed. Bad JB! Bad! ;) But, hey, I got a title
having to do with water...
Other stories in this series can be found at http://tentative.net/JBMcDragon/waterline.html
Sailing into the Sunset
Jamie jumped up onto the bed, bouncing it. Bobby, sprawled on his
back with his head on his arms, laughed at the cheerful younger man.
Morning sun trickled through the blinds, sending stripes of light
across the bedspread.
"Okay, so," Jamie said, flopping across Bobby's legs and displacing
one puppy, "I wrote you a poem!"
Bobby grinned, shoving Jupiter aside as the mongrel came to lick
his face. Jupe slid off the bed, landing on the floor with a thump,
only to spring back to his feet. Archimedes jumped to the floor after
him, and the two puppies started playing furiously. "Do you really?"
Bobby asked, putting his arm back under his head and grinning up at
Jamie squirmed until he could reach the nightstand on the other side
of the bed, then opened the drawer and pulled out a folded piece of
notebook paper. He grinned and slapped Bobby's hand aside as it danced
across his ribcage, distracting him. "Be serious," Jamie demanded,
a suspicious twinkle in his own brown eyes.
Bobby tried to school his face into solemn lines without success.
"Read, then," he said, settling back on the bed.
"To Bobby--stop looking at me like that, Robert Drake!" Jamie growled
Bobby pulled his eyes off Jamie's very naked form and latched them
back onto his face. "Like what?" he said innocently. "Go ahead."
Jamie grinned, showing dimples that creased his cheeks, and looked
back at his paper. "To Bobby, with love, love me."
"Just you?" Bobby asked on a playful sigh.
"All of mes," Jamie corrected, grinning.
Bobby laughed, reaching out to grab Jamie and pull him closer, kissing
"No, no, no," Jamie huffed, pulling away--though he remained snuggled
up much closer to Bobby's face. "I'm supposed to be reading
a poem, not kissing you!"
"There are other things you could do to me," Bobby suggested, a distinct
lewd note to his tone.
Jamie looked at him and quirked one eyebrow. "Later."
Bobby grinned, blue eyes sparkling delightedly. "Read your poem,
Jamie sighed again, looking toward the ceiling and mouthing, 'why
me?' "To Bobby. You have eyes the color of non-polluted oceans--"
Bobby laid his head back against the pillows, laughing.
"And hair the color of my tan socks--" Bobby was still laughing,
and Jamie was trying desperately to smother his grin. He continued
valiantly. "And when you smile, you have teeth as white as a white
elephant! You have muscles that would put a normal, mid-size human-looking
Tyrannosaur to shame, and you're so good with ice I would almost think
you're a mutant!"
"Almost, huh?" Bobby asked, grinning. He reached down and trailed
the fingers of one hand along Jamie's body, and Jamie squirmed.
"Stop that!" he hissed. "This is a very very serious poem! This is
Noble-winning stuff here, okay?"
"Can you win the Nobel Peace Prize for poetry?" Bobby laughed.
"You can when it's this good!" Jamie answered, grinning. "Bobby,
you make me laugh more than the clowns at the circus with their red
noses and big feet," Jamie read, "and you make me happier than ice
cream! Though, it's still a pretty close running with ice cream on
a hot day..."
"Oh, man, I don't think I can beat that," Bobby said solemnly.
Jamie looked at him just as seriously. "I know. It'll be tough. But
Bobby nodded, grinning.
"So please, be my Valentine!" Jamie finished with a flourish, waving
his paper in the air as it bent around his fingers.
"I would love that," Bobby said, grabbing Jamie and pulling him a
lot closer. "Now get over here."
"Jupiter needs to go out," Jamie said sleepily.
"So let him out," Bobby answered, picking up the paper Jamie had
been reading from and glancing over the tiny lines of Jamie's writing.
"This isn't a poem," he laughed. "It's an essay or something!"
Against him, Jamie moved one shoulder in a shrug. "Whatever. Free
"'Dude'? Is that what it is, 'dude'?"
Jamie grinned--Bobby could feel the other man's mouth move where
it was nestled between his chest and neck. "I think you're making
fun of me."
