Chapter 12
Title: Special Victims Unit (Chapter 12: Sleeping with the Enemy)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Not sure yet…definitely Billy/Daniel…probably more…dunno yet…it’s a mystery!
Summary: Billy Martin and partner Daniel Johns have a new case on their hands. It seems like a no-brainer, but then things get a little strange. Suspects end up dead or missing, evidence doesn’t fit, and a partnership is questioned…(bare with me, people…ages just don’t matter in this one…also these will be very short chapters. Don’t say I didn’t warn you)
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, never happened.
I leaned over him, kissing his shoulders and caressing his back and sides. He moaned and rubbed his back against my chest, our slick sweat easing the action a bit. I was so hot and so turned on that my mind whirled and I couldn’t think straight. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, only that instinct was sure to kick in when needed.
“I’m not usually a bottom,” he rasped, leaning his neck so I could kiss him close to his Adam’s apple.
“Well you are today,” I mumbled, sliding my tongue over his sweet, tangy skin. He trembled under me and reached out for something on the nightstand.
When he put down whatever it was he had, I took in a sharp breath of realization. I shouldn’t be doing this with Tony for so many reasons. First and foremost because of Danny. He was the one I wanted. No, scratched that. He was the one I needed and should be doing this with. But, I told myself, I don’t wanna fuck him without a little practice first…just so I know what I’m doing when the time comes. Good, Billy, just keep justifying it.
Second, my job. He was my job. He was also a suspect in a murder. Jesus. I could get fired for this…not to mention if he was the killer, I’d have it on record that the first guy I fucked killed someone. Wonderful. But I really didn’t care that much about the job. Most of the guilt came from the fact I kept seeing that gorgeous smile and that long, sandy blond hair whenever I closed my eyes. Was I, dare I say it, in love?
Screw that. For the moment, I was in lust and I wasn’t thinking straight. With a gentle nudge, I rolled him over on his back and looked down at him. He was even more beautiful naked. I found myself wanting to trace his collar bones with my tongue, tease his pert little nipples, kiss every inch of his satiny flesh…just so many things I’d like to do to the spectacle in front of me. I grabbed blindly at the bottle of KY that he’d placed next to us, eyes still focused on his body, on the way his chest rose and fell with his quiet breathing. “Wait,” he said, his breathing picking up a little.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”
He reached behind him, under his pillow, and pulled out a condom. “I don’t fuck without one.” He sounded a bit like a commercial actor. The kind that was just way too excited about the product they were selling and smiled far too wide for the smile to be genuine. I had to chuckle. He grinned back at me and tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, offering me the small, round piece of rubber once he’d removed it.
I moved his arm away from him and leaned down, our face then just inches apart. “Put it on me,” I whispered, my mouth pressed against his cheek. “Slip it on my dick.”
He breathed deeply, his hand going between us and sliding the condom over my erection. I dipped my tongue between his slightly parted lips and he sucked on it fervently. He tasted nice, but I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t coffee and spearmint. Snap out of it.
After a few more moments of time-zapping making out, I kissed his neck, then his clavicle, then slowly I made my way down to his stomach until I couldn’t bend in half any further, and sat up. “You…want me to put my legs up or something?”
I shrugged. “Whatever’ll be more comfortable for you.” Way to be polite, dude.
He lifted his legs a bit, and I helped him get them over my shoulders. I reached down and guided my cock to his tight opening, then finding myself hesitating. I didn’t know what I was doing…I was gonna hurt him, I just knew it.
I tried to be as gentle as possible when I pushed forward, not even getting inside of him until my third try. He was just that tight. “Jesus,” I hissed, squeezing my eyes shut. I couldn’t decide if it hurt or felt amazingly good, or if it was even a combination of both.
He was grabbing at the sheets like his life depended on it, biting his lip to try and create a new pain to block out the other. “Easy,” he said. “Just go easy.”
“Shit, you feel like a virgin,” I said. I realized how vulgar and demeaning that sounded, but I couldn’t take it back then, so I just didn’t worry about it. I began to rock back and forth, not even trying to push in or pull out just yet. I wanted to give him time to get used to having a dick up his ass again, and I was praying I was doing this right.
Finally, he relaxed and began to breath a little easier, signaling to me that he was ready. I pulled out a bit, then pushed back in, feeling his tight warmth around me and then his fingernails digging into my shoulder.
Grunting and moaning, we picked up a rhythm. I went in deep a few times, hitting something that made him scream my name and grab my shoulders so hard I could almost feel the bruises forming. The sounds he was making were amazing to me. Never in my life had I ever heard a low, raspy gurgling moan, nor could I even imagine how hot it was. Shit, everything about this was hot!
After a few more lunges of my cock into his searing ass and I couldn’t hold it back much longer. I took a firm hold of his cock, that until then had been freely bobbing between the two of us, and stroked him until he came in two thick gushes.
When I saw his hot, sticky cum shoot all over his chest, I lost it and came long and hard, screaming something that sounded amazingly like “Da-Tony!” Hope he didn’t notice…
I slumped forward, totally spent, and shuddered with the after effects of my orgasm. Slowly, he lowered his legs and just laid there looking tired and blissful. “Fuck,” he panted. “That was fucking amazing.”
“I have to go,” I announced, looking over at the alarm clock and seeing I’d been there nearly two hours.
He nodded, still looking dazed, and tried to sit up. He gave up soon after and just fell back on the bed. “Let yourself out…I’ll lock it as soon as I can get up.”
I was hoping that meant I was okay in bed… “Yeah, alright.” I got up and pulled my pants on, wondering how I was standing. It honestly wasn’t the easiest thing to do at the moment, and I kept having to grab on to the nightstand while I was slipping my shirt and tie on. My eyes wondered back to the bed, and I saw him looking at me with a lazy grin. “What?”
“Nothin,” he said. “I’ve just never fucked a cop before.”
And? “Well, I’m sure it’s nice to have that to add to your accomplishments. See you later. Oh, and Tony,” I said, my back to him, “if you think of anything else, make sure you call.”
And as I stepped out of his room and into the living room, noting how the sunlight that spilled into the room was now positioned differently than it was when I’d first stepped foot inside, I could’ve sworn I heard him say “Yes Sir.”