Maria (ria_fics) wrote,

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Lorne/Kavanagh, NC-17

Title: Fun in the Sun
Author: ria_kukalaka
Pairing: Lorne/Kavanagh
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lorne and Kavanagh take a short break. Pre-Atlantis.
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Notes: For noctuabunda who wanted "a drabble that contains Kavanagh, a cactus and a very embarrassing situation for both of them".

Kavanagh leaned back against the sun-warmed rock, surprised that he was actually enjoying the pleasant Californian beach. He was only wearing shorts and tried to cover the rest of his pasty skin with towels.

Nick pulled them off him. “Come on Cal, why waste a single moment of this rare chance far enough from the SGC that no one cares?” Kavanagh, who prided himself on being logical, couldn’t argue with that.

Once the towels were off, Nick climbed on top of him, kissing him open mouthed, long and slow. His hands roamed quickly, touching every inch of skin he could possibly reach. The marine was almost giddy at being allowed to be so affectionate in public. Kavanagh returned the affections just as whole-heartedly and soon Nick’s hands were pushing at the elastic of Cal’s shorts.

“Whoa…Uhh…Nick…This is a monumentally bad idea.” Lorne looks around, there are a few other people on the beach, but no one is paying them any attention.

“Nah, we’re hidden by the rocks anyway.” He replies casually, chuckling slightly as he pushed the clothing down past his lover’s knees.

“Mmmm,” Cal murmurs in agreement as Nick dragged him further down the rock face and started passionately kissing him again. One hand wrapped around Cal’s cock, whilst the other reached for the sunscreen.

Kavanagh moans, deep but quiet, urging Nick on. Suddenly the low sound of pleasure changes, “Ow, ow, ow.” He shouts, practically jumping off the spot, his shorts and boxers falling around his ankles.

It takes him a moment to realise that almost the entire population of the beach is staring at him, eyes and mouth wide. Frantically, he reaches for his shorts, but only succeeds in getting another gasp as he bends over.

Though he’s doubled up with laughter and his eyes are streaming with tears, Nick manages to pass him a towel. He fumbled with it for another painfully long moment, before sliding back down behind the rock. His face flushed an unnaturally bright red colour.

A middle-aged woman walked over to them. She has small girl in tow, though she’s covering her eyes. She made a conscious effort to avoid looking over at them as she reaches down as picks up a small cactus in a clay pot, with a smiley face drawn in crayon on it. “Sorry, my daughter forgot this.” She took the plant and left quickly.

Nick, who had finally managed to get his laughter under control, broke down into another fit of giggles. Kavanagh just held his head in his hands and refused to get up until every single last person had left.
Tags: lorne/kavanagh, sga

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