FIC: Brotherhood & Duty: Hunting Game, Chapter 1/14
Yes, there is more... bwahahaha...
Title: Brotherhood and Duty: Hunting Game, Chapter 1/14
Authors: Aaryn/docs_girl16 & Andrea/silentflux
Rating: NC-17 in some chapters
Claimer: This is our universe, our characters. Period.
Warnings: Slash, het, violence which is in some chapters extreme and may squick you.
A/N: This is the sequel to our fic Brotherhood and Duty: Solicitous Introductions. Thanks to barefoot_starz for re-beta'ing everything for me. I appreciate it greatly.
Cast List: where Aaryn and I cast our actors for these rolls :)
~Previous fic is in MEMORIES or TAGS.
~ * ~ * ~
Chapter One
Terry had been watching Lot all day. Not that that was unusual, but it seemed that the younger man was purposely driving him insane. It was the little things. At lunch, he’d licked the juice from his peach off his fingers. Every time he passed Terry’s desk he swayed his hips slightly. Then, Grace gave him that damned Popsicle.
It was blue and had tinted Lot’s pink mouth that color. The younger man slurped eagerly, sucking it halfway down and pulling it back out with his lips wrapped firmly around it.
Terry glared at Grace who smirked back at him. They were at work, for Christ’s sake! How was he supposed to concentrate on work when he was doing that! God. All Terry could think about was the silk of Lottie’s skin over those muscles, the marks he’d placed on his hip the other night.
Leaning back in his chair Lot swallowed the last icy pieces. His throat rippled and his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. Delicately, he ran his tongue over his lips and sat back up, smiling gratefully at Grace. It put the dark mark on the side of his neck on prominent display.
Shit. That did it. Terry stood up - he had to catch a breather. Walking quickly, flipping Grace off behind Lottie’s back, he headed out of the office, breathing in the stifling heavy heat outside the door. At least it was fresh. Taking deep breaths, Terry tried to cool himself down. The nervous energy was tingling down his limbs insistently so he walked. Just around the block, he told himself. That would help. It had to.
“Terry,” Lot jogged to catch up, his eyes concerned. “Are you okay, Ter?” His slim hand landed softly on Terry’s arm as he cocked his head in question.
“Yeah, Lottie,” Terry muttered, starting at the feel of the other man’s hand. “I’m fine. I’ve just gotta... walk around the block...”
Flinching slightly, Lot removed his hand. “Just checking. You took off like a bat out of hell. Had us worrying.” Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he turned to head back to the office.
“Lottie,” Terry called, feeling stupid for having caused that look. He hated that more than anything. “C’mon. Walk with me for a bit.”
Hesitantly, Lot returned to Terry’s side. “Something wrong, Ter?” he asked as he fell in step.
“Nah, just had to get out of the office for a bit,” Terry told him honestly. “Feeling restless.”
“I don’t suppose we could burn our paperwork again,” the younger man said wistfully. “God, I hate reports.” He leaned down and scooped up a few large rocks and began to juggle them as they walked.
Terry chuckled, “Nope, sorry. The reports have to be finished this time.” He grinned at the memory of s’mores and no paperwork.
Dropping the rocks, Lot grinned back and jogged ahead to pet a dog. He smiled at the owner, a handsome, young college student, tipped his head and grabbed a little girl’s jacket before she could walk out into the street. He dashed around Terry like an eager puppy on a long lead.
Terry settled into a lazy pace, content to walk and be near his lover. His restlessness settled into a constant buzz that he could mostly tune out.
Yelping happily Lot ran through the park sprinkler, turned on to help alleviate the oppressive heat. Within seconds his white shirt was soaked through. Still dripping, he ducked over to Terry for a few moments before darting out again.
Terry breathed out, blinking hard. Well, that definitely didn’t help. Shit. Terry felt the buzz become loud and obnoxious as heat spread through his body. Damn it! He wished they were at home so he could do something - anything.
Terry wasn’t the only one taking note of Lot. Most of the women, and not a few men, paused to give an appreciative glance. One of the bolder men fell in next to Lot but found himself left in the dust when the young cop found something else to investigate.
Terry smiled at the younger man’s obliviousness, purposeful or not. It satisfied the wave of almost violent possessiveness that had crashed over him at the sight. Lot’s obvious joy in everything happening outside today, even if it was scorching, was enough to make Terry’s arousal grow even more. He loved it when the younger man relaxed enough to enjoy things. It was amazing to watch.
