Post 26 - Cocina de Kodak

Posted on Thu Mar 4th, 2021 @ 8:56pm by Captain Björn Kodak & Andrew Munro

Mission: The Waiting Game
Location: Isle Delfino, Risa
Timeline: Shoreleave Day 3: 18:45 Hours

[Delfino Plaza]
[Isle Delfino, Risa]
[Shore Leave Day 3: 2012 Hours]

Dinner had been fantastic. Once the food had come, Björn and Andrew had spent the next hour chatting and laughing, bringing each other up-to-speed on their respective personal details: lines of work, some personal history, their shared taste in men -- there was so much to learn about each other and, while dinner had only scratched the surface, that scratch was satisfying. As the time spun on, Björn found himself not only enamored with how handsome his date was but also -- and perhaps more importantly -- how much he seemed to just click with him. Conversation was just so easy. And with Andrew having revealed he'd taken the next day off, the clearing of the plates had meant one thing: dinner might be over but the night most certainly was not.

Stepping out of Cocina de Carlos, bellies now full of delicious Mexican food, the two had set course for Björn's little villa on the shore. The Chameloid had taken Andrew's hand, guiding him to walk at his side but stay very close in. Walking step-by-step, the men continued chatting until, at last, the villas came into view. With the sea breeze caressing their bearded faces, the sound of the waves proved a wonderful backdrop for their alcohol-fueled laughter. The sand beneath their feet was soft, the warmth of the day receding as Björn led the way up to the door, hand stopping just inches from the handle.

"I assume," the Chameloid rasped lowly, eyes fixating on Andrew's, "that our evening shall continue in the hot tub? I've got a bottle of dark rum," Björn smiled, mentally thanking Debbie for leaving it behind the night before, "and a whole lot of time. Would love to share them both with you," his voice was warm and full of promise. His right hand raised, again cupping the side of Andrew's bearded cheek as Björn looked into the man's eyes meaningfully, searching for the 'Yes' he hoped would be coming.

"There's nothing I'd like more," Andrew smiled and placed a small kiss on the wrist of the hand cupping his face.

With a single movement of his thumb, Björn gripped a tuft of Andrew's beard and pulled his face closer for a deeper kiss. He kept a firm hold on it for the duration, then used it to lead Andrew into the privacy of the villa. The interior illuminated in a soft warm glow as they entered, creating a relaxed ambiance in the lounge area. Björn released his grip on Andrew's beard and dropped his fingers to the triangle of fur sticking out of the top of Andrew's shirt, tracing his fingers through it and tugging on the material to reveal even more. There was no resistance to the motion -- no move to stop his roving hands from removing the shirt entirely, tossing it aside on the nearby couch as another kiss was planted.

Though he didn't have to -- Björn could have simply shifted the article of clothing out of existence -- the Chameloid reached up to undo the buttons of his own shirt, revealing a soft pelt that mingled with Andrew's as their chests rubbed against each other as they kissed. He let the other man's hands rove up his sides and to his shoulders, where they pulled the fabric down to remove Björn's shirt as well. Only -- unlike Andrew's -- Björn's shirt stayed attached at the back lumbar, falling to hang behind him for all but the briefest of moments before it shrank into nothingness, absorbed back into the Chameloid's body. The kissing continued this way for some time, both men bare-backed in the moonlight filtering through the villa's windows.

Gently pulling away -- his startling gold-black eyes full of mischief -- Björn smirked down at Andrew's lower half. He'd gotten the reaction he'd intended alright but, for now, it was time to leave the man wanting for more. Trailing a hand down to take Andrew's, he pulled him along, leading him into the villa's kitchenette. Björn moved to produce two heavy-bottomed glasses from the cabinet to his right. They were quickly filled with ice from the refrigeration unit before Björn set the glasses down on the kitchen counter, next to a partial bottle of dark rum. Splash glug splash glug, the tropical-smelling rum shined in the soft light above as it filled the two drinking vessels.

Sliding one of the glasses across to Andrew, Björn hoisted up the other in a toasting position. With a quick clink, the men touched their glasses and then drank deeply of the rum. Despite the ice, the liquid burned as it went down, though it wasn't altogether unpleasant. The dark alcohol fired in their bellies, powering Björn's smile he stared at Andrew's form with unguarded appreciation. The Chameloid splashed more rum into the glasses then and playfully reached up trace a finger around one of Andrew's nipples.

"Let's get ready for a little dip," Björn said with the most mischievous of smiles, gently twisting the nipple ever so playfully. "Towels are out by the hot tub. It's completely private out back and I do believe I mentioned that no swim suits were allowed, hmm?" Björn sipped again, then looked Andrew up and down. "Undress. Slowly," his tone was commanding, "so that I can enjoy a good look before the bubbles and jets hide all the good stuff," he rasped lowly, eyes suddenly serious.

