Title: "Instant Picnic"
Author/pseudonym: CharlieMC camelotslash-1 at qwest.net
Fandom: "Profiler"
Pairing: George Fraley/John Grant
Rating: NC-17
Status: Complete
Date: August 29, 2001
Archive: Sure, contact me first, please [template must stay with fic].
Archived: At CamelotSlash.com -- http://www.camelotslash.com
Category: SLASH
Disclaimer: Don't own them and mean no infringement or disrespect.
Summary: George and John are given the afternoon off. What a perfect opportunity for a picnic in the woods -- and the perfect chance for seduction!
Warnings: The standard 'this is slash' (male/male relationship). This is pretty much a PWP excuse for a sexual encounter...
Beta: Thanks as always to Mistress Marilyn for her wonderful help. Any mistakes are my own, as she's always guarding my fic to avoid putting any mistakes off on readers...

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George couldn't believe Bailey would give them a full afternoon off so suddenly and without warning -- even if it was the middle of summer and the end of a slow month of little real work beyond catching up the paperwork of prior cases.

But Bailey had strolled inside the conference room -- where several of them had been seated together either hunched over keyboards or scribbling away in long hand on archaic forms -- and quietly announced that they should all 'beat it' for the remainder of the day. As it was Friday, he was basically giving them all an early start on their weekends.

It suddenly occurred to George that it would be a nice afternoon for a picnic. Glancing across the table into the handsome face of his co-worker, John Grant, gave George an even more inspired thought. It might be a good day to make at least a feeble attempt at seducing the man.

"You have plans?" he asked John as he shut down his laptop.

"Me? No. Hell, George, I didn't think we'd clock out 'til at least 4:30 at the earliest. You know how Malone usually is."

George watched John neatly gathering his stack of forms, slipping certain papers carefully into the proper manila folders stacked beside him.

"I thought maybe we could go on a picnic," he suggested, pretending to still be fooling with his computer as he watched for John's reaction from the corner of his eye.

John seemed both surprised and pleased by the idea. Good. This might just work after all...

"What did you have in mind, George?" he asked, shooting George a smile.

"I know this place that can put together a catered basket in no time flat. We just call in the order and swing by to pick it up. They even provide the blanket. Then we hit the road and presto," he extended his arms and rolled his hands, "instant picnic. All we need is a CD player for music. And maybe a book or..."

"Or a fishing rod," John added, laughing. "The kind without bait for a happy day of fishing without trying to really catch anything. That sounds great, George. Why not?"

George was grinning as he rose from the table. "Let me go give the place a quick call. They'll have that basket ready before we can even drive over there."

"Sounds like a plan," John answered. "Let me stow these files and grab my jacket."

George knew exactly what he wanted the basket to contain. Short of an aphrodisiac, he knew exactly the items that were best to turn a man's head. This wasn't the first 'instant picnic' he'd ever created, after all.

George hurried off to make the call from his desk. He preferred that John be surprised by the lavishness of the basket's contents.

***

They met in the underground garage and agreed that George would go after the picnic basket and then drive his car home so he didn't have to leave it in the garage overnight.

John was to head home and change into something more casual, then come by to pick George up for their drive into the countryside. George knew John loved to do the driving, so he was fine with it -- even if John's car was less convenient for taking much along...

George retrieved the well-stocked basket and attractive blanket (which matched the basket trim) and paid by credit card. He was a bit stunned by the cost, but decided it was well worth it to spend an afternoon in John's company.

He drove home and parked his car -- then ran inside after deciding it might be nice if he were in fresh clothes, as well. He donned crisp Dockers with a pale green polo shirt, grabbing up a light-weight jacket in case the weather turned cool in the evening. (If they hadn't returned by then, he reminded himself.)

George had left the heavy picnic basket -- and the neatly folded blanket -- out on the porch, rather than drag them into the house. He decided to also bring along a couple of the large pillows from his sofa and an extra bottle of wine he'd had cooling in the fridge. He knew the basket included wine, but you never knew when you might want to splurge and drink more than one bottle, after all.

A car horn honked outside and George hurriedly snapped on the TV and snapped off most of the lights as he exited and locked up. (Leaving the TV going was his own version of 'home security.') He dashed to the car where a grinning John was waiting for him.

"You ready?" John called after lowering the window.

George set the bottle of wine on the curb and then tapped on the trunk. John popped it open for him, and George tossed in the pillows he was gripping awkwardly by their corners with one hand. Then he carefully stowed the wine bottle between the pillows.

He walked around to the driver's window and John opened it. "The basket and blanket are on the porch," he said, turning to go after them.

"I'll get 'em," John said.

George had barely taken a step when John bounded out of the car and swiftly returned with the basket and blanket in tow.

John added the items to the trunk contents while George slid inside the passenger seat. Then John was behind the wheel and they were off.

The sunshine did nothing to dampen their bright moods. They chatted aimlessly while John drove further from the city.