Stretching upwards like a satisfied cat, Lot paused to speak to another dog owner, patting the large mutt on its massive, pit bull style head. With a grin he returned to Terry’s side once more. “You should have run through the fountain, Ter. It would have helped you cool down.”
“I really don’t think it would’ve helped, Lottie,” Terry murmured before he could stop himself.
Rolling his eyes, Lot pointed out, “It’s roasting out here. Every little bit helps. Hey, pigeons.” He took off to torment the birds.
Terry chuckled weakly at that. No, freaking Niagara Falls wouldn’t help him at this point. God. His eyes tracked and catalogued every movement, the stretch of muscle and loping movements of the younger man.
Whooping, Lot did a backhand spring that sent the birds scattering in every direction. He stumbled, laughing when a man in a military uniform caught his arm. The two spoke for a moment, then both took off, sending up a wave of feathers.
Terry shook his head at the display, a smile quirking his lips up at the edges. “Lottie,” he called intent on going back to the office. This wasn’t helping. He’d just have to... concentrate better.
Lot waved at the soldier as he obediently trotted back to Terry’s side. “Yeah, Ter?” he panted slightly.
“I’m gonna head back,” he told the younger man, flashing a quiet smile at him. He inclined his head in invitation and turned to follow the block the rest of the way around.
“Okay,” tucking his hands into his pockets the younger man matched his steps once more. At a brisk walking pace, they covered the rest of the block. Grace was waiting outside the office with a Popsicle in her mouth, and a second one for Lot.
The younger man snatched it and eagerly got to work on the red, flavored ice. Terry glared at the woman. She was trying to kill him. That was it - trying to kill him and get away with it.
With a huge grin, she said, “The A/C broke. Captain says we can finish the paperwork at home. That gives you two hours until Laurie needs to be picked up.” Swinging her hips, she turned and walked towards Dave who was waiting for her on his bike. “Have fun, sweetie,” she called over her shoulder as she mounted up.
Terry stared at her for a moment before her words sunk in. They were going home. Stepping closer to Lot, Terry allowed himself to touch the younger man. Finally. “Ready?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
Puzzled, Lot said, “Sure thing, Ter. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Terry looked around, making sure there was no one who could see them, and he pushed Lottie around to the corner of the building and leaned up against him. “I’m fine. Just a little hot.”
“I told you...Oh,” Lot’s eyes went wide. “Here?” he sounded uncertain.
Chuckling, Terry leaned in further. “No, babe. Let’s go home.” Relaxing, Lot gave him a chaste kiss and hastily scrambled away to the car, bouncing as he waited for Terry to get buckled in.
Terry shook himself mentally and crawled into his car, heading for home. His skin fairly danced with electricity. God, he didn’t remember ever wanting someone this much before. It was driving him crazy.
Nimbly avoiding the gearshift Lot moved over until he and Terry were rubbing shoulders. His lips brushed across the scruffy cheek. Terry’s breath caught at the sensation of Lot’s lips on his skin, the younger man’s body heat seeming to pour off of him. Shit.
‘Concentrate on the road,’ he instructed himself, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
The damp t-shirt stuck to Terry’s arm as Lot shifted around so he could comfortable lean against the older man. Gently, he nibbled on the tan neck. Terry took a deep breath to try and steady himself and Lottie's scent filled his nose, sharpening his need.
“Lottie,” he said, meaning to be stern, but the word came out breathy and his voice shook.
“Hmm,” Lot nuzzled the sensitized area he’d been nipping at. “You might want to hit your turn signal or we’re gonna miss our turn.”
‘Shit!’ Terry thought, crossing the lane to turn right into his apartment’s parking lot, feeling his face and neck flush.
Sighing, Lot traced his tongue down one of the slightly distended tendons of his neck. The younger man’s damp chest rubbed against the bare skin of his bicep. Pulling into a parking spot, Terry turned in his seat, his hands going around Lot’s waist.
Placing a kiss on top of the younger man’s head, he murmured, “C’mon, Lottie. Let’s go inside.”
With a reluctant sigh, Lot unfolded himself and padded after Terry into the condo. Terry moved deliberately as they entered, dead-bolting his door and putting his gun and badge on the table. Walking into his living room, he lost his direction.