"Yes, Sir," Andrew teased, studying the golden-black eyes for a reaction to the word that he suspected Björn wanted to hear. He ran his thumb along the waistband of his shorts and timed a raised eyebrow to coincide with the button popping open. The shorts sagged, revealing a little more of what was underneath. A little hip rotation caused them to fall a little more and then farther still, complying with the commanded speed of the unveiling. At the point where nothing more was hidden, a quick shake made the shorts drop to the floor. He stepped out of the shorts and paused for a few seconds before approaching Björn, slipping his index finger inside the waistband of Björn's shorts and giving them a suggestive tug.

"I'd say it was your turn, but then these aren't really shorts, are they?" Andrew asked, smiling up at the Chameloid in front of him.

Sir. It was a word Kodak heard all the time:

"Aye, sir! Adjusting course..."

"Picking up something strange on the detector circuits, sir..."

"What about a four shift rotation instead of three, sir?"

The term was a complete given where Starfleet captains were concerned. Kodak heard it hundreds of times a day. But Björn did not. At least, not in the way he privately longed to. Not in the way Andrew was using it now. Sir meant something wholly different in the context of the kitchen they now stood, Andrew having followed his command to undress and be seen, the man's nakedness imbalanced against Björn's own half-state of undress. But that imbalance was the way of things: at least insofar as Björn had suspected -- and now knew -- Andrew enjoyed. Power was exchanged in the wake of trust and Björn wasn't going to waste the very special gift being given to him.

The word triggered a certain look on the Chameloid's face -- a look that Andrew would instantly recognize as confirmation of his own suspicions. The look was accompanied by the man suddenly standing taller, expanding his body more fully -- expanding his presence to fill that kitchen. Björn was imposing as he stood there looking down at Andrew, whose finger had not left his waistband. Taking another sip of his rum, the man locked eyes with his companion and then looked down, gesturing Andrew to his knees without needing to say the words. Eyebrows raising expectantly, he waited as the naked man accepted the command and lowered himself.

"You're right," Björn sipped his rum again before setting it aside. "They aren't shorts at all. But what fun would it be to just have them disappear?" There was gravel in the Chameloid's voice as he reached forward, placing a hand on Andrew's shoulder. "Pull them down, boy," he intoned commandingly. "Down to my ankles, just as you would anyone else's. I'll handle the rest," Björn smirked down at his very sexy date for the evening. "Quicker you do, the quicker we get in the hot tub, hmm?" The look he gave then challenged Andrew not to leave him waiting.

Andrew hadn't been sure that the shorts could be pulled down or if that would be equivalent to grabbing a handful of skin and giving it a painful yank. Now that he'd been told to do it, he wasted no time in making it happen. The material felt real, but when he moved it, the feeling was lost. The sensation was like nothing he could describe, as though his sense of touch was confused and the hairs on his arms prickled. As soon as the movement stopped, he could feel the material again and it felt as real as it looked. The odd sensation had distracted him momentarily from what he was doing until a musky scent made him aware that his face was now only a couple of inches from what the shorts had been covering. Andrew's eyes drank in the sight for several long moments before he smiled, raising his gaze up to find out what he could do next.

"Good boy," Björn nodded approvingly, looking down the lines of his own body to make eye contact with Andrew. Given the man's position -- kneeled on the middle of the kitchen's tile-floor -- the younger man reminded him of a pup waiting for permission to sniff and swallow a meaty treat on offer. And it gave Björn no small amount of pleasure to watch Andrew battle the temptation between getting what he'd been so patient in wanting and remaining kneeled there, waiting for the official approval to act. But such permission wasn't coming -- at least, not yet. "Stay," Björn smirked, reaching again for his glass of rum and taking a long pull from it. He delighted in seeing Andrew's conflicted facial expression at being told he must continue waiting, a sound like a hound's whimper escaping the man's lips.

It was almost cold in Björn's little villa -- especially so on the hard tile. He could tell Andrew felt the chill of the lowered temperature settings he, himself, enjoyed so much. The man's soft, pudgy body was covered in a layer of goosebumps. Whether the raised little bumps were from the cold, the thrill of being commanded, or possibly both was hard to say but, either way, Björn was enjoying the sight before him. Andrew's pale, pink nipples were hard and ridged, raised as well from the cold. The Chameloid could tell his date was fighting some discomfort on his knees there but if Andrew really wanted what he wanted, the man would find a way to battle through.

Stepping to the side, the Chameloid left his date where he was, moving instead to the fireplace, Björn's shorts having melded back into his body during the moments of eye contact. Kneeling to a crouching position, his brawny body held up by thick, strong legs, Björn reached into the darkened fireplace to rearrange the logs and fiddle with some tinder he'd placed there earlier. After a few moments of additional movement, flint and steel had been struck, their spark igniting a small flame that would soon grow into a cheery blaze. "For the chill...when we come back in," he said, turning to smile at Andrew over his shoulder. "You may stand, boy," he nodded, rising himself and moving back towards the kitchenette. "Refill our drinks and let's head outside, hmm?"