They turned off finally, at John's suggestion. He grinned briefly over at George and told him he'd been to this spot before.

George caught the lilt of humor in John's voice and knew that he meant he'd brought dates to this location. You might not realize it, George thought, but you might be doing the same thing right now. That thought made George smile broadly.

John parked the car and then they both moved to lift items from the trunk.

"Let's take the blanket and find a good spot. Then we can get the rest of this," John suggested, pulling the blanket out and tucking it under his arm.

"I'll bring the pillows," George replied, grabbing one up with each hand.

John slammed the trunk and engaged his car alarm as they headed into the nearby trees.

They hadn't walked very far when John pointed to a sunny open area and asked if George thought it would do.

The trees cast shade over part of the grassy meadow, and wildflowers were blooming in random patches.

"It's perfect, John," George breathed.

John shook out the blanket and spread it half in the sun and half out. Then George dropped the pillows and they headed back to the car. John disengaged the alarm and once again flipped open the trunk.

As John lifted out the basket and George reached for the bottle of wine, he saw that John had also packed a couple of six-packs of expensive beer. He grabbed one by the handle, momentarily setting down the wine while he balanced the second six-pack under his arm. Finally he picked up the wine bottle and waited for John to again shut the trunk and re-engage his car alarm.

John made an exaggerated 'oof' as he lifted the heavy basket. "What you got in here, George?" he asked, jokingly, "Rocks?"

They both laughed as they walked through a patch of tall grass, sunlight beaming down on them.

John bent and carefully set down the basket on one corner of the blanket while George put the beer and wine in a shady spot.

"You know, there's a creek not far from here," John said, rising. "We could stick the beer and wine there to keep it cool."

"Good idea," George said, his head bent over the now open basket. He began removing the neatly packed items and setting them out.

John took the wine bottle in one hand and a six-pack in the other and headed toward the creek.

"Be right back, George. That looks like some picnic," he added as he hiked away.

George spread the yellow and white checkered tablecloth on the ground inside the shady area. Then he set out the colorful plastic plates and flatware and added other items in an appealing array.

Finally he opened the wine and carefully filled the glasses. It was, indeed, perfect, he decided.

John returned and grabbed up the remaining six-pack. "Looks like food for a king," he said, nodding his head toward their feast.

"It's not your average picnic," George agreed, grinning up at John. "I hope you're ready to eat. I thought it could be a lunch replacement."

"Starved," John said. "I'll be back in a flash. I can't wait to stretch out in the sun and eat some of those sandwiches."

John returned more quickly this time. George assumed he must have spent several minutes the first time, setting up some kind of restraining area for the items he'd put to cool in the nearby water. Or maybe this time he was motivated by the sight of the food -- and preferred not to dawdle.

George had to smile to himself at the thought of John Grant dawdling.

"Happy?" John asked, sipping wine and taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Mm. Yes I am. This is very nice, John. A real treat."

They ate from the various delicacies, 'ahhing' over the taste of Black Caviar on rich buttery crackers and smacking their lips while they sampled from the five varieties of olives.

As they supped they chatted pleasantly. A large yellow and black butterfly lit on the edge of the blanket and they both stopped eating and sat very still while they watched it lazily beating its wings up and down before it finally flew away.

"I feel like that," John said, yawning and stretching. "Just a little lazy. I think I could lie here and actually nap."

"Why don't you?" George began to put things back inside containers to avoid food spoilage. Then he refilled their wine glasses and shifted away from the table cloth and further into the sun.

John moved beside him and slipped off his shoes. Then he picked up a pillow and stuffed it under his head as he stretched out on the blanket.

George felt his own eyes drooping. "You know," he said to John, "A nap might be a good idea."

"Told you, George," John said, his eyes shut and voice drowsy.

George stretched out beside John, and he listened to the sound of chirping birds and the breeze rustling through the trees until he finally drifted to sleep.

***

George was dreaming of making love. Since Richard had departed for his new love interest, there hadn't been even a casual match-up in George's life. He was sexually frustrated -- and found himself dreaming about steamy encounters with great regularity.

He smiled and whispered a sentence of encouragement. He began to laugh as he felt a feather brushed tantalizingly against the bottom of his chin.

And then George was awake and the tickling he'd felt in his dream continued. He opened his eyes and saw John Grant leaning over him, smiling.

George sat up and saw that John held a dandelion in one hand.

"It's supposed to mean you're in love or something. I forget what," John said, twirling the bright yellow blossom of the weed between his fingers. "You know. You put it under your chin and if your chin turns yellow..."

George laughed and John joined him. George rubbed a finger against the skin of his chin and grinned when his fingers came away dusted with yellow pollen.

"I was going to ask you what the outcome was, but I guess I can tell that for myself," George said, flashing John a half-smile and briefly lowering his lashes over his eyes. He suddenly realized he was blatantly flirting -- but decided it didn't matter. John's maneuver with the dandelion was hardly innocent, after all.

