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booshslashhavenTitle: A Bit Rubbish, 5/?
Summary: they have one more for the road. Of course they do. And then they talk a bit
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Spoilers: Naboo thinks he knows what Dennis’s wife’s problem is
Length: about 1450 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own these guys, but boy do I have a lot of fun with them. All for love, not for profit, and I do always do my best to mend them when they get a bit broken…
Notes: this story has wandered off in its own sweet way and I have no idea whether it makes sense any more. I am just spying on the sex and transcribing the dialogue. Could be to do with the fact that I am on different medication this week…
A Bit Rubbish, 5/?
As always, Naboo’s shaman-senses wake him just before his radio alarm clock clicks on; only this morning he reaches out and clicks it off, instead of lying there listening to Xooberon FM.
Beside him, Dennis is still peacefully asleep, sprawled on his side with one arm tucked around Naboo’s ribcage.
Naboo has the feeling his boss needs all the sleep he can get.
Although…
Most of Dennis may be peacefully asleep, but one particular part of him isn’t, it’s wide awake and nudging into Naboo’s hip.
Naboo shifts his position a little, to give it more room.
‘One more for the road?’ Dennis murmurs sleepily.
‘And good morning to you, too, morning glory.’ Naboo wraps a hand round Dennis’s cock. ‘Sleep well?’
‘I – Oh, that’s good, yes, I did, thank you. You?’
‘Like a log.’ Naboo tightens his grip; strokes Dennis’s arse with his other hand. ‘Didn’t even dream.’
‘Nor did I… Naboo, what are you doing?’
‘Goin’ a bit too far?’ Naboo takes his hand away from Dennis’s ring. ‘Sorry. Should’ve asked first.’
‘That’s, um, a bit personal. I mean, I know you and I… we… last night… and I’ve thought long and hard about my basic principles, many times. But I don’t –’
‘You don’t need to explain.’ Naboo leans over and kisses Dennis into stammering silence. ‘But I can do this, yeah?’ And he strokes the furred ridge behind Dennis’s balls, pressing in deep, knowing there’s a sweet spot in there somewhere.
‘Yes, that’s… that’s fine. That’s… Oh.’
Yup, there’s a sweet spot in there alright: right there.
There’s a knock on the door.
‘Bugger off, Bollo,’ Naboo calls, ‘shaman business. Go an’ put the kettle on.’
‘OK boss.’ The gorilla’s shuffling footsteps go away down the corridor, and there is a clink of crockery from the kitchen.
Naboo takes Dennis’s prick into his mouth until it’s slick and gleaming; reaches a hand down to prepare himself, which doesn’t take long since he’s still pretty relaxed after last night.
Then he kneels astride Dennis’s hips, and smiles down at him. ‘You wanna top from the bottom?’
‘I… how did you know?’
Naboo shrugs. ‘My shaman-senses were tinglin’.’
‘Your shaman-senses, Naboo, are particularly highly attuned. That’s one of the reasons I appointed you to the Board… Oh.’
‘Fuck now, talk later, yeah?’ Naboo seats himself comfortably and tightens up a few key muscles, feeling Dennis twitch inside him in response.
‘That sounds like a good plan to me,’ Dennis says gravely.
‘I may not come this time – batteries take a while to recharge, y’know? But that don’t mean I won’t enjoy it.’
‘I sincerely hope, Naboo, that you will. Enjoy it, I mean. This might be the last time that we…’
‘Shush. Think of it as the first time that we… do it this way up.’ Naboo moves his hips gently, carefully, following every hint Dennis’s body is giving him.
The Head Shamanic Markers are standing out dark and clear on Dennis’s pale skin; Naboo traces the blue curves with his fingertips. ‘I remember when they put those in, you asked me to stand witness at your markin’ ceremony an’ everyone thought it was a condition of my gettin’ on the Board…’
‘Everyone except me. I knew you would do it anyway. I didn’t want anyone else to see me like that.’
‘Like what? You barely flinched. I was the one who almost passed out. But I couldn’t look away. An’ they’re beautiful. Thought that at the time. Still do.’
‘Thank you.’ Dennis arches his body into Naboo’s touch.
‘Sensitive too, eh?’ Naboo is smiling now, and Dennis smiles back, and they move together, easy and gentle and affectionate, with no more need of words.
And to Naboo’s delighted surprise, he does come, right when Dennis does, and although it’s a low-key affair compared with the epic dam-burst of the night before, it’s still a magic moment with the two of them perfectly in tune, and Naboo never wants it to end.
Afterwards they lie quiet for a long time, Naboo’s head pillowed on Dennis’s shoulder.
