Deviant Aunt requested this fic for her birthday - 17+
Fandom: Drawn Together by Z.A. Maxfield (is a book, not that grubby cartoon)
Pairing: Ethan Calderon/Rene Chanfreau
Prompt: first time between the cheeky assassin and his favourite navy SEAL turned local sherriff
Hot Pursuit
Sherriff Rene Chanfreau eventually became surprised when he didn’t find the mercenary Ethan Calderon in his county issue squad car, feeding the jukebox at the local bar, scoffing ribs at Skeeter’s barbecue joint in Shreveport, reading a newspaper in Rene’s worn and torn armchair, up a tree outside the post office, planting medicinal weeds for Miss Euphonia, or fishing in the middle of the river. Coming home to find Ethan sipping coffee in the kitchen wearing a sherbet yellow pinny apron and nothing else was completely unexpected. As were the matching abstract shoulder tattoos-sexy.
“You need to find a regular job if you’re this bored,” Rene said drily as he pulled a beer from the fridge. He tried not to wonder what the torso, thighs and everything in between looked like beneath that apron. Ethan’s exposed arms and shoulders were less lanky and more muscular than Rene had predicted. Not that he’d ever imagined the ultimate smartarse naked. Liar!
“You and I need to discuss what’s going on between us. Or rather what isn’t going on but should be. Because I don’t keep coming back to this backwater bayou for the catfish,” Ethan said and flicked a teaspoon of sugar down the back of Rene’s collar. His assassin’s skills probably extended to the bedroom which was why Rene kept a tight lid on all erotic dreams featuring the dark-haired hit-man.
Rene turned around and pointed at Ethan with his beer but immediately forgot what to say. Ethan’s chair balanced on the back legs and he had one of his own up on the table. That was one elegant set of balls at the base of that growing cock. Years as a navy SEAL didn’t prepare Rene for a sight like that…or the way Ethan handled himself under Rene’s captivated stare.
“I only bottom during sex,” Rene said instead of what he’d meant to say.
“Fine by me, since I strictly top,” Ethan said while casually lowering his leg, folding the apron behind his healthy erection and patting his lap.
God yeah, those meaty thighs would pump that cock deep into Rene’s arse. He wanted to take a bite-of everything Ethan. Ooh the man was dangerous. But so was Rene. He’d felt the electricity sizzle between them the first time they met and every time since. Heck, they were both adults; hard, heavy, horny adults. Why had they spent the past few months dancing around each other like frigid teenagers?
Rene unfastened one button on his shirt with every step he took toward Ethan. Ethan’s smile grew at the same rate as his cock. Circumcised, Rene realised as he drew close enough to notice structural details like that. Oh shit, and pierced. Rene had seen kinky shit but a slender ring between balls and anus was new. He dropped to his knees between Ethan’s parted thighs. Ethan slid Rene’s shirt off both shoulders at once and complimented the complicated tattoos on Rene’s right shoulder and upper arm as Rene touched the unusual piercing with his tongue.
“Surprisingly delicate and classy,” Ethan said while touching the fine lines etched into Rene’s skin.
Rene was just thinking the same thing about Ethan. He kissed around the piercing with an open mouth and Ethan sighed. Something nicely warm, musky, damp and slightly minty was being applied across Rene’s shoulders and up his neck. Mm that felt nice and relaxing on tired muscles with just enough zing to aid circulation. Rene flicked at the anal ring with the tip of his tongue before asking Ethan if that massage oil was arsehole friendly.
“Also condom, scrotum and bare cock friendly,” Ethan replied with a bold smile. He unknotted Rene’s tension with expert fingers.
