TS Fic: Burning Up
Author: Ice Bear
Format: Short Story
Pairing: J/S
Warning: m/m
Summary: Simon and Jim go undercover to find whoever is killing gay couples in Cascade.
Note: This story is a sequel to You Give Me Fever
Disclaimer: All things related to The Sentinel belong to others. I borrow Jim, Blair, Simon and the rest of the Major Crimes gang solely for my own entertainment.
Simon Banks released an aggravated sigh before bellowing “Come in” and returned his attention to the mound of paperwork on his desk. He looked up as the door opened to find the newest member of his bullpen on the threshold.
“Do you have a minute, Captain?”
“Not now, Ellison,” he growled and returned his eyes to the open file in front of him.
“It’s important, sir.”
Looking up again he caught a hint of worry - or was it concern - in the blue eyes; eyes that normally hid everything from the world. “What is it, Ellison?”
“Rumor has it you’ve agreed to go undercover with Vice to catch the perps targeting gay couples.”
“And?”
“And that you’re going to be partnered with Wilkes.”
“Since the grapevine is clearly working overtime, would you mind getting to the point?”
Ellison broke from his military stance and leaned over the desk. “You can’t.”
“Excuse me,” Banks’ growl filled the room as he rose, taking advantage of his height to look down at his detective.
“I’ll explain, sir…just not here. My place tonight - around 7? I’ll make dinner.” And he exited, leaving Banks confused and intrigued.
Detective James Ellison remained a mystery to him. While things had gotten better since the Vice transfer had nursed him through a nasty bout of the flu, there was still very little the man chose to share. Oh, he was a good cop, a very good cop, but he held himself in such strict control at all times that it was hard to see the man behind the gold shield. But if Ellison was worried enough to invite him to his home; a place no one on the squad had been, then he’d go.
The loft was open, spacious, immaculate, and devoid of anything that might provide a clue to the personality of its occupant. “Okay, Jim, out with it. What is it you couldn’t tell me in my office?” He asked after accepting a beer.
The detective moved to the windows that stretched to the floor and stared out into the darkness. “Wilkes…he…just…promise me, Simon, you won’t go under with him.”
“Damn it, Jim, I don’t have the luxury of picking and choosing who to work with while some nut job is killing people in my city.” He took a deep breath and joined his detective. “I need you to explain it to me.”
“Wilkes will…he’ll get the job done, but he’ll humiliate you in the process. He’ll push the envelope as far as he can while you’re in public, making you do unnecessary things simply because that’s how he gets his kicks.”
“He do that to you?” Banks asked as his fists clenched in anger.
“My first undercover involved hanging out in B&D clubs…Wilkes made sure I was the submissive.” Small red circles stained the pale cheeks.
Banks realized the man was simply trying to protect him and that gave him a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. But that didn’t solve the problem he faced. “Alright, but if I’m going to tell the Chief I won’t partner with him, I’m going to have to give him a damn good reason.”
“I’ll be your partner.” Banks opened his mouth but no words came out. “I spent six months under taking down a gay porn ring that was using 16-17 year old boys. And I didn’t have to break my cover to do it. I know the scene and am known at several of the bars..and I fit the profile as well as you do.”
“Jim…”
“It’ll also allow them to send another team under so we’ll be able to cover more ground and hopefully catch these guys sooner.”
Blue eyes turned to face him and Banks nodded, knowing any argument he mustered would be useless. Ellison had thought through the issue and given him the ammunition he’d need to convince the Chief of the plan’s merits. “Alright, there’s a briefing tomorrow at 10 a.m. You’ll come with me. I’ll talk to Captain Wicker and the Chief beforehand.”
Wilkes spent the meeting making nasty remarks about Ellison, but the former Vice cop ignored him, and Banks gained a greater appreciation of the situation his detective had helped him avoid. “So Jimmy, why did you leave Vice if you’re so eager to go live the life?” Wilkes asked as the meeting dissolved.
“Because I asked him to,” Banks responded, turning to glare at the smaller man. “Ellison has the experience, and I trust him to watch my back.”
Jim remained silent until the elevator doors closed. “You sure about this, sir?”
