FIc: Blind Love 2
Title: Blind love 2
Rating: Damn innocent White Cortina
Pairing: Sam/Gene, Sam?Ray
Disclaimer: These men are belong to Kudos and BBC
Summary: Something wrong with Ray, it's Tyler's fault. (Sorry for my summary skill)
Note: This fic is for my adorable beta, my pink margarita
walkerbaby.
All remained faults are mine.
Blind love 2
Dirty, he felt disgusting after the night. The next morning he just felt dirty - Especially when he saw Tyler. Clean and neat, his countenance was perfect, his calm tone to order them, with an air of 'nothing affects my confidence', he was a walking contradiction from the night before. Tyler the hypocrite.
And the Guv too! Their great fairy DCI. What happened to the Guv? Seriously? Ray shook his head in disgust.
Sure, Ray had shagged some blokes in Army, needs must and all so given the situation it was understandable.
But his superior officer, Gene Hunt, he didn't do it. He overlooked it from his men, what was private was private after all, but he never did it himself. Not even if it had been readily available to him which it had. So Ray thought he knew him, and he admired the man because he had an iron will.
So why now? When he's married man and can have affairs with other women if he was tired of his marriage. What happened to the man?
Tyler, the fucking simple answer. Tyler appeared, and seduced him. What if Tyler did it all time? What if that was the key to his speedy promotions? A sexual bribe? Working his way up the ladder tart style.
Otherwise, how could Tyler make the Guv listen to him? A good arrest record, yeah, but that came later. So he had to have a way to make the Guv willing to follow his ideas at first! Slut.
Maybe it wasn’t true, an injustice. Still who knew what the truth was? Especially when Tyler could keep such a fucking serene face after he's been fucked roughly by his superior officer. The dirty little whore; the shameless cop whore - he made Ray sick.
"Ray?"
Ray was lost in his own world. He didn’t even notice Tyler standing over the top of him.
"Ray!"
Ray snapped his head up and saw the annoying man. He was glaring at him impatiently.
"Ray, the report!"
Ray stared him.
"Ray, Jesus! Do you even hear me?"
Ray didn't move. Not even his eyeballs. He couldn't.
"Ray, you O.K? What's wrong with you?"
'Wrong' was the key word, Ray awakened suddenly and answered.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"The Wilkins case."
"Aye, I’m still working on it."
"Yeah, I can see you’re still working on it. Finish it quickly."
Tyler grunted and turned around. Ray was still staring at him. Captured by that voice calling his name, those eyes looking at him intensely, the pouting lips as he said ‘still working’.
Ray had never felt shame like this in his life.
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For a few days Ray couldn’t stand to deal with Tyler directly - he avoided him, making sure never to be near him. It was survival instinct.
He realized that he had reached his personal danger zone, he didn't want to think what the danger was, but Ray just knew he had to stop it.
He shut Tyler down completely. He worked on his paper work fervently for he didn't want to have conversation like the one about the Wilkins file again. He stopped mocking and teasing Tyler.
He made Chris talk with Tyler instead of him whenever he could. And no one noticed it because he had already done it several times before, to stop his own jealousy of the man.
Yet this time it was different, he worked hard to prevent Tyler from needing to order him to do something. He even searched through a damn dictionary to write reports, so he could avoid one of Tyler's spelling lessons.
That got him fucking praised by Tyler who was the only one had even noticed his remarkable change in personality.
"Ray, you're doing well recently, just keep going like this."
A pleasant smile and a fucking hand on his shoulder. Then Tyler was gone, too fast to receive Ray's furious grunt of acknowledgement. Wrapped in his own rage and embarrassment, he didn't notice the Guv was staring.
But he wasn’t so lucky the next time. He couldn’t avoid the fucking embarrassment, or humiliation Ray’s not sure which it really is, because the second time Tyler praised him to the Guv.
"Ray has been doing very well recently. He’s changed into a totally different man! Sometimes, I’m nearly proud of him."
