Disclaimers:
Summary:
Warnings:
Notes:
|
"
by
If the Official or Eberts had come down to the lab, they'd have scowled in disapproval. No, Eberts would have scowled and the Official would have suggested they move the party elsewhere. Well, Eberts would have suggested that they move, but they'd have ignored him. They'd have cleared out for the Official, though. With the Official, you never knew if he had received - and was about to personally carry out - orders to shoot you.
They'd reached the point in the evening where they'd drifted to the floor for various reasons, and she, Bobby and Darien were drinking tequila and enjoying a Friday night decompression session. Claire gave a soft hiccup and tried to mask it as a cough.
"Heard that," Bobby said, and motioned with his fingers to the beaker at her feet.
"No!" she tried to protest, but they were too quick for her.
Stretching a long leg, Darien edged the laboratory glassware across the concrete floor toward his partner. "Fill 'er up," he instructed Bobby.
"With pleasure, my man, with pleasure." Bobby uncapped the bottle and began to pour.
A trickle of tequila dribbled down the side of the beaker, and when a golden drop hit the floor, Claire pointed triumphantly. "Ha!" She shook her finger, in case they'd missed it. "Ha!"
The stream filling the beaker continued, however, and Bobby glanced up at her. "'Ha' sounds just as goofy with a ten dollar flourish. What's so cool about an English accent?"
Leaning back against the base of the lab chair he was usually strapped in, Darien cocked his head. "Wouldn't that be a ten *pound* flourish? Since she's English. Ten pounds sterling, not dollars."
The flow of liquor stopped, and Bobby's eyes unfocused for a minute. "Wouldn't it depend on the exchange rate?"
Claire tried to grab the container while they were preoccupied.
"Hey!" Darien toed the beaker out of her reach. "Give her more for attempted sneakiness."
"Bad girl!" Bobby chastised, and gave her hand a light smack.
"That's not fair!" Claire said, giving Bobby a hard nudge with her foot. "You poured tequila down the outside of the glass. This would indicate that your hands are unsteady, which would further indicate a loss of fine motor control. *You* deserve a shot for spillage." She looked at Darien, who gazed at Bobby before he answered.
"She's right. Sorry pard." Darien motioned for the bottle.
Mouth agape, Bobby tucked the tequila close to his chest and turned his body away. "No way! I do *not* need another shot!" He tried to look stern, but Darien started cooing at him in a reassuring tone, then lunged. "No, no, no!"
Darien growled and they began to wrestle. Thinking quickly, Claire shifted the beakers out of the path of flailing limbs. The Official squeezed each of her pennies personally, and if she had to requisition new equipment; he'd want to know how another set of beakers had been broken. At the end of the scuffle Darien emerged victorious. Bobby's face was wet with tequila and his skin glowed gold in the soft light.
"Have you ever had a body shot?" Claire asked suddenly. Both men looked at her as if she'd grown another head.
"S...'Scuse me? *You* want to do body shots?" Bobby shook his head. "This is too weird. Time for little Bobby to go home."
"Oh, no you don't. Siddown." Darien pushed on Bobby's shoulder even though he hadn't moved.
"OK, who's in?" Claire stood slowly, and headed to the refrigerator to retrieve a lemon. Her legs and feet tingled, and she wished they had a proper lounge with fat-cushioned chairs and couches to relax in. That would never happen with their funding, though. The closest they'd ever come would be.... She closed the refrigerator door and waggled a finger at the two men, giving them a mysterious smile. "Follow me."
+ + +
Looking slightly apprehensive, Darien ducked as he stepped through the doorway and into the padded room. "Is anyone else creeped out here, or just me?"
"Just you," Claire and Bobby said in unison, and Bobby snickered.
"Come on, man. This is great! The lab's ok, but this," Bobby stretched out his arms, "*this* is cool." He mimed falling and passing out. "You crash here and you're good for the night. Keep, I salute you." He bowed his head in Claire's direction and she gave him a regal nod in return.
"Excuse me, Lord and Lady Nut-job, but *you* haven't spent quality time in here: I have." Darien looked unhappy, but Bobby pushed him to the floor.