‘That was nice,’ Naboo murmurs, when the silence has gone on long enough and it’s time to start talking; start trying to help.
‘That was… something else my wife will never do,’ Dennis admits sadly. ‘Even though I know she’d… reach a climax more easily that way.’
‘Ever thought that perhaps that’s why not? Maybe she’s scared to let go an’ show weakness. Or she’s holding out on you to make you feel inadequate, prove she’s got the power…’
‘Or maybe both.’ Dennis sighs heavily.
‘You wanna talk about it?’
‘Well… I suppose it might help. Didn’t you say you used to do counselling as a sideline, when you worked at the zoo?’
‘Yeah, but it was mostly for that ballbag Howard, an’ he ain’t exactly complicated. I’ll do my best for you though.’
‘I don’t know where to start.’
‘Start at the beginnin’, then. When you got married. What was it drew you two together?’
Dennis thinks about this for a long time. ‘She’s like you.’
‘In what way is an extreme sports calendar model even slightly like me?’ Naboo’s all at sea here, he hadn’t expected that particular answer, he was expecting a candid admission that Dennis had simply fallen for a fit body and a nice pair of tits.
The Head Shaman’s brow is creased in thought. ‘Self-sufficient, or pretending to be, but a loner, in need of support.’ Another long silence. ‘And, of course, she does have a fabulous body and the nicest pair of tits I’ve ever laid eyes on.’
Naboo nods. ‘She’s a stunner alright.’
‘With a core of fire, but so fragile… she won’t admit it… she wants the world to see her as a successful career woman in her own right, and I can’t blame her for that –’
‘You jealous of her career?’
‘No, I’m very proud of it. But she doesn’t believe me when I say that. And the other Board members seem to think I just wanted her as a trophy wife, to prove my virility.’
‘When in fact the reverse was true.’
‘I’m afraid so. And I didn’t see it at the time. I was… flattered by her attentions…’
‘And didn’t see that she wanted you as a trophy man, one of the most powerful blokes in the galaxy, to underline her successful status.’
‘She really did want me. Physically, I mean.’ Dennis sighs. ‘At least, she used to like me being masterful and waving a big sword around, but the novelty’s worn off now. Besides, I couldn’t keep doing that all the time. The body-count was unacceptably high – it was causing the Board all sorts of public relations issues.’
‘I fink…’ Naboo takes his time finding the right words; he could very well be wrong here. ‘I fink she made the mistake lots of people make about you – she didn’t see that you do actually have real power as well as the symbolic position. She thought they’d just put you in charge of the Board because you were a pushover, and that you’d be a pushover as a husband as well. An’ when she found out you could see right inside her head…’
‘She hated it. I told you.’ Dennis heaves a harsh, painful breath.
‘So she’s pushed you away because she’s scared of being close to you.’
‘Of being close to anyone, I think.’
Well, that’s something Naboo can sympathise with. He hugs Dennis a bit closer.
‘So… Is all the girl-chasing just due to frustration? Proving that you still got it even though your wife refused to recognise it?’
‘I suppose so,’ Dennis admits reluctantly. ‘It’s more of a habit, one I’ve never broken. I suppose I was being selfish – I never really thought it would do any harm. She goes to launch parties and photo shoots with all manner of young and handsome men…’
‘Revenge?’ Naboo asks quietly.
‘I hadn’t thought of it in that light, but yes, I suppose so. And last night was more of the same.’
‘You mean Saboo?’ Naboo stammers a little over the name.
‘Yes. And I assure you, Naboo, I won’t go after Saboo with a sword, whatever I find has transpired when I get home. You have my word, I will leave him in one piece. The Board of Shamen needs him. And you need him.’
‘Yes, well…’ Naboo tries hard not to think about just how true that is. ‘What about what you need, though?’
‘That’s not important.’
‘Bollocks.' Naboo props himself on an elbow, and looks hard at Dennis. 'It’s the most important thing of all, and the whole reason you’re in this mess. Listen, you love her an’ you want her back, right?... Right?... Dennis, look at me.’
It takes a while for Dennis to turn his head and meet Naboo’s gaze. ‘I do love her. As well as… want her.’
‘An’ you thought because she’s into extreme sport that she’d be into extreme sex as well, and she isn’t.’
Dennis shakes his head sadly. ‘She’s afraid of… anything even slightly unconventional.’
‘But she wants you, yeah?’
‘Yes. I can see that she wants to have sex with me, very much. But then she shies away from it. I have never really comprehended the workings of the female mind. I don’t understand.’