Tyler told the Guv in front of urinals. Ray had to hold his breath again, like a criminal, in the fucking police bogs so he wouldn’t be heard.
"Yeah." The Guv's short answer. Then casual sounds, zippers going down, pee, zippers going up again.
Ray prayed to God for that the sounds wouldn't change to something more intimate.
"And I think we should recommend him as this month’s official commendation. He deserved to," Tyler’s voice trailed off.
Then strange, no, very familiar sounds in fact, started. Sucking lips, entwining tongues, choking, moaning, throaty grunting. Fuck, the sounds were lewder than some cheap porno film.
Ray didn't know how loud a single kiss could be until now. While it resounded in the tiled room, Ray shut his eyes tight. A fucking mistake he realized, because the images, the hell that was those images repeated again in his mind.
"No, not at the station," Tyler gasped.
"Fuck your rule." Hunt snorted.
"Gene!"
"Yeah, Yeah, Gladys, whatever your ladyship wish."
"Gene!"
"So, tonight?"
Some silence, Ray could imagine Sam's pouting lips and knitting eyebrows. He tried to keep the vision from his mind though.
"Tonight."
Tyler’s resigned tone. Still Ray could detect amusement in it.
Then he could hear footsteps to the door. When Ray thought he could relax finally, the quiet was broken with a high pitched yelp.
"Oops!" And the Guv’s short laugh.
"Don't pinch my arse!"
"You like it, I know." Punching, laughing, footsteps; until the damn door opened and shut finally behind them.
Ray loosened his breath and his arousal at the same time. He didn’t dare let them know he’d been in there. That he’d heard what had taken place between them.
In front of mirror, he looked at himself. Just an ordinary man with a mustache and whiskers. Not handsome like Tyler, not masculine like Hunt. Still he had no problems with birds, but a bloke? Damn it. He didn't want any man.
"Don't think you can change me, ever," Ray whispered to Tyler who wasn't there to hear him.
And that afternoon he was forced to have Tyler beside him. They were running after four burglars who had robbed a bank right before.
As the bastard went down a narrow alley, Tyler jumped out of the Cortina, shouted for the Guv to go round and cut their line of retreat; and then shouted for Chris and Ray to follow him. So they all obeyed.
And then the div Chris tumbled down, they left him and his sprained angle behind. They kept following their criminals, who were busy showering them with bullets.
They leaned against the brick wall which hid them from the four armed men. So Ray's heart was pounding and it had nothing to do with the fact that Tyler was so fucking near him.
Tyler who had positioned himself on the edge of the wall was firing back. Sticking his gun out the side and avoiding the returned shots nimbly. He kept coming back to Ray's side, where he was busy shooting over the wall.
"Just wait, Ray." Leaning on him, Tyler told him to stay low in the waltz of gun fire. Ray felt Tyler’s harsh breath near his face.
"Guv will arrive soon with back up."
I know it too, so stop being good superior officer, you little whore, Ray wanted to tell the poof. Would have told him if his groin wasn’t so fucking tight.
"Damn crazy shooters!" Tyler grunted, then snorted at their enemies' bad shooting. "Pathetic shot! Waste of bullet!"
So Ray turned to face Tyler then and saw the smile the other man gave him, the heartfelt smile usually reserved for the Guv or Annie - bright and charming, the Tyler-smile which unbelievably came from the usually uptight face. It made even Ray's heart soften sometimes before this whole crap started.
When he started to shoot back, Ray just kept watching that sharp-edged profile, the clean eyes, the boyish good looks, the look he got when he was concentrating on shooting..........or shagging.
"Hey, what are you doing? Dozing? Shoot them up!" The face turned to him again, frowning this time, the lips pouting, shouting, ‘Ray!’ His fucking name. Tyler was calling out his fucking name again.
"Shut up, Tyler!" Ray shot then, shouting back, following his fucking DI's order.