Dumping his badge and gun, the younger man kicked off his shoes and followed. He paused in the living room and stripped off his shirt, heading for the kitchen. Stretching out his arms he twisted the white cotton between his hands, trying to decide if he should wash it or just toss it in the dryer.
Terry just stared for a moment, watching the muscle play under the smooth skin. Before he knew what was happening, he was in the kitchen, trapping Lot between him and the counter. The shirt fell to the side, forgotten. Lot braced himself on the counter, surprised by the aggressive movement. However, he let out a soft whimper and bared his throat.
Terry leaned in and nipped at the younger man’s neck, before moving so that his mouth was next to Lottie’s ear. “Do you know what you did to me today? Watching you? I’ve been hard all day,” Terry whispered harshly, grinding his hips against Lot’s to show him.
With a soft moan Lot whispered, “I know. I wanted you to notice me.” He arched against Terry, pressing his lean frame up into the other man’s solid body.
“Well, it certainly worked,” Terry gasped at the movement, his tongue darting out to trace patterns along Lot’s neck. “And those damn popsicles. That was just unfair.”
“I learned from the best,” Lot forced out around his soft sounds of pleasure.
Terry rested his hands heavily, possessively, on the younger man’s hips, his thumbs stroking the skin he could reach above and just below the waistband of his jeans. Eyes shining Lot made as if to move away from Terry. A teasing smile danced over his lips.
Terry practically growled, “Going somewhere?” his grip tightened.
“I don’t know,” Lot teased. “After all, I’m sure I could find somewhere to be.”
Terry stared into those laughing green eyes and pressed closer, rotating his hips as he ghosted his lips across Lot’s. “Well. If you have to.”
“I don’t know. I could be convinced to stay.” Lot replied, grinding back.
“Hmmm,” Terry murmured, leaning his entire weight against the younger man, his fingers drawing patterns along his spine. “Maybe I should work on that.”
Hissing softly, Lot tossed his head back. The new position meant he was pinned, unable to get any more friction. His hands came up and wrapped loosely around Terry’s biceps. With an effort he leaned forward and began to kiss the bare skin of the older man’s shoulder by shoving the cotton to the side.
Grinning, Terry deliberately made very slight shifts in his hips as he made sure to keep his hands moving. Finally, he reached up and turned Lot’s face toward his, staring into those bright green eyes.
Clouded by need and filled with heat, Lot looked back, not begging but close. One of his hands ran through Terry’s hair. But it was Lot’s lips, kiss swollen and shiny, that the older man’s eyes focused on.
A sound somewhere between a growl and a whine escaped Terry’s throat as he leaned in to touch his lips to Lot’s. His tongue flicked out before aggressively finding its way into the other man’s mouth, and he groaned at the taste he had come to crave.
Overcome the younger man surrendered. Sliding down the counter to make up for the height difference he opened his mouth wide and stroked his tongue over the intruder.
Terry sighed at the action, his arousal spiking at the response. His hands moved -- one to Lot’s hip, the other to his neck, both stroking thumbs over Terry’s marks. Pulling away slightly, Terry panted, “Wanna come to bed?”
“Yes,” the green-eyed man gasped. “God, yes. Please, Ter.” His trembling arms slid around his lover, tugging the older man towards the bedroom.
Terry smiled at him and followed the insistent pushes and pulls to the bed, allowing himself to be pushed down on the mattress. Then he reached out and grabbed the waistband of Lottie’s jeans, drawing him closer.
Smiling the younger man braced himself, his head coming to rest on Terry’s stomach. “You’re beautiful,” he muttered. The cloth where he spoke became warm and sticky with moisture.
“Hmmm,” Terry sounded again, shivering at the feel of Lottie’s breath. “Glad you think so, cuz I’m yours.” Terry ran his hands through the younger man’s hair, massaging the scalp and shoulders before drawing him further up his body. “C’mere?”
Purring, Lot draped himself over Terry, burying his face it the other’s neck. His hips rocked against Terry’s in a perfunctory gesture. Like most times, he was more interested in the cuddling part.
Terry gasped at the rocking of Lot’s hips causing friction in the most amazing ways. “God!” he exclaimed breathlessly. “It’s amazing what you do to me.”