Naboo kisses him chastely on the cheek. ‘I think I do. It scares her. Like you said last night. To have really good sex with someone you really have to trust them – it’s like takin’ your skin off and letting someone else see your insides – an’ she don’t trust you.’
‘I’ve tried…’
‘Yeah, but think about it. You spend a lot of time away on shaman business an’ she knows fine well that that usually means you’re getting’ wasted with us lot. You run after pretty girls at parties whether she’s there or not. She don’t feel secure. She can’t see inside you. If you want her to know what’s really goin’ on in there, you’re gonna have to let her in.’
‘I’m not sure I can.’
‘Course you can. You did it for me, you can do it for her too. You have to do the hard thing, big man, an’ tell her who you really are. Show her. And then trust her to make the right decision.’
Dennis puts both arms round Naboo and holds him tight. ‘Naboo, you’re right. My wife and I need to start again from a position of honesty, and you’ve shown me that that may in fact be possible.’
‘As well as releasin’ the tension, eh?’ Naboo nuzzles into Dennis’s neck.
‘That too. It should render the discussions… less complicated. And it was everything I ever hoped it would be. I – I don’t know how to thank you.’
‘No need. Listen, Big D, you’ve been the best friend and nearest thing to a parent I ever had.’ Naboo can feel himself welling up now. ‘If... if I could love you I would, you’ve always stuck by me and bent the rules for me, to save me…’
‘I think we saved each other, actually.’ Dennis pats him awkwardly on the back. ‘Come on, now, there’s no need for tears, didn’t you say we should look on this as the first time and not the last?’
Naboo sniffs, and wipes his eyes on the duvet. ‘Yeah. An’ it was a fuckin’ good first time an’ all.’
‘Magic,’ Dennis says firmly. ‘It was magic. And it always will be.’
There’s a knock on the door. Naboo sighs.
‘Bugger off Bollo, I told you –’
A loud and derisive gorilla-snort makes the doorhandle rattle. ‘Yeah, yeah. Shaman business, Bollo’s hairy arse. Bollo boil kettle six times. You two coming out for breakfast or should Bollo just make lunch now?’
Summary: they have one more for the road. Of course they do. And then they talk a bit
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Spoilers: Naboo thinks he knows what Dennis’s wife’s problem is
Length: about 1450 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own these guys, but boy do I have a lot of fun with them. All for love, not for profit, and I do always do my best to mend them when they get a bit broken…
Notes: this story has wandered off in its own sweet way and I have no idea whether it makes sense any more. I am just spying on the sex and transcribing the dialogue. Could be to do with the fact that I am on different medication this week…
A Bit Rubbish, 5/?
As always, Naboo’s shaman-senses wake him just before his radio alarm clock clicks on; only this morning he reaches out and clicks it off, instead of lying there listening to Xooberon FM.
Beside him, Dennis is still peacefully asleep, sprawled on his side with one arm tucked around Naboo’s ribcage.
Naboo has the feeling his boss needs all the sleep he can get.
Although…
Most of Dennis may be peacefully asleep, but one particular part of him isn’t, it’s wide awake and nudging into Naboo’s hip.
Naboo shifts his position a little, to give it more room.
‘One more for the road?’ Dennis murmurs sleepily.
‘And good morning to you, too, morning glory.’ Naboo wraps a hand round Dennis’s cock. ‘Sleep well?’
‘I – Oh, that’s good, yes, I did, thank you. You?’
‘Like a log.’ Naboo tightens his grip; strokes Dennis’s arse with his other hand. ‘Didn’t even dream.’
‘Nor did I… Naboo, what are you doing?’
‘Goin’ a bit too far?’ Naboo takes his hand away from Dennis’s ring. ‘Sorry. Should’ve asked first.’
‘That’s, um, a bit personal. I mean, I know you and I… we… last night… and I’ve thought long and hard about my basic principles, many times. But I don’t –’
‘You don’t need to explain.’ Naboo leans over and kisses Dennis into stammering silence. ‘But I can do this, yeah?’ And he strokes the furred ridge behind Dennis’s balls, pressing in deep, knowing there’s a sweet spot in there somewhere.
‘Yes, that’s… that’s fine. That’s… Oh.’
Yup, there’s a sweet spot in there alright: right there.
There’s a knock on the door.
‘Bugger off, Bollo,’ Naboo calls, ‘shaman business. Go an’ put the kettle on.’
‘OK boss.’ The gorilla’s shuffling footsteps go away down the corridor, and there is a clink of crockery from the kitchen.
Naboo takes Dennis’s prick into his mouth until it’s slick and gleaming; reaches a hand down to prepare himself, which doesn’t take long since he’s still pretty relaxed after last night.
