Naveen Andrews (NOT)

19 Oct 06; The Pub; Naveen Andrews, Billy Boyd; PG

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 02:32:11 GMT

[crossposted to billy_q and naveen_q]

Billy saw the sign British fare and stopped in his tracks.

Since he had arrived in New Orleans Dom had had him trying all sorts of concoctions like jumbalaya and gumbo and fuck knows what else. The lure of fish and chips or bangers and mash had him almost running into the pub.

So far that night, business was slow and there were only a few regulars sitting at the bar and abount the tables through the rest of the pub. A couple was enjoying the quiet to play a relaxing game off snooker in the back and Naveen was using the time to catch up on an order he needed to send out the next morning. He had his foot propped up on a small box behind the bar and was leaning against the flat surface as he crunched numbers in his head, only pausing to glance up when he saw the door open and light spill in from outside.

A ready smile lit his face as he looked over the other man in that quick way of his that catalogued the man's manner and categorized him as non-threatening. Not that Billy could tell what he'd been doing the glance had been so casual. Naveen nodded his head as the dark haired man neared the bar. "Hot day out there, I'd say from the looks of you. What can I get you to cool help cool you off?"

"It's always hot here," Billy sighed wiping his brow. "I actually came in for a meal but a drink would be really welcome. He forewent his usual whisky and ordered a beer, checking it would come cold.

"It's awesome to see a pub serving British food. I love New Orleans food don't get me wrong, but I've been hanging out for something from home. Do you do fish and chips? Bangers and mash? If it weren't so hot I'd have both." Billy stopped and looked around, realising that there was actually a menu. When he saw steak and kidney pudding he wheeled back around and said, "I'll have that...steak and kidney pudding. God I love that stuff!"

Naveen laughed even as he nodded. "Steak and Kidney pudding it is then," he replied even as he turned to quickly put in the other man's order through the small window leading into the kitchen. He knew it would be several minutes before it was up so he stepped back over to the bar.

"By your accent, I think you're from Scotland. I'm thinking Edinburgh or Glasgow." He looked at Billy expectantly, wondering how close he'd managed to get it.

"Is it that obvious?" Billy laughed. "Glasgow," he answered. "So how come you've set up a British pup here? Are there many Brits in New Orleans?"

"I'm the only authentic pub in the Quarter and one of the two or three in the entire city. Even if there aren't many of us, there's enough to keep me open," Naveen replied. "Though, New Orleans has such a large, diverse population, just about anything can thrive around here if the market isn't saturated with it already."

"Well you and your pub are a sight for sore eyes and a belly hungry for some proper food." Billy rubbed his stomach in appreciation as the cook brought out his steaming hot pie. He noticed there was a huge pile of chips accompanying it, and a bottle of HP sauce on the condiments table. This guy sure knew what he was doing.

Billy decided to stay at the bar and eat his meal rather than moving to a table on his own. He grabbed a mouthful of the pie, and with his mouth still full said, "Oh man, I am eating here every night!"

Naveen chuckled and poured the man one of his best whiskys and set it by his plate. "Drinks on me, mate. Name's Naveen. I was born and raised in London." The other man had an endearing quality to him that he couldn't deny and if he knew anything he knew that he had guys and girls swooning from here to Glasgow and back again!

"Thanks Naveen." Billy raised his glass in thanks. He was impressed so far by the hospitality of people here. "So what brought you to New Orleans? It's quite a far cry from London."

"I enjoy the diversity offered here...and the slower pace of life. Well, usually anyway," he retorted, smiling in self-deprecation. "Besides, it's something completely different and I enjoy a challenge!"

"It's sure going to be a challenge for me," Billy shook his head and took another sip of his beer. "I must admit I'm nervous about starting my job. But everyone here seems so friendly, so I'm hopeful about fitting in. Just gotta hope the locals understand me!"

"What're you going to be doing?" Naveen asked curiously, amused at the thought that no one would understand Billy considering many of the down-home cajun types he'd heard come in and he couldn't understand word one of what they said, slurring words and speaking so fast it was hard to differentiate different syllables, let alone words from what they were saying.

"I have a job at the music store, the one that does repairs and restorations," Billy smiled and decided to add, "I play guitar and sing a bit."

That caught Naveen's attention and he met Billy's gaze. "You any good?" he queried, pouring himself a quick drink and sipping it while he leaned against the bar and watched the other man. He was cute enough he'd probably draw both the men and women into a place, of that Naveen was certain!

"Don't ask me to answer that...please!" Billy laughed. "I'm okay, I've played in bands and I can hold a tune."

"Well, that's more than quite a number of people I know who try to sing or play," Naveen quipped, chuckling slightly. It was rare enough that he saw people from home that Naveen wouldn't mind seeing the other man again. "Well, perhaps one day I can hear you play."

"Do you ever have talent nights here? I'd be up for doing that."

Naveen pulled out a pack of cigarettes from under the bar and pulled one out before offering it to Billy. "I've not had one, but that doesn't mean I can't be talked into the possibility. Especially if I thought it could help me bring in some more business." his eyes danced slightly as he met the other man's gaze.

Billy waved a 'no thanks' to the cigarette. "I've been trying to give up lately, not good for my voice. Well keep me posted on the talent night idea. I'll be back in on a regular basis with the food you serve."

"I serve something different every night, on top of what's on the menu, so don't forget to ask! And, believe me, I will keep you posted on the talent night. I'd hate to lose any good talent because I didn't. I'm always looking for ways to improve around here and draw in more people, so believe me, I will seriously consider the possibility." He glanced down the bar and smiled when he saw one of the waitresses slip in to the area specifically used for their ordering. "But, with that, I must get back to work. However, I will come back over once I'm through. It's nice to speak to someone from back home."

"You don't know I'm talent yet!" Billy laughed. "What say I bring my guitar in one night, have a meal, and do a few songs for you? You've won me over saying you have a different meal every night."

Naveen could hear the timber of the other man's voice and didn't doubt he had talent. However, he did want to hear him first. "I think that sounds like the perfect plan. When are you available? I'd enjoy listening to you, I'm sure and I'm sure you're stomach would enjoy the meal!"

"I'm free most nights, haven't set up a regular social life yet," Billy smiled and added as an after thought, "I might bring my housemate Dom along as well if I can get his arse off the couch."

"Why don't we plan on Wednesday?" Naveen asked, thinking of what day he'd be free to actually listen and relax while they spoke and Billy played. "I've got full coverage and can get away from the bar itself then. You free then?"

"Cool," Billy said, "it's a date then."

Grinning, Naveen nodded. "Yes, it's a date!"

15 Sep 06; The Pub; Naveen Andrews, Josh Holloway; NC-17

Fri, 15 Sep 2006 19:06:04 GMT

[crossposted to josh_q and naveen_q]

Josh hadn't been back to The Pub since over a month ago, when Naveen had brought him back to his apartment over top. But tonight he needed a beer, and his legs had for some unknown reason steered him to this place. Well, okay, maybe he did know. And it wasn't like he couldn't get sex elsewhere, in fact, he was doing just fine on that front, so this recent fascination with Naveen had to come from something other than sex. Josh just wasn't quite ready to admit that.

Naveen was just coming out of the kitchen when he glanced through the pub, stopping when he saw a familiar face as it came through the door. His cock twitched in memory of the night he'd shared with Josh and he had to school himself to settle down. Smoothing down his trousers, he also couldn't help but flash back to a few weeks ago when he'd seen how close Josh had been getting with Sean. What the hell had been up with that anyway?

Josh, too, was unable to keep his body from reacting at the sight of Naveen coming into the pub from the back. One look into those deep brown eyes and he was suddenly remembering rough fingers, caressing his prostate just perfectly, and a man confident enough to control a situation in a way that made Josh feel strangely safe. Blushing, he lowered his eyes and stepped up the bar, ordering a straight shot of Jack and then cursing himself when the taste reminded him how he had gotten himself into this mess in the first place. He downed the rest of the drink in one gulp.

A slight smirk lit his face as Naveen worked his way through the crowd and slid in behind Josh. Leaning in, he put his lips in against Josh's ear so when he spoke, it would be a quiet undertone that no one else could hear.

"So, no flavor of the night, I see," he quipped before his teeth took Josh's earlobe between his teeth and pull slightly. Why it would matter to him what Josh did beyond their night together was escaping him at the moment.

He did care and that was what mattered.