"This isn't bad. Get yourself a kitchen, a bathroom - you're all set." Bobby tested the padding experimentally.
Just outside the door, Claire adjusted the light levels down to mimic the warm ambiance of candlelight. She smiled when Bobby winked at Darien and Darien finally gave him a smile in return.
They'd carried in lemons, salt and the tequila, and rounded up nibbles from the snack machine down the hall. Bobby opened a pack of cheese crackers, and Claire whittled an apple into manageable slices. Darien filled their beakers, then raised his, and tipped it at his friends.
"I just want to say that despite the surroundings, I'm with good company and I'm feeling kinda warm and fuzzy tonight." He gave Claire a look that she supposed was meant to be serious. "Claire, if we end up having sex tonight I want you to know that I'll still respect you in the morning."
A polite snort was Bobby's comment. "As senior agent, *I* should have sex with her."
"Higher clearance," Darien countered.
"More years on the job," Bobby said.
Darien's grin was evil. He leaned down until he and Bobby were nose to nose. "Taller. Younger. More hair."
The barest hint of hurt shaded Bobby's eyes. "Guess you get the honors then, kid." He turned away and raised his hand to his mouth. He licked it, then sprinkled salt on the wet patch.
"Excuse me boys, might I remind you that *I* haven't said whether I want to have sex with either of you?" She shook her head. "You males and your pissing contests." She handed Bobby a slice of lemon.
The bright bite of citrus filled the room. Bobby did his shot, grimacing when he downed the slug of tequila. Beside him, Darien fidgeted.
"I'm sorry, Bobby, that was out of line. I apologize."
Bobby gave him a look, then shrugged.
Darien leaned close, touched his forehead to Bobby's very briefly, and cupped the back of Bobby's head, giving it a little shake. "I'm your friend, man. I didn't mean to hurt you. Those were cheap shots and I admit it. I'm sorry." He gave Bobby a gentle head-butt before he leaned back.
They sat quietly a moment until Bobby kicked Darien's foot, and Darien glanced up. They shared a wordless look, and it was obvious that the apology had been accepted and they were cool again.
She'd marveled at how quickly they'd become friends, and how fiercely protective they were of each other. She'd watched as they moved very easily within each other's space, seeming to share three feet between the two of them rather than four feet separately.
They were like puppies, constantly tumbling over each other. Darien was very physical, and he wasn't afraid to use touch to comfort as he had a few minutes ago. Bobby was physical too, especially with Darien, Claire had noticed. Part of it came from being partners, she knew, part of it came from the intense friendship that had sprung up between them. The biggest part, whether they realized it or not, was something else indeed. It was really quite sweet.
Lying on her back, Claire spread the collar of her blouse and gave the two agents a teasing smile. "Enough stalling, time for shots. OK, who's first?"
"Seniority," Darien said, his voice deep with mock sincerity. He gestured in Bobby's direction with the bottle.
"That's right - and don't you forget it, Junior."
"Get on with it, then," Claire prompted.
Bobby loomed over Claire, his look of bravado fading. He now looked a little embarrassed and hesitant. "We're really going to do this?" At her nod, he looked uncertain, but bent and licked her neck.
She ducked her chin and laughed. "God, that tickles."
Bobby gave her his trademark smirk, and sprinkled salt on Claire's neck. He leaned down again to lick the salt from her skin, then up to toss back the shot and bite a lemon slice that Darien held for him. He closed his eyes and smiled. "Mmmm, tequila."
"Down, you; your turn." Claire sat up and Darien didn't resist when she pushed him onto his back. She leaned down to give his neck a long, slow swipe with her tongue. He smelled of sun-warmed skin, a trace of deodorant and laundry detergent, and very faintly of male musk. "You smell wonderful," she murmured. She sprinkled salt on his neck, and gazed down at him a moment. She smiled. "Bobby, take my shot."
Both men blinked and traded a dubious look.
"Oh for pity's sake, it's just skin; can't handle it?" she exclaimed. "Bobby, if you don't take that shot, I get to ask you a question." Her eyes narrowed for emphasis. "Anything I want, no holds barred. You have to answer honestly, and I know you won't lie because you're a man of honor."