He didn't wait for confirmation of his command. Björn simply padded to the back of the kitchen, opening its sliding glass store and stepping nakedly into the back yard beyond. The hot tub could be heard happily burbling and gurgling in the distance.

Andrew rose to his feet and shook the stiffness out of his legs. Collecting the glasses and bottle, he followed Björn out to the backyard and served a fresh drink before the burly man settled himself in the tub. He'd filled his own glass and set down the bottle within easy reach before climbing into the tub himself. The moulded seat next to Björn seemed like the natural choice. It wouldn't be optimal for conversation, but it would be for hugging, kissing, and any exploratory touching beneath the bubbles.

The two men drank, laughed, and flirted in the bubbling tub for a couple of hours until Andrew thought he could see a growing hunger in those golden-black eyes. He hoped that it wasn't for food. At Björn's instruction, he fetched the special towels that wouldn't be ruined by the chemicals in the tub water and dried off the stocky Chameloid, lingering a little too long on his impressive barrel chest. Once the task had been performed to satisfaction, Andrew dried himself off and then his hopes were realized as Björn led him back into the villa.

After a few minutes warming and drying by the fire, the Chameloid led the way into a room with a large bed, warm lighting, and what looked like a camera bag sitting on the nightstand. As the kissing began, the lights lowered and Björn lifted Andrew off his feet, tossing the chubbier young man onto the mattress and then pinning him down.

"So much we have to do," Björn rasped lowly in Andrew's ear before kissing a trail down the man's body...

A few hours later, Andrew woke in a darkened room full of unfamiliar shapes. Momentarily confused, he felt a thick but reassuring arm wrapped around him and could hear a gentle rasping in a slow and steady rhythm. He remembered where he was and what had unfolded hours before. More than remembering it, he could still feel it, the tactile sensations echoing in his skin as though they were somehow recorded in this location where he still lay. A wave of satisfaction washed over him like the warm embrace he was still being held in.

Andrew adjusted his position so that he could see Björn's face, the traces of moonlight picking out his ruggedly handsome features. Time seemed to stand still, he was the only one awake and there was no pressure to react, to say or to do anything. He could lay there and take in that sight for as long as he wanted. They say that a man's true nature is revealed as he sleeps, Andrew thought to himself; he certainly loved what he saw. Andrew basked in warm, comforting feelings, relaxing and giving way to sleep once more.

[Kitchen]
[0942 Hours]

"Incoming message from Starfleet Command," the computer intoned softly, its voice just loud enough to cut through the hissing and popping of sizzling bacon.

"On my PADD," Björn said in response, using a fork to turn the strips of pork frying in their own fat. He'd gone out earlier, stopping at a streetside grocery to procure real meat, eggs, and a selection of fresh juices while Andrew continued to sleep. The poor man had been quite tuckered out after being worked on, over, and in the night before, clearly needing extra time to recuperate. It'd provided an excellent opportunity for Björn to try his hand at cooking a real meal again, not having done so in quite some time. But with the message from Starfleet now coming in, the Captain couldn't help but wonder if his vacation was about to be cut short.

Turning down the heating element beneath the bacon and the skillet of scrambled eggs, Björn moved to pick up the PADD he'd left on the living room table the night before. With some dread in his heart, he thumbed access to the message, his eyes darting back and forth as he read its contents. As he reached its end, a grin spread across his face almost from ear-to-ear.

"Someone's happy," came Andrew's groggy voice, the man standing naked in the hallway's threshold. One of the benefits of being bald was a distinct lack of bed head, though the man's beard was a bit haphazard in the morning light. "Is that...bacon?" he asked, sniffing the air playfully, hope shining in his eyes.

"It is and I am," Björn replied, setting the PADD down and moving to hug Andrew. Kissing his neck in the process, the Chameloid held the embrace for several long moments before pulling back and planting another kiss on Andrew's forehead. "G'morning sexy," he said warmly, nodding over to kitchenette's small table, which had been laid out with plates, cutlery, bagels and schmear, short glasses, and different bottles of juice set in bowls of ice. "Welcome to Cocina de Kodak," Björn smiled proudly, leading Andrew by the hand to take a seat. "Breakfast is almost ready. Help yourself to a bagel while you wait," he said before moving back to the stove.

"Gladly," Andrew yawned, taking the offered seat and grinning at the spread. "What was that smile all about, though? Read something good?" he asked, reaching for a bottle of juice and a glass.

"Very much so," Björn nodded slowly. "We were going to be here a couple of weeks. Just got word that Starfleet thinks it'll be more like a couple of months," he beamed before turning to up the heat under the eggs and bacon again. "Hope you won't mind me sticking around a little while longer, hmm?" he asked over his shoulder.

Andrew's smile could have lit the whole isle of Delfino.


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

Captain Björn Kodak
Commanding Officer, Unassigned

and

Andrew Munro
Federation Science Council Biologist (and still furry floozy)