Josh frowned, but couldn't hold back a shudder at Naveen's quietly dominating presence or the delicious pull of his teeth. What the hell? After an awkward at best conversation and not much else, suddenly Naveen was all touchy feely?

"What are you talking about?" he muttered, signaling the barman for another whisky and forcing himself not to lean back towards Naveen. Sneaking up on someone like some bloody magician. He'd try to ignore the stirring said technique caused in his trousers.

"You seemed awfully cozy with that man on the boat not too long ago," he murmured in Josh's ear. And _why_ was he acting so territorial? The man wasn't his, hell, they'd had a one-night stand, he had no real claim on the other man! But that didn't stop him either. "Do you always go passing your favors around to any cock that beckons?"

Josh whipped around at that suggestion, definitely angry now. What the hell? "What the fuck are you trying to pull, Andrews? What exactly did you see?"

Naveen backed off, slightly, and crossed his arms over his chest. His face was inscrutable as he eyes Josh up and down, his own body stirring at the memories of their shared night together. "I was on the other side of town a few weeks ago, Holloway. You looked quite cozy on that sailboat."

Josh frowned. Well, could be worse. He could have seen me fucking Sean against the railing on the river. "Yeah, well, I was. Went out for a bit of relaxation brought a friend along, had a bit of a good time. Not like I'm some two-bit whore," he argued. "Do you have a problem with that?" he asked, his expression and posture challenging.

He shouldn't have a problem with that. Naveen understood that much. However, understanding that and action seemed to be at opposite ends of the spectrum right then. And he hated it when he felt out of control of any situation! He lifted a brow and pierced Josh with his gaze, eyes narrowing at the stance the other man had taken. Naveen may have his arms crossed, but they were loose so he could spring into action if need be, and he leaned just slightly on the balls of his feet for the same reason. It was a ready stance that most wouldn't even identify or understand.

"And if I did?" he asked softly, his eyes never leaving Josh's.

Josh was expecting outright denial, and he didn't like the surge of an illicit thrill that ran through his veins at Naveen's response. He certainly wouldn't admit how the other man's jealousy or possessiveness turned him on.

Josh stared at him, for a moment. "We had a good fuck, Naveen," he admitted, his tone low as he held steady in the other man's personal space. "You and I both know that, and I don't regret it. But contrary to what you seem to believe, I don't just give it up all the time, to whoever comes along. You want me again, fine. But this time you're going to have to fight for it," he warned, his expression serious and tinged with a bit of anger.

Naveen's eyes flashed slightly with some unreadable emotion. Stepping in toward Josh, he put both hands on the bar on either side of the other man. He hated being so short, but he had other ways to compensate for that and most didn't fuck with him when he got this way. "Is that what you want?

For me to fight to get to your ass?" Leaning up, he took Josh's lower lip between his teeth and pulled back leaning back and meeting the other man's gaze once more.

Josh didn't quite expect Naveen to get so aggressive in the middle of the God-damned bar, but then it was his God-damned bar, so he figured it was all right. And Christ, he wanted it, but he couldn't give too much away, not yet. Their last encounter had left him feeling vulnerable, and he hated that feeling. "Something like that, yeah," he agreed, his hands moving up to push against Naveen's chest and get him out of this close proximity which was compromising way too much of his resolve. He frowned when his little shove didn't do much, realising the other man was braced better than he thought, and instead moved to the side, using his weight to push Naveen's right arm away.

Snapping out, Naveen's hand gripped Josh's arm and pulled him in against him. "Let's take this discussion into the back, shall we?" he asked mildly, tone completely belying the tight grip he had on Josh's arm.

Josh considered saying no, just walking out, but he honestly didn't want this to be over. He was here for a reason, no matter how subconscious, and he would have to see where it led. "Fine," he agreed, following Naveen behind the bar and trying not to shiver at the tight hold Naveen had on him.

Once in the kitchen, Naveen pulled Josh along into a hallway that led to the back part of the bar. He should take this upstairs or into his office, but Naveen wasn't sure he wanted to make it that far. The next door on their right was opened slightly, a light leaking through into the hall, so he banged it open and pushed Josh inside before stepping inside himself and slamming the door shut behind him.

Josh stumbled a bit when he was shoved in the room and steadied himself with a hand on the metal shelving that lined one wall. "So this is how it's gonna be, huh?" he asked, a little more comfortable in the private setting.

He held his arms out wide to the side and smirked. "If you want me then, I guess you're gonna have to come and get me." He braced his legs in place, ready to put up a fight for dominance whether he thought he could win or not. He was the bigger man, yes, but after the past few examples he'd seen of Naveen's strength and skill, he wasn't sure he could actually best him in a physical contest.

"You look as if you expect me to tackle you," Naveen quipped, pushing off the door and stalking toward Josh with an almost feral grace. He didn't stop until he was right in front of the taller man. "Are you hoping I do or hoping I don't?"

Josh frowned. That wasn't exactly what he was expecting. "I..." He hesitated, not sure how to respond. "I went down for you without a fight once, Andrews. I like knowing what to expect, and that wasn't it. So why don't you go ahead? May the best man win, right?" he said with a bitter smirk.

"So you like the fight, is that it?" he demanded softly, a hand snaking up to tangle in Josh's hair before Naveen pulled him down and claiming his lips in a demanding, hard kiss. Even as their lips met, he used their momentum to shove Josh into the wall, pressing hard against him.

Josh groaned into the kiss and kissed back, relaxing his muscles to throw Naveen off before he suddenly slammed forward and shoved Naveen into the opposite wall, quickly gripping the other man's biceps to hold him "I like it when my opponent doesn't assume he's going to win," Josh growled as he slammed their lips together again. His scalp burned like a mother from the brilliant move of pushing away while Naveen was still holding his hair, but at least he hadn't ripped any out, and the texture and pressure of Naveen's lips were really doing some distracting things to other parts of his anatomy.

Bringing a hand up, Naveen managed to twist it around quickly, breaking Josh's hold on his arm and shoving Josh back, his arm hyper extended. He used that pressure to move Josh away and turn him into the wall beside them.

Pressing him hard, Naveen released the arm, not wanting to hurt Josh, but slammed in against Josh's back, his hands, gripping the man's hips hard. "But don't you know? I always win," Naveen murmured before biting Josh's Neck and pressing his hips in against Josh's ass.

"Motherfucker!" Josh cursed, though truly he was embarrassingly turned on by the situation, now that he could feel Naveen's dick through his jeans and his skin was being worried by a set of teeth. He wanted to prove something tonight, but now he was damned if he was going to leave this room without someone getting fucked. "Is that right?" he asked in response to Naveen's comment, his sarcastic tone a little shaky as he resisted the urge to grind against the wall.

"Besides, I think you like it a bit more than you wanna admit even to yourself," Naveen quipped, moaning at the friction caused when he pressed his hips, hardened cock in his jeans, against Josh's ass once more. His other hand slid around and down the man's stomach and rubbed against his hand. "And this proves I'm right. I think we both like it a bit more than either of us would like to let on..."

"Awful lot of admissions for someone who pretends to be so sure of himself," Josh replied, his protective instincts flaring up as Naveen hit a chord he didn't necessarily want prodded. "Who says I'm in it for more than just a fuck?" As he said it, Josh was immediately tempted to backpedal, as he was afraid of driving Naveen away at this point, when not just his body but his mind were begging him to keep the man around a little longer. He felt like there was a fuse strung between the two of them, growing shorter by the day, and that when it was lit there was going to be an explosion he wasn't sure he was ready for.

Naveen cursed himself silently, wondering why in the hell he'd even suggest that. Well, other than the obvious fact that it was true! He chuckled, however, covering his discomfiture before he bit Josh again, squeezing and kneading at his cock. "I'm man enough to admit it at least instead of trying to dodge it like some pansy who couldn't decide what they felt if their life depended upon it."

"I'm not a fucking pansy!" Josh growled, trying in earnest to struggle now but not having enough leverage to reverse their positions and not really feeling very safe with a fight now, given Naveen's hand so close to his balls. Still, he at least put up a protest--Naveen's words were closer to Josh's true self-perception than he'd like to admit, and that hurt.

"Then admit you fucking like it when I fuck you so hard you feel it for days after," Naveen retorted, his hand kneading at the balls in his hand even as he palmed over the hardened cock under his hand. His other hand slid around Josh and began working at his jeans, unfastening them as he worked his tongue up the salty skin under his mouth and pulled at Josh' earlobe.