"Keep shooting, don't let them get away!"
"I know! Shut up!"
"Bastard!"
"Prick!"
Short laughs followed. They enjoyed this, their battle in the middle of city. Only real cops could do it. Duty, loyalty, devotion, responsibility, good senses - still they aren't enough for standing up to the whole mess. If a good cop wants to serve as long as he could, he should be able to enjoy their battle, their long war. The thrill, excitement, stimulation, they are the fellows and weapons of a good cop. Enjoy, if you can't avoid it, golden words of wisdom.
Ray Carling was feeling it now - the brothership, standing shoulder to shoulder, fighting together against gangs, watching back each other it felt so good, so right. It wasn’t the first time he felt it even with Tyler, several times. At those times, he could think of Tyler as his brother cop and surely Tyler felt the same, like now.
Why not? Ray thought in the middle of their battle. Why couldn’t he and Tyler be friends?
Even Chris got along with him, no way Tyler doesn't want to be his friend! If only he dropped his old and unfair hostility toward the other man.
Yeah, it would be good, a reconciliation of old enemies. Their friendship, it would ease the tension in CID brought on by their fighting. Everything would be easier, including dealing with his sexual frustration in regards to Tyler.
If you can't defeat him, make friends with him, another bit of golden advice. Besides Ray isn't a man who shags his friends - even in army he'd never done it with his friends. He's got his rules.
Hearing the blessed siren, Ray smiled to Tyler. He was rewarded with that brilliant smile again.
That night, they celebrated their victory in Railway Arms. They all got drunk except Ray. He watched the two of them stealthily, Tyler and Hunt.
Hunt's arm was around Tyler's shoulders. It seemed that he couldn't keep his hands off Tyler. From the start he continued to invade Tyler's personal space - naturally as if he has the right - mocking and teasing him. Ray had to laugh at the old jokes, like when he didn't know anything; like that night had never happened.
Tyler looked petulant and sullen as the Guv whispered in his ears, calling him Gladys, but he also blushed like a shy virgin. It made the Guv's eyes gleam, and it made Ray's burn. As the blush deepen, Tyler shook off the drunken big man, went to the bar, and ordered another whiskey. Ray approached to him.
"You want some too?" Tyler asked innocently, and turned to Nelson, ordered and paid for his too.
"You’re buying me a drink, huh?" Ray drawled. He knew birds liked this tone.
"Yeah, for your damn poor shooting." Tyler said, raising his left eyebrow. Ray hit his arm lightly, so easily, so naturally.
"What? You don't want it? Piss off, then."
"Nothing stops me from free drink." Ray reached for his drink and tossed it. Tyler did too and smirked to see Ray gulping his drink down.
"Now you admit your shooting isn’t worth a damn."
"Oh, you little prick!"
Ray pushed him lightly. Tyler let him do it, just laughing. So Ray laughed too. They kept at it for a while, oblivious of Hunt's staring eyes. Then Ray grasped Tyler's waist with his right hand, still laughing.
The slender waist fit so well in his grip. Hard and slick, the tactile feeling was just good; it felt right to touch it, Tyler's flesh in his hand.
Too late he recognized that he couldn't regard Tyler as just his friend. Not since he started wanking while thinking of him. Already it's late, too late.
Yeah, I want it too. Ray thought desperately. Not just friendship.
He raised his eyes, met with Tyler’s startled ones, and watched dreadfully. The shock changed to recognition, astonishment, and finally clear rejection.
He was holding tightly onto Tyler’s waist using all of his strength. Unconsciously, instinctively, because he didn't know what else to do and he was too desperate to give it up.
The fucking lucid eyes stared hard to him, judged his passion, and rejected him. Tyler's hand took off his hand from Tyler’s waist. And he turned his back on him, went away, just like that. Back to Hunt like he was supposed to do.
Ray stood here, frozen into core. Felt nothing. Not even hurt.