Eager to please, Lot moved more quickly. His back arched up to give her more force to swivel his pelvis. In order to keep balanced he grasped Terry’s shoulders with both hands. Terry’s hands naturally landed on Lot’s hips, moving with the rhythm of the younger man. A gasp escaped Terry’s mouth at every calculated movement of Lot’s body. Clothes. He had too many clothes on. He couldn’t feel Lottie like he should. Desperately, he began to tug at any clothing he could reach, but not having any luck.
Seeing his lover’s issue, Lot slid down and popped the button on Terry’s jeans. The zipper he tugged down with his teeth before sliding off the pants and boxers with practiced ease. Crawling back up, he helped Terry out of his shirt. Terry trembled with the effects of Lot’s attention. He arched into the feel of him climbing his body, the rub of denim against his bare skin. “Fuck,” he hissed.
Half-dressed Lot squirmed against Terry’s groin. His teeth nipped at one of the dusky nipples. His own arousal was slowly driving him mindless. Terry’s breath came in pants and something he refused to call a whine escaped his throat. “Please,” he heard himself beg.
Lot scrambled down Terry’s body to take the other man’s cock into his mouth. Swallowing around the flesh he hummed in pleasure. His fingers danced lightly over the tanned hips and stomach. As his cheeks hollowed out with the effort he went even further down.
Terry dug his heels into the mattress as he tried not to thrust into Lottie’s mouth. Oh, God, that felt... amazing. “Lottie,” he whispered, “so fucking good. Please.” The tight heat around the hard on he’d had all day was pure torture and pure bliss.
Shaking, Lot drew up and kicked off his own pants. Some spit on his fingers, he shoved them inside himself roughly a few times. Content with that little prep he settled over Terry and eased himself down onto the other man’s cock. A groan was ripped from his throat as his eyes slid shut.
“Oh...” came the breathless reaction, followed by a loud moan. Terry forced his hips up, slamming into Lot’s heat. But he had no real leverage. It was Lottie’s move.
For a moment the younger man took a chance to enjoy the feeling of Terry buried inside of him. Hands flat on the older man’s chest he began to lift himself up and down in deliberate, hard motions. As Terry became more vocal, he sped up the movements.
Terry panted for air, mumbling incoherently as he tried to piston his hips up into the Lot’s heat. His hand tightened its grip on the younger man’s hip. He tried to keep himself from bruising him.
The strain burned at Lot’s leg muscles but he adjusted the angle and suddenly it didn’t matter. He brought one of his hands up to cover Terry’s and encourage him to hang on tighter. Lightning flickered up his spine and flashed in front of his eyes.
Terry’s voice was gone, only whimpers and groans escaped his throat as Lot’s movements urged him closer and closer to the edge. He tried to hang on, to meet the younger man at the edge, but he had no control anymore.
“Terry,” Lot froze and moaned as something twisted inside him. He came hard enough he saw white sparks, collapsing onto his lover’s chest. He felt like he’d run a marathon, exhausted, sated, and elated.
Gasping, breathless as Lot’s muscles contracted around him, Terry's control evaporated and his entire body spasmed as he felt the younger man come.
Both trying to catch their breath, Lottie struggled not to pass out on top of Terry. But he couldn’t find the strength to raise himself off the strong body beneath him. Terry gasped, his hands loosening their hold on Lot’s hips, the fingers continuing to stroke over the reddened skin.
“Help here,” Lot muttered. “I think you liquefied my muscles.” He made one attempt to move then just flopped back down and lay still. Terry snickered at the weak attempt and used his trembling legs for leverage to roll them over. Terry pulled himself off and to the side.
“Liquefied, huh?” he murmured in the younger man’s ear, his hands never moving from Lot’s hips.
“Yup. As in not moving anytime soon,” came the groaned response. Lot rolled his head far enough over he could kiss Terry’s forearm.
“Sounds good to me,” Terry told him, settling in close and throwing his legs over Lot’s. “It’s too hot to move, anyways.”
They lay quietly together for a moment. A vibrating, buzzing noise was audible. Lot’s eyes widened, Terry chuckled. “Damn. You are vocal. I had no idea our pagers were going off.”
“Would you have stopped?” Lot asked quietly, his face heating with embarrassment as he ducked his head.
“Not even if Greg kicked down the door,” he leaned down and kissed the soft, pink lips. “However...Since we’re done I probably should answer. But if you’d rather not...”
Lot considered it for a moment, before groaning. