Foster For A Day
By Tiriel
NC-17, m/m
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
Summary: After the episode All About Eddie, the role reversal continues.
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Foster For A Day
By Tiriel
"You can drive," I said when Cade and I got to the car. I settled into the passenger seat, leaning my head back and relaxing in the sunshine. On the way to the car, while he had his hands all over me, I'd covered the fact that all my friends were okay and three aliens were dead. The big one had gotten away with the alien party rental truck (and all the evidence) before we got back to it. Foster was peppering me with questions about what had happened. I was putting him off, and enjoying it immensely.
"Later, man. No rush. It's done. I dealt with it." That last one in particular seemed to push his buttons, so I was using it as much as possible. Once everyone else had gone and I'd had some time to kick back and ponder, I'd come to a few conclusions, which I intended to share with him in my own sweet time.
"Eddie. Eddie. Hey, Larry." I'd dozed off in the car.
"What?"
"You want dinner?"
"Yeah, sure." I looked around. "There used to be a good burger joint up that street there. Hang a left and we'll see if it's still standing. And I really do prefer Eddie."
It was, and he went inside to grab some burgers while I waited in the car. Food in hand, we went back to the trailer, where I watched him rapidly approaching the boiling point.
"So are you gonna tell me what happened or what, Eddie?"
"Yeah."
"Well?"
"I got to be Cade Foster for a day, that's what happened."
"Speak English, Eddie. What the hell are you talking about?"
"What's your version of today's events?" I put my feet up on my desk and smiled at him smugly.
"How the hell should I know what happened? All I did was sit around here, waiting for you to call. I did whatever that was on your computer, you hung up on me constantly, I was worried sick, you wouldn't listen to me, and all I wound up doing was playing chauffeur."
"Bingo. Meanwhile, I was chased by aliens, I led them into a clever trap using myself as bait and killed two of them, and I even got to kiss the girl and tell her that our journey is too dangerous for her to tag along. I got to do everything you usually do. Except of course I didn't get wounded, so you don't get to patch me up."
"Girl? What girl?"
"You're missing the point here, Foster. Today you got my job. I got yours. You follow?"
"I don't--"
"Oh, yes, you do. You hang up on me, you ignore my warnings to be careful. After today, I get that it's nothing personal and just a side effect of being on the hunt, and now maybe you'll understand a little better what it's like to be the one on the other end of things."
He had the decency to look a little ashamed. He started to say something, but I held up a hand to stop him.
"As for what I did today, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, I promise to tell you the entire story of today and of my past a little later. There's something more important to deal with first."
"Oh? What's that?"
"It has to do with the girl you seem so obsessed with getting the details on. Marianne. She was my first love, we exchanged a few emails a couple months back and said we'd meet up at the reunion, which we did. I had to ditch her when I left my life behind all those years ago, and none of my ex-wives ever measured up to her. She's a good person, a great hacker, she's beautiful, and she saved my life today by killing that third alien. But that's not even the important thing."
"Yeah? So what is?"
"Your reaction to her. You mentioned ex-girlfriends this morning, you've asked about her more times than I can count since you picked me up. Admit it. You're jealous."
"Jealous? Jealous of what, Eddie?" He stood up and started to pace.
"Of Marianne."
"I am not! That's ridiculous!" His arms were waving like he was directing air traffic.
"Is it? How about the way you had your hands all over me from the minute you found me until we got to the car?"
"I was just happy to see you."
"Bullshit." I stood up. "Since I got to be you today, I'm going to do something you should have done a long time ago." I stepped into his space and he stopped pacing. Then I leaned in, hands reaching for his waist, and planted a kiss right on his lips. It was just one shocked second before his arms were around me and he was kissing me back. We were finally kissing, and it was good. Now that I was fairly certain that my hands were welcome anywhere on his body, I gave them free rein. I started with his arms. I moved my head to the side so we were cheek to cheek and I spoke into his ear, my hands on his shoulders.
"You're dressed kind of warm for this weather...Cade. I liked that sleeveless shirt you had on earlier."
"I was in..." his voice trailed off a little as I licked the edge of his ear "...a hurry. This was the first thing I grabbed. Wha-what about Marianne?"
"Like I said. I told her that our journey is too dangerous for her. Ours as in yours and mine. You said you need me. You and me, we're in this together. Nobody else. I need you. You need me. This is about us, not Marianne or anyone else." I pulled my head back so I could look him in the eye.
"I felt so helpless. You didn't need my help. You were wrong about me having had your job today. I didn't do anything to help. You save my ass all the time."
"Just because I did this on my own doesn't mean I don't need you. We're a team. But you are right about not doing all of my job. If you were me, you'd have been checking to make sure I wasn't a clone by now. I think I'm much better at being you than you are at being me." I smiled.
"So, are you a clone?" His hands were drifting down my back.
"Nope." I kissed him again, moving my hands down his back. Then he bit my lip hard, and I could taste my own blood. "Ow!"
"Had to make sure," he said with a wink.
"I'll turn you into a proper paranoid yet." I started to untuck his shirt from his pants. "That comment about you being dressed too warm for the weather? That was a hint. Because if I'm you and you're me today, I think the next thing you'd do after admitting how insane with jealousy you were and kissing me is take me to bed."