Blushing furiously, Bobby licked Darien's neck and straightened. Claire held a slice of lemon for him.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" She smiled at him. Darien looked flushed, and they avoided looking at each other. They were breathing a little too hard. "My turn, she said.
"Hey Doc," Bobby said. "Question: What were you going to ask? I'm just...." He shrugged. "You know. I'm just curious."
"Ah, but if I ask, you've got to answer." Darien was watching the two of them, not saying a word. Claire opened another button on his shirt, just below his chest, and his lips parted slightly when she touched him. "One more I think," she mused, and revealed his navel. "He's beautiful, isn't he?"
"You're asking me?" Bobby replied. "Someone's had too much tequila."
"*Men.*" Claire stroked Darien's flat stomach. "Thank god I'm a woman. We don't have all that ridiculous macho posturing drilled into us from birth."
"That's because you're *women,*" Bobby quipped, snorting.
"There's nothing unmanly about admitting someone's attractive," Claire said, admiring the ripple of muscle beneath Darien's skin. "Doesn't make you any less of a man. Just the opposite, actually; it shows that you're confident enough of your own sexuality to go against nonsensical, conventional mores."
Bobby rolled his eyes and nodded. "Mores, hunh? OK, yeah, Claire, he's attractive."
"You're not so bad yourself," Darien returned. They looked at each other for a moment before collapsing into laughter.
"No, he's not half bad," Claire agreed, and leaned over Darien to slide her fingers into the collar of Bobby's shirt. She pulled him close; he made a small sound of surprised pleasure and his lips parted as they kissed. She slowly rubbed one of Darien's nipples as she kissed Bobby, and when she scraped her fingernails over his chest, Darien gasped and gave a little groan.
"Claire, are you sure..."
She released Bobby's mouth and leaned down to kiss Darien before he could say anything more. Her hand slid down his body; he was smooth and his skin was warm and soft, the muscles underneath hard. He moved under her, shifting his hips slightly, his back arching off the floor. One hand crept up and wrapped behind her neck, and the other fumbled at her blouse. She held his wrist and pulled back.
"Oh my god," he murmured. "Why'd you stop?"
"Do you two want me to leave?" Bobby asked.
"Haven't I shown you that I *want* you here?" She rose on her knees to give him another kiss before opening the last button on Darien's shirt. Darien was hard; his cock pushed at the front of his trousers. She didn't miss the look that passed between the two men.
"What about you, partner? Can you handle this?" Bobby asked Darien. "Say the word and I'm gone."
"If this happens it's with *both* of you," Claire interrupted.
"S...S'cuse me? I thought you said both of us. I thought you said that." Bobby's eyes widened and his eyebrows raised.
"She said both of us," Darien said. "That's what I heard, right?"
"Bobby, Darien, just stop thinking. Bobby, you need another shot." Claire held the bottle over Darien's body and tilted slowly, letting a thin stream of tequila puddle on his stomach. She sprinkled a little salt in the liquor, and Darien jiggled slightly when she squeezed in a trickle of cool lemon juice. "Now *that's* a body shot," she said proudly. She turned to Bobby. "Drink it, or answer a potentially embarrassing question."
Bobby raised his eyebrows even higher, then looked at Darien. "Is this cool with you?"
In a very soft voice Darien answered, "If it bothered me, man, I'd be gone."
Their eyes met and locked for what seemed a long time, before Bobby bent to lap the alcohol from Darien's body. "Warm tequila," he said between licks. "I like it."
She had purposely poured more than he could either lick or slurp in one go, and Bobby's tongue flicked repeatedly over Darien's long, smooth torso. She glanced up at Darien to see how he was taking it, and found him watching her, a look of quiet curiosity on his face.
"What are you up to?" he asked. Before she could answer, he smiled and closed his eyes. Bobby was swirling his tongue in Darien's navel, chasing the last of the tequila.
"Does that tickle?" she asked. Darien nodded, eyes still closed, still smiling. "Truth or dare." She caressed one of his exposed nipples.
"Truth." It came out as a pleased sigh.
She smiled. "Would you like to have sex tonight?"
