Post 15 - The Barbe-Cutie, Part 3

Posted on Sat Feb 13th, 2021 @ 3:05am by Andrew Munro & Captain Björn Kodak
Edited on on Sat Feb 13th, 2021 @ 3:09am

Mission: The Waiting Game
Location: Isle Delfino, Risa
Timeline: Shore Leave Day 1: 1350 Hours

[Pianta Villas]
[Isle Delfino, Risa]
[Shore Leave Day 1: 1350 Hours]

The barbeque had been left behind. Sand-encrusted impressions signaled the direction Björn and Andrew had taken, loping down the beach from Jel and Rodney's villa and then to the left, stopping at the water's edge in front of the Chameloid's dwelling. The waves gently washed ashore, cascading around the pair's feet as Björn looked back towards the direction they'd come. He could see the top of Debbie's sun hat, though it seemed the woman had settled herself onto a seat at the first table. Hope she isn't upset I left her, he wondered, though to be fair, she'd excused herself first. And Björn was pretty sure it was to give him space with his handsome new friend. Given the position he and Andrew now stood in, they had some privacy as long as the others were focused on their meal and not looking too keenly their way.

Still holding Andrew's hand -- having led the younger man down the beach and to the water -- Björn smiled softly and squeezed the appendage with affection. "Alright, time to get you cleaned up, handsome. Are those water-friendly?" he asked, pointing with his free hand to the shorts Andrew was wearing. Already shirtless and in swim trunks himself, the Chameloid was water-ready. It was a bit unfair, though, given that -- as a shapeshifter -- his clothing was actually part of him. Well, save for his sunglasses, though those had been left behind next to his empty beer glass.

"I guess I do need something clean and dry to wear later," Andrew smirked as his thumb popped open the button that had been securing them around his waist. He let them drop halfway, stepped his left leg out of them, and then made a kicking motion with his right leg, sending the shorts flying in an arc that deposited them on the beach, clear of the water. A faint slap of flesh-on-flesh followed the kick. The origin of the sound revealed that the shorts were the only thing he had been wearing. The smirk was now a grin as Andrew backed into the water, enjoying the thrill of being naked on the beach. "Could you do my back?" he teased, maintaining the pretense that they'd gone down there to bathe.

As Andrew's hands lowered to undo that button, Björn found himself surreally wondering what he was about to see. In fact, his eyes had locked onto that button like a quantum torpedo with a target lock. But while the shorts themselves did, indeed, look like they were made more for on-land wear, the Chameloid expected to see some kind of swim suit underneath them. He was not at all prepared for the sight of this sexy man -- whom he'd only met a half hour prior -- standing there in the buff, the surf lapping at him from behind.

The younger man was a sight to behold. Stocky, a bit muscular -- especially for a Biologist -- and possessing of some pudge. He was furry in all the right places and Björn couldn't help but stare, mouth agape for a moment. Of course, this wasn't entirely due to the view -- as stunning as it was. The Chameloid found himself racked with some sudden indecision and worry. Here he was, only having been planet-side for a couple of hours, already about to skinny dip with someone he barely knew. And while Risa was known as a place where inhibitions were left at the water's edge, Björn was a Starfleet Captain. He was a representative of the Federation. Kodak, as he once again thought of himself, was supposed to be a paragon of morality and a fine example. Was this kind of behavior really acceptable?

Fuck. That. The thunder of Björn's inner voice almost scared the Chameloid. Swelling emotions inside said I've given 25 years of my life to Starfleet. I almost died on the other side of the galaxy for Starfleet. I have earned a private life and I have earned the right to do -- be -- whatever I want. I am not going to let this moment pass. The thoughts languished in his mind, the indecision playing across his face and eyes for a moment until, once again, the man was visibly relaxing. With a long, heavily expelled breath, Björn let all of the things that held him back go and just...gave himself to the sea. Gave himself to what he wanted -- who he wanted.

So, with practiced adeptness, the Chameloid smirked down at Andrew -- who was now submerged to just above his knees, everything hanging out -- and then shrugged with a laugh. The sound was hearty and accompanied the changing of blue rayon-esque material into skin and hair. It wasn't quite the same thing as taking ones shorts off and tossing them aside but when your skin quite literally was your clothing, one sort of had to make do. And he stood there for a moment, the sea breeze grazing his bare backside, looking down at this man who'd already made him feel more alive than he had in months. And with summoned confidence from the depths of his heart, Björn stepped down into the water.

Again he took Andrew's hand, this time with only a single word following: "Come." The directive was firm but warm, much like Björn himself. And as the Chameloid drew his fuzzy new companion deeper into the water -- the waves now raising up past their navels -- Björn let go of Andrew's hand. He reached up then to affectionately cup the soft, bearded face before him and smiled mischievously. "Cute boys like you get me into trouble, mister," his smirk reached all the way up into his eyes. "I've been on Risa for less than two hours and already I'm skinny dipping with nary a horga'hn in sight. What's your secret, hmm?"