Hope you like it, review please
Rating: Damn innocent White Cortina
Pairing: Sam/Gene, Sam?Ray
Disclaimer: These men are belong to Kudos and BBC
Summary: Something wrong with Ray, it's Tyler's fault. (Sorry for my summary skill)
Note: This fic is for my adorable beta, my pink margarita
walkerbaby.
All remained faults are mine.
Blind love 2
Dirty, he felt disgusting after the night. The next morning he just felt dirty - Especially when he saw Tyler. Clean and neat, his countenance was perfect, his calm tone to order them, with an air of 'nothing affects my confidence', he was a walking contradiction from the night before. Tyler the hypocrite.
And the Guv too! Their great fairy DCI. What happened to the Guv? Seriously? Ray shook his head in disgust.
Sure, Ray had shagged some blokes in Army, needs must and all so given the situation it was understandable.
But his superior officer, Gene Hunt, he didn't do it. He overlooked it from his men, what was private was private after all, but he never did it himself. Not even if it had been readily available to him which it had. So Ray thought he knew him, and he admired the man because he had an iron will.
So why now? When he's married man and can have affairs with other women if he was tired of his marriage. What happened to the man?
Tyler, the fucking simple answer. Tyler appeared, and seduced him. What if Tyler did it all time? What if that was the key to his speedy promotions? A sexual bribe? Working his way up the ladder tart style.
Otherwise, how could Tyler make the Guv listen to him? A good arrest record, yeah, but that came later. So he had to have a way to make the Guv willing to follow his ideas at first! Slut.
Maybe it wasn’t true, an injustice. Still who knew what the truth was? Especially when Tyler could keep such a fucking serene face after he's been fucked roughly by his superior officer. The dirty little whore; the shameless cop whore - he made Ray sick.
"Ray?"
Ray was lost in his own world. He didn’t even notice Tyler standing over the top of him.
"Ray!"
Ray snapped his head up and saw the annoying man. He was glaring at him impatiently.
"Ray, the report!"
Ray stared him.
"Ray, Jesus! Do you even hear me?"
Ray didn't move. Not even his eyeballs. He couldn't.
"Ray, you O.K? What's wrong with you?"
'Wrong' was the key word, Ray awakened suddenly and answered.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"The Wilkins case."
"Aye, I’m still working on it."
"Yeah, I can see you’re still working on it. Finish it quickly."
Tyler grunted and turned around. Ray was still staring at him. Captured by that voice calling his name, those eyes looking at him intensely, the pouting lips as he said ‘still working’.
Ray had never felt shame like this in his life.
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For a few days Ray couldn’t stand to deal with Tyler directly - he avoided him, making sure never to be near him. It was survival instinct.
He realized that he had reached his personal danger zone, he didn't want to think what the danger was, but Ray just knew he had to stop it.
He shut Tyler down completely. He worked on his paper work fervently for he didn't want to have conversation like the one about the Wilkins file again. He stopped mocking and teasing Tyler.
He made Chris talk with Tyler instead of him whenever he could. And no one noticed it because he had already done it several times before, to stop his own jealousy of the man.
Yet this time it was different, he worked hard to prevent Tyler from needing to order him to do something. He even searched through a damn dictionary to write reports, so he could avoid one of Tyler's spelling lessons.
That got him fucking praised by Tyler who was the only one had even noticed his remarkable change in personality.
"Ray, you're doing well recently, just keep going like this."
A pleasant smile and a fucking hand on his shoulder. Then Tyler was gone, too fast to receive Ray's furious grunt of acknowledgement. Wrapped in his own rage and embarrassment, he didn't notice the Guv was staring.
But he wasn’t so lucky the next time. He couldn’t avoid the fucking embarrassment, or humiliation Ray’s not sure which it really is, because the second time Tyler praised him to the Guv.
"Ray has been doing very well recently. He’s changed into a totally different man! Sometimes, I’m nearly proud of him."