Then he kneels astride Dennis’s hips, and smiles down at him. ‘You wanna top from the bottom?’
‘I… how did you know?’
Naboo shrugs. ‘My shaman-senses were tinglin’.’
‘Your shaman-senses, Naboo, are particularly highly attuned. That’s one of the reasons I appointed you to the Board… Oh.’
‘Fuck now, talk later, yeah?’ Naboo seats himself comfortably and tightens up a few key muscles, feeling Dennis twitch inside him in response.
‘That sounds like a good plan to me,’ Dennis says gravely.
‘I may not come this time – batteries take a while to recharge, y’know? But that don’t mean I won’t enjoy it.’
‘I sincerely hope, Naboo, that you will. Enjoy it, I mean. This might be the last time that we…’
‘Shush. Think of it as the first time that we… do it this way up.’ Naboo moves his hips gently, carefully, following every hint Dennis’s body is giving him.
The Head Shamanic Markers are standing out dark and clear on Dennis’s pale skin; Naboo traces the blue curves with his fingertips. ‘I remember when they put those in, you asked me to stand witness at your markin’ ceremony an’ everyone thought it was a condition of my gettin’ on the Board…’
‘Everyone except me. I knew you would do it anyway. I didn’t want anyone else to see me like that.’
‘Like what? You barely flinched. I was the one who almost passed out. But I couldn’t look away. An’ they’re beautiful. Thought that at the time. Still do.’
‘Thank you.’ Dennis arches his body into Naboo’s touch.
‘Sensitive too, eh?’ Naboo is smiling now, and Dennis smiles back, and they move together, easy and gentle and affectionate, with no more need of words.
And to Naboo’s delighted surprise, he does come, right when Dennis does, and although it’s a low-key affair compared with the epic dam-burst of the night before, it’s still a magic moment with the two of them perfectly in tune, and Naboo never wants it to end.
Afterwards they lie quiet for a long time, Naboo’s head pillowed on Dennis’s shoulder.
‘That was nice,’ Naboo murmurs, when the silence has gone on long enough and it’s time to start talking; start trying to help.
‘That was… something else my wife will never do,’ Dennis admits sadly. ‘Even though I know she’d… reach a climax more easily that way.’
‘Ever thought that perhaps that’s why not? Maybe she’s scared to let go an’ show weakness. Or she’s holding out on you to make you feel inadequate, prove she’s got the power…’
‘Or maybe both.’ Dennis sighs heavily.
‘You wanna talk about it?’
‘Well… I suppose it might help. Didn’t you say you used to do counselling as a sideline, when you worked at the zoo?’
‘Yeah, but it was mostly for that ballbag Howard, an’ he ain’t exactly complicated. I’ll do my best for you though.’
‘I don’t know where to start.’
‘Start at the beginnin’, then. When you got married. What was it drew you two together?’
Dennis thinks about this for a long time. ‘She’s like you.’
‘In what way is an extreme sports calendar model even slightly like me?’ Naboo’s all at sea here, he hadn’t expected that particular answer, he was expecting a candid admission that Dennis had simply fallen for a fit body and a nice pair of tits.
The Head Shaman’s brow is creased in thought. ‘Self-sufficient, or pretending to be, but a loner, in need of support.’ Another long silence. ‘And, of course, she does have a fabulous body and the nicest pair of tits I’ve ever laid eyes on.’
Naboo nods. ‘She’s a stunner alright.’
‘With a core of fire, but so fragile… she won’t admit it… she wants the world to see her as a successful career woman in her own right, and I can’t blame her for that –’
‘You jealous of her career?’
‘No, I’m very proud of it. But she doesn’t believe me when I say that. And the other Board members seem to think I just wanted her as a trophy wife, to prove my virility.’
‘When in fact the reverse was true.’
‘I’m afraid so. And I didn’t see it at the time. I was… flattered by her attentions…’
‘And didn’t see that she wanted you as a trophy man, one of the most powerful blokes in the galaxy, to underline her successful status.’
‘She really did want me. Physically, I mean.’ Dennis sighs. ‘At least, she used to like me being masterful and waving a big sword around, but the novelty’s worn off now. Besides, I couldn’t keep doing that all the time. The body-count was unacceptably high – it was causing the Board all sorts of public relations issues.’
‘I fink…’ Naboo takes his time finding the right words; he could very well be wrong here. ‘I fink she made the mistake lots of people make about you – she didn’t see that you do actually have real power as well as the symbolic position. She thought they’d just put you in charge of the Board because you were a pushover, and that you’d be a pushover as a husband as well. An’ when she found out you could see right inside her head…’
‘She hated it. I told you.’ Dennis heaves a harsh, painful breath.
