RELAX

Title: RELAX
Author: batmouse
Genre: slash
Pairing: R/M (No! not her ! I mean Roxton / Malone!)
Rating: M . . . for somewhat mature?
Summary: Roxton’s all tensed up, Malone unwinds him and Veronica has to educate Challenger.
Archive: Whazzat? A hive for arch-bees? Just joking! Go ahead, I don’t mind! Just let me know if you post the story somewhere, ‘kay?
Email: batmoused1st@yahoo.com
Series: No even
Notes: Notes for what? Passing in class?
Web Page URL: Do I got one’a those? Do I need a shot to cure it?
Disclaimer: Do you really believe I’d be able town somethin’ this cool?
Warnings: Man-to-Man stuff . . . Not disturbing to me, but there are some undeveloped brains out there that it really freaks out. If wanting love is too foreign a subject for you, go away.


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RELAX
by batmouse
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It had been a hard fifteen days. Adventure after harrowing adventure. Now, everyone was glad to be back at the tree house safe and sound and that all the adventure was behind them. Everyone had been resting and relaxing, catching up on much needed rest and sleep . . . well, except Roxton, who was currently prowling back and forth on the balcony. The rest of the group was seated at the table finishing up a nice leisurely breakfast and preparing to face a nice quiet day . . .

“Has he been up all night, again?” Veronica asked nobody in particular.

“I’m getting worried about him.” Marguerite looked worried.

“He has to get some rest.” Summerlee advised.

“He’s still all keyed up from these last two weeks.” Challenger informed the group.

“I can fix that.” Malone downed his coffee.

“How’ll you do that?” Marguerite knew how hard headed the British Lord could be.

“I think I know how.” Malone mused and started getting up from the table, “but you guys’ll have to clear out for a couple of hours . . . and no matter what you hear, stay away.”

“. . . o – okay.” Challenger gestured with a tilt of his head for everyone to follow him out, before he spoke in a louder voice so Roxton could hear the group’s intentions, “We have some cores to do outside. We’ll be gone a couple of hours.”

“I’ll get my guns.” Roxton turned and announced.

“Wait, Roxton,” Malone blocked his path, “I’ll need your help with some things in the tree house, first.”

“The others will need protection, Malone . . .”

“I’m sure they’ll stay safe, won’t you?” Malone said without turning to look at the others.

“Malone . . .” Roxton started to push past the young man.

“No worry, Roxton.” Challenger and Summerlee quickly jumped into the elevator to join Veronica and Marguerite below, “Malone’s right, we’ll keep ourselves safe!”

“Challenger, you can’t b . . .” Roxton began, but saw a certain look in Malone’s blue eyes and Challenger heard the odd sound of uncertainty in Lord Roxton’s voice, “Malone . . . why’re you looking at me like that? Wait . . . what’re you doing . . . ?”

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Marguerite began washing some of her garments, but paused when she heard Roxton’s voice echoing down from the tree house above. Roxton didn’t sound too sure of his high-born and titled self.

“Malone . . . what’re you . . . let go’a that! M – Malone! That’s mine!” then, “OOooooOoo! Malone, you’re touching . . . OH! OH! . . . mmmmMalone!” Roxton’s voice continued with . . . “How . . . how can you do that!?! Oh. My. God! MALONE! O – O – okay . . . so, that’s how you can . . . ooOOOooh!” Roxton’s continued babble wandered off into garbled inanities, punctuated by moans, groans and comments of don’t stop . . . what’s that and omigods !

“What is Malone doing to that man!?!” Marguerite went back to her wash after staring up at the tree house.

“I’m bored.” Veronica stood up, “I’m going hunting.”

Veronica couldn’t believe Marguerite. How could a supposed woman of the world, like Marguerite was supposed to be, be so dense? Anyone with any common sense could guess at what was going on up in the tree house.

“What . . . what’re you doing, Malone . . . Malone, what are you doing . . . going to do with that!?!” Summerlee lay on a hammock with his eyes closed, his hands pillowing his head and his pith helmet discretely covering his lap. His lips wore a small smile. He quietly snickered to himself, recalling the days of his own randy youth . . . He chuckled when he heard, “Ohmigawd! Malone! Put that away! . . . You’re . . . you’re gonna do what with that!?!”

Challenger was off in the woods, studying some strange little beasts, as he chuckled to himself. He remembered Malone’s amused admonishment that Roxton should quit whining and take it like a man and Roxton’s complaints of how difficult it was . . . though Roxton had called it hard, not difficult.

Two and a half hours later . . .

Marguerite had finished hanging up her clothing, when Challenger returned, dogging Veronica’s every step. He was trying to get her to tell him where she’d gotten the rather large prong-horned rabbits that Veronica carried. Amused, Veronica wouldn’t tell the explorer what he wanted to know.

“It’s gotten quiet.” Challenger paused and looked up at the tree house.

“Not long ago,” Marguerite smiled up at their jungle home, “Malone peered over the balcony and said that Roxton was sleeping and that he was also worn out and he was going to sleep, too.”

“That boy’s amazing . . .” Challenger, his hands on his hips, finally noticed that Veronica was heading toward the elevator and ran after her. He still wanted to know where those strange prong-horned jackrabbits had come from.

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Well, that was a bust. Challenger had learned that Veronica’s father had named them Jackalopes, but not where she’d gotten them . . .

“- * - !” Challenger stopped dead and stared into the sleeping cubicle that English Lord and the American Reporter shared.

“What’re you looking at . . . ?” Challenger spun and grabbed the young jungle girl, trying to shield her from the cubicle’s contents.

“No, Veronica, don’t look!” Challenger had his hand over her eyes and she was fighting to escape.

“At what!?! Challenger! Let . . . go . . . !” Veronica got her face free and looked into the cubicle, seeing what Challenger didn’t want her to see . . .

Fear colored Challenger’s face as the blonde woman looked into the small room. She saw the walls, clothing strewn about, the beds, the men sleeping peacefully . . . then turned to look at the older gentleman.

“What are you hiding, Challenger?” She asked curiously.

“I . . . uh . . . you’re not . . . uhh . . .”

“Not what?” She peeked back into the room.

“Upset by . . . by that?!?” He gestured. How could the woman of such obvious intelligence be so dense?

“By what . . . ?” Clearly, she didn’t understand. After a moment of looking into the room, she figured out what had upset the older man. She turned back to Challenger with an indulgent smile as if at a backward child, “Oh, you out-world people! You’re ways are so primitive!”

“Primitive!?!” Challenger’s eyebrows rose incredulously.

“Yes, primitive,” she crossed her arms as if imparting a great wisdom, “in the outer world, don’t women die from too many child-birthings?” a nod, “Here, to avoid that, it is called Eunaaka. A man takes a male lover to keep his woman from having too many children and possibly dying during her pregnancy or her delivery.”

“Don’t the women . . . care?” He gestured again, “That . . . that her man’s laying with . . .”

“No,” Veronica rolled her eyes, “It’s a dangerous world out there! Though a child’s birth is a wonderful thing, most women don’t make it to child birth because of how dangerous it is. Let’s see you try to out run a t-rex while pregnant!”

“Well-l-l,” Challenger planted his fists on his hips, getting ready for a long argument, “What about the women? What do they do?”

“What do you think other women are for?” Veronica moved off down the hall, “I think the world of Malone and Roxton, but why do you think Assai comes around so often?”

“What?” Challenger squeaked and followed Veronica.

Behind them, Malone cuddled Roxton, who snuggled in until both men were more comfortable as they slept in one-another’s arms.

FINIS - - ?