Rene’s light brown eyes rolled back as those skills were applied to his scalp. He wished his brown hair hadn’t been buzzed cut recently. Then Ethan’s fingers could comb and tangle through lazy curls instead of pressing into stubble. Rene pressed one cheek to the side of Ethan’s shaft and open kissed his balls, licking around, under and between. He noticed evidence of rectal scarring, meaning Ethan hadn’t always been a top but no longer had a choice. This single observation told him everything about their relationship. Ethan had slowly been building their levels of trust. True, breaking and entering weren’t normally conducive to trust but this was Ethan Calderon and Rene Chanfreau. They weren’t average normal kind of guys. He kept randomly dropping by because Rene couldn’t follow. He knew what Rene was about to say so Rene said it anyway.
“I love you.”
“I love you too sweet thing. Now we’ve discussed it we can fuck.” Ethan clapped his hands together once then took a wrapped condom from the apron pocket and slapped it onto the table. Rene smiled as he got to his feet and lowered his trousers. “Those Betty Boop underpants are hardly standard issue, sailor.”
“Says the man in the Betty Crocker apron,” Rene quipped. “Are you getting out of that chair?”
“Whoa no Sherriff, you’ll be riding my lap right here.” Ethan pushed the chair back so it was closer to the kitchen sink and between the drawers. “Make that here. Then you can grab the edge of the sink, curl your toes over those drawer handles, and do most of the work.”
“How’d you know I like to be in charge?” Rene asked in a hormonal rumble as he picked up the condom and sat it within reach.
“Your license plate may as well read Bossy Bottom you’re that obvious.”
Rene rubbed his hands over the curve of Ethan’s shoulders as he straddled Ethan’s lap. Their eyes met and locked as he lowered himself onto Ethan’s thighs, then closed as they kissed for the first time. Ethan rubbed some more of that heavenly scented oil into Rene’s lower back, then his arm-all the way to each fingertip-before starting on his backside. Rene slowly rocked without placing all his weight on Ethan’s thighs, bringing their chests into occasional contact while gently sliding their cocks together. Rene opened Ethan’s mouth with his tongue. Ethan’s slippery fingers imitated the action to prepare Rene’s arse. That hint of mint made everything tingle without stinging. It probably tasted delicious too. Rene tilted his hips and put more weight on the balls of his feet to make it easier. He knew when he was ready to take Ethan in properly and reached for the condom. Ethan stroked Rene’s cock as Rene dressed Ethan’s.
“You’re going to stay a while aren’t you? No potentially life threatening assignment later this evening made you choose this particular afternoon?” Rene asked.
“I’m staying as long as you want me to.”
“Hunting gators is as illegal as hunting people round these parts. You’ll be bored out of your erratically clever mind.”
“Rene: I’ll stay-as long as-you want me to. Now get your wonderful sexy arse on my cock.”
Ethan reached between them and under while Rene reached behind and they worked together to pump just the head of Ethan’s cock in and out Rene’s arse until Rene placed both hands behind Ethan’s neck and carefully sat down.
“Hot damn Ethan, I haven’t had a piece of quality meat like this inside me in years.” Rene eased up then sat again so he was full. The internal friction was perfect. “Buck up to meet me baby.” Oh yeah, Rene had been right about those thighs. “Ahh fuck.”
Ethan remained silent and stared at Rene’s face as his bare arse cheeks slapped against the chair on the way down, up against Rene’s arse, down to the chair. He fucked hard alright, jarring Rene’s teeth and lower spine with every thrust. Rene’s head lolled back because it was fucking perfect. The scents from the blended oil changed as their increasing body heat drew out the previously hidden undertones. Add to that the natural scent of masculine sex and Rene wanted to lick the air. The tip of his tongue flicked out to taste it, causing Ethan to grunt and groan as the sight of Rene’s hunger prompted him to fuck him even harder. Rene’s eyes opened wide and his head fell forward. Ethan’s eyes were a remarkable blue green, the green taking over each iris as his excitement increased. Rene relinquished the role of passenger and began to ride, using the back of the chair, kitchen sink, drawer handles and Ethan himself as leverage. Ethan’s fingers dragged down Rene’s back to spread his cheeks wide.
