Fast & Furious Fic Brian/Dom 1/1 Truth
Title: Truth
Fandom: Fast & Furious
Pairing: Dom/Brian
Author:chase65
Rating:R
Warnings:Post-movie, language, some sex, angst
Disclaimer:After all these years, still not mine
Summary:Dom wants to get a few things straight in his head.
A/N: I'd intended to finish this well before we had any idea what the new canon would be. I think at the time I started there might have been some speculation that the next film would be set in Europe. I figured I needed to finish this up in a hurry so that my plate would be nice and clean for all the new fic inspiring goodness coming the US way on 4/29. Feedback as always, greatly appreciated.
Truth
There are some hard truths Dominic Toretto has to tell himself. He is grateful for the couple of hours he has to do this. If he doesn’t come to terms he suspects that he will likely wind up dead. And so will Brian O’Conner.
He is a felon. A three strikes felon. He is not the man that his father raised him to be. His family does not come first. If they did Jesse would not be dead. Vince would not have been maimed. And Letty… The truth of that is mixed in with the next truth.
The sex he’s having with Brian O’Conner is not about grieving Letty. There is a 180 degree difference between the two of them. There are the most obvious ones, light for dark, boy for girl, slow burn for quick fire. He could tell himself that that’s the reason he allows Brian to touch him the way he does, but he does not allowBrian. Brian doesn’t ask.
He didn’t the first time. He hasn’t any of the other times, though there have been just a handful. The first time happened in the kitchen of the safehouse. He’d walked in on Dom and Mia talking. Mia sat at the kitchen table sipping water from a bottle, her eyes still bright from the adrenaline of what they’d accomplished. Feeling his own thrum, Dom had anchored himself against the counter, palms pressed hard against the surface to keep himself together. Brian stepped into the kitchen, smiled the cocksure smile that made Dom want ot punch him, and asked Mia to excuse them for a minute. The smile on his face slipped away as soon as Mia cleared the room.
He hadn't any idea what O'Conner's intentions were when he strode across the mid-size kitchen to stand what could be considered too close for anything other than to provoke a fight or what it eventually turned into. Dom had lifted his hand to shove O'Conner away. But his hand only came up against the solid inflexibility of O'Conner's chest. The other man's hand deftly thumbed open the top button of the jeans that had been waiting for Dom at the safehouse.
Thumbed them open and slid his hand inside while Dom was still trying to catch up on the nature of the shift in circumstances. O'Conner's free hand tightened against the nape of Dom's neck as is hand had begun a slow slide up and down Dom's cock. Eyes half-lidded, O'Conner had growled Toretto before his mouth latched onto Dom's neck. He'd ground himself against Dom's thigh in time with the movement of his hand.
They've been at the house for three days. They are more than likely at the top of a couple 'Most Wanted' lists. And when O'Conner touches him it's like they have all the time in the world and no time at all. Mia knows. One of the times in the kitchen, Dom is pretty certain he heard the creak of a floor board, and a gasp that was neither him nor O'Conner. His hands had been shoved down the ex-cop's jeans between his briefs and his skin at the time. The probablity that Mia had gotten an eyeful wasn't enough to make him pull his hand away from the leaking hardness beneath his hand.
O'Conner had initiated as usual, but Dom hadn't been able to pull his hands away. He owns that. It's the truth, he has to.
He doesn't think that he and Mia will ever talk about it. If it were just about the grief he could.
He and O'Conner are what they are, doing what they are doing. It puts Dom at some ease that's him and not Mia. F.B.I. Agent Brian O'Conner might have been the guy for Mia, but this Brian O'Conner, this Brian O'Conner is not.
'Be ready.'
Those were the words O'Conner mouthed to him as he was led from the courtroom to an area on a locked down floor to wait for transport. He'd caught a glimpse of the other man in his periphery just before he was led to a bench and shackled to wait for other court appearing inmates who would need to be transported.
'Beready' put him on immediate alert. He'd been ready. That brings him to the last thing. It's no small thing for O'Conner to have done what he did. The planning had to have started right when Dom's bail was denied. It could have started when it looked like the trial wasn't going well, but Dom doesn't think so. He thinks Brian had been at it awhile. It was seamless. Or at least Brian was seamless, undeterred, unruffled. Deadly.