He pulled the shirt off over his head, and my eyes took in the white undershirt he was wearing. I touched his arms, then turned my attention to his chest. I was working my way up my list of favorite parts of his body to fantasize about. Arms come in at number four, chest at number three, and in a tie for first, his dick and ass.
"You look a little warm yourself, Foster," he said, a tiny chuckle escaping his lips.
I busied myself with sucking at the point where his shoulder met his neck and let him help me out of my suitjacket and dress shirt.
"I think you're still too warm, too, Eddie." I tugged at his undershirt. He lifted his arms and let me pull it off, then I lifted my arms to allow him to do the same. I kissed him again, savoring the feeling of his skin on mine. I reached for his belt buckle.
"I know what you'd say next," he said.
"Oh, really? Getting the hang of being Eddie, are you? What would I say?"
"I love you, Cade."
"Definitely getting the hang of being me. So, uh, then you'd say...I love you, Eddie. You've saved my ass so many times that it should belong to you by now." I felt bolder than I had in years.
"So take me to bed already, Foster. The waiting is killing me." He kissed me then, and we let ourselves get lost in it completely this time, now that all the important questions had been answered. Our hands struggled with each other's pants, small gasps or whimpers sounding at every bump of our dicks. When we'd shaken ourselves free of the last of our clothes, I reached down to touch him. The chest and arms, those I'd touched before while performing first aid. The rest...well, it lived up to my expectations and then some, although just then I was too consumed by the moment to fully evaluate.
I was just about to ask him what he wanted when he told me. Pulling his lips away from mine, both of us gasping for air, he said softly, "Eddie, you've saved my ass so many times..." Looking into his eyes, I could tell that he meant it.
"I love you, Cade," I said. I didn't really expect Mr. "Eddie-listen-to-me-'cause-I'm-not-very-good-at-this-kind-of-thing" to say it back right then, without the shield that playing at being each other had given us. I was wrong.
"I love you, Eddie."
I knew there wasn't a clear surface in the trailer that would be big enough for both of us, and I didn't feel like stopping to make one, so I pulled him to the floor with me. It was right about then that one of those mood-killing thoughts hit me.
"Shit. I don't have any..." Suddenly awkward, the sense of being someone else, someone bold, that I'd had all day vanished and I crashed back into reality, into myself, lying naked on the floor of my trailer with the incredible object of my fantasies.
"Protection?" He quirked his eyebrows at me, then smiled gently. "It's okay. Like you said, this is about us. I need you, you need me. We're a team."
I knew what he was getting at and nodded once, quickly, as I gulped for air. Then his hot mouth was trailing down my chest and I slammed into another level of reality. I was me, and that wasn't a bad thing. Especially not since Cade Foster's mouth was working my body like I've seen his hands work a lock, finding all the right places until I opened completely, feeling even more naked, if that's possible, because after so many months of hiding my feelings and my body's reactions to him, I suddenly didn't have to anymore. Then he sat up and held out a hand to pull me up, and I saw his face. For the first time since I'd known him, he looked completely unguarded. Even in his sleep there's something wary or wounded there that keeps him from looking like he did right then.
I pulled him close into a hug, squeezing hard for just a moment before I let go. He moved in close, and a flash of inspiration hit my lust-clouded brain. I reached over to rummage in a desk drawer. Hacking with chapped hands is a bitch, so I keep some lotion, well, handy. I found the bottle by touch and pulled it from the drawer.
Cade moved onto my lap, legs wrapped around me, and nuzzled at my chest and neck as I reached a hand, wet with lotion, around behind him. He tensed against me just a little when I touched him, but quickly relaxed, the movements of his body encouraging me to continue. The lotion was still a little cool, and when I pressed my finger inside him the heat of his body felt like a fire on my skin. He urged me on, and I prepared him quickly, knowing neither of us would last long at this point. He leaned back, I lined up, and ohmygod it was finally real. We moved together, there on the floor of my trailer--ours, really by now--and I fought to keep my eyes open, even though I knew I wasn't dreaming. No dream had ever been like this.
A small shift in angle, a hitch in my own rhythm as I got close, and every muscle in his body went tense, straining as he came. The sight of him, the feel of him, and most of all just him--just a moment later I was there with him, and a short bark of a scream came out of my mouth. With shaky hands I helped him sit up, and we wrapped ourselves around each other.
"You did a good job being me today, Eddie. Especially that last part. But do me a favor and be careful, all right? I just want to keep you safe."
"I know. And you could be more careful, too. I really hate having to play doctor on you." I could feel myself blushing. "Well, uh, what I mean is..."
"I know." He smiled at me, a real smile. We pulled apart, cleaned up a little, gathered our clothes, and I unfolded the big bed.
"It's not easy living with a paranoid freak," I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"I know," he said, sitting down next to me. "We've been driving each other crazy for a year and a half, remember? And you're not a freak."
"Hey, I wonder if what happened today is in the quatrains somewhere? I mean, I did have a run-in with aliens, and the Big N is usually pretty good about having predicted all that stuff."
"Yeah, Eddie. I think I remember. That's the one where the man who screams like a girl kills a couple of aliens and then goes home and fucks the Twice-Blessed Man senseless."
"Foster! I do not scream like a girl."
"I heard you scream just a little while ago, Eddie, and I'm sorry to have to be the one to break this to you, but you do."
"Prove it," I said, and he did.
The End
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