“I was sure about it last night, Jim. This morning’s meeting simply proved your point.”
“We’re going to need to practice.” At the questioning gaze he continued, “Being a couple.”
“I’ve been married Ellison, I think I know how to be part of a couple.”
“Not a gay couple, sir. If we’re going to be believable you need to be able to touch me like you would your lover. If we come off as awkward or uncomfortable with each other, it won’t work.”
Banks couldn’t believe it. He was being given permission to touch, to hold, hell to kiss the amazing man beside him. He tried to hide his thoughts behind a growl, “Fine, tonight, your place. I’ll bring the beer.”
As he lay in his bed that night, Simon Banks wondered what he’d been thinking. Touching Jim was torture, or rather having to touch Jim without being able to do anything about it was. The fantasy life he’d lived since the night of his fevered dream - in which Ellison had made him come - paled in comparison to being given permission to run his hands over the muscular arms and back and to cup that perfect ass. And kissing - god help him - he’d wanted to practice that to the exclusion of all else, but had to hold back. If his detective had even an inkling of the thoughts running through his head, he was sure the man would run as far and as fast as he could.
The next night Banks picked up his ‘date’ and was afraid he’d come in his pants when Ellison appeared at the door wearing skin tight, worn black jeans and a blue oxford shirt, unbuttoned to mid-chest, that was just a shade darker than his eyes. A braided gold chain graced his neck, and he wore a matching bracelet on his right wrist. “Whoa,” Banks said to himself, or at least he thought he had until he realized Ellison was blushing.
“I can go change.”
“No…NO! I’m just wondering how I’m going to keep you to myself tonight.” That earned him a crooked smile.
The two men headed out to the Den, which had been one of the first clubs in Cascade to openly cater to the gay community. Jim had spent a lot of time there when he’d worked undercover, but Simon was still surprised when both men at the front desk stepped around it to hug his “date”. “Billy, Vic, it’s good to see you.”
“James, where have you been hiding yourself?” The bald headed man Simon thought was Vic, asked. “Or maybe I should ask who’ve you been hiding?”
“Vic, Billy, this is Simon. Simon, Billy and Vic.”
“He looks like a keeper, James.” Billy said with a nudge to his ribs.
“He is, Billy, believe me he is,” Jim said turning such a warm smile his way that Simon felt it down to his toes.
They ate and drank and cuddled in a booth for an hour, before Jim convinced him they needed to get out on the dance floor where they would be noticed. Once they hit the floor, the music changed to a slow dance, and Banks thought he’d gone to heaven when he wrapped his arms around his date and held him close, one hand resting proprietarily on the muscular ass. Jim rested his chin on the bigger man’s shoulder and surveyed the club.
Over the course of the next six days, they noticed several potential suspects. The issue was how to get them to make a move. Wilkes suggested the undercover couples become more amorous in public, smirking at Ellison as he said it, claiming it would push the perp into taking action.
That night as they entered the Den, Jim turned and captured Simon in a heat raising kiss. Several low whistles told Jim he’d successfully made them the couple to watch for the night. He tucked himself into Banks’ side as they walked to a booth in the back.
Once their drink order had been taken, Simon turned to his ‘date’, using a hand to raise the strong chin. “What the hell was that all about?”
“Sorry, sir,” Jim responded softly. “I hate to admit it but I think Wilkes is right about upping the ante by increasing our visibility.” Simon leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the soft lips.
“A little warning next time would be appreciated,” he responded with a smile.
They danced for over an hour, hips thrusting together to the beat on fast songs and tightly entwined during the slow numbers. Four different men tried to cut in, and Simon made it quite clear that he had no intention of sharing. When they finally made it back to their booth both men were sweating. “I’ll go get us a drink,” Jim offered and headed for the bar.
Simon’s effort to admire the view of the fine ass showcased in the tight jeans was blocked by a large man dressed in biker leathers. “Something I can do for you, friend?” Simon asked sarcastically.
“Your boy.”
“What about him?” He rose to his feet and glared down at the intruder.
“How much?”
“Excuse me?”
“How much for the toy?”
“My partner is not for sale.”
“Is there a problem, Simon,” Jim asked slipping into the booth and putting their drinks down.
