Orte – Im Wasser (Für's Team)
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120_minutenTitel: The Pool
Team: Machine
Challenge: Orte – Im Wasser (Für's Team)
Fandom: Narcos
Charactere: Javier Peña, Horacio Carrillo (+ Bonus Steve und Connie)
Warnungen: Javi being thirsty
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 850
Widmung: Für Aku, weil sie mich im Pool hierzu überredet hat
Kommentar: Jetzt hab ich meinen Streak gebrochen, mit jedem Post ein neues Fandom zu schreiben…
What started out as a work trip to track down a narcotraficante in hiding has de facto turned into a mini vacation.
The Pool
Javier’s head breaks through the surface and he takes a deep breath before pushing dripping strands of hair out of his face. The water tastes like chlorine, but it’s delightfully cool in the afternoon heat. For a moment he squints into the sunlight before starting to swim to the other side of the pool.
Cartagena is a hot place to be year-round, but for the last couple of days the city has been suffering from an unusual heat wave, and getting access to a pool has been a literal life saver. There are times where Javier doesn’t want to leave it at all, not even for sleeping. It’s possible he’s gotten too used to the moderate temperatures of Bogotá and Medellín.
What started out as a work trip to track down a narcotraficante in hiding has de facto turned into a mini vacation for them. Steve has even brought Connie along, who could barely be dissuaded from the long list of tourist attractions she had meticulously researched the days before, but finally surrendered when she realized that she could get neither of them to join her. Occasionally Javier and Steve are still staring at files and leaning over maps, but more and more often this is happening on deck chairs with a cold beer in hand.
Javier isn’t complaining. The tracks they were following have turned cold, and maybe a couple of days of rest will rejuvenate them enough to finally have a breakthrough. Hopefully before he grows any webbing between his fingers.
He reaches the end of the pool and turns around. At the other side he can see Steve walking over to the cooler to get another beer, while Connie is leaning onto the edge of the pool with her arms, her feet kicking underneath her. She’s got her blond hair in a messy bun and her sunglasses pushed back onto the top of her head.
Javier’s gaze lingers on the third person. The colonel is here for the first time, and the sight of him in swim trunks is still jarring to Javier’s eyes. He’s sitting at the side of the pool with his feet in the water and smoking a cigarette, staring into nothing.
When Javier gets closer, he can make out the small crease between his eyebrows that tell him he’s thinking about something – probably about the latest report, given that it had taken three people to drag him out of that stuffy office. Connie had forbidden him to take it with him, but knowing Carrillo, he had probably already memorized the damn thing and was now going over it in his head.
Javier does a couple more strokes and then takes hold of the edge next to him. “You gonna come in?”
Carrillo’s eyes hone in on him as he takes another drag of his cigarette, before he taps the ash into the ashtray next to him. “No, I’m good.”
“Suit yourself.”
But he’s barely made three strokes towards the middle of the pool before his gaze is inevitably dragged back to him. In his defense, he’s never seen the man without a shirt before. His uniform leaves little to the imagination, so he shouldn’t be surprised by his muscular physique, but his eyes are drawn to the little details he could never notice before, like the tan lines on his upper arms where his sleeves usually end, or the puckered flesh of an old scar right underneath his left collarbone.
Javier manages to look away before he can be caught staring, which probably says more about Carrillo’s state of mind than about himself. He watches as Connie climbs out of the pool, wringing out her hair over the tiles. Now he’s got the pool all to himself. Steve tips a bottle of beer at him in a silent question, but he shakes his head.
For a moment he’s just kicking water in the middle of the pool, undecided on what to do. Then he turns around and lobs a handful of water at Carrillo’s legs. “Stop thinking about the damn report and get in here.”
For a split-second he thinks he’s gone too far, because the look on Carrillo’s face is decidedly unfriendly. But then he stubs out the cigarette and gets up, sighing like someone’s forcing him to run a marathon in the midday heat. Javier expects him to walk over to the ladder, but instead he dives in head-first, breaking the water’s surface with barely a splash.
“Show-off”, Javier mutters under his breath.
Carrillo comes up for air next to him, running a hand through his wet hair. “Are you happy now?”
Javier takes in the sight in front of him, the hair that seems impossibly darker than usual, the drop of water that’s running down his throat.
“Yeah”, he says truthfully, “I am.”