Josh wanted to come up with a witty comment, really he did. But as any man, he was a slave to instinct, and his instinct right now was to moan and push into Naveen's hand. "Fine, all right!" he agreed. "I like it! There, you happy?" His eyes clenched shut, trying to ignore the delicious heat surging through his veins and what Naveen's body heat and masculine scent were doing to his libido. He was so fucked.

Naveen shoved Josh's pants down over his hips, his hand coming up to cup the other man's cock and pull a few times roughly. His other hand slid back and worked on his own pants, quickly freeing his own cock and shoving his pants down and to the side before he teased his cock along Josh's crack. His hand slid into his pocket and pulled out a lubricated condom. "I thought you'd see things my way..."

"Jesus, just..." Josh's breath caught in his throat as he tried to refocus, but failed utterly. It was just too much, and the drag of Naveen's cock over his naked arse reminded him strongly of the last time this had happened and how much, despite what had happened with Sean, he missed it and was hoping for more. Josh brought his hands up to brace himself against the wall and pushed back, despite the flush of embarrassment this movement brought to his cheeks. "C'mon, damnit. Just do it."

"You got it," Josh murmured as he expertly rolled on the condom one handed while his other hand continued to stroke and squeeze Josh's cock with the other. He knew it wasn't going to be an easy entry, but he wanted to take it as easy as he could despite the fact that his body was urging him to just shove inside of the other man.

He positioned himself just outside of Josh's hole and brought his hands to the other man's hips. Even as he slowly pressed his hips toward Josh, he pulled the other man's hips. A soft moan was torn from his throat as he slowly pressed past the guardian muscle and felt the tip of his cock surrounded by the tight heat of Josh's ass.

Josh didn't even bother to bite back a moan this time, as he had embarrassed himself enough. In fact, the promise of a rough, dry fucking was almost penance for him--he wanted to prove to himself that he wasn't a girl, just because he liked it from this end, and especially with Naveen. Bearing down purposefully, he pushed back and let Naveen slip in another inch, his heart beating faster as his body thrummed with anticipation.

"You're so hot and tight," Naveen stated, his hand snaking around and grabbing Josh's cock, gripping it tightly as he and using it to brace Josh's hips while he shoved the rest of the way into the other man, groaning as he did so, the friction causing a thrill to rush through him and causing him to shudder in response.

"I... oh God," Josh stuttered, giving up on speech as the thrust sent his cock sliding deliciously into Naveen's firm hold. All he could do was moan, his hands nearly white on the wall as he tried to brace himself and force his muscles to open up. He wasn't a hundred percent sure why, but he liked it so fucking much this way, and he couldn't bring himself to complain even to salvage his pride.

Naveen began moving, pulling out and thrusting back into Josh slowly. He built up in speed, moaning softly as he leaned up and nipped at the back of Josh's neck. This was all out of his control and normally that would have had Naveen running in the other direction, however he couldn't stop this, it seemed to have a life of his own. His entire body was rushing with sensation as he continued to thrust into Josh. "Yes...oh shit..."

"Jesus, man... more," Josh begged, losing himself slowly tot he sensations that were coursing around him and filling him up. His eyes shut, he focused on the slide of Naveen's cock over his prostate, and the incredible pressure. His body had a mind of its own as he thrust into Naveen's hand and he knew he wouldn't last long, and that he was in serious danger of coming completely undone under Naveen's hands.

"Come for me." Naveen pounded as fast as he could now, his hand stroking hard over Josh's cock as he pushed it back and forward through his palm.

There was nothing but friction between them, building and thrumming, working it's way inside and around them. He felt his entire body shudder as his own orgasm ripped through him. Biting down on Josh's shoulder, Naveen muffled his cry in the skin held between his teeth as he felt his cock throb deep within the other man.

Josh had never imagined it possible to come on command, but with Naveen's voice, rough and silky at the same time against his ear, it seemed like the easiest, most natural thing in the world, and his body snapped and bucked between Naveen's hand and his body, channeling the energy that crackled between them. "Yes," he hissed, lost to the sensations, his head falling back against Naveen's shoulder as he felt the pulsing of Naveen's dick inside him, followed by the sharp pressure of teeth. For a few seconds, he wasn't in control of his own body, only a slave to sensation and to the other man, and it felt strangely good.

Shuddering, Naveen held close to Josh, his cock throbbing hard deep within the man's arse. Slowly, he released his hold on Josh's shoulder with his teeth and loosened his grip around the man's waist. His breathing was still heavy as he nuzzled against his skin. Pulling back, slowly, he pulled out of Josh and removed the condom. "I can't seem to get enough of you," he admitted quietly, running a hand down the other man's back.

Josh knew he should probably have a smart comment ready, pull up his jeans and get the hell out like last time, but Naveen's admission rocked him, and something in knowing how the other man felt made Josh feel safe. "I know the feeling," he admitted with a sigh, turning his head and giving Naveen a long look before slowly reaching for his jeans. "I'm not used to this," he added, not really sure why he said it, or why he was getting so fucking sensitive all of a sudden, but needing the other man to know.

"What? Sex in a storeroom?" Naveen quipped as he tied a knot in the condom and dropped it into the garbage. He didn't move away from Josh, however as he pulled out some napkins from a packet and handed them to the other man while using some himself to clean up his hand. Naveen grew serious however and met Josh's gaze. "I don't make a habit of this sort of things either. I've not been with anyone other than you since before I moved to New Orleans. Our bodies just seem to get away with us when we get together." His lips quirked slightly at that as he met Josh's gaze.

Josh smiled as he wiped up and then zipped his jeans. "You could say that. I'm sorry about Sean..." he started, but then shook his head, changing his mind. "Well no, I'm not sorry about Sean, but I am sorry if it upset you. He and I have gotten to be friends, and I enjoy his company, but... well I don't want you to think I'm fucking with you," he explained, shrugging, a bit embarrassed. "Just that I'm fucking you," he added with a grin. "Or being fucked by you, as the case may be."

Chuckling, Naveen tossed the napkins in the garbage as well, settling himself in and zipping his own jeans. "I don't exactly have a right to get upset whomever you're fucking," he retorted in self-deprecation. "However, I do enjoy...erm...fucking you. I suppose we really should get to know one another if we're going to make a habit of it."

Josh barked out a laugh. "Yeah, can't do this storeroom thing too often, it'll ruin my reputation," he replied with a snort. "I'll take you out to dinner some time, how's that?" Wait, did I just ask him out on a _date_?

"Best idea I've heard all day. I'd like that," Naveen agreed, smiling at that. This was insane. There was nothing here but damned good sex. But, at least he could be a friend, right? A friend, with benefits. Yes, he could use one of those.

Josh smiled, still a little frightened at his own audacity but marginally comforted by the fact that Naveen hadn't yet shot him down or laughed at him, and even seemed to be feeling similarly. "Well I'll give you a call then. But don't expect flowers, I was always shit at picking them out," he added with a wink, restoring his normal joking tone.

Chuckling, Naveen looked up at Josh from under his long, dark lashes. "I don't normally do living things. Buy me a drink or food and I'm more than happy. Speaking of, come on, let's get something to drink...my treat." The bar owner reached down and picked up the garbage bag from the can and tied it off. "After I throw this in the bin out back."

Josh chuckled and held the door open for Naveen. "Yeah, might wanna do that. And a drink on you sounds just about perfect," he added with a grin.

Wed, 13 Sep 2006 14:52:00 GMT

[private]

I've not seen Josh since the night of the White Linen Night. Well, actually, that's not entirely true. I saw him with someone on a boat and they were getting way too cosy. Why it should matter to me, I'm not sure. But when I saw them, I was not happy. Josh and I have nothing together. Hell, I don't even need anyone, really. So why does it bother me so much? And the question comes to mind: did I totally fuck up our friendship? Well, only time will tell. That is _if_ he ever shows up to The Pub again.

In othner news, I saw someone I thought I'd not see around town a couple weeks ago. Niki and I worked on several missions and jobs together over the years. It was almost like old times while we were knocking some sense into a couple drunks that had decided to harass her. However, there's something that worries me about seeing her here. I'm not sure what it is yet; we didn't get time enough to chat. I will find out, though. I'm going to call her; we do have to catch up, after all. I hope she's doing all right.

I need to get down to the bar. Vivi called in sick...again. I'm going to have to get someone in here on a part-time basis, I think to fill in her shifts because she is just not reliable. Perhaps even full-time as business may not be up to what it was before Katrina, but it is picking up a bit. I suppose I'll just have to wait and see what happens.