“This gentleman is interested, apparently, in purchasing you.” Brown eyes burned into blue as a large possessive hand snaked around the trim waist and pulled him close.
Icy blue eyes glared at the offender. “Not in your wildest dream,” Jim agreed dismissively.
They were both disappointed when they left the club without a problem. The next night they were dancing, when a hand tapped Banks’ shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?” It was Wilkes. Simon felt his Jim tense. “We need to stir things up a bit, Banks. Daniels is at your table.” Wilkes grabbed Ellison’s muscular ass and pushed his groin aggressively against it. Banks stood hands fisted for a long moment. “It’s alright, Simon,” Jim assured him.
Wilkes spent over an hour manhandling - that’s the most polite word Simon could muster - his partner. He had to work hard to keep from dropping the man when he finally escorted Jim back to their booth, and he really, really wanted to break the hand that remained attached to Ellison’s ass. “Hopefully this will ensure some action,” Wilkes said before grabbing Jim and forcing him down for a kiss. Simon bellowed as he pushed the Vice cop away, bringing every eye in the place to bear on them.
“Touch him again, and I’ll kill you,” Simon growled as a proprietary arm went around Jim.
“My, my Captain,” Wilkes whispered between gasps for breath, “who knew you’d be so convincing undercover.” Daniels helped his partner up and dragged him out.
Simon turned to Jim and ran his hands gently down the tense arms and clasped the clenched fists. “You alright, Jim?” He received a brief nod. “What do you say we call it a night?” Another nod.
They were almost to the car when Jim stiffened. “Someone’s waiting behind the car,” he whispered as he leaned heavily against his boss. “Need to be careful,” he finished. Simon squeezed him briefly in response. Reaching up to adjust the collar on his coat he keyed the small mike, “Victor 6 we have a possible,” he said, head down.
As soon as they separated at the car, two armed men appeared. One pushing a revolver deep into Jim’s spine, the other simply smiling as Simon tensed. “Not a sound or the boy toy will never play again. The blue van two over, now. And nothing funny.”
As Simon ducked into the van he felt a needle strike his thigh. Next thing he remembered was a hazy view of a dark room which smelled of mildew. “Simon, you with me?” Brown eyes opened wider and he gasped as he took in the sight before him: Jim Ellison hanging by his arms in the middle of the room, naked, bruises beginning to color the muscular torso.
“Jim!” He clumsily found his way to his feet. Swaying slightly, it took him a moment to get to his partner’s side. “Jim,” he whispered again as a hand involuntarily reached out and rubbed the bare chest. “What’s the hell happened?”
“Been here a couple of hours or so is my guess. Apparently our backup either didn’t show or they’re outside waiting to see what happens…are you alright?”
“Yeah, just a little woozy. They hurt you?”
“I'm fine, just a little cold,” he responded as he pushed into the heat the hands offered as they continued to caress the smooth skin. “This seem different to you, sir, then the other cases?” He asked a few minutes later, causing Simon to jerk to attention.
“Not sure, Jim. We haven’t been able to piece together everything that happened between when they were abducted and when they were killed.”
“Someone’s coming…two, no three,” Jim said suddenly tensing, his head cocked slightly in a manner Simon suddenly realized was quite familiar. He ran a gentle hand over a cheek before turning toward the door, as though he could shield Jim with his body.
Three men entered all wearing ski masks. “Here’s what’s going to happen, you,” the smallest of the three said, gesturing at Simon, “are going to fuck your boy toy here one last time. Consider it our ‘going away present’.”
“No,” Banks growled, hands clenched at his side.
“Fine, if you don’t want to then we’ll find something that will.” The leader gestured to one of his men, who cackled as he held up a heavy duty flashlight.
“Simon,” Jim whispered, “just do it.”
“No way, Jim, I…”
“You won’t hurt me, but they will,” the detective responded softly.
“Alright,” Simon said loudly turning to face the three men. “I’ll do it.”
“Too bad, I was looking forward to hearing him scream…though by the looks of you he should scream anyway.” Simon’s demand for lube was laughed at and the thrust of Jim’s groin against his ass stopped him before he could continue the argument.