This truth doesn't roll through Toretto's brain very easily. It runs counter to most of what he's thought about O'Conner in the last few years. It would be one thing if O'Conner had accidentally shot the Sheriff's Deputy, but he had to have known a shootout was likely. Afterall, Mia, Tego and Don Omar never left the streetside of the bus after they caused it to jacknife.
They hadn't seen what Dom saw, and they weren't seen by the other inmates. Or the surviving Deputy. O'Connor was the only one anyone could identify. Precision planning.
He'd told Dom to take off. Dom's split second hesitation saw O'Conner fire twice, center mass, into one of the shotgun wielding Sheriff Deputies who had a bead on them. O'Conner is a cop killer. He can only imagine how hard law enforcement will come after one of their own who's done what O'Conner has.
Maybe that has something to do with why he can't seem to keep his hands off of Dom now. Why he hasn't talked much about what will happen now that Mia's on her way to the Dominican.
Toretto's isn't really one for psychobabble. Regardless of O'Conner's why, he is one of the bad guys. Irrevocably. They both are, and they're in it together. There's a 'til death aspect, that Toretto chooses not to dwell on at the moment. He's already told himself the most important truths.
Dom knows fuck all about France. He vaguely remembers Han telling a story about learning how to run up the side of a building in France. He also thinks he remembers Han mentioning that France doesn't extradite to the US if the death penalty is involved. They both had been kind of drunk at the time so Toretto isn't one hundred percent on that. Han is a bit of a free spirit, but he's also gotten Dom's back no questions asked. He figures Han will probably know what's needed. It couldn't hurt to have a perspective untainted by the knowledge of what it feels like to have Brian O'Conner's tongue take inventory of your mouth.
When Brian steps back into the house forty-five minutes later, he eyes the packed duffel on the kitchen table for almost a full minute.
“We going somewhere?”
“Yeah, O'Conner we're going somewhere.”
Without a word, Brian grabs the duffel and walks out of the house. Dom wipes his fingerprints off the door knob as he closes it after them.
fin
Fandom: Fast & Furious
Pairing: Dom/Brian
Author:chase65
Rating:R
Warnings:Post-movie, language, some sex, angst
Disclaimer:After all these years, still not mine
Summary:Dom wants to get a few things straight in his head.
A/N: I'd intended to finish this well before we had any idea what the new canon would be. I think at the time I started there might have been some speculation that the next film would be set in Europe. I figured I needed to finish this up in a hurry so that my plate would be nice and clean for all the new fic inspiring goodness coming the US way on 4/29. Feedback as always, greatly appreciated.
Truth
There are some hard truths Dominic Toretto has to tell himself. He is grateful for the couple of hours he has to do this. If he doesn’t come to terms he suspects that he will likely wind up dead. And so will Brian O’Conner.
He is a felon. A three strikes felon. He is not the man that his father raised him to be. His family does not come first. If they did Jesse would not be dead. Vince would not have been maimed. And Letty… The truth of that is mixed in with the next truth.
The sex he’s having with Brian O’Conner is not about grieving Letty. There is a 180 degree difference between the two of them. There are the most obvious ones, light for dark, boy for girl, slow burn for quick fire. He could tell himself that that’s the reason he allows Brian to touch him the way he does, but he does not allowBrian. Brian doesn’t ask.
He didn’t the first time. He hasn’t any of the other times, though there have been just a handful. The first time happened in the kitchen of the safehouse. He’d walked in on Dom and Mia talking. Mia sat at the kitchen table sipping water from a bottle, her eyes still bright from the adrenaline of what they’d accomplished. Feeling his own thrum, Dom had anchored himself against the counter, palms pressed hard against the surface to keep himself together. Brian stepped into the kitchen, smiled the cocksure smile that made Dom want ot punch him, and asked Mia to excuse them for a minute. The smile on his face slipped away as soon as Mia cleared the room.