He growled, low and soft. "I'm half naked and I've been stroked and licked for about twenty minutes. Am I hard? Yeah. Do I want to have sex? Fucking hell yes."
"Truth or dare," Bobby asked, looking at Claire. He was wearing his official 'Agent Hobbes' face, and she read a challenge there.
"Truth."
"Is this a mind fuck, Keeper? Are you just jerking us to see how hot we'll get?"
She shook her head, and picked up the bottle of tequila. "I play games, but not that sort." She brought the bottle to her lips and took a sip; the alcohol burned a warm trail to her belly. "Tonight anything goes," she said. "All the monitoring equipment is off. Cameras, mikes, everything. The lab is closed down and locked up. What happens here in this room stays with us - no one else ever knows. Anything can happen. *Anything.* Agreed?"
Darien didn't hesitate. "Agreed."
Bobby nodded. "Just us. Agreed." He gave Claire a wicked smile, then looked down at Darien. "Truth or dare, Junior."
Darien opened an eye. "Truth." He closed it again.
"Did you sleep with Dr. Kate when you stayed at her house? Wait." He held up a hand when Darien grinned. "Let me rephrase that, you sneaky bastard. Did you have sexual contact with Dr. Kate? Oral sex, penetration, fingers...anything?"
"I told you, nothing happened." Darien shook his head, and opened his eyes. "I kissed her goodbye when she left, and that was it." For a moment he looked wistful.
"Truth or dare," Claire offered, and watched Bobby pour another shot of tequila on Darien's stomach. Darien was watching too, and when Bobby bent his head, Darien's eyes closed again.
"Truth," Bobby said, and continued his shot. He'd obviously overcome his initial reluctance to licking alcohol from his partner's body.
Claire paused. "That is *very* sexy." Bobby cocked his head to glare at her. "I finally appreciate the thrill men get when watching two women together." Darien made a small sound in his throat. "I think Darien's turned on," she added.
"Darien's *very* turned on," Darien whispered. He was practically purring.
"So, Bobby," Claire began, getting back to the business at hand. "Were you jealous of Dr. Kate?"
"Jealous? Of Dr. Kate?" He up-ended the tequila, taking a shot directly from the bottle. "Truth, hunh." He swiped his hand across his lips and stared at the floor for a moment. "I may have been a little *concerned*. A little. Jealous - a little. Maybe." He stopped.
Claire nodded, looking down at Darien. "I thought we were going to lose him." She ran her fingers over his lips; eyes still closed, he smiled and kissed her fingers. "But he's here," she continued, "and right now he's ours to do with as we please." She tapped a fingernail against the button on his pants.
"Oh god," he murmured.
"Hey, why isn't he see-through?" Bobby watched Claire's fingers as she unbuttoned Darien's fly. "He said something about adrenaline when he was with Dr. Kate...?"
Claire smiled. "I'd guess that Darien's been practicing his control. Haven't you."
Darien was quiet, then made a little sound when Claire slowly unzipped his fly. "Yes." It was a whisper.
"Magazines? Movies?" Bobby watched Claire take one of Darien's nipples in her mouth, flicking it gently with her tongue. When she slipped her hand into his pants, Darien's hips left the floor again and he moaned.
"Right there," he whispered. "Oh, god."
"You didn't answer, partner," Bobby continued. "Dirty books? Movies? What?" His eyes flickered briefly to the movement in Darien's pants. When he licked his lips, Claire gave him a smile.
Darien spread his legs a little. "Neither."
Claire and Bobby exchanged a look. "Do a shot," she encouraged Bobby. She looked at Darien. "I'd bet that Darien has a favorite fantasy. Am I right?"
Bobby's hand was shaking slightly when he poured. His eyes never left Claire's hand, even when he bent to lick the tequila from Darien's stomach, his face just inches from the movement in Darien's pants.
"Truth or dare, Darien," Claire urged. "Is your fantasy based on someone you know?"
He hesitated. "Yes." His voice was even lower than usual.
"Someone here at the Agency?"
His eyes opened, and he lay his hand lightly over hers. "I need a shot." He started to sit up, but Claire pushed him back down.
"I've got it." She tipped up the bottle, taking a generous amount of the liquor into her mouth, then leaned down and connected her lips to Darien's, slowly letting the tequila pass from her mouth to his.
