Title: Sea Change
Author: kimberlite
Fandom: Blue Juice
Pairing: Dean/Crab
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Please ask.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys belong to Carl Prechezer, not me.
Thank you: To Alex, as always, for encouragement and beta.
Notes: Okay, I'm rather embarrassed to point out that I've seen this movie, let alone that I'm slashing it. But, Dean is played by a scruffy Ewan McGregor and Crab is played by Guy Leverton (Trevor from Velvet Goldmine) so I just couldn't help myself. If you haven't seen it, all you really need to know is that it's about surfers in Cornwall. Enough said.
Summary: Sometimes things turn out for the best.
Feedback: Yes, please, to kimberlite@cox.net

Sea Change


Crab watched from the shadows as J.C. stood, walking away from Dean. The music from the party pounded in the background, but he was too far away to feel the heat of the bonfire. Slowly, Crab approached Dean, who still sat huddled in on himself against the hard rock. As he got closer, Crab could see that the left side of Dean's face was covered with blood.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that several people weren't too pleased with Dean. Of course, if you were going to deal bad drugs, it was a hazard of the job. Crab wouldn't need to say this to Dean -- it was obvious that he'd gotten the message.

Sitting next to Dean, Crab pulled out a silver flask and handed it over. Dean accepted it without asking what it was, and took several deep swigs before returning it to Crab. "Thanks, man."

Taking a drink himself, Crab nodded. "No problem."

They sat together silently, listening to the throbbing techno, the crowd of people and the wild night.

Dean shivered, chilled despite his layers of clothing. "I'm such a fuck-up."

There was no point in arguing that statement. Crab inched over until his body touched Dean's side, trying to share his heat. "But you can do something about that."

A harsh laugh escaped Dean, and he grinned momentarily through the pain. "Yeah, I guess I can."

"Cool."

*****

Crab watched the pounding surf with a feeling of desperation. Dean had gone off on his own to surf the Boneyard, to prove he wasn't a complete fuck-up. Unfortunately, Crab feared all he was going to prove was that the force of the waves was much stronger than the will of an average surfer. Dean's only hope, J.C., had literally jumped off the cliff trying to reach him in time.

When J.C. disappeared beneath the huge waves, Crab waited with the others, holding his breath, practically willing himself to see the two men resurface. After what felt like an eternity, Crab began to breathe again, distantly hearing the cheering around him as they saw J.C. dragging Dean above the water and in toward shore.

Suddenly freed from immobility, Crab fell in line with the others as they navigated the narrow path down to the beach. They ran across the sand to the two wet, bedraggled men who stood supporting each other as they tried to catch their breath.

In typical Dean fashion, he was grinning widely, looking at J.C. with gratitude and...something else. Crab felt a familiar ache in his gut as he saw Dean's longing for J.C. clearly. The others didn't see it, but Crab recognized it easily -- he'd seen the look often enough in his mirror since Dean's arrival in Cornwall.

Dean raised his fist, bumping it lightly against J.C.'s similarly clenched hand. "No fear, man."

J.C. nodded, accepting Dean's unvoiced thanks and apology. Then he looked off in the direction of town. "Chloe. The auction --" He removed his arm from around Dean and took a painful step, groaning as his back protested.

Crab saw the light in Dean's storm-sea eyes die with the reminder that J.C.'s heart lay elsewhere. It seemed to Crab that Dean was fighting not to reach for J.C., not to embarrass himself with pleas and unwanted declarations. Seeing Dean sway alarmingly, Crab stepped closer, offering what support he could, finally easing them both to sit on the sand.

Torn between Dean and his promise to Chloe, J.C. asked, "Is he okay?"

Crab nodded. "Looks like he hit his head. It's going to take you some effort to get back up the cliff. Why don't you all get started and I'll sit with Dean until he feels more stable and then we'll catch up with you."

Relieved, J.C. agreed, accepting help so he could walk more quickly. Crab watched as the group trudged over the beach and began to climb back up the path. He was almost afraid to look at Dean, unsure if his words had been seen as a help or an intrusion.

"Thanks."

Crab met Dean's eyes, seeing the look of recognition and acceptance. "Welcome."

"He came after me but he really loves her," Dean said, tilting his head back and pushing his damp hair off his face.

"Yeah. Doesn't make it any easier on you, though."

Dean shrugged. "Makes me wonder if it wouldn't have been better if he'd let the sea have me."

"Don't say that. You're damn lucky to be alive." Suddenly Crab was furious that Dean had taken such a foolish risk in the first place and that he would even consider giving up. "And there are other people who care for you, you bastard."

Tilting his head, Dean looked at Crab, seeing the blond hair hanging over the blue eyes and the intent, open gaze. "You think so?" he asked, letting his grin widen.

"I know so."

Crab watched in amazement as Dean closed the short distance between them, taking his lips in an aggressive, life-affirming kiss. He kissed back, feeding his anger and his desire into the rough caress.

Dean allowed his hands to move through Crab's hair, over his shoulders and down his back, massaging as they went, mapping out the taut lines of muscle. Pulling his head back, he gasped, "More?"

Groaning as Dean's hands worked their way beneath his layers of shirts, Crab nodded. "Oh yeah. Anything you want."

Laughing quietly, Dean glanced at the rocks, seeing the backs of their friends about a third of the way up the path. "Don't have time for much..."

