"Observer," Race/Dr. Quest, Jonny Quest
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kinkfestTitle: Observer
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Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Not really. Implied sex.
Pairing: Dr. Quest/Race
Prompt: Dr. Quest watches Race and his muscled body.
Race had tried to talk Dr. Quest into taking up tai chi for years. "You pay too much attention to the life of the mind," he said. "You need to respect your body, too."
"We go running, don't we?"
"But tai chi increases your balance and agility. Totally different disciplines."
"That's true," he conceded. "But I think I'll stick to running."
He liked to watch Race do tai chi, though. Especially on days like this, warm enough for Race to be in shorts and a t-shirt, but not stifling.
The boys were downstairs doing homework. Their essays were due tomorrow, which meant they'd be distracted for another hour or two, at least.
The boys weren't the only ones distracted, at the moment. Quest had brought his field notes up to the roof, but he wasn't actually getting anything done; he was too busy watching Race.
Race was certainly something to watch, the muscles in his back shifting as he adjusted his weight from pose to pose, but his breath remaining steady and even. Race's flexibility and grace always impressed Quest; a man with his build should be stiff, but Race moved like a dancer.
Quest, on the other hand, felt very stiff indeed, his breath coming faster, his mouth dry. No matter how many years they spent together, this never got old.
Race's bright hair shone in the sun; his well-tanned face, often so intense and focused, was serene. He turned, and the sight of his shirtless chest almost took Quest's breath away.
Was Race near the end of the form? He was, and that was something of a relief. He wouldn't dream of interrupting his companion, but waiting was becoming more and more difficult.
He got up from his chair and walked closer to Race. "Dr. Quest?" he asked, coming out of his focus and letting reality seep back in again.
He always called him Dr. Quest out in the field. So formal.
"We're alone, Race," Quest said, getting down on his knees.
"Benton, wha-- what are you doing? We're--"
"You have the best security in the business," Quest said, tugging at the nylon string of Race's shorts, smiling with satisfaction at the unmistakable bulge. "I'm sure we'll be just fine."
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lady_ganeshRating: PG-13
Warnings: Not really. Implied sex.
Pairing: Dr. Quest/Race
Prompt: Dr. Quest watches Race and his muscled body.
Race had tried to talk Dr. Quest into taking up tai chi for years. "You pay too much attention to the life of the mind," he said. "You need to respect your body, too."
"We go running, don't we?"
"But tai chi increases your balance and agility. Totally different disciplines."
"That's true," he conceded. "But I think I'll stick to running."
He liked to watch Race do tai chi, though. Especially on days like this, warm enough for Race to be in shorts and a t-shirt, but not stifling.
The boys were downstairs doing homework. Their essays were due tomorrow, which meant they'd be distracted for another hour or two, at least.
The boys weren't the only ones distracted, at the moment. Quest had brought his field notes up to the roof, but he wasn't actually getting anything done; he was too busy watching Race.
Race was certainly something to watch, the muscles in his back shifting as he adjusted his weight from pose to pose, but his breath remaining steady and even. Race's flexibility and grace always impressed Quest; a man with his build should be stiff, but Race moved like a dancer.
Quest, on the other hand, felt very stiff indeed, his breath coming faster, his mouth dry. No matter how many years they spent together, this never got old.
Race's bright hair shone in the sun; his well-tanned face, often so intense and focused, was serene. He turned, and the sight of his shirtless chest almost took Quest's breath away.
Was Race near the end of the form? He was, and that was something of a relief. He wouldn't dream of interrupting his companion, but waiting was becoming more and more difficult.
He got up from his chair and walked closer to Race. "Dr. Quest?" he asked, coming out of his focus and letting reality seep back in again.
He always called him Dr. Quest out in the field. So formal.
"We're alone, Race," Quest said, getting down on his knees.
"Benton, wha-- what are you doing? We're--"
"You have the best security in the business," Quest said, tugging at the nylon string of Race's shorts, smiling with satisfaction at the unmistakable bulge. "I'm sure we'll be just fine."
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