24th Aug 06, The Pub, Niki Wilson, Naveen Andrews, PG-13

Fri, 25 Aug 2006 01:46:33 GMT

[crossposted to our_quarter]

Warning: Slight violence

When Niki reached the bar she looked through the door, the number of people milling around made her wonder if she'd be able to see the woman she was looking for easily. With a sigh and look of cool nonchalance she entered, eyes immediately scanning the room for the redhead in a green jacket. She didn't expect the woman to be there yet, but you never knew. Niki wasn't in the habit of arriving anywhere 'on time' usually preferring to be early, out of habit.

Once she'd confirmed the woman wasn't there yet, she made her way to the bar, ordering a white wine and taking it across to a space on the far wall, where she could comfortably watch the door, and lean against a pillar, back to the bar. She settled down to wait, eyes wandering around the room taking in the faces of the patrons, quite enjoying the music and atmosphere.

A blonde caught his eye as he cleaned off the far end of the counter, muttering inside his head about stupid drunks who felt the need to make huge messes simply because they let themselves get out of control. When the almost familiar figure slid into the crowd, he looked after for several moments before shrugging and getting back to work. No big thing. He still had work to do before he left for the night and let his bartender on duty close.

A vibration against her hip made her straighten a little and Nik reached herfingers into the pocket of her pants, retrieving her phone. When she saw the caller ID she rolled her eyes and flipped the phone open, pressing her finger into her other ear after downing the remains of her drink. A few seconds later she was walking toward the door. By the time she reached it she was glad to be outside, the press of bodies closer to the door a little tight. Once out in the street she lifted the phone to her ear again, taking a few steps away from the door as she heard it open behind her. The woman was at another bar, some friends having told her the music being played there tonight was 'the hottest' and she wanted Nik to come there.

"You're with friends, now..." The woman told Nik she still wanted her there, the deal her husband had made her agree to was that she would have Nik with her till she arrived home. Niki agreed, silently wincing, to make her way there. Snapping her phone shut she started down the street, distracted for a moment as she wondered why it was a man would insist on a woman having a damned body guard while she was out with friends. But it wasn't her job to figure out the workings of the husband's mind and she shook her head, catching a movement out of the corner of her eye. She was suddenly aware there was someone behind her, closer than most people walked, and from the sounds of it there was another.

"Hey sweetheart, what's the hurry? Where's the fire?" one voice said, a hand tugging on her shoulder. She rolled it, the hand sliding off as she resumed walking. It was only a few paces when a man lurched around in front of her, forcing her to stop or she'd run straight into him. The other one was right behind her and she could feel him up against her back.

"Hey, fellas, you having a nice night?" she asked lightly. "Rather pleasant out, isn't it?" she added, trying for a passive approach first, as usual.

"Yeah, real pleasant, so why don't you come along with us and we can all have a real pleasant time, our own private party?" The man in front of her slid a hand up her arm and across her shoulder, her body moving away from it, trying to sidestep.

"I'm sorry guys, but a friend's just called, and she's expecting me, y' know? Can't disappoint her now, can I?"

With practiced ease she again rolled her shoulder, trying to dislodge the hand with as little offence as possible, but the man behind her stepped closer, pressing up hard behind her. She knocked the man in front's arm out of the way as she sidestepped, this time getting out from between the two bodies, taking a step back while continuing to try and keep the calm. But there wasn't much chance of the men giving up, a shopfront doorway behind her and her being cornered.

"C'mon fellas, you don't want to do this, really." There was nothing in their expressions or movements to support her words, and she sighed softly, deciding to try one more time. "That was her, on the phone then, so she's expecting me now, reckons the music's really great over at The Arch. Want to come with me?"

"Naah, we like our privacy, and besides, we can make our own music, can't we?" As the one speaking stepped closer she caught the dull reflection of light on a blade, the other one turned to look up and down the street. The baby Glock in the snug-fitting holster in the small of her back was some comfort, but she was really hoping it didn't come to that.

"So… you two... you share everything?" she asked, sounding nervous, drawing him closer as she stepped back till she could feel the door behind her.

"Yeah, you got it baby, share and share alike," came the half laughed sneer from the man further out on the street.

"OK, just wanted to make sure...”

Meanwhile, one of the 'regulars' was passing by and would have stopped, but knew he was completely incapable of handling a situation like this. He did, however, know someone who could. Rushing inside The Pub, he pushed his way through the mass of bodies near the door and barely stopped in time before hitting his stomach on the bar. "Naveen!" he called out.

It took a moment for Naveen to pick out the sound of his name in the noise that all the voices caused along with the clinking of glasses and the music being played. When he did, he smiled over at Gene and hurried over. "Hey there. Long time no see," he quipped, the welcoming smile sliding off his face when he saw the look in the other man's eyes.

"There's a woman outside...looks like she's getting harassed somethin' awful. Not sure what's going on, but the two men have her cornered in the doorway of the shop next door," he managed.

That was all Naveen needed to flip up the side of the bar and was pushing his way out the door. He didn't normally like getting involved in fights outside the bar. It was just a part of the business when people got drunk, some got pissy and others lost control. He refused to stop them from pummeling each other if they wanted. However, for a lone woman to be harassed, that was a different matter entirely.

"Be sure, baby, you'll get a fair share of both of us... " The drunk stepped forward, close enough she could feel the heat from his body.

A smile and small apologetic shrug of her shoulders was all she offered as her knee jerked up sharply, connecting with his groin. A look of shock preceded a snarl of pain as he doubled up, hands clutching himself as the knife clattered to the ground.

Naveen still hadn't gotten a good look at the woman in trouble, however, he did see the danger the two drunks threatened her with. Reaching out, he grabbed the second man by the back of his collar even as he kicked the knife away. The bar owner pulled the man back and slammed him quite easily into the side of the building, gripping one arm and twisting it up behind his back. Every time the man struggled, he'd pull up more until the man finally stopped and stood there.

"Is that any way to treat a lady?" he demanded softly.

The man kneeling in front of her reached up and tried to pull her legs out from under her, catching one hand behind her knee and jerking it. Her arm shot out, supporting herself with the wall beside her and followed through the movement, her boot connecting with his shoulder, avoiding his throat, and pushing him back hard. She was a little surprised and relieved to see the other guy being whipped out of the doorway by someone she couldn't see. But his swift movement and efficient action looked very familiar. He knew his stuff.

"Bitch!" snarled the figure on the ground, rolling to his side and struggling to get up again, head weaving from side to side as he looked for his weapon.

The man Naveen held tightly against the wall started to struggle once more, trying to get his feet in such a position that he could maybe strike out with them. It was then the man hissed, "Fucker! Let me the fuck go. We were just tryin' to make friends!"

"Do you always make friends at the point of a knife?" Naveen took his other hand pressed into the back of the man's neck, pressing in hard with his fingers at the spot where the head and neck meat. A hard smile lit his face as he continued, "Tell your friend leave off or I'll break your arm." "We'll call the cops! You can't do this to us!"

Naveen chuckled darkly, twisting the arm once more. "I somehow think they'd be more interested in the fact you were trying to kidnap her, don't you? Now call your friend off...this is your last warning."

It was the chuckle that had Nik's head lift suddenly, looking toward the man holding the other against the wall. She knew that sound, without mistake and for a moment she smiled. No wonder his moves look familiar! The man on the ground took advantage of what he saw as a distraction and lunged for his knife, grabbing it and rolling up into a crouch, waving it toward them. "Now now, baby, don't you think you've had enough for the night?" She stepped forward, out of the darkened doorway and looked at Naveen. "Fancy meeting you here!"

"You would be the blonde in my bar, I assume?" he quipped, glancing over at her his own surprise not showing. "Long time, no see. We'll have to sit down for a beer once we get these two to leave you alone." The man he was pressing in against the wall tried to take his distraction and run with it. However, Naveen didn't bite, pressing the man against the wall even harder.

The man on the ground saw his buddy start to writhe again and lunged, slashing the knife through the air at Nik, trying to drive it into her leg. She'd been watching him in her peripheral vision and swung out of the way, aiming a kick at his arm. It connected, not hard enough to break anything but enough to leave a rather stunning bruise, and debilitate the hand for a while. Again the knife clattered to the ground, to a chorus of curses as the man clutched his paralysed hand.

She crouched down next to him, but far enough away to be out of range. "Now, in case you haven't figured it out, I'm really not wanting to party with you and your buddy, OK?"