"Not to let the moment pass you by," Andrew replied softly, maintaining eye contact as he leaned in closer. The large hand still cupping his chin guided the motion, the distance between their faces slowly closing. Lips touched, then pressed together. Andrew relaxed his, so that they would move with Björn's if he opened them. He felt the hand that had cupped his chin move to brace the back of his head and then the lips opened. Andrew closed his eyes. He already had a visual image of Björn stored in his mind and wanted to focus on his other senses, to complement it with the feel of his touch, the scent of his body, and the taste of him.

The Chameloid smiled into the kiss, holding it -- savoring it -- for several long moments. Placing his free hand on Andrew's waist, he drew the man closer while simultaneously moving him deeper into the water. The warm waves gently lapped at their chests, pushing and pulling the pair as they embraced front-to-front, Björn's grip on the back of his companion's head quite iron-clad. It was a control thing -- it always was with Björn. Control was how he ensured he didn't get hurt. Control was how he ensured the other person enjoyed himself just as much -- if not more -- than Björn did himself. And control was also incredibly intoxicating, especially when it was held over someone as stout and handsome as the man in front of him. And so Björn did what came exceptionally natural to him: he took charge of the embrace, bending to heft Andrew up so that his legs wrapped around his waist as they kissed.

Andrew wrapped his arms around Björn in a tight embrace not just for closeness but also stability as the Chameloid's tongue pushed into his mouth. He caressed it with his own, exploring its shape and texture. It felt larger and cooler than he expected and still had a trace of a hoppy taste from the earlier beers. The flesh of his back felt warm and soft to the touch, but firm underneath as the man held him slightly aloft. His back felt strong, an old strength that had been built up over years of work, and it was stirring reassuring feelings of security within Andrew himself. He teased the tongue in his mouth by sucking on it a little and then took his turn to explore the other man's mouth. Björn's musk was intoxicating, as though it was a pheromone specifically designed to draw him closer and make him want more.

Björn wanted more, too. His body responded in all the expected ways -- as did his companion's -- and if the Chameloid had been willing to take it further, he knew Andrew would have let him...would have submitted to being taken up to his villa and shut away for an evening of lusty lockdown. But the more Björn's body spurred him on, aching to go further, the more the Captain inside urged caution. Yes, it was fine to have a life of his own. And yes, it was fine to enjoy closeness with another. But truth be told, Kodak did not know this man. At least, not yet. Andrew could be a Cardassian spy for all he knew, hoping to gain access to privileged information or security clearance codes. Even on Risa, Starfleet taught its command-level officers to be especially careful about who they associated with.

So as much as Björn was enjoying himself -- as much as he wanted to just carry Andrew out of the water and up to his house -- Kodak knew it was time to de-escalate things, at least for now. He and his crew would be on Risa for a couple of weeks: there would be time to investigate Andrew's story and assuage any fears as to the man's identity and motives. And if, in a few days, the interest was still there, Björn would contact him and arrange a date -- assuming, of course, that Andrew agreed to such. If someone is worth it, then they are also worth waiting for, the Captain told himself, all of his thoughts rushing through his mind as the kissing had continued, unaffected -- somehow -- by the grumblings of caution. It was time to draw this first brush together to a close, however, and so Kodak pulled his lips away, offering a smile in their wake.

When their long kiss finally ended, Andrew was stunned. All of his senses had been filled with Björn for so long that the smell of the warm sea air and the cool lapping of the waves felt odd. It had been like nothing he'd ever felt before, so deep yet so right that he felt kind of lost now that it was over. But Björn was still right there in front of him, still gazing at him warmly with those eyes, and still smiling.

Deciding to leave Andrew with definitive motive for a future meet up, Björn decided to act on the subtle signs he'd been picking up from his hirsute new friend. Lowering him fully back into the water, lips and hips pulling further away from each other, the Chameloid reached up to hold either side of Andrew's face firmly, the man's beard wet with salt water and sea foam. "You are sexy as hell, young man," he smirked, fully cognizant that Andrew was only a few years younger than himself. "I'm afraid I've left your friends alone with Debbie, though, and that's...well, she's very enthusiastic," he chuckled softly. "We should get back, handsome. Before she bends their ears off and those steaks get too cold," his smile was the epitome of sardonic warmth. "Maybe once I'm settled and you're free, we can get together again?"

"You're right, it'd be rude for us to just disappear from the party," Andrew agreed, but the look on his face suggested that he had been hoping for exactly that. "And I'd really like to get together again."


=/\= A joint-post by... =/\=

Captain Björn Kodak
Currently Unassigned

and

Andrew Munro
Biologist and Furry Floozy