Tyler told the Guv in front of urinals. Ray had to hold his breath again, like a criminal, in the fucking police bogs so he wouldn’t be heard.
"Yeah." The Guv's short answer. Then casual sounds, zippers going down, pee, zippers going up again.
Ray prayed to God for that the sounds wouldn't change to something more intimate.
"And I think we should recommend him as this month’s official commendation. He deserved to," Tyler’s voice trailed off.
Then strange, no, very familiar sounds in fact, started. Sucking lips, entwining tongues, choking, moaning, throaty grunting. Fuck, the sounds were lewder than some cheap porno film.
Ray didn't know how loud a single kiss could be until now. While it resounded in the tiled room, Ray shut his eyes tight. A fucking mistake he realized, because the images, the hell that was those images repeated again in his mind.
"No, not at the station," Tyler gasped.
"Fuck your rule." Hunt snorted.
"Gene!"
"Yeah, Yeah, Gladys, whatever your ladyship wish."
"Gene!"
"So, tonight?"
Some silence, Ray could imagine Sam's pouting lips and knitting eyebrows. He tried to keep the vision from his mind though.
"Tonight."
Tyler’s resigned tone. Still Ray could detect amusement in it.
Then he could hear footsteps to the door. When Ray thought he could relax finally, the quiet was broken with a high pitched yelp.
"Oops!" And the Guv’s short laugh.
"Don't pinch my arse!"
"You like it, I know." Punching, laughing, footsteps; until the damn door opened and shut finally behind them.
Ray loosened his breath and his arousal at the same time. He didn’t dare let them know he’d been in there. That he’d heard what had taken place between them.
In front of mirror, he looked at himself. Just an ordinary man with a mustache and whiskers. Not handsome like Tyler, not masculine like Hunt. Still he had no problems with birds, but a bloke? Damn it. He didn't want any man.
"Don't think you can change me, ever," Ray whispered to Tyler who wasn't there to hear him.
And that afternoon he was forced to have Tyler beside him. They were running after four burglars who had robbed a bank right before.
As the bastard went down a narrow alley, Tyler jumped out of the Cortina, shouted for the Guv to go round and cut their line of retreat; and then shouted for Chris and Ray to follow him. So they all obeyed.
And then the div Chris tumbled down, they left him and his sprained angle behind. They kept following their criminals, who were busy showering them with bullets.
They leaned against the brick wall which hid them from the four armed men. So Ray's heart was pounding and it had nothing to do with the fact that Tyler was so fucking near him.
Tyler who had positioned himself on the edge of the wall was firing back. Sticking his gun out the side and avoiding the returned shots nimbly. He kept coming back to Ray's side, where he was busy shooting over the wall.
"Just wait, Ray." Leaning on him, Tyler told him to stay low in the waltz of gun fire. Ray felt Tyler’s harsh breath near his face.
"Guv will arrive soon with back up."
I know it too, so stop being good superior officer, you little whore, Ray wanted to tell the poof. Would have told him if his groin wasn’t so fucking tight.
"Damn crazy shooters!" Tyler grunted, then snorted at their enemies' bad shooting. "Pathetic shot! Waste of bullet!"
So Ray turned to face Tyler then and saw the smile the other man gave him, the heartfelt smile usually reserved for the Guv or Annie - bright and charming, the Tyler-smile which unbelievably came from the usually uptight face. It made even Ray's heart soften sometimes before this whole crap started.
When he started to shoot back, Ray just kept watching that sharp-edged profile, the clean eyes, the boyish good looks, the look he got when he was concentrating on shooting..........or shagging.
"Hey, what are you doing? Dozing? Shoot them up!" The face turned to him again, frowning this time, the lips pouting, shouting, ‘Ray!’ His fucking name. Tyler was calling out his fucking name again.
"Shut up, Tyler!" Ray shot then, shouting back, following his fucking DI's order.