The hatred in his eyes was intense, and he hissed at her. "Bitch!"

She shrugged. "I did try to tell you it wasn't a good idea. Next time, when a lady says no, you might want to take that no at face value. Capiche?"

He scrambled back as she made a quick move toward him, then laughed as she stood back up again. "Get lost."

Naveen pulled the other man off the wall and shoved him after his friend. "And don't ever bother coming back into my bar. Because you will be booted out!" he snapped, watching as they stumbled down the street, calling out expletives as they went.

"Well, that was interesting." His lips quirked up in amusement as he glanced over at her. "What are you doing here in the Big Easy anyway?"

She bent and picked up the knife, weighing it in her hand as she straightened and looked at Naveen. She sauntered over the few steps to stand beside him, able to watch the two men continue down the street.

"Trying to keep out of trouble," she quipped, a small twitch at the corner of her mouth belying her nonchalant tone. "Saw the lights coming back on so figured it'd be a good place to lose myself," she added, looking back at him.

"What about you?"

"Retired a couple years ago and moved here to find some quiet," he retorted ruefully. "Not that it's been too quiet from the start. However, I do get a few moments of quiet here and there."

She looked at him curiously, the men far enough away to not be any immediate threat. "And you're enjoying that?" she asked quietly, wondering for a moment what might have brought him here, and if he was still in the business at all.

Shrugging, Naveen, turned his gaze to hers, smiling slightly at that. "More than I thought I would. At least it keeps me busy and out of trouble. There's lots of a variety, and I get to track everything going on in the area. It's enough."

She smiled back at him, hearing the affirmative answers to her unspoken questions in his reply.

"Well I can't think of anyone I'd prefer to have keeping an eye on things." She looked down the street again, the two men now having disappeared around the corner and out of sight. "Or 'come to my rescue'," she added with a playful 'coy grateful' tone.

"I can't possibly leave a damsel in distress," Naveen retorted teasingly, leaning in as he took one hand and kissed her cheek just in front of her ear before murmuring softly, "Or one as well armed as you, my dear."

Laughing softly she returned the kiss on his cheek. With the adrenalin still singing in her veins, she continued with the 'coy damsel' tone and posture. "Why, kind sir, I had only my feminine wiles and a well-heeled boot at my disposal! Without your brave intervention and honourable intentions who knows what state I'd be in right this very minute!"

Naveen chuckled and pulled away, shaking his head in amusement. "Indeed, fair lady. I would hate to think, of what condition you'd be in had I not come along to rescue you. Because of that, the least you could do is let me buy you a drink."

Nik was about to accept happily when she remembered the call that had brought her outside. "I'd love to, but duty calls and all that crap. Was supposed to be meeting a client here, but seems her friends convinced her there was a hot band elsewhere, so have to go play 'watcher' for the hubby - more like bloody 'chaperone' from what I can tell." She grimaced a little and rolled her eyes. "Still, it pays the bills, and makes for some interesting times. Any chance I can take a rain check on that drink?"

"You better believe it. Far be it from me to get in the way of 'work'," he answered, smiling knowingly at that. "However, I'll be hunting you down and dragging you in for a drink if I don't see you soon." Pulling out his wallet, he pulled out a card and handed it to her. "Private line and mobile. I'm sure you know what to do with it."

She smiled, taking the card as her fingers reached into her back pocket and pulled out the thin wallet in there she used when working. Flicking it open she extracted one of her own and handed it to him, slipping his inside. She would memorise it and shred it later.

"That'll make the hunting easier," she told him with a smirk and wink.

Naveen laughed and nodded at that. "Too bad. Because the hunt is half the fun." He inclined his head toward her, however. "But I will let you get away to your client and enjoy you babysitting."

"Well, wasn't sure how well-honed your skills still are, 'old man'," she retorted cheekily, the humour obvious in her eyes. Her respect for Naveen's abilities was in no doubt, but it wouldn't be right to let the opportunity to rib him slip past. It had been how they'd worked together so well on a number of occasions. She pulled a face at the 'babysitting' and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'll see you soon then, kid," he retorted, smiling as he returned the kiss
on her cheek lightly. "Try to stay out of trouble.”

She pouted lightly. “Me? Trouble? Oh I’m hurt!” She laughed as she flipped the knife in her hand and caught it again, holding the handle out for him to take. “I don’t go looking for it, it just… you know… finds me!” Once he'd taken the knife she spun on her heel. "Alright, I promise, I'll be good," she threw back over her shoulder giving him another wink and striding off down the footpath, crossing the road quickly and waving before disappearing around the corner.

05 Aug 06; White Linen Night/Naveen's Apartment; Naveen Andrews, Josh Holloway; NC-17

Mon, 07 Aug 2006 07:07:42 GMT

[crossposted to josh_q and naveen_q]

The streets were crowded, even for New Orleans at night. Josh had missed the festival the past couple of years, but he liked art more than most people would guess, and he definitely liked the possibility of free food and alcohol. Josh didn't wear a ton of white, but he was able to drudge up a pair of white jeans from the back of his closet and paired it up with a plain white dress shirt, short-sleeved and unbuttoned all the way down to block out the ungodly heat. He had just left the second gallery of the evening, having finished a complimentary glass of Sauvignon Blanc, when he spotted a familiar face.

"You look good in white, Andrews," Josh greeted the bar owner, his thumbs tucked in his pockets and his eyes slowly looking the other man up and down as his lips formed a slow smirk. He knew Naveen liked guys at least some of the time, so he wasn't too likely to get decked at least, and the man was looking particularly attractive this evening.

"Fancy meeting you here, Holloway," Naveen returned, his brow lifting in amusement as a smirk of his own lit his face. "Thank you, I enjoy wearing white on occasion. It goes to show that it's not just for the 'good guys' anymore." His quick survey of Josh was much more surreptitious than the other man's had been of him.

Josh laughed at that and shook his head. "I've been called many things in my life, but I'm pretty sure 'good guy' is not one of them. So would you care to join me? I was just going to head into that modern gallery down the street, might even fetch you a complimentary glass of wine if you're nice to me," he joked.

Smiling, Naveen fell into step beside Josh. "Anything that involves the word alcohol, and I assure you, I can be extremely nice," he quipped, lips quirking upward in a smirk all his own.

Josh laughed at that and led the way down the sidewalk to the gallery he was thinking of. "I'm right there with you on that, my friend, but then you knew that already, considering how much time I spend drinking in your fine establishment."

"You never know, all that money you manage to give me. It could be a fluke. Though, there is quite a bit of it, come to that. What have you been up to of late? It's been a week or so since I've seen you last, I believe." He walked with a rolling gait, almost on the balls of his feet, his arms loose at his sides as they swung with each step. It was a graceful sort of walk that garnered him more than a bit of attention from those around them as they wound their way through the crowds.

"Yeah, I've been doing a lot of drab administrative stuff," Josh explained, matching Naveen's stride with his own long legs, albeit a bit less gracefully. "Had a surprise on-board inspection this afternoon for the Peach," he explained, referring to the Louisiana Peach, the newest boat in the cruise fleet. "I get sick of having to harass people to do their jobs, but that's management I guess. I never had enough trust to delegate," he admitted with a wry smile.

Naveen couldn't help but chuckle at that. "I trust no one so most things that have to be done for things like that, I just do myself. Delegation is not something I do well." He smiled ruefully at that. "Makes for a lot of work for myself, but I don't normally work the bar until late a few nights a week, so I suppose I can afford it."

"I feel your pain, my friend," Josh agreed as they stepped into the small gallery. "But a little extra work is worth it when I know my business is in good hands--my own." Josh smiled when he spotted a little table in a corner where a couple of white tuxedo-ed waiters were serving wine and hors d'oeuvres. "Just a moment, monsieur, I'll go obtain your wine," he said in a posh accent, rolling his eyes, and left Naveen to the art while he scouted out the refreshments.

Naveen grinned as he watched Josh walk over to the table. He couldn't help but notice the way the jeans covered the blonde's tight ass and the grin turned into a slight smirk. Glancing around the small gallery, he stepped over to his left, eyeing a painting on the wall that was swirling in color.

Josh managed to get two glasses of wine and a little paper plate of shrimp scampi and stuffed mushrooms to share, and, dropping a dollar in the tip jar, went to find Naveen. "Kind of chaotic, isn't it? I like it," he commented as he stepped up behind the other man, offering one of the carefully balanced wine glasses.

The bar owner took the glass, feeling Josh's body so close behind his. He had to force himself not to tense at the proximity of the other man. Naveen let himself, instead, enjoy the slight warmth he could feel even through their clothing and the distance between them. Turning his head to look at Josh, he smiled slightly and nodded at the picture. "It reminds me of some people I know. Completely scattered and out of control. But the colors themselves are beautiful."

"Reminds me of myself, a while back," Josh replied in a rare personal admission, stepping to Naveen's side. There was a moment of silence before Josh started to feel that he had given too much away. "Shrimp?"

"I'm actually looking for a piece for the pub," Naveen stated, respecting the other man's need for privacy as he took a shrimp and inclined his head in appreciation. "Not sure if I want to go abstract with it or stick to something more...concrete."

Josh tilted his head, considering. "Well, I think I would go a little more concrete if I were you. I mean, I'd put something like this in my house but for the pub I'm not sure abstract fits," he pointed out, moving on to the next painting displayed, a night sky painted with an illusion to make the stars appear to be swirling in on themselves. "Something like this, maybe. Unobtrusive but interesting. But then, what do I know?" he countered with a self-deprecating grin.

Smiling, Naveen snatched another shrimp off the plate and met Josh's gaze. "Obviously more than you let on. Not that I doubted that for a minute." He lifted a brow and looked at the other man in amusement. No, the genteel southern boy did not fool him in the least.

Josh shrugged, not denying it. Although he tended to choose lower-brow entertainment and more down-to-earth folks to hang out with, it was nice to not to be underestimated for once. Naveen always seemed a bit more observant than you might realise, and at the moment he appreciated it. Being pegged as the dumb hick did get old after a while. "Well all I know about art I learned in books and galleries, I'm afraid," he explained, grabbing a mushroom. "Never had a chance to go to any of the 'important' museums."

"You think there is a better way?" Naveen asked as they moved on to the next piece that was a bit more bizarre, bright colors splashed across an even bright background completely clashing with one another and almost making Naveen wince. "I've been to the Louvre and many others, and have to say I find out more and have a chance to speak and 'learn' more with people in the smaller galleries than I ever did in the large museums where everyone is left to fend for themselves."

"Yeah, I don't think I'd fit in at the Louvre at all... or in Paris, for that matter." Josh grinned at the flamboyant painting and at Naveen's look when he saw it. "This looks like something my nieces would do when left to their own devices with fingerpaints," he whispered, leaning towards Naveen's ear so that the gallery owners hovering nearby wouldn't overhear.

"I'm assuming your nieces are two?" Naveen whispered back, turning his head so that Josh's lips brushed his ear slightly before they were staring at one another from just a few inches away. His lips quirked upward and Naveen realized just how long it had been since he'd taken the plunge and had anyone in his bed. Especially if such a light touch such as that could have his cock jumping as it did.

Josh met Naveen's eyes with a bit of surprise, not expecting the interest-- or maybe it was just amusement?--he saw there. "Three and five," he replied in the same gravelly whisper, not really thinking about his nieces at all anymore. "All right, Andrews," he spoke up as they moved on to the next painting, towards the door of the gallery again. "What's on your mind?" He gave the other man a knowing smile before turning his gaze to the painting, a strange collage of disjointed images that was slightly disturbing.

Naveen's lips quirked up into a smirk as he glanced sidelong at Josh. "I think this picture is confusing and I don't understand its purpose," he answered, eyes shining slightly in amusement as he easily avoided the question. Looking at the picture in front of him, he cocked his head to the side and looked at the picture from a different angle.

Josh rolled his eyes at the response. "All right, that's one dodged question. The gentleman would give three, so I guess I'll hold myself to that." As Naveen looked at the picture, Josh looked at Naveen, however surreptitiously. He didn't notice the man's posture so much behind a bar, but here his strength and grace was much more evident. He seemed relaxed, but at the same time guarded--and given the way Josh himself could be, he supposed he couldn't blame him. "Shall we move on then?" he suggested, setting his empty glass on a table by the door for that purpose.

Setting his own glass down, Naveen followed Josh out the door. He glanced up and down the street at all the different crowds and had to admit he was happy to see it. Things were recovering, albeit slowly, after Katrina, and he liked to see all the people returning. "Depends on where you'd like to go, I suppose. We could continue down the street or...perhaps go for something a bit stronger somewhere else." And it was as simple as that. Naveen had decided to take the plunge. He was horny as hell and Josh was definitely handsome enough to pique his interest. He'd also seen the other man checking him out, so he knew that wasn't a problem, either.

"I'm always up for stronger," Josh agreed with a slight smirk as they navigated the crowd. "Why don't you pick a place? I'm easy; I can get my usual double shot of Jack anywhere." As they walked, a group of three teenage girls turned their heads to gawk at the pair of them, erupting into giggles, and Josh turned to look at them over his shoulder, smirking and winking as Naveen continued on obliviously. He supposed they did make a somewhat striking pair, but it had been a while since he had been checked out by a sixteen year old.

"I have some Jack up in my apartment if you're interested in finding someplace a bit more...private," Naveen answered, slipping to the side as another group of kids ran almost through them. It gave him a chance to meet Josh's gaze, the question in his eyes more than evident.

"Your apartment?" Josh was a little surprised, but quickly let his face form a more characteristic casual smirk. He hadn't expected the invitation, but it was a welcome one. After Sean got him all worked up the night before, Josh was more than ready for some tension release. "Sounds good to me," he answered simply, letting Naveen lead on.

What had possibly possessed him to take someone home with him? Not that it wasn't hard to find his home, it was right above the pub, but still it wasn't normal for him. He must be hornier than he thought!

Naveen nodded at that. "Yeah. My apartment's right above The Pub. Makes things easier when I wish to stock my private bar. Not that I make it a habit to entertain up there. But..." He shrugged slightly as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers, keeping his own face impassive.

Josh sensed a bit of discomfort coming from Naveen and smiled widely, using sarcasm to diffuse the slight tension as usual. "Don't worry, man, I won't get used to it." He kept up with Naveen as they rounded the corner and approached the pub, feeling a little jolt of nervous anticipation in his gut. It wasn't a familiar feelilng, and he chalked it up to the fact that Naveen always seemed so damned intuitive. Just don't want to give anything away unintentionally, that's all, he reassured himself.

Laughing, Naveen shook his head and turned down the side alley, kept cleaner than most allies due to his sheer anal retentiveness and refusal to allow anything to collect in the alleyway that could allow for bums or other unsavory creatures to skulk about. He also had lit the alley quite well so that when they came to the stairs to his apartment above the pub, one couldn't really tell that they were walking in an alleyway at all. "It's not much, I assure you, but it's enough for me," Naveen said as he unlocked the three locks on his door and quickly turned off the security system he'd installed himself. His words were a bit of an understatement as his apartment truly covered the entire top floor over the bar itself and encompassed two bedrooms, a living room, and an office.

Josh just raised his eyebrows at the impressive security on the apartment, and then whistled when he stepped inside and had a look at the spacious-looking interior. "Not much? You do realise that my living room and my kitchen could fit in this room alone?" he observed with a teasing smile as he looked around. "This is really nice."

"It sort of came with the pub when I bought the building. I renovated it and here is the result. Luckily enough, up here didn't sustain that much damage from Katrina." Of course that could have had something to do with the reinforced walls and bullet-proof glass he'd had installed when he'd moved in. "Most of it was storage, but I wanted an office and room to work out in."

He led the way further into the apartment, removing his jacket and casually tossing it over the back of a chair. "So, you said Jack? Double shot?"

"That would be wonderful." Josh considered buttoning his shirt back up now that they were in the air conditioning but remembered with a smirk why he was most likely invited here, and decided it wouldn't be necessary.

"Do you work out a lot?" he asked as Naveen headed into the kitchen for the drinks. "I get enough of a workout from sailing but not nearly as much as I did when I was racing, or back in Georgia working with the horses. Guess we can't keep our 18 year old bodies forever," he reasoned with a grin as he leaned in the kitchen doorway.

"Oh, I don't know, you're looking pretty damned good for an old man if you ask me," Naveen quipped, grinning over his drink as he took a sip and handed Josh the other glass. "Sailing agrees with you, as does the sun."

He motioned for the other man to head back into the living room and he led the way over to the couch. Sitting down, he turned toward Josh. "Horses and sailing; two of my favorite activities."