"Never, 'dude,'" Bobby answered, smiling. He looked down at the head
cradled so close, eyes closed, one arm and one leg tossed over Bobby
possessively. "I need to let Jupiter out."
"Don't move," Jamie protested instantly, despite the fact that he
had only moments ago suggested that Bobby do just that.
"Okay," Bobby answered happily. "But when he pees on the floor you
have to clean it up."
Jamie rolled over off of Bobby in an instant, eyes still closed.
"You'd better let Jupiter out," he said.
Bobby laughed, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of
the bed. "Get up and grab Archimedes. He'll have to go out, too."
Bobby didn't wait to see if Jamie did so or not--he grabbed the dark
purple leash and whistled for Jupiter, who came bounding to the edge
of the bed with the energy only a three month old puppy had. He looked
up at Bobby adoringly, all black except for his white stomach, white
paws, and the straggling white stripe that wandered over his nose.
Bobby reached down and snapped the leash onto the little purple collar,
then stood and dropped it.
Jupiter dragged it happily to the door while Bobby pulled on clothes,
grabbing his jacket as well and throwing Jamie his trench coat before
stepping on the trailing end of the leash, picking it up, and walking
out the door.
Jupiter bounded along the hallway, pouncing on anything and everything
that got in his path, floppy ears going this way and that.
The mansion was quiet this early; most of the couples were in still,
and what was left of the team was mostly off with their particular
girl- or boyfriends.
Bobby stopped and turned, grinning at the sight of Jamie running
out of the room, Archimedes at his feet with his orange leash dragging
along behind. Jamie shrugged the rest of the way into his green trench
coat, then grinned and hurried to catch up with Bobby. Archimedes
barked at him, tongue lolling out of his dusty black muzzle happily.
"Hey, 'Medes," Bobby said, reaching down to pat the hound-like brown
head, fading to black on the nose and ears. "You got your mittens?"
Bobby asked Jamie, eyes twinkling.
"In my pocket," Jamie responded, patting the bulge at his hip.
"Damn. I thought you were just happy to see me . . . "
Jamie laughed and rolled his eyes, then trotted again to hurry down
"Go out the front!" Bobby yelled, stopping Jamie mid-turn. Jamie
shrugged and twisted around, heading for the front door with both
puppies hot on his heels.
Bobby reached the bottom of the stairs and grabbed at the hook where
his car keys belonged, only to find that they had, again, disappeared.
He sighed and patted his pockets; within, he heard a familiar jingle.
He grinned wryly at himself and started out the door, closing and
locking it behind him. Jamie was crouching on the front lawn, trying
to convince Jupiter to eat snow. Archimedes was sniffing bushes around
the side, looking like he was doing doggy business. "We need to get
them neutered before they start marking everything and 'Ro kills us,"
Bobby shouted to Jamie, who stood and shook off his trench coat.
"Not until they're done growing," Jamie said, boots crunching over
the snow. "Breeder said--remember?"
Bobby nodded and unlocked the car doors.
"Where we going?" Jamie asked, turning then to whistle at the puppies.
They both came bounding, dragging their leashes behind them.
Bobby grinned. "It's a surprise." He held the door open as first
Jupiter and then Archimedes leapt in, snow scattering all over the
back seat. "Sit, boys!" Bobby said, and after a little while they
actually responded. Bobby hooked them into their seatbelts, then slid
into the driver's seat himself. Jamie had already gotten in and buckled
up, and they started off down the drive without delay.
"We almost there?" Jamie said, grinning.
Bobby laughed. "Almost!"
Jamie grinned, propping his foot up on the dashboard of the car and
watching as the snow-covered world zipped by outside. In the back,
Jupiter and Archimedes alternately played and sat quietly, bound in
their seatbelts and unable to go very far.
"Here we are," Bobby said thirty minutes later, as they pulled up
outside a park. There was a swingset, unused, a dusting of powder
sitting precariously on the top bar. Three children ran and screeched,
jumping through the snow and clambering all over the plastic and wood
jungle gym. Jamie recognized the park as the same one he, Bobby, Sam
and Hank had played in with their water guns (and boy had that
been a cold night -- even with Ororo's power holding the winter at
"What are we doing here?" Jamie laughed, opening the door and stepping
out. He nearly slipped on a patch of ice, but grabbed onto the car
and made his way precariously to the snow-covered sidewalk.
