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 Suespur's request prompt: fluffy B/K. This was as close to fluffy as I
could get it. More than a drabble. Thank you to Illusionaltzu for the
quick & thorough beta. Additional thanks to Luci_2 for the title. 
  
  Dream About an Ocean by trillingstar	

 
 He startles awake from a dream about an ocean. Toby looks around. The
door's still closed and the lights are still out. Then he sees Chris
standing as close as he can get to the miniature window in their pod, his
forehead thumping lightly against the wall. Toby waits until he hears
Chris heave a sigh, then slides down to the floor. He reaches out and
touches his hand to Chris's back, rubbing up and down, slowly. 

 Chris raises his head, and then looks back over his shoulder at Toby. His
face is pale, but his smile is strong. Stepping closer, Toby slides his
palm around to Chris's abdomen. The muscles there flutter under his hand.
Toby returns to the smooth, cool skin of Chris's back, rubbing his hand in
circles, soothing Chris, warming him. Chris lets Toby guide him back to
the bottom bunk. They stretch out next to each other, Chris on his
stomach, facing the clear wall, and Toby presses up close to his side. 

 Toby props his head on his hand. His fingers trace patterns on Chris's
back, down to the waistband of his boxers, and back up, strong lines on
his shoulders and softer ones on his neck. Chris murmurs unintelligibly as
his body starts to relax. 

 Toby whispers in Chris's ear, "Pay attention." He uses his index finger
to draw a couple of letters clumsily, then makes a fist, pushing into the
small of Chris's back. "Okay," he says. 

 Concentrating now, his eyes tracking his finger's movements, Toby spells
out the first word: H-I. 

 Chris's chest shakes for a moment as he chuckles. "Hi," he rumbles. 

 Neither of them speak for a long time. Toby rests his hand on Chris's ass
in between words and after a while, he looks up to see Chris staring at
him attentively, his reflection slightly blurred. 

 "You've been watching this whole time?" He smirks. 

 Chris narrows his eyes, and then runs the tip of his tongue over his
front teeth. 

 Toby squeezes his ass in retaliation. 

 After that, his gaze flicks up to Chris's reflection every few seconds,
and he almost misspells a rather important word in his message. He's
halfway through it when he realizes Chris knows the word because he tries
to roll over. Toby throws a leg across Chris's thighs to hold him still. 

 Toby bites at the ridge of Chris's ear. "Don't you want to, uh, feel the
rest?" 

 "No," Chris grumps. A pause, and then he relents. "Yes." 

 There's another pause when Toby finishes with a flourish, tracing three
large exclamation points onto Chris's skin. 

 This time, Toby lets Chris flip over. They stare at each other. Chris's
eyes are wide. 

 "Beecher, you fuck! You never told me that before!" Chris nudges Toby's
shoulder. He sounds curious and indignant, a thread of affection woven in.


 Toby smiles indulgently. "You never asked." 

 A grunt from Chris in acknowledgment. "And you're not just trying to
cheer me up?" 

 "Honest truth, baby." Toby licks the corner of Chris's upper lip. "You
need cheering up?" 

 "I'm good," Chris says. He presses a soft kiss to Toby's mouth. "You're
good, too." 

 Toby raises an eyebrow. 

 "You know why," Chris whispers firmly. 

 *** 

 

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