"And it's only for your superior tastes and your kind offer of free alcohol that you have not earned a hearty 'fuck you' for the old man comment, my friend," Josh retorted as they sat down. "I just turned 38 a couple of weeks ago, I'll have you know. I'm a spring chicken!" he insisted with a grin.

"Well, mate, I'll have you know I have you beat. I turned 38 in January," Naveen retorted, a smirk on his face as his lifted his glass to the other man in silent toast. "So now that we've established who's older does that mean I get to lead tonight?"

Josh raised an eyebrow at that, but didn't object. He was used to being the one doing the seducing or the picking up, but in this case he felt overwhelmed, in a positive way, by Naveen's presence. He got the feeling that Naveen was the kind of guy who got what he wanted, and Josh wasn't going to deny him that, for tonight at least.

"Well it is your house, your whisky... if you've got what it takes, sure. Lead away," Josh agreed with a smirk, taking a slow sip of his drink. "Tonight, anyway." Of course, there was no guarantee that there would be other nights, but Josh didn't want Naveen to think he had him all figured out.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Naveen retorted smugly. "After all, no one ever knows what tomorrow will bring." Leaning in, he lightly ran his lips over Josh's. This was completely insane. Not only did he never pick up customers (even outside of The Pub), but he never brought anyone home with him. Right then, however, he truly didn't care as his tongue darted out to tease along the seam of Josh's lips.

Josh supposed he should be putting up some token resistance, at least, but Naveen's lips and the closeness of his body heat felt so fucking good. Josh opened his mouth willingly, letting his hand come up to thread his fingers through Naveen's thick curls as his tongue played with Naveen's. Yeah, he'd let Naveen take the lead tonight, he decided, but he wasn't going to be a passive participant.

Which was exactly what Naveen had been hoping for. He hated people who just lay there like limp rags and didn't give as good as they were getting. His own hand came up and tangled in Josh's dirty blonde hair as the kiss intensified. They were all tongue and teeth and lips as the kiss continued. They only broke apart when they both had to breathe.

"Come on," he murmured, his cock achingly hard and very close to the point of no return as he pushed himself to his feet and pulled Josh with him, heading toward the Master bedroom.

Josh growled hungrily when Naveen pulled away, but when he followed him to the bedroom, held his ground at the foot of the bed. "Now I ain't just layin' on my back like a two dollar whore," he warned with a smile, reaching out with his hand to twist his fingers in Naveen's hair again and pull him in for a hard kiss to show that he needed to at least have a teeny bit of control in such an encounter. His other hand dropped boldly between them to press a flat palm to Naveen's crotch, kneading slightly as he pulled back and sucked on Naveen's bottom lip.

Chuckling, Naveen watched Josh before commenting briefly, "I wouldn't have it any other way." Then he crushed his mouth against Josh's once more, hand tightening again in Josh's hair even as a moan escaped him at the hard squeeze the other man's hand gave his cock. Naveen's other hand slid up under Josh's shirt and slid over a nipple before pinching it and then smoothing over it. His own hand then slid down began kneading a bit roughly against Josh's crotch as well.

So you claimed, Josh wanted to reply, but his words were swallowed by Naveen's kiss and he found himself a little distracted, his lips separating from Naveen's with a groan when the other man started working on him with both hands. Not wanting to sound like a girl, he dropped his head to Naveen's shoulder to stifle any sounds he might make, and then, since he was there, placed a little love bite on Naveen's neck.

Naveen moaned even as his head tilted to the side to give Josh more access to his neck. His hand quickly began unbuttoning Josh's jeans and slid inside. His teeth latched on to the other man's earlobe and pulled slightly. "Going commando, I see," Naveen murmured in a passion-filled tone. "I like that..." His entire body was thrumming with need and the bite on his neck had just intensified the feeling. Licking his way down Josh's neck he bit the crook of his neck and pulled the skin with his teeth.

"There's something to be said for...fuck...easy access." Josh's sarcastic tone slipped as Naveen used his teeth, and he bucked into Naveen's hand unconsciously, needing more of the slightly rough touch. His right hand, unable to fully focus on its task now, gave Naveen another squeeze and then slipped under Naveen's shirt, his nails scraping down Naveen's back as the hand in Naveen's hair encouraged him to continue on his neck.

"Or easy fucks," Naveen quipped lightly against Josh's skin, realizing now that the other man enjoyed it just like he did. Hot, hard, and rough. He forced his hand further into Josh's pants, rubbing at the balls beneath the hardened cock even as he roughly bit the other man once more, this time sucking hard before laving the area with his tongue.

"You calling me easy, Andrews?" Josh asked in an indignant tone, but the effect was ruined when he moaned in pleasure at Naveen's minstrations. Frustrated with the amount of clothing, he slipped his own shirt off his shoulders, not able to get to Naveen's without forcing him to move his hand. And that was something Josh did not want.

"Not easy, but definitely hot." The bar owner slid his hand up slightly and gripped Josh's cock, jerking it hard as he stroked it roughly; just enough to hurt and feel good at the same time. Naveen pulled back and claimed Josh's lips once more, his tongue invading the other man's mouth and exploring the depths.

"Mmm, that's more like it," Josh half-purred before Naveen pulled him into another kiss. He let himself respond a little more to this one, allowing Naveen to take the lead without pushing too much. He liked to be an active participant, but at this point all he cared was that someone was getting fucked tonight, and it was quite all right if it was him.

As Naveen kissed him, Josh decided that he needed to at least be a little more fair in this, and reached down to unbutton Naveen's trousers, groaning into the other man's mouth when he felt his cock warm and pulsing slightly in his hand. Fuck, that's gonna feel good.

A soft moan escaped Naveen at that and he finally gave up on the foreplay. He wanted to move them along to more tangible play. Sliding both hands to the waist of Josh's jeans, he pushed them down, ensuring that his fingers brushed against the other man's ass as he did so. Leaning in, he bit and sucked on the other man's collarbone, running his tongue over it even as he pulled away and pulled off his own shirt.

"Fuck that's good," Josh muttered, giving up on dignity as he worked Naveen's trousers and underwear down his hips as well and then grinned evilly when Naveen's shirt was gone, rubbing a nipple with his thumb as he ran his tongue along the shell of one ear and pressed his body along Naveen's, groaning as their erections ground together. "All right, you've convinced me," he murmured into Naveen's ear, pausing to bite the lobe. "Fuck me already."

"I thought you'd see things my way," Naveen quipped, before moaning softly as Josh pulled on his lobe with his teeth. Then he was pushing the other man back toward the bed. When Josh's legs hit the side of the bed, he pushed him over and tumbled right after. Naveen pulled back and claimed the other man's lips in a deep, demanding kiss for a moment before pulling back and reaching over into his side table drawer and pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube.

Josh wasn't used to being pushed around, but he had to admit he kind of liked it. He liked that he and Naveen were more or less on equal footing. Not the kind of guy you'd like to meet in a dark alley, but in this context it was perfect. Josh returned the kiss with equal fervor and then spread his legs a bit when Naveen returned with the supplies. "It's been a while," he admitted as he did so. "Remember, lube is your friend," he added with a smirk.

Chuckling, Naveen got his finger lubed and slipped it without warning into Josh even as he bit at his nipple. He glanced up the other man's body as he began moving his finger in and out, sliding it over the man's prostate. "You mean like that?"

"Fuck... yes," Josh agreed, forgetting to protest as Naveen worked his finger over Josh's prostate. "Jesus fucking damn," he muttered quietly to himself, arching his back. "Another," he demanded, staring down at Naveen and noticing not for the first time just how dark and intense Naveen's eyes were…and how much he liked them focused on him.

"Just one?" Naveen slipped one more finger in beside the first, thrusting them in and out of the man's body, teasing along his prostate. He'd rub it just hard enough it almost hurt and then he'd touch it so light Josh could barely feel it, then he'd move his fingers over it in a stuttering fashion, stroking it even as he only hit it in rhythmic spots. His own cock was achingly hard, but watching Josh squirm and moan was almost as good as the sex to come. Finally, he slid a third finger in, pushing them in and then pulling them out in a steady thrusting motion even as his tongue laved it's way over Josh's chest and upper body.

Josh probably shouldn't have been surprised that Naveen was so fucking good at this, as he always got the feeling there were things about the other man that he didn't know and very possibly might want to. But here he was, and he couldn't stop the moans from his lips or the writhing of his limbs and his loss of control frightened him just slightly. "Jesus...Naveen... fuck me," he growled, not noticing the change from his usually just calling Naveen "Andrews" until he'd said the man's first name. And now, he just wanted Naveen to give him more.