Bobby unsnapped the two puppies from their seatbelts, grabbing both
leashes as they bulleted past him. "Head to the cabin!" Bobby yelled,
locking the doors with some difficulty as the dogs did their best
to wind him up. After untangling himself, he managed to follow Jamie
up a bank and under a tree, where there was a small wooden "house"
built beneath the overhanging branches, hiding from easy view by draping
"What is this?" Jamie laughed, standing in the tiny doorway and peering
"Go in!" Bobby returned, then slid back down the bank to meet a boy
of about thirteen. "Give me an hour," Bobby said, handing the boy
the leashes and a ten dollar bill. The boy grinned, grabbing the puppies
and the money, then went running off toward the other playing kids.
The puppies ran alongside, yapping excitedly.
Bobby turned and hurried up the slope, bending almost double to fit
through the doorway and into the "house."
Jamie sat in a small plastic chair at a small plastic table, his
knees bumping the underside. One hand covered most of his face, hiding
a grin, and the other was crossed over his ribs. "Bobby," he said,
"what is this?"
Bobby grinned, incredibly pleased with himself. "Happy Valentine's
Jamie laughed and buried his face in his hands. Bobby stood up straight--the
peaked roof was just tall enough to let him--and eyed the spread before
them. Pie was tucked in an insulator to keep it warm, with ice cream
in a cooler packed with snow nearby. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches--boysenberry
jelly, which was Jamie's favorite--and strawberries with whipped cream.
There was even a rose in the middle of the table, along with paper
plates and napkins checked with red and white.
"Bobby, you are something else, you know it?"
Bobby's grin widened. "I think so, thank you. Open that," he said,
pointing to an envelope laying nicely on Jamie's plate.
Jamie grinned, doing so. He looked at the note inside--a note promising
two tickets to whatever things Jamie wanted to go to, at whatever
time--and another stating reservations for McDonalds, for lunch. Jamie
started laughing. "Oh, classy," he said, eyes twinkling.
"Well, I admit it's not as good as your poem," Bobby responded, grinning,
as he walked around the table and came to a crouch beside Jamie, "but
you can trade it in for dinner at Alberto's."
Jamie grinned. "That's that Mexican place, isn't it?"
"You do love me." Jamie laughed and reached over, hugging Bobby with
one arm. "So, if I want to go to the opera--" he said, eyeing his
vouchers, "--you'll take me?"
"Or if I want to go to a Yankees game instead, you'll take me?"
Bobby nodded again, a smile playing at his lips.
"Wow. I'm liking this."
Bobby laughed, pulling Jamie out of his plastic chair, landing on
the cold ground with the other man on top of him. "You should!" he
crowed. "I went to a lot of trouble for this!"
Jamie laughed, struggling to untangle himself from the table, chair,
and Bobby. "I thought you said I wasn't supposed to buy you anything!"
he yelped after a moment, giving up his struggle. Bobby was only tangling
him more at every opportunity.
"I did," Bobby said, grinning.
Jamie poked him and Bobby flinched away, still grinning.
"See, I had a master plan."
Jamie eyed Bobby in mock irritation. "Really?"
"Yup. I got rid of the dogs -- we have a whole hour here -- and I
got you stuff."
"Yeah?" Jamie asked warily, still trying to figure out Bobby's master
"Right. So now that I've earned all this gratitude from you, after
dinner I'm going to take you home and do horrible things to your body."
Jamie perked up. "That's your master plan?"
"Uh huh." Bobby smiled.
"Oooh. I like that plan."
"Uh huh," Bobby agreed, still smiling.
"So that means, you planned this whole thing so that my gift to you
is ... me."
Bobby just grinned wider, showing all his teeth. "You can plan next
Jamie hesitated. "That implies we have to stay together at least
Bobby leaned back on his hands, Jamie still sitting on his lap. "Yup.
Still another part of my master plan."
Jamie laughed, leaning forward and kissing Bobby lingeringly. "So..."
he said, hands slipping under Bobby's heavy winter jacket, "just how
much heat can two people produce? And how long do we have in here?"
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