"I got us some beers while you were sleeping," John said, leaning back and reaching for a bottle. He deftly popped the lid and handed one to George. Their finger-tips touched and George could feel John moving one finger against his. It was amazingly erotic for such a small gesture.

John leaned to retrieve the second bottle while George took a small swig from his own. The beer was good. Sharp and tangy. Some 'designer' brew, George decided, holding the bottle so he could examine the label.

Then John had moved decidedly into George's space, leaning forward to clink his bottle to George's.

"To a perfect afternoon," John said softly, locking eyes with George before taking another large swallow. George was surprised -- as he had been in the past -- at how erotic eating and drinking could be. Obviously John was a master at this particular art.

John's lips were dewy with drops of the amber liquid. George found himself  licking his lips as he imagined what it would be like to touch his tongue to John's full mouth.

George forced himself to tear his gaze away and stare out across the sun-dappled meadow. He watched the breeze bounce the top-heavy flowers to and fro, making blood-red poppies and white daisies sway.

Some of the dandelions had gone to seed; their fluffy tops were spewing tiny parachutes toward the bright blue sky.

George was startled when John shifted to sit beside him, wrapping a tight arm around his waist.

George turned back toward John and was rewarded with a kiss -- a soft press of lips to lips. They pulled away and studied each other for a brief moment. The sun was shining on John's hair and making his eyes an even deeper blue. George leaned forward and gave his mouth up to John who seemed far eager with his second kiss.

Their mouths opened and their tongues collided and rubbed against lips and teeth. John's arms circled George and pulled him closer.

George inhaled the scent of John's skin. He recognized the hot smell of sun-drenched skin and could almost taste the tang of John's lime-based cologne. George breathed John in, smelling John's own masculine muskiness. The combination of scents was heady -- more so than the wine and beer he'd imbibed.

John was tugging gently -- yet with insistence -- at George's shirt. They both began to disrobe, quickly kicking off shoes and sliding out of their clothing. Their bodies were warmed by the mix of sun and shadow as they stretched out on the soft blanket and began to explore each other with anxious fingers.

George felt his erection lifting and filling out. He saw that John was equally aroused. They kissed again while continuing to touch with abandon.

Then John pulled away. He reached into the pocket of his discarded pants and withdrew a small packet that he quickly tore open with his teeth. He sheathed his penis inside the condom and George quickly pulled one of the large pillows to him and shoved it under him until his hips were lifted.

John guided George's legs apart, his fingers tickling the sensitive skin between George's thighs. George felt something wet and slippery pushing against his sphincter and then John pressed a finger inside and began to move in maddeningly erotic circles as he opened the tight muscle.

"Please," George breathed. He moaned loudly.

Then John's finger pulled away and George could feel John using his hand to guide his penis into position. John slid gently inside the tight opening and George thrust his hips up and back to impale himself more fully.

John began a smooth rhythmic motion in and out, grunting with each stroke. George continued to moan softly and felt his penis rubbing and thrusting into the thick pillow with each of John's thrusts.

Birdsong filled the air, mingling with their lusty cries. Sunbeams played hide and seek with shadows and touched here and there on their naked flesh. The smell of grass and flowers and man-musk was overpowering.

George felt himself at once both exploding and melting. His head was spinning with the multitude of sensory experiences.

Soon after John groaned and pressed forward as he, too, climaxed.

For a moment they were still, John still joined to George. Then John reached a hand to carefully hold the condom in place while he withdrew. George sighed and felt his body shuddering. One of his nipples was erect and rubbing something that poked up from under the blanket. The breeze brushed his skin and made George shiver with delight.

Then John guided him to turn, and they embraced again and gently kissed. John pulled the pillow out from under George and tossed it aside as he pulled George into his embrace.

They were quiet as the sounds around them created a lilting music. George could feel himself drifting in a haze of sexual satisfaction and the effects of the alcohol.

He gave himself a mental shake and then whispered to John, "That was wonderful."

John chuckled before answering. "Yeah, it really was. I've been wanting to seduce you for weeks now. But I couldn't think of a way. This was the perfect opportunity. I just couldn't pass it up."

George laughed with John. "I guess I don't need to mention that I'd been thinking of seducing you this afternoon, then. Do I?"

John yawned. "Great minds think alike, George."

They stretched out together and John grabbed the edge of the yellow and white tablecloth and yanked it over them, making the basket tumble away with a clashing of glass.

Oh well, George thought. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters but lying here like this.

John partially covered them with the tablecloth as he pressed forward, spooning against George.

"This is what everyone needs now and then, George," John said, his voice content.

"What's that?" George asked in a sleepy voice.

"An 'instant picnic,'" John answered, laughing softly.

The shadows grew as they shifted closer and drifted off to sleep.

-The End-