"Oh man," Bobby breathed. "Claire, you're my kinda woman. I want one of those."
"We'll see." She winked at him. "You may get something even better." She slipped one hand back into Darien's pants and carefully pulled his boxers down with the other, freeing his cock.
Suddenly seeming very interested in the snacks that littered the floor, Bobby quickly glanced away.
"You can look, Bobby," Claire whispered. "Watch." Darien's cock was thick, hard and standing straight. Claire stroked slowly, and Bobby licked his lips again. He looked excited and scared. "Who do you think of, Darien?" Claire went on. "Is it Eberts?"
"God no." His voice was quiet.
"It's not the Official, I'm sure."
"Please don't mention that name while I'm half-naked and getting a hand-job."
"It's Claire, isn't it," Bobby interrupted. "You fantasize about the Doc."
Darien didn't answer. He was flushed and breathing heavily.
"It's the Doc," Bobby pressed.
"No," Darien finally managed, and his voice was rough. "Not Claire."
Bobby looked confused. "Who's that leave? One of the lab techs? Another agent?"
Darien turned his face away, and gently pulled Claire's hand from his cock. He covered his face with one arm. "We probably shouldn't do this. You guys are important to me...I don't want to lose that, if I haven't already." His voice was muffled.
"Hey," Bobby said softly, "if it bothered me, I'd be gone."
Darien turned to look at them both, but said nothing.
"Is it someone in this room?" Claire asked, pressing gently.
"He already said it wasn't you - " Suddenly Bobby's eyes widened, and he looked stunned. "Fawkes?"
When Darien answered, his voice was thick. "It's you, Bobby. I think about you."
No one spoke. Finally Claire pressed a soft, lingering kiss on Bobby's cheek and leaned her head against his, her lips at his ear. "We're three lonely people, isolated from normal society because of the nature of our work. If we can ease that loneliness for a little while, well...I don't see the harm." She pulled back to look in his eyes. "We agreed that everything would stay in this room," she said slowly. "Anything we want to do, no limits."
"Anything," Bobby echoed, his voice soft. "No limits."
Darien turned to look at Bobby. "I want you," he said, curling his fingers in Bobby's waistband.
"You got me." Bobby ran his hand through Darien's hair. "Younger, taller, more hair."
"Yeah, and I want *you*. Go figure." He gave Bobby a small, crooked grin.
Bobby leaned down to brush his lips against Darien's.
"Oh god, Bobby," Darien murmured, and pulled his partner down for a long kiss.
Claire watched, breathless, and when it was obvious that the kiss had deepened, she gave a silent cheer - they were discovering something she'd figured out months ago. She reached behind her for her discarded lab coat, and heard them laughing, low and husky, and kissing, talking too softly for her to hear. She fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a small drugstore bag. "Boys."
They looked guilty, as if they'd forgotten she was there.
She held out the package. "A few things you might need."
Bobby opened the bag and peered inside. He turned deep red.
"What?" Darien poked the bag. Bobby held it open to show the condoms, lubricant, raspberry-flavored body oil and wet wipes inside. They exchanged a hot, excited look. "You knew and we didn't?"
She gave them a smug smile and a wink, and gave them each a last kiss.
"You're going?" Darien asked when Claire rose to her feet. From the way he still gripped Bobby's waistband, though, she knew she wouldn't be missed.
"Since tomorrow's Saturday, no one's due in until noon. Have fun." She draped her lab coat over one arm, and headed for the door. Behind her, the two agents murmured softly, then whispered, and then there was silence. She opened and stepped through the door, and turned for one last look at her friends.
Bobby had slipped down beside Darien, and his head moved between Darien's legs. Darien, eyes closed, had one hand curved around Bobby's neck, the other on his back, cradling him as though holding something very precious. Before the door shut, Claire heard him whisper: "Mine."
The Invisble Man is the property of Stu Segall Productions.
All series, movies and characters are the properties of their respective owners. No infringement of those rights is intended. All fics on this site are the copyrighted property of their respective authors.
Site and design copyright © the other g.m.
All Rights Reserved.