“Huhl-uhbl-uhblhlum,” Ethan seemed to say.
Rene had no idea what that was supposed to mean, or if it was meant to mean anything. His climax was too close to let his brain process any information beyond FUCK. “Come baby,” he mumbled through lazy lips. Only his arse muscles were working properly. Everything else was on autopilot. “Oh-come on over the edge with me baby. God please Ethan you evil fuck, come!”
Ethan bucked frantically. His fingers clawed into Rene’s hips and pulled him down at an angle that brought everything to a blinding, crying out, utterly orgasmic, teeth and arse clenching halt.
“That,” Rene gasped, swallowed, and tried again. “That really hit the spot.”
Ethan’s raspy reply was almost as breathless. “If you’re in the habit of making corny hillbilly hick jokes after sex then I’m taking you to the city rather than moving myself here.” He ran flat-palmed hands over the SEAL-honed muscles of Rene’s back and thighs. “You’re the sexiest creature alive, Chanfreau. I simply have to be where you are in order to breathe.”
They took hold of each other by the jaw and kissed until Ethan’s exhausted cock crawled out of Rene’s thoroughly satisfied arse and Rene’s right thigh began to cramp. Ethan shoved Rene off his lap without ceremony and began putting on Rene’s clothes. Rene angrily grabbed Ethan by the crook of his elbow.
“What the fuck?” Rene came close to yelling.
“Got to get my bags from the rental that I parked along the next block-unless you want me to wear that spunk coated granny apron in front of your constituents?”
Rene risked an overdose of confusion until Ethan grabbed hold of Rene’s chin between finger and thumb and kissed his lips with a smile.
“It would be a bit presumptuous to move in before you said yes, even for me. Be back in a minute.”
“Make it several-we’ll need milk.”
Ethan’s smile as he grabbed the car keys he’d hidden in the fruit bowl mirrored Rene’s euphoria. Ethan Calderon may be a devious super villain alright, but he was also a super lover to match. No wonder he and Rene were drawn together.
Pairing: Ethan Calderon/Rene Chanfreau
Prompt: first time between the cheeky assassin and his favourite navy SEAL turned local sherriff
Hot Pursuit
Sherriff Rene Chanfreau eventually became surprised when he didn’t find the mercenary Ethan Calderon in his county issue squad car, feeding the jukebox at the local bar, scoffing ribs at Skeeter’s barbecue joint in Shreveport, reading a newspaper in Rene’s worn and torn armchair, up a tree outside the post office, planting medicinal weeds for Miss Euphonia, or fishing in the middle of the river. Coming home to find Ethan sipping coffee in the kitchen wearing a sherbet yellow pinny apron and nothing else was completely unexpected. As were the matching abstract shoulder tattoos-sexy.
“You need to find a regular job if you’re this bored,” Rene said drily as he pulled a beer from the fridge. He tried not to wonder what the torso, thighs and everything in between looked like beneath that apron. Ethan’s exposed arms and shoulders were less lanky and more muscular than Rene had predicted. Not that he’d ever imagined the ultimate smartarse naked. Liar!
“You and I need to discuss what’s going on between us. Or rather what isn’t going on but should be. Because I don’t keep coming back to this backwater bayou for the catfish,” Ethan said and flicked a teaspoon of sugar down the back of Rene’s collar. His assassin’s skills probably extended to the bedroom which was why Rene kept a tight lid on all erotic dreams featuring the dark-haired hit-man.
Rene turned around and pointed at Ethan with his beer but immediately forgot what to say. Ethan’s chair balanced on the back legs and he had one of his own up on the table. That was one elegant set of balls at the base of that growing cock. Years as a navy SEAL didn’t prepare Rene for a sight like that…or the way Ethan handled himself under Rene’s captivated stare.
“I only bottom during sex,” Rene said instead of what he’d meant to say.
