The End of Lazy Days
Posted on Thu Oct 11th, 2018 @ 10:06pm by Lieutenant JG Jonah Masters & Ensign Callan Armidale
909 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission:
Mission 1: The Return to Faltan
Location: Pacifica, Actura Residence
Timeline: MD 7 - 1030 hours
Jonah adjusted himself in the sun lounge, pressing himself up and swinging his legs over the side. Callan was still in the infinity pool that overlooked the light blues and greens in the seemingly endless ocean. The sun beat down heavily, the air already hot in the morning. Deciding Callan had the right idea, he slipped quietly into the water.
Immediately cooler, Jonah submerged himself and swam to where Callan stood, overlooking the ocean. Emerging just behind Cal, Jonah pushed his wet hair back before wrapping his hands around Cal's waist.
He dropped his chin onto his lover's shoulder. "Our holiday is almost over," he said quietly in a regretful tone.
Callan tilted his head to gently meet Jonah's. "Yeah... definitely hasn't been long enough," he agreed.
Jonah hands moved to Cal's hips, turning Cal to face him. "We could find a place like this. Maybe settle in for a while? Forget about all the dark corners in the universe?" Jonah suggested, a flash of memory reminding him of the sword plunged through him before drawing across his abdomen and spilling his guts out into the floor of the ghost ship, Potemkin. The shrinking scar, white compared to his tanned skin, a constant reminder until the final revisions could be completed.
Callan felt increasingly drawn to such an idea - 'settling down' for a while at some place that was fitting for both of them. But at the same time, he was at the very start of a career, and even taking a break from it seemed far too premature. Plus, Starfleet wasn't the kind of organisation that would simply allow its people to take leave whenever and however long they wanted to.
"Settling in?" he smirked. "Gosh, that makes you sound old."
Jonah chuckled, turning his head to kiss Cal's neck. "You like to point out how much older I am than you, but it's only three years," Jonah said. He moved his hands to Callan's ribs, tickling him mercilessly.
Callan laughed, retreating somewhat, waving an arm out in a splash. "Three years can be a long time, Jonah," he said, escaping before making his way to the edge of the pool. "Anyway, I might dry off and get changed. We should do that walk we said we should do the other day." He lifted himself up, a heap of water flowing off.
"Oh?" Jonah asked with amusement. "The walk with your ex-boyfriend?" he added, having long gotten over his jealousy of Reuben. Jonah quirked an eyebrow at Callan with a smirk on his lips. He also couldn't help but admire Cal's physique, still dripping wet.
"Yes... with him," Callan nodded slowly, reaching out to the sun lounger and grabbing the large, fluffy towel to ruffle over his hair. "I've reminded him to go slow on you, with your recent injuries and all that. But knowing him, he would've arranged the hike in a way that's somehow rehabilitating for you. Hopefully."
Jonah pulled himself out of the pool lazily, walking quietly behind Cal and grabbing his own towel, he ran it down the water dripping down Callan's back. "You always miss your back," Jonah chided Callan gently, his tone amused.
Cal shrugged. "Ah, thanks."
Jonah leaned forward and pressed his lips to Cal's neck, gently kissing him. "Hmm," Jonah said, smelling the pool water, sunblock and salt air of the ocean clinging to Cal. "I guess we should get ready for your playdate," Jonah quipped. "He better not have planned some arduous hike thinking he's gonna get you away in private," Jonah added. "They'll never find his body..." He left Cal with a smirk that implied nothing; it might have been a joke, or it might not...
Callan let out a hearty laugh. "Hah! You keep telling me how you're not jealous!" He made his way through the open glass doors that led into the large bedroom, grabbing his T-shirt off the wide ottoman in front of the king bed and slipping it on.
Jonah returned Cal's laugh. "I'm not jealous, pretty boy," he answered, wrapping his towel around his waist before walking into the villa. "If he wanted you, he could have just let me die on Archimedes. Instead, he saved my life, knowing we were together."
Jonah pulled his swim suit off and dried the rest of his body. Pulling on his underwear, he added, "Roo's obviously got his head in the right place medically. This walk on the other hand..." Jonah trailed off.
"Oh, please. It's not like we're climbing Everest. He said it'll be a long but steady hike to the beach on the other side of the island, and then a water hole he's found. C'mon, slowpoke. Dry yourself off. We gotta get changed and meet up with him in like, less than an hour."
Jonah pulled on his shorts and a t-shirt before sitting on the bed. Getting his shoes on had been one his his hardest tasks bending his leg and abdomen at the same time was still uncomfortable. This was the process that took a bit longer than anything else. "We have plenty of time. Stop fussing."
"Sure, sure," Callan said a little dismissively. "You know how long you take to get ready."
Jonah rolled his eyes. " Yeah? Perfection like this can't be rushed," he joked as he pulled on his other shoe.
Callan gave a tsk, and shook his head, turning away to disappear into the walk-in wardrobe.
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