Crab reach out to unzip Dean's wetsuit, letting his fingers trail down the smooth, cool surface of Dean's skin until he reached Dean's hard cock. Crab laughed as he noticed the lack of a bathing suit. "Well, easy access is good."

As Dean undid Crab's fly and worked his underwear down, Dean muttered, "Remember that in the future."

They grinned and started to jerk each other off quickly. The intensity of their pleasure was heightened by the overwhelming thrill of being alive and now together.

*****

Crab watched from the doorway as Dean ran the plane over the wooden board, his stokes sure and strong. In the years they'd been together, Crab had watched Dean change from an eager, slightly uncertain student to a skilled artist. And still Dean's ability and confidence continually amazed him.

Feeling the gaze of his lover, Dean tucked a wayward piece of hair back toward his ponytail and turned slowly to the door, appreciating the sight of Crab in only trunks and flip flops, his ever-present necklace highlighted against his smooth skin. "I thought you were out with the gang."

Crossing the shop, Crab slipped easily into Dean's embrace, brushing a kiss across his damp forehead. "Missed you."

Dean grinned, brushing the sawdust off his hands before running them over Crab's tanned back. "Glad you're here." Dean kissed Crab's lips, nipping and licking before opening his mouth to allow deeper penetration.

"Mm...missed you...want you..." Crab murmured before slipping his tongue inside Dean's mouth and thoroughly ravishing it.

Panting with increased arousal, Dean ran his hands through Crab's thick hair down to his solid shoulders. "Then you've got me."

Crab pulled Dean's t-shirt off, letting his fingers lightly trace the smooth skin before following them with his tongue. After lapping at Dean's nipples, Crab descended to tickle his navel before working his shorts open. "You're so bloody gorgeous."

Groaning as Crab's mouth closed on his straining cock, Dean returned his hands to Crab's hair, holding on carefully. "Fuck, that feels good."

After sucking strongly for a moment, Crab teased Dean with feather-light flicks of his tongue. Pulling back, Crab tilted his head to look up at the luminous face of his lover. "What do you want?"

Reaching for Crab's hands, Dean slowly drew Crab up his body until they were face to face again. Between deep, wet kisses, Dean panted, "Want you to fuck me, man."

Shivering in anticipation, Crab ran his hands over Dean's ass, murmuring, "You sure?"

"Yeah." Dean tugged Crab's trunks down, fondling his cock and balls before turning to reach for the surfboard wax.

Crab laughed as Dean coated his cock with the slippery wax and the light scent of coconut reached his nose. Leave it to Dean to find another use for the organic wax. Crab's laughter quieted as Dean draped himself over the board he'd been working on, spreading his legs and exposing himself for Crab. "Shit, you drive me wild," he growled, squeezing Dean's ass with both hands before kissing the small of his back.

Feeling Crab's tongue insinuating itself between his cheeks, Dean tried to relax into the sensations, trusting Crab to give him this pleasure. When the gentle swirlings around his hole turned into shallow penetration, Dean had to fight not to buck his hips and beg for more. "Fuck, man, you trying to kill me?" he rasped, gripping the board beneath him until his fingers turned white.

Hearing the underlying need, Crab straightened, soothing Dean with gentle strokes up and down his back. "Relax, love, and I'll make it so good for you."

"Know you will -- just do it now," Dean demanded, unwilling to wait a second longer.

Incredibly turned on by the combination of Dean's surrender and his command, Crab positioned his cock and slowly thrust into Dean's body. He stopped when he felt resistance, hearing a sharp intake of breath. "Relax...let me in babe."

Feeling Crab's hand trail from his hip up his side to mesh with his hand, Dean relaxed, pushing back to take more of Crab's cock. The pain transformed into an incredible fullness as they began to move with each other. "Yes...don't hold back...take me...use me...fuck me..."

Crab dug his fingers into Dean's hip, steadying them through the touch, forcing his cock in and out of Dean's heaving body, determined to give Dean the rough fuck he'd asked for. Leaning over Dean's back, Crab sank his teeth into the soft skin of Dean's shoulder, careful not to break the skin.

Dean's body jerked involuntarily as he felt shocking pleasure radiating from his shoulder. The sudden pain of Crab's teeth was replaced by the hot, wet sucking of Crab's lips. Groaning in ecstasy, Dean pushed back harder, wanting to feel Crab as deeply inside himself as possible. "Please...please..." he whimpered, overwhelmed by sensation.

Gasping for breath, Crab pounded into Dean, loving how the salty taste of his skin combined with the tropical smell of the wax, the tangy scent of the wood beneath them, and the tight heat of his lover's body. Still holding on to Dean's hand, Crab released Dean's hip and grasped his straining erection, pumping him fast and hard. "Come on...so close...so..." Crab surrendered to the siren song of his lover's body.

The added stimulation to his cock and the liquid heat of Crab's release were all Dean needed to explode into orgasm. For a moment, he feel swept away, carried under by the powerful waves of pleasure. He struggled for air, seeing only the vast blue expanse of the ocean before coming back to land.

Still zoned out, Dean felt Crab's weight lifting from him. He made an inarticulate sound of protest as their bodies separated. "Don't go."

Stroking Dean's back reassuringly, Crab murmured, "I'm still here -- no way in hell I'm going to leave you."

Hearing Crab's words, Dean remembered the truth -- they were together, loving and loved. "Good."

Crab helped Dean up and into his arms, kissing the sweat-slicked skin, promising forever with his touch.