"Keep shooting, don't let them get away!"
"I know! Shut up!"
"Bastard!"
"Prick!"
Short laughs followed. They enjoyed this, their battle in the middle of city. Only real cops could do it. Duty, loyalty, devotion, responsibility, good senses - still they aren't enough for standing up to the whole mess. If a good cop wants to serve as long as he could, he should be able to enjoy their battle, their long war. The thrill, excitement, stimulation, they are the fellows and weapons of a good cop. Enjoy, if you can't avoid it, golden words of wisdom.
Ray Carling was feeling it now - the brothership, standing shoulder to shoulder, fighting together against gangs, watching back each other it felt so good, so right. It wasn’t the first time he felt it even with Tyler, several times. At those times, he could think of Tyler as his brother cop and surely Tyler felt the same, like now.
Why not? Ray thought in the middle of their battle. Why couldn’t he and Tyler be friends?
Even Chris got along with him, no way Tyler doesn't want to be his friend! If only he dropped his old and unfair hostility toward the other man.
Yeah, it would be good, a reconciliation of old enemies. Their friendship, it would ease the tension in CID brought on by their fighting. Everything would be easier, including dealing with his sexual frustration in regards to Tyler.
If you can't defeat him, make friends with him, another bit of golden advice. Besides Ray isn't a man who shags his friends - even in army he'd never done it with his friends. He's got his rules.
Hearing the blessed siren, Ray smiled to Tyler. He was rewarded with that brilliant smile again.
That night, they celebrated their victory in Railway Arms. They all got drunk except Ray. He watched the two of them stealthily, Tyler and Hunt.
Hunt's arm was around Tyler's shoulders. It seemed that he couldn't keep his hands off Tyler. From the start he continued to invade Tyler's personal space - naturally as if he has the right - mocking and teasing him. Ray had to laugh at the old jokes, like when he didn't know anything; like that night had never happened.
Tyler looked petulant and sullen as the Guv whispered in his ears, calling him Gladys, but he also blushed like a shy virgin. It made the Guv's eyes gleam, and it made Ray's burn. As the blush deepen, Tyler shook off the drunken big man, went to the bar, and ordered another whiskey. Ray approached to him.
"You want some too?" Tyler asked innocently, and turned to Nelson, ordered and paid for his too.
"You’re buying me a drink, huh?" Ray drawled. He knew birds liked this tone.
"Yeah, for your damn poor shooting." Tyler said, raising his left eyebrow. Ray hit his arm lightly, so easily, so naturally.
"What? You don't want it? Piss off, then."
"Nothing stops me from free drink." Ray reached for his drink and tossed it. Tyler did too and smirked to see Ray gulping his drink down.
"Now you admit your shooting isn’t worth a damn."
"Oh, you little prick!"
Ray pushed him lightly. Tyler let him do it, just laughing. So Ray laughed too. They kept at it for a while, oblivious of Hunt's staring eyes. Then Ray grasped Tyler's waist with his right hand, still laughing.
The slender waist fit so well in his grip. Hard and slick, the tactile feeling was just good; it felt right to touch it, Tyler's flesh in his hand.
Too late he recognized that he couldn't regard Tyler as just his friend. Not since he started wanking while thinking of him. Already it's late, too late.
Yeah, I want it too. Ray thought desperately. Not just friendship.
He raised his eyes, met with Tyler’s startled ones, and watched dreadfully. The shock changed to recognition, astonishment, and finally clear rejection.
He was holding tightly onto Tyler’s waist using all of his strength. Unconsciously, instinctively, because he didn't know what else to do and he was too desperate to give it up.
The fucking lucid eyes stared hard to him, judged his passion, and rejected him. Tyler's hand took off his hand from Tyler’s waist. And he turned his back on him, went away, just like that. Back to Hunt like he was supposed to do.
Ray stood here, frozen into core. Felt nothing. Not even hurt.
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