Running his hands gently down the other man’s chest, Simon leaned in and placed a kiss at the base of the neck. “Jim, I don’t know how to do this without hurting you.” And given the many fantasies he’d had of this moment he wasn’t sure he could hold back once he started. Disgusted with himself he left another kiss there before moving behind his partner.
He used his hands to trace the broad shoulders before allowing them to follow the spine down until they rested on the muscular ass. Reaching a hand around he gently grasped the soft cock and tested its weight before beginning to stroke it. His other hand found a nipple and rubbed it lightly before pinching it. Jim jerked his hips back against Simon’s groin, eliciting a soft moan from the man.
Simon moved his hand from the nipple up to the soft lips and two fingers traced them before slipping into the moist darkness. Understanding the request, Jim sucked on them, getting them as wet as he could. After placing a hesitant kiss on the top of the spine, Simon reluctantly removed his hand and brought the wet fingers down to the small pucker and pushed in first one then the other. He felt the strong body tense and leaned forward and grabbed an ear lobe with his teeth. “Easy Jim, just relax. I’ll do my best not to hurt you.”
“We don’t have all day,” a sharp voice reminded him of where they were. And he pulled back, rubbing a hand over his own, very interested cock, shocked that there was precum. He used it to coat himself before placing one hand on a hip bone.
“Remember Jim, just relax,” he whispered as he guided his cock into the hole.
“Simon? Simon? You with me? Simon?”
“Huh, What…what, Jim! Where…”
“Easy sir, your fever - you were a lot sicker than we thought. You’re in the hospital.”
“What? How long?” Brown eyes blinked owlishly as they slowly focused on their surroundings.
“Four days. I dropped your car off Saturday afternoon, and went in to see how you were doing. You were burning up, and I couldn’t rouse you. Had to call 911. Doctor says you got a really bad strain of the flu.”
“Damn…”
“Sir, are you alright?” Blue eyes looked down at him, the worry in them clear.
“No…yes, I was, I was dreaming…”
“Fever dreams, sir. That's normal. Though in my experience they tend to be a little too realistic."
Format: Short Story
Pairing: J/S
Warning: m/m
Summary: Simon and Jim go undercover to find whoever is killing gay couples in Cascade.
Note: This story is a sequel to You Give Me Fever
Disclaimer: All things related to The Sentinel belong to others. I borrow Jim, Blair, Simon and the rest of the Major Crimes gang solely for my own entertainment.
Simon Banks released an aggravated sigh before bellowing “Come in” and returned his attention to the mound of paperwork on his desk. He looked up as the door opened to find the newest member of his bullpen on the threshold.
“Do you have a minute, Captain?”
“Not now, Ellison,” he growled and returned his eyes to the open file in front of him.
“It’s important, sir.”
Looking up again he caught a hint of worry - or was it concern - in the blue eyes; eyes that normally hid everything from the world. “What is it, Ellison?”
“Rumor has it you’ve agreed to go undercover with Vice to catch the perps targeting gay couples.”
“And?”
“And that you’re going to be partnered with Wilkes.”
“Since the grapevine is clearly working overtime, would you mind getting to the point?”
Ellison broke from his military stance and leaned over the desk. “You can’t.”
“Excuse me,” Banks’ growl filled the room as he rose, taking advantage of his height to look down at his detective.
“I’ll explain, sir…just not here. My place tonight - around 7? I’ll make dinner.” And he exited, leaving Banks confused and intrigued.
Detective James Ellison remained a mystery to him. While things had gotten better since the Vice transfer had nursed him through a nasty bout of the flu, there was still very little the man chose to share. Oh, he was a good cop, a very good cop, but he held himself in such strict control at all times that it was hard to see the man behind the gold shield. But if Ellison was worried enough to invite him to his home; a place no one on the squad had been, then he’d go.
The loft was open, spacious, immaculate, and devoid of anything that might provide a clue to the personality of its occupant. “Okay, Jim, out with it. What is it you couldn’t tell me in my office?” He asked after accepting a beer.
The detective moved to the windows that stretched to the floor and stared out into the darkness. “Wilkes…he…just…promise me, Simon, you won’t go under with him.”
“Damn it, Jim, I don’t have the luxury of picking and choosing who to work with while some nut job is killing people in my city.” He took a deep breath and joined his detective. “I need you to explain it to me.”
“Wilkes will…he’ll get the job done, but he’ll humiliate you in the process. He’ll push the envelope as far as he can while you’re in public, making you do unnecessary things simply because that’s how he gets his kicks.”
“He do that to you?” Banks asked as his fists clenched in anger.
“My first undercover involved hanging out in B&D clubs…Wilkes made sure I was the submissive.” Small red circles stained the pale cheeks.
Banks realized the man was simply trying to protect him and that gave him a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. But that didn’t solve the problem he faced. “Alright, but if I’m going to tell the Chief I won’t partner with him, I’m going to have to give him a damn good reason.”
“I’ll be your partner.” Banks opened his mouth but no words came out. “I spent six months under taking down a gay porn ring that was using 16-17 year old boys. And I didn’t have to break my cover to do it. I know the scene and am known at several of the bars..and I fit the profile as well as you do.”
“Jim…”
“It’ll also allow them to send another team under so we’ll be able to cover more ground and hopefully catch these guys sooner.”
Blue eyes turned to face him and Banks nodded, knowing any argument he mustered would be useless. Ellison had thought through the issue and given him the ammunition he’d need to convince the Chief of the plan’s merits. “Alright, there’s a briefing tomorrow at 10 a.m. You’ll come with me. I’ll talk to Captain Wicker and the Chief beforehand.”
Wilkes spent the meeting making nasty remarks about Ellison, but the former Vice cop ignored him, and Banks gained a greater appreciation of the situation his detective had helped him avoid. “So Jimmy, why did you leave Vice if you’re so eager to go live the life?” Wilkes asked as the meeting dissolved.
“Because I asked him to,” Banks responded, turning to glare at the smaller man. “Ellison has the experience, and I trust him to watch my back.”
Jim remained silent until the elevator doors closed. “You sure about this, sir?”
“I was sure about it last night, Jim. This morning’s meeting simply proved your point.”
“We’re going to need to practice.” At the questioning gaze he continued, “Being a couple.”
“I’ve been married Ellison, I think I know how to be part of a couple.”
“Not a gay couple, sir. If we’re going to be believable you need to be able to touch me like you would your lover. If we come off as awkward or uncomfortable with each other, it won’t work.”
Banks couldn’t believe it. He was being given permission to touch, to hold, hell to kiss the amazing man beside him. He tried to hide his thoughts behind a growl, “Fine, tonight, your place. I’ll bring the beer.”
As he lay in his bed that night, Simon Banks wondered what he’d been thinking. Touching Jim was torture, or rather having to touch Jim without being able to do anything about it was. The fantasy life he’d lived since the night of his fevered dream - in which Ellison had made him come - paled in comparison to being given permission to run his hands over the muscular arms and back and to cup that perfect ass. And kissing - god help him - he’d wanted to practice that to the exclusion of all else, but had to hold back. If his detective had even an inkling of the thoughts running through his head, he was sure the man would run as far and as fast as he could.
The next night Banks picked up his ‘date’ and was afraid he’d come in his pants when Ellison appeared at the door wearing skin tight, worn black jeans and a blue oxford shirt, unbuttoned to mid-chest, that was just a shade darker than his eyes. A braided gold chain graced his neck, and he wore a matching bracelet on his right wrist. “Whoa,” Banks said to himself, or at least he thought he had until he realized Ellison was blushing.
“I can go change.”
“No…NO! I’m just wondering how I’m going to keep you to myself tonight.” That earned him a crooked smile.
The two men headed out to the Den, which had been one of the first clubs in Cascade to openly cater to the gay community. Jim had spent a lot of time there when he’d worked undercover, but Simon was still surprised when both men at the front desk stepped around it to hug his “date”. “Billy, Vic, it’s good to see you.”
“James, where have you been hiding yourself?” The bald headed man Simon thought was Vic, asked. “Or maybe I should ask who’ve you been hiding?”
“Vic, Billy, this is Simon. Simon, Billy and Vic.”
“He looks like a keeper, James.” Billy said with a nudge to his ribs.
“He is, Billy, believe me he is,” Jim said turning such a warm smile his way that Simon felt it down to his toes.
They ate and drank and cuddled in a booth for an hour, before Jim convinced him they needed to get out on the dance floor where they would be noticed. Once they hit the floor, the music changed to a slow dance, and Banks thought he’d gone to heaven when he wrapped his arms around his date and held him close, one hand resting proprietarily on the muscular ass. Jim rested his chin on the bigger man’s shoulder and surveyed the club.
Over the course of the next six days, they noticed several potential suspects. The issue was how to get them to make a move. Wilkes suggested the undercover couples become more amorous in public, smirking at Ellison as he said it, claiming it would push the perp into taking action.
That night as they entered the Den, Jim turned and captured Simon in a heat raising kiss. Several low whistles told Jim he’d successfully made them the couple to watch for the night. He tucked himself into Banks’ side as they walked to a booth in the back.
Once their drink order had been taken, Simon turned to his ‘date’, using a hand to raise the strong chin. “What the hell was that all about?”
“Sorry, sir,” Jim responded softly. “I hate to admit it but I think Wilkes is right about upping the ante by increasing our visibility.” Simon leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the soft lips.
“A little warning next time would be appreciated,” he responded with a smile.
They danced for over an hour, hips thrusting together to the beat on fast songs and tightly entwined during the slow numbers. Four different men tried to cut in, and Simon made it quite clear that he had no intention of sharing. When they finally made it back to their booth both men were sweating. “I’ll go get us a drink,” Jim offered and headed for the bar.
Simon’s effort to admire the view of the fine ass showcased in the tight jeans was blocked by a large man dressed in biker leathers. “Something I can do for you, friend?” Simon asked sarcastically.
“Your boy.”
“What about him?” He rose to his feet and glared down at the intruder.
“How much?”
“Excuse me?”
“How much for the toy?”
“My partner is not for sale.”
“Is there a problem, Simon,” Jim asked slipping into the booth and putting their drinks down.
“This gentleman is interested, apparently, in purchasing you.” Brown eyes burned into blue as a large possessive hand snaked around the trim waist and pulled him close.
Icy blue eyes glared at the offender. “Not in your wildest dream,” Jim agreed dismissively.
They were both disappointed when they left the club without a problem. The next night they were dancing, when a hand tapped Banks’ shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?” It was Wilkes. Simon felt his Jim tense. “We need to stir things up a bit, Banks. Daniels is at your table.” Wilkes grabbed Ellison’s muscular ass and pushed his groin aggressively against it. Banks stood hands fisted for a long moment. “It’s alright, Simon,” Jim assured him.
Wilkes spent over an hour manhandling - that’s the most polite word Simon could muster - his partner. He had to work hard to keep from dropping the man when he finally escorted Jim back to their booth, and he really, really wanted to break the hand that remained attached to Ellison’s ass. “Hopefully this will ensure some action,” Wilkes said before grabbing Jim and forcing him down for a kiss. Simon bellowed as he pushed the Vice cop away, bringing every eye in the place to bear on them.
“Touch him again, and I’ll kill you,” Simon growled as a proprietary arm went around Jim.
“My, my Captain,” Wilkes whispered between gasps for breath, “who knew you’d be so convincing undercover.” Daniels helped his partner up and dragged him out.
Simon turned to Jim and ran his hands gently down the tense arms and clasped the clenched fists. “You alright, Jim?” He received a brief nod. “What do you say we call it a night?” Another nod.
They were almost to the car when Jim stiffened. “Someone’s waiting behind the car,” he whispered as he leaned heavily against his boss. “Need to be careful,” he finished. Simon squeezed him briefly in response. Reaching up to adjust the collar on his coat he keyed the small mike, “Victor 6 we have a possible,” he said, head down.
As soon as they separated at the car, two armed men appeared. One pushing a revolver deep into Jim’s spine, the other simply smiling as Simon tensed. “Not a sound or the boy toy will never play again. The blue van two over, now. And nothing funny.”
As Simon ducked into the van he felt a needle strike his thigh. Next thing he remembered was a hazy view of a dark room which smelled of mildew. “Simon, you with me?” Brown eyes opened wider and he gasped as he took in the sight before him: Jim Ellison hanging by his arms in the middle of the room, naked, bruises beginning to color the muscular torso.
“Jim!” He clumsily found his way to his feet. Swaying slightly, it took him a moment to get to his partner’s side. “Jim,” he whispered again as a hand involuntarily reached out and rubbed the bare chest. “What’s the hell happened?”
“Been here a couple of hours or so is my guess. Apparently our backup either didn’t show or they’re outside waiting to see what happens…are you alright?”
“Yeah, just a little woozy. They hurt you?”
“I'm fine, just a little cold,” he responded as he pushed into the heat the hands offered as they continued to caress the smooth skin. “This seem different to you, sir, then the other cases?” He asked a few minutes later, causing Simon to jerk to attention.
“Not sure, Jim. We haven’t been able to piece together everything that happened between when they were abducted and when they were killed.”
“Someone’s coming…two, no three,” Jim said suddenly tensing, his head cocked slightly in a manner Simon suddenly realized was quite familiar. He ran a gentle hand over a cheek before turning toward the door, as though he could shield Jim with his body.
Three men entered all wearing ski masks. “Here’s what’s going to happen, you,” the smallest of the three said, gesturing at Simon, “are going to fuck your boy toy here one last time. Consider it our ‘going away present’.”
“No,” Banks growled, hands clenched at his side.
“Fine, if you don’t want to then we’ll find something that will.” The leader gestured to one of his men, who cackled as he held up a heavy duty flashlight.
“Simon,” Jim whispered, “just do it.”
“No way, Jim, I…”
“You won’t hurt me, but they will,” the detective responded softly.
“Alright,” Simon said loudly turning to face the three men. “I’ll do it.”
“Too bad, I was looking forward to hearing him scream…though by the looks of you he should scream anyway.” Simon’s demand for lube was laughed at and the thrust of Jim’s groin against his ass stopped him before he could continue the argument.
Running his hands gently down the other man’s chest, Simon leaned in and placed a kiss at the base of the neck. “Jim, I don’t know how to do this without hurting you.” And given the many fantasies he’d had of this moment he wasn’t sure he could hold back once he started. Disgusted with himself he left another kiss there before moving behind his partner.
He used his hands to trace the broad shoulders before allowing them to follow the spine down until they rested on the muscular ass. Reaching a hand around he gently grasped the soft cock and tested its weight before beginning to stroke it. His other hand found a nipple and rubbed it lightly before pinching it. Jim jerked his hips back against Simon’s groin, eliciting a soft moan from the man.
Simon moved his hand from the nipple up to the soft lips and two fingers traced them before slipping into the moist darkness. Understanding the request, Jim sucked on them, getting them as wet as he could. After placing a hesitant kiss on the top of the spine, Simon reluctantly removed his hand and brought the wet fingers down to the small pucker and pushed in first one then the other. He felt the strong body tense and leaned forward and grabbed an ear lobe with his teeth. “Easy Jim, just relax. I’ll do my best not to hurt you.”
“We don’t have all day,” a sharp voice reminded him of where they were. And he pulled back, rubbing a hand over his own, very interested cock, shocked that there was precum. He used it to coat himself before placing one hand on a hip bone.
“Remember Jim, just relax,” he whispered as he guided his cock into the hole.
“Simon? Simon? You with me? Simon?”
“Huh, What…what, Jim! Where…”
“Easy sir, your fever - you were a lot sicker than we thought. You’re in the hospital.”
“What? How long?” Brown eyes blinked owlishly as they slowly focused on their surroundings.
“Four days. I dropped your car off Saturday afternoon, and went in to see how you were doing. You were burning up, and I couldn’t rouse you. Had to call 911. Doctor says you got a really bad strain of the flu.”
“Damn…”
“Sir, are you alright?” Blue eyes looked down at him, the worry in them clear.
“No…yes, I was, I was dreaming…”
“Fever dreams, sir. That's normal. Though in my experience they tend to be a little too realistic."