“Fine by me, since I strictly top,” Ethan said while casually lowering his leg, folding the apron behind his healthy erection and patting his lap.
God yeah, those meaty thighs would pump that cock deep into Rene’s arse. He wanted to take a bite-of everything Ethan. Ooh the man was dangerous. But so was Rene. He’d felt the electricity sizzle between them the first time they met and every time since. Heck, they were both adults; hard, heavy, horny adults. Why had they spent the past few months dancing around each other like frigid teenagers?
Rene unfastened one button on his shirt with every step he took toward Ethan. Ethan’s smile grew at the same rate as his cock. Circumcised, Rene realised as he drew close enough to notice structural details like that. Oh shit, and pierced. Rene had seen kinky shit but a slender ring between balls and anus was new. He dropped to his knees between Ethan’s parted thighs. Ethan slid Rene’s shirt off both shoulders at once and complimented the complicated tattoos on Rene’s right shoulder and upper arm as Rene touched the unusual piercing with his tongue.
“Surprisingly delicate and classy,” Ethan said while touching the fine lines etched into Rene’s skin.
Rene was just thinking the same thing about Ethan. He kissed around the piercing with an open mouth and Ethan sighed. Something nicely warm, musky, damp and slightly minty was being applied across Rene’s shoulders and up his neck. Mm that felt nice and relaxing on tired muscles with just enough zing to aid circulation. Rene flicked at the anal ring with the tip of his tongue before asking Ethan if that massage oil was arsehole friendly.
“Also condom, scrotum and bare cock friendly,” Ethan replied with a bold smile. He unknotted Rene’s tension with expert fingers.
Rene’s light brown eyes rolled back as those skills were applied to his scalp. He wished his brown hair hadn’t been buzzed cut recently. Then Ethan’s fingers could comb and tangle through lazy curls instead of pressing into stubble. Rene pressed one cheek to the side of Ethan’s shaft and open kissed his balls, licking around, under and between. He noticed evidence of rectal scarring, meaning Ethan hadn’t always been a top but no longer had a choice. This single observation told him everything about their relationship. Ethan had slowly been building their levels of trust. True, breaking and entering weren’t normally conducive to trust but this was Ethan Calderon and Rene Chanfreau. They weren’t average normal kind of guys. He kept randomly dropping by because Rene couldn’t follow. He knew what Rene was about to say so Rene said it anyway.
“I love you.”
“I love you too sweet thing. Now we’ve discussed it we can fuck.” Ethan clapped his hands together once then took a wrapped condom from the apron pocket and slapped it onto the table. Rene smiled as he got to his feet and lowered his trousers. “Those Betty Boop underpants are hardly standard issue, sailor.”
“Says the man in the Betty Crocker apron,” Rene quipped. “Are you getting out of that chair?”
“Whoa no Sherriff, you’ll be riding my lap right here.” Ethan pushed the chair back so it was closer to the kitchen sink and between the drawers. “Make that here. Then you can grab the edge of the sink, curl your toes over those drawer handles, and do most of the work.”
“How’d you know I like to be in charge?” Rene asked in a hormonal rumble as he picked up the condom and sat it within reach.
“Your license plate may as well read Bossy Bottom you’re that obvious.”
Rene rubbed his hands over the curve of Ethan’s shoulders as he straddled Ethan’s lap. Their eyes met and locked as he lowered himself onto Ethan’s thighs, then closed as they kissed for the first time. Ethan rubbed some more of that heavenly scented oil into Rene’s lower back, then his arm-all the way to each fingertip-before starting on his backside. Rene slowly rocked without placing all his weight on Ethan’s thighs, bringing their chests into occasional contact while gently sliding their cocks together. Rene opened Ethan’s mouth with his tongue. Ethan’s slippery fingers imitated the action to prepare Rene’s arse. That hint of mint made everything tingle without stinging. It probably tasted delicious too. Rene tilted his hips and put more weight on the balls of his feet to make it easier. He knew when he was ready to take Ethan in properly and reached for the condom. Ethan stroked Rene’s cock as Rene dressed Ethan’s.