He hadn't any idea what O'Conner's intentions were when he strode across the mid-size kitchen to stand what could be considered too close for anything other than to provoke a fight or what it eventually turned into. Dom had lifted his hand to shove O'Conner away. But his hand only came up against the solid inflexibility of O'Conner's chest. The other man's hand deftly thumbed open the top button of the jeans that had been waiting for Dom at the safehouse.
Thumbed them open and slid his hand inside while Dom was still trying to catch up on the nature of the shift in circumstances. O'Conner's free hand tightened against the nape of Dom's neck as is hand had begun a slow slide up and down Dom's cock. Eyes half-lidded, O'Conner had growled Toretto before his mouth latched onto Dom's neck. He'd ground himself against Dom's thigh in time with the movement of his hand.
They've been at the house for three days. They are more than likely at the top of a couple 'Most Wanted' lists. And when O'Conner touches him it's like they have all the time in the world and no time at all. Mia knows. One of the times in the kitchen, Dom is pretty certain he heard the creak of a floor board, and a gasp that was neither him nor O'Conner. His hands had been shoved down the ex-cop's jeans between his briefs and his skin at the time. The probablity that Mia had gotten an eyeful wasn't enough to make him pull his hand away from the leaking hardness beneath his hand.
O'Conner had initiated as usual, but Dom hadn't been able to pull his hands away. He owns that. It's the truth, he has to.
He doesn't think that he and Mia will ever talk about it. If it were just about the grief he could.
He and O'Conner are what they are, doing what they are doing. It puts Dom at some ease that's him and not Mia. F.B.I. Agent Brian O'Conner might have been the guy for Mia, but this Brian O'Conner, this Brian O'Conner is not.
'Be ready.'
Those were the words O'Conner mouthed to him as he was led from the courtroom to an area on a locked down floor to wait for transport. He'd caught a glimpse of the other man in his periphery just before he was led to a bench and shackled to wait for other court appearing inmates who would need to be transported.
'Beready' put him on immediate alert. He'd been ready. That brings him to the last thing. It's no small thing for O'Conner to have done what he did. The planning had to have started right when Dom's bail was denied. It could have started when it looked like the trial wasn't going well, but Dom doesn't think so. He thinks Brian had been at it awhile. It was seamless. Or at least Brian was seamless, undeterred, unruffled. Deadly.
This truth doesn't roll through Toretto's brain very easily. It runs counter to most of what he's thought about O'Conner in the last few years. It would be one thing if O'Conner had accidentally shot the Sheriff's Deputy, but he had to have known a shootout was likely. Afterall, Mia, Tego and Don Omar never left the streetside of the bus after they caused it to jacknife.
They hadn't seen what Dom saw, and they weren't seen by the other inmates. Or the surviving Deputy. O'Connor was the only one anyone could identify. Precision planning.
He'd told Dom to take off. Dom's split second hesitation saw O'Conner fire twice, center mass, into one of the shotgun wielding Sheriff Deputies who had a bead on them. O'Conner is a cop killer. He can only imagine how hard law enforcement will come after one of their own who's done what O'Conner has.
Maybe that has something to do with why he can't seem to keep his hands off of Dom now. Why he hasn't talked much about what will happen now that Mia's on her way to the Dominican.
Toretto's isn't really one for psychobabble. Regardless of O'Conner's why, he is one of the bad guys. Irrevocably. They both are, and they're in it together. There's a 'til death aspect, that Toretto chooses not to dwell on at the moment. He's already told himself the most important truths.
Dom knows fuck all about France. He vaguely remembers Han telling a story about learning how to run up the side of a building in France. He also thinks he remembers Han mentioning that France doesn't extradite to the US if the death penalty is involved. They both had been kind of drunk at the time so Toretto isn't one hundred percent on that. Han is a bit of a free spirit, but he's also gotten Dom's back no questions asked. He figures Han will probably know what's needed. It couldn't hurt to have a perspective untainted by the knowledge of what it feels like to have Brian O'Conner's tongue take inventory of your mouth.
When Brian steps back into the house forty-five minutes later, he eyes the packed duffel on the kitchen table for almost a full minute.
“We going somewhere?”
“Yeah, O'Conner we're going somewhere.”
Without a word, Brian grabs the duffel and walks out of the house. Dom wipes his fingerprints off the door knob as he closes it after them.
fin