‘So she’s pushed you away because she’s scared of being close to you.’
‘Of being close to anyone, I think.’
Well, that’s something Naboo can sympathise with. He hugs Dennis a bit closer.
‘So… Is all the girl-chasing just due to frustration? Proving that you still got it even though your wife refused to recognise it?’
‘I suppose so,’ Dennis admits reluctantly. ‘It’s more of a habit, one I’ve never broken. I suppose I was being selfish – I never really thought it would do any harm. She goes to launch parties and photo shoots with all manner of young and handsome men…’
‘Revenge?’ Naboo asks quietly.
‘I hadn’t thought of it in that light, but yes, I suppose so. And last night was more of the same.’
‘You mean Saboo?’ Naboo stammers a little over the name.
‘Yes. And I assure you, Naboo, I won’t go after Saboo with a sword, whatever I find has transpired when I get home. You have my word, I will leave him in one piece. The Board of Shamen needs him. And you need him.’
‘Yes, well…’ Naboo tries hard not to think about just how true that is. ‘What about what you need, though?’
‘That’s not important.’
‘Bollocks.' Naboo props himself on an elbow, and looks hard at Dennis. 'It’s the most important thing of all, and the whole reason you’re in this mess. Listen, you love her an’ you want her back, right?... Right?... Dennis, look at me.’
It takes a while for Dennis to turn his head and meet Naboo’s gaze. ‘I do love her. As well as… want her.’
‘An’ you thought because she’s into extreme sport that she’d be into extreme sex as well, and she isn’t.’
Dennis shakes his head sadly. ‘She’s afraid of… anything even slightly unconventional.’
‘But she wants you, yeah?’
‘Yes. I can see that she wants to have sex with me, very much. But then she shies away from it. I have never really comprehended the workings of the female mind. I don’t understand.’
Naboo kisses him chastely on the cheek. ‘I think I do. It scares her. Like you said last night. To have really good sex with someone you really have to trust them – it’s like takin’ your skin off and letting someone else see your insides – an’ she don’t trust you.’
‘I’ve tried…’
‘Yeah, but think about it. You spend a lot of time away on shaman business an’ she knows fine well that that usually means you’re getting’ wasted with us lot. You run after pretty girls at parties whether she’s there or not. She don’t feel secure. She can’t see inside you. If you want her to know what’s really goin’ on in there, you’re gonna have to let her in.’
‘I’m not sure I can.’
‘Course you can. You did it for me, you can do it for her too. You have to do the hard thing, big man, an’ tell her who you really are. Show her. And then trust her to make the right decision.’
Dennis puts both arms round Naboo and holds him tight. ‘Naboo, you’re right. My wife and I need to start again from a position of honesty, and you’ve shown me that that may in fact be possible.’
‘As well as releasin’ the tension, eh?’ Naboo nuzzles into Dennis’s neck.
‘That too. It should render the discussions… less complicated. And it was everything I ever hoped it would be. I – I don’t know how to thank you.’
‘No need. Listen, Big D, you’ve been the best friend and nearest thing to a parent I ever had.’ Naboo can feel himself welling up now. ‘If... if I could love you I would, you’ve always stuck by me and bent the rules for me, to save me…’
‘I think we saved each other, actually.’ Dennis pats him awkwardly on the back. ‘Come on, now, there’s no need for tears, didn’t you say we should look on this as the first time and not the last?’
Naboo sniffs, and wipes his eyes on the duvet. ‘Yeah. An’ it was a fuckin’ good first time an’ all.’
‘Magic,’ Dennis says firmly. ‘It was magic. And it always will be.’
There’s a knock on the door. Naboo sighs.
‘Bugger off Bollo, I told you –’
A loud and derisive gorilla-snort makes the doorhandle rattle. ‘Yeah, yeah. Shaman business, Bollo’s hairy arse. Bollo boil kettle six times. You two coming out for breakfast or should Bollo just make lunch now?’
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Date: 2012-12-29 09:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-29 10:26 am (UTC)And you should know by now that vulnerable!Naboo is one of my favourite things to write ever. He does deserve to be happy, and I will try to fix that...
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Date: 2012-12-29 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-03 10:30 pm (UTC)I love the relationship between these two and how they can begin to talk to each other with some sort of honesty - although I think Naboo needs to address his own longings for a certain someone too. And your attention to detail is fabulous; I really want to know what Xooberon FM sounds like (lots of folk ballads about the joys of lentils?)
And your Bollo is just perfect.
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Date: 2013-01-03 11:18 pm (UTC)