“You’re going to stay a while aren’t you? No potentially life threatening assignment later this evening made you choose this particular afternoon?” Rene asked.
“I’m staying as long as you want me to.”
“Hunting gators is as illegal as hunting people round these parts. You’ll be bored out of your erratically clever mind.”
“Rene: I’ll stay-as long as-you want me to. Now get your wonderful sexy arse on my cock.”
Ethan reached between them and under while Rene reached behind and they worked together to pump just the head of Ethan’s cock in and out Rene’s arse until Rene placed both hands behind Ethan’s neck and carefully sat down.
“Hot damn Ethan, I haven’t had a piece of quality meat like this inside me in years.” Rene eased up then sat again so he was full. The internal friction was perfect. “Buck up to meet me baby.” Oh yeah, Rene had been right about those thighs. “Ahh fuck.”
Ethan remained silent and stared at Rene’s face as his bare arse cheeks slapped against the chair on the way down, up against Rene’s arse, down to the chair. He fucked hard alright, jarring Rene’s teeth and lower spine with every thrust. Rene’s head lolled back because it was fucking perfect. The scents from the blended oil changed as their increasing body heat drew out the previously hidden undertones. Add to that the natural scent of masculine sex and Rene wanted to lick the air. The tip of his tongue flicked out to taste it, causing Ethan to grunt and groan as the sight of Rene’s hunger prompted him to fuck him even harder. Rene’s eyes opened wide and his head fell forward. Ethan’s eyes were a remarkable blue green, the green taking over each iris as his excitement increased. Rene relinquished the role of passenger and began to ride, using the back of the chair, kitchen sink, drawer handles and Ethan himself as leverage. Ethan’s fingers dragged down Rene’s back to spread his cheeks wide.
“Huhl-uhbl-uhblhlum,” Ethan seemed to say.
Rene had no idea what that was supposed to mean, or if it was meant to mean anything. His climax was too close to let his brain process any information beyond FUCK. “Come baby,” he mumbled through lazy lips. Only his arse muscles were working properly. Everything else was on autopilot. “Oh-come on over the edge with me baby. God please Ethan you evil fuck, come!”
Ethan bucked frantically. His fingers clawed into Rene’s hips and pulled him down at an angle that brought everything to a blinding, crying out, utterly orgasmic, teeth and arse clenching halt.
“That,” Rene gasped, swallowed, and tried again. “That really hit the spot.”
Ethan’s raspy reply was almost as breathless. “If you’re in the habit of making corny hillbilly hick jokes after sex then I’m taking you to the city rather than moving myself here.” He ran flat-palmed hands over the SEAL-honed muscles of Rene’s back and thighs. “You’re the sexiest creature alive, Chanfreau. I simply have to be where you are in order to breathe.”
They took hold of each other by the jaw and kissed until Ethan’s exhausted cock crawled out of Rene’s thoroughly satisfied arse and Rene’s right thigh began to cramp. Ethan shoved Rene off his lap without ceremony and began putting on Rene’s clothes. Rene angrily grabbed Ethan by the crook of his elbow.
“What the fuck?” Rene came close to yelling.
“Got to get my bags from the rental that I parked along the next block-unless you want me to wear that spunk coated granny apron in front of your constituents?”
Rene risked an overdose of confusion until Ethan grabbed hold of Rene’s chin between finger and thumb and kissed his lips with a smile.
“It would be a bit presumptuous to move in before you said yes, even for me. Be back in a minute.”
“Make it several-we’ll need milk.”
Ethan’s smile as he grabbed the car keys he’d hidden in the fruit bowl mirrored Rene’s euphoria. Ethan Calderon may be a devious super villain alright, but he was also a super lover to match. No wonder he and Rene were drawn together.