Team: Machine
Challenge: Orte – Im Wasser (Für's Team)
Fandom: Narcos
Charactere: Javier Peña, Horacio Carrillo (+ Bonus Steve und Connie)
Warnungen: Javi being thirsty
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 850
Widmung: Für Aku, weil sie mich im Pool hierzu überredet hat
Kommentar: Jetzt hab ich meinen Streak gebrochen, mit jedem Post ein neues Fandom zu schreiben…
What started out as a work trip to track down a narcotraficante in hiding has de facto turned into a mini vacation.
The Pool
Javier’s head breaks through the surface and he takes a deep breath before pushing dripping strands of hair out of his face. The water tastes like chlorine, but it’s delightfully cool in the afternoon heat. For a moment he squints into the sunlight before starting to swim to the other side of the pool.
Cartagena is a hot place to be year-round, but for the last couple of days the city has been suffering from an unusual heat wave, and getting access to a pool has been a literal life saver. There are times where Javier doesn’t want to leave it at all, not even for sleeping. It’s possible he’s gotten too used to the moderate temperatures of Bogotá and Medellín.
What started out as a work trip to track down a narcotraficante in hiding has de facto turned into a mini vacation for them. Steve has even brought Connie along, who could barely be dissuaded from the long list of tourist attractions she had meticulously researched the days before, but finally surrendered when she realized that she could get neither of them to join her. Occasionally Javier and Steve are still staring at files and leaning over maps, but more and more often this is happening on deck chairs with a cold beer in hand.
Javier isn’t complaining. The tracks they were following have turned cold, and maybe a couple of days of rest will rejuvenate them enough to finally have a breakthrough. Hopefully before he grows any webbing between his fingers.
He reaches the end of the pool and turns around. At the other side he can see Steve walking over to the cooler to get another beer, while Connie is leaning onto the edge of the pool with her arms, her feet kicking underneath her. She’s got her blond hair in a messy bun and her sunglasses pushed back onto the top of her head.
Javier’s gaze lingers on the third person. The colonel is here for the first time, and the sight of him in swim trunks is still jarring to Javier’s eyes. He’s sitting at the side of the pool with his feet in the water and smoking a cigarette, staring into nothing.
When Javier gets closer, he can make out the small crease between his eyebrows that tell him he’s thinking about something – probably about the latest report, given that it had taken three people to drag him out of that stuffy office. Connie had forbidden him to take it with him, but knowing Carrillo, he had probably already memorized the damn thing and was now going over it in his head.
Javier does a couple more strokes and then takes hold of the edge next to him. “You gonna come in?”
Carrillo’s eyes hone in on him as he takes another drag of his cigarette, before he taps the ash into the ashtray next to him. “No, I’m good.”
“Suit yourself.”
But he’s barely made three strokes towards the middle of the pool before his gaze is inevitably dragged back to him. In his defense, he’s never seen the man without a shirt before. His uniform leaves little to the imagination, so he shouldn’t be surprised by his muscular physique, but his eyes are drawn to the little details he could never notice before, like the tan lines on his upper arms where his sleeves usually end, or the puckered flesh of an old scar right underneath his left collarbone.
Javier manages to look away before he can be caught staring, which probably says more about Carrillo’s state of mind than about himself. He watches as Connie climbs out of the pool, wringing out her hair over the tiles. Now he’s got the pool all to himself. Steve tips a bottle of beer at him in a silent question, but he shakes his head.
For a moment he’s just kicking water in the middle of the pool, undecided on what to do. Then he turns around and lobs a handful of water at Carrillo’s legs. “Stop thinking about the damn report and get in here.”
For a split-second he thinks he’s gone too far, because the look on Carrillo’s face is decidedly unfriendly. But then he stubs out the cigarette and gets up, sighing like someone’s forcing him to run a marathon in the midday heat. Javier expects him to walk over to the ladder, but instead he dives in head-first, breaking the water’s surface with barely a splash.
“Show-off”, Javier mutters under his breath.
Carrillo comes up for air next to him, running a hand through his wet hair. “Are you happy now?”
Javier takes in the sight in front of him, the hair that seems impossibly darker than usual, the drop of water that’s running down his throat.
“Yeah”, he says truthfully, “I am.”
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Date: 2023-07-27 02:17 pm (UTC)This is adorable and summer-y and just hits that spot. :) Also: tan lines.
Und: Javier manages to look away before he can be caught staring, which probably says more about Carrillo’s state of mind than about himself.
Was ein guter Satz. ♥