Gone Fishing

I don't know why I'm so nervous. He was very clear about why he wanted to bring me out here. Todd Bertuzzi's about as subtle as a neon sign, so it's not like there was much room for interpretation. In other words, I knew what I was getting into. I could have said no, thanks anyway, maybe some other time. But I figured I could handle it.

The thing is, I'm not handling it very well. And I think I just figured out why.

Sitting across from me, sunglasses shielding his eyes, all laid back and nonchalant– there's Todd. Just sitting there, fishing. It's not as if he hasn't acknowledged me– he looks over and nods and smiles a little every once in awhile. That's just making me more nervous. It's like I know what's coming but I don't know when. It's like anticipation. Worse, it's foreplay.

Because even though he isn't touching me –yet– he is fishing. And I'm getting a little jealous of the way he's handling that pole.

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Sometime after noon, I'm getting a little drowsy from the sun. I figure we'll head in soon, but I might as well make myself as comfortable as possible until then. Stretching out my legs, I hook them at the ankles, and fling them up on the middle bench. After scootching down so that my back is resting against the hull, I'm relaxed enough to doze.

The lumbering Rottweiller puppy in human form gets other ideas at that moment. Of course. I think he must have leapt at me because of the force with which his body hits mine—mostly at my uhm, midsection.

A moment later his lips are on mine. He must be bracing himself against the edge of the boat because I'm surprised he's not crushing me. Then I can't think of another thing as his tongue thrusts between my lips, roughly brushing my inner cheeks. Oh man, he tastes so good. Burnt honey and a little salt; I can barely breathe.

He pulls back, giving me a chance to catch my breath. "What... Todd, what are you doing?"

He shrugs and looks as if he considers for a moment. "Well, first I'm going to put my dick inside of you. I'll pound against you until I'm sure your close, than pull you off with me. Sure, there will be the little kisses and everything but considering it's you with me, I figure just a lot of grunting." Pausing to wink, he sums up, "At least that's what I was thinking. What do you think, Trev?"

I think I'm stunned. "Wh-wha-Todd?"

"Yeah." He leans in again, stroking his knuckles over my cheek.

I shouldn't ask, but I'm so thrown and I can't think of any words and I can't keep these words in—and I have to know. `Why me?"

"Why not?"

"Well, `cause there's Jovo who would leap at the chance, Markus who's beautiful, Brendan who could keep up—I mean, why--."

His rough mouth shut off my words. I was again breathless, and he got his chance to answer. "Because I want you, Trev. And when I figured out there might be a possibility that you wanted me too I couldn't pass that up. And why you and not them?" He sighed and looked towards the water for a split second before looking back and meeting my eyes. "I know you're not as intangible as you seem, Trevor."

He leaned close, running his tongue along my throat. "You're not as intangible as you want to seem."

My arms have a mind of their own, snaking around his back. As he kissed and nipped my neck, I once again found my voice. "So, Todd, about that plan of yours?"

"Yeah?"

"There's a flaw."

He leans back and considers again. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Clothes."

Todd broke out into what can only described as a guffaw. "Oh, is that all." In a record amount of time, both of our clothes disappeared. I'm sure it was done in the typical, logical order that clothes are often removed before sex with a teammate but I have no real clue. I was so distracted by Todd's hands on my body.

I'm sure he prepared me, too, but again—watching. His eyes downcast, tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth in concentration. Rough fingertips graze by bare skin, and I gasp.

His warm eyes look up, checking on me. "Tickle?"

"No."

"Good." He does it again– just a light caress. Soft hands, let me tell you... and I think he gets the response he wants, because he breaks into this big, heartbreaking grin. "You're... uhm, something else, Trev."

I must blink, because I have no idea how he went from on his knees in the bottom of the boat to poised over me.

A breath after that, and his face falls forward to rest against my shoulder as I feel his tip pressing against my entrance. Slowly pushing, carefully stretching, Todd fills me. My nails dug into the inked flesh of his shoulders for a moment and I savored my body's desperate efforts to adjust to his size.

Todd begins to rock against me, and it's all suddenly feeling so very very real. A moment ago, I swept away by how surreal this all feels, but now I'm sliding towards awareness as I feel the warm stirring already beginning. Before I'm fully aware I'm even speaking, I hear my voice, panting softly from the invasion, whispering against his dark hair, "Todd, I have thought about you like this... so often... I need this... I need you."

He lifts his head, meets my eyes, but doesn't answer. Instead, the slow pumping speeds up and he's thrusting inside of me. I moan in disbelief and pleasure. As he rained little kisses down on any skin his mouth could reach, my body closed around him and clung to him like a necessity. The waves slap against the side of the boat in time with his thrusts. Each time his balls smack my ass, the crash of water sounds against the wooden planks.

It's odd how being out here on the lake feels like we're worlds away from everything and everyone else, but it does change the rules. Todd –noisey, boisterous, beautiful Bertuzzi– quietly moans my name against my shoulder as I feel him stiffen within me. Knowing his orgasm threatened to overwhelm him made me shudder with pleasure.

When we came, it was together, but not at all loudly. I felt the quiet desperate pleasure no less powerfully for the slow motions that pulled the essence and strength from our bodies. I looked up at Todd–and saw him in a way that no one else did. A waves of jealousy swept through me as I briefly acknowledged that the group had seen this side of him wasn't as exclusive as I would hope, but comforted myself that no one had seen him like _this_. He loomed over me more bright than the sky: filling my vision, his hair like dark clouds, and his eyes shining like daytime stars.

I chuckle quietly at myself as I close my eyes. The sounds of soft grunts and flesh slapping flesh has been replaced by the far away calls of birds and random splashing in the lake. Todd pulls out of me and kisses me gently, but there are no more words for us. I don't know what I expect him to say, and maybe it's better that he say nothing than something to disrupt this scene. Soon we'd be inland again and the world that we'd created on the lake would be swept away with the tide.

For now, the sun was shining, and no fish had been caught, despite our combined efforts.

*~*~* the end *~*~*