Only then did Naveen remove his fingers and slide back up Josh's body, kissing him with an intensity that matched the look in his eyes. His tongue darted out and danced with the man beneath him as he used his hand to roll on a condom. As Josh had said, lube was his friend and he made sure his cock was covered in it before pressing himself against the opening his fingers had so recently been fucking. Pulling back slightly, he pushed into Josh, a soft moan of his own escaping him as the tight ring of muscles clamped down on his cock.

Josh couldn't help but let out a long, satisfied groan when Naveen pushed into his body. It had been a while since he'd been fucked, and he'd almost forgotten just how fucking gorgeous it was to be so filled. His whole body cried out for Naveen in blind need, his legs wrapping around Naveen's waist as he tried to relax the muscles further down, his right hand clutching in Naveen's hair again as the left flattened against his arse, urging him to keep moving. Tomorrow, he'd be embarrassed for such wantonness, but tonight he just wanted. "More," he whispered, huskier than he would've liked, lifting his head up to bite Naveen's lower lip.

Naveen began to move, to thrust, into Josh's body. His cock pounding over and over into Josh, the tip rubbing against Josh's prostate and making him moan loudly into Josh's mouth. He loved the sensation of the teeth on his lower lip. Moving over and over again into the hot depths of the man below him, his mouth claimed Josh's before pulling on Josh's lower lip with his teeth. Reaching down between them, he gripped the hardened cock that pressed against his belly and began a rough stroking in counterpoint to this thrusts.

"Oh Jesus Christ that's it," Josh muttered, feeling his orgasm fast approaching with the rough stroke of a hand on his cock once again, no matter how much he wanted to draw this out. Barring that, he decided to concentrate on bringing Naveen right down with him, and gripped Naveen's arse with one hand, his thumb just brushing over the crack, while his other scratched lightly up and down Naveen's back. He lowered his head to the junction of neck and shoulder, and bit down there, quickly laving over the spot with his tongue.

"Fuck!" Naveen managed, his own mouth finding and biting the crook of Josh's neck as his own release came racing toward him. His entire body was strung out with desire and need, yearning for release as he stroked deep within the other man. Naveen's balls clenched and his body tensed as he drew closer to the edge, a knife's edge of sensation sweeping over him.

Josh felt the tension in Naveen's body and couldn't wait any longer, his back snapping into an arch as his head tipped back, neck pressing up into Naveen's teeth even as he came with a shout of pleasure into Naveen's fist. For the few moments of orgasm, Josh let go of his tenuous control over his own body, giving himself up to the sensations Naveen was plucking out of him like a fantastic symphony from a single violin. His hands clutched tight, one on Naveen's arse and the other on his back, and he just rode the incredible waves of pleasure that surrounded and filled him.

When Josh tightened around him, Naveen did something he rarely allowed himself to do. It slammed into him so fast, he just lost it, crying out as he felt his cock throbbing as he spurted his hot cum deep within Josh's ass, even as he moaned loudly against the soft skin of his shoulder where he'd bitten down hard, realizing only after the fact that he had left several marks on the other man's body. He shuddered as he held himself up over Josh, slowly recovering his senses and coming back to himself as the orgasm passed.

For a moment, Josh just relaxed, on a fully blissed-out plane, wrapped up in the man over him and the heights of pleasure said man had just brought him to. And then he realised that not only had he just had mind-blowing sex with a friend he never really expected to be getting lucky with, but he had completely played the "girl" in this situation. He'd barely taken care of Naveen at all, letting the other man do the work, and he'd opened himself up to his friend in a way he rarely did. Realising this, his body tensed, and he closed his eyes. Shit, this was going to be awkward.

Naveen felt the man below him tense as the same time he himself did. This wasn't normal for him. There was a strong line he kept between work and his private life. And this was crossing that line! Though, it had been so long since he'd found someone he could connect with like this, and it had felt so damned good. Slowly, he pulled out of Josh and pulled off the condom, tying it off and tossing it into the garbage. Then he stretched out beside the other man and stared at the ceiling. "Fuck," he breathed, figure that was a safe enough expletive for now.

"You got that right," Josh agreed with a smirk, turning his head slowly to look at Naveen. At least he could rely on his trademark sarcasm at a time like this. "Y'ain't half bad, Andrews." You're about as far from 'bad' as one could possibly be, he added mentally.

"Glad I was able to make some sort of impression," Naveen quipped, turning onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow. "You weren't so bad yourself. Maybe next..." He shut his mouth then. Who the hell said there'd be a next time? "Well, next time you come in for a drink we'll have something to toast to. Nice company and a good shag."

Josh frowned. He knew what Naveen was about to say, and he felt a surge of (completely unreasonable, ridiculous) disappointment when he didn't. But, he couldn't get up the balls to suggest another shag might be a fucking hell of an idea after all, so instead he just smiled. "Indeed, my friend. Well just consider yourself lucky. Josh Holloway doesn't take it up the ass for just anybody," he replied with a cheeky grin.

What, you thought he'd fall on his knees and beg you to do him again? Naveen stifled the irrational disappointment that caused and the snort that came with. He returned the grin, lifting a brow. "Indeed. Well, I assure you that your secret is safe with me. I will take it to my grave."

Josh smiled and, not knowing what the fuck possessed him, kissed Naveen briefly on the lips. "I'd appreciate that." For a moment, he considered trying for a proper post-orgasmic snog, but he didn't want to push his luck. No matter how gorgeous Naveen looked all spread out, naked, and satisfied. "Well, I guess I'd better head out, yeah? I'll see you soon, I hope." Not a girl, Holloway. Not a girl.

"Yeah, see you soon..." Naveen repeated watching as the man hurried from his bed and snatched his clothing up. He realized then that Josh couldn't wait to get out of there and perhaps that was for the best.

Naveen Andrews

Thu, 03 Aug 2006 04:05:11 GMT

Mun name/nick/handle: Lexy
Mun journal: lexytorell
AIM: Perfectly Lexy
Yahoo: lexytorell
E-mail: lexy@lexyweb.net
When you can be reached and preferred method: I’m pretty much available all day after about 10am or so until about midnight or 2 am Central Time.

Pup's physical info:

Naveen looks to be of Arabic descent, which makes sense since he is of Indian descent. He had dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. Standing at only 5’ 9” he doesn’t paint a very imposing figure, but he is in fairly good shape. He keeps fit by running on a daily basis and lifting weights at least three times a week.

Over his body there are several scars from knives, bullets, broken bones, etc. All received during his time as a member of Military Special Forces and then his stint in the British MI6/SIS.

Pup's location: French Quarter
Pup's orientation: Bisexual, top-prefers not to get into BDSM activities, but will get into some kink as long he is never in a situation where he loses control of what is going on around him.
Pup's hobbies: Reading, Horseback Riding, languages (is fluent in six), shooting, sailing, qi gong
Game connections: No real connections but is open to play just as friends, hookups, one nighters, etc.

Type of Characters Pup Likes: Naveen is fairly quiet and easy going. He gets along with and enjoys spending time with a wide variety of people.

What type of play are you willing or NOT willing to do: Any sort of play where Naveen would lose control of his surroundings or what was done to him. He trusts very few people, and even if he does trust someone, he will not allow himself to not have some avenue of protecting himself if the situation calls for it. As such, no bondage, no snuff, no children, no non-con, etc. He’s not particularly into BDSM but does enjoy orgasm control and has a few other kinks that only those he is close to may know about.

Bio:

Naveen was born in London and raised in Wandsworth, South London to a very conservative family. When he was of age, he went to college and went directly into service as an officer in the RAF. He soon moved into military intelligence and when his commission was up was asked to join the SIS (Secret Intelligence Service) as his looks played a huge part in his ability to blend in and gather information in some of the hottest spots in the world.

He finally made the decision to retire and find somewhere where he could just blend in and live a ‘normal’ life. Wanting to move somewhere with a wide variety of people, somewhere he wouldn’t stick out, he chose New Orleans for it’s diverse culture and background. Naveen found a small, corner bar, purchased it, and opened it several months before Katrina.

Restoring the bar was important to him, both as a means of income and as a personal sign that he was not defeated and neither was the city. In the few months since he’d moved there, it had truly become his home unlike any other place he’d ever lived before. It was one of the first establishments to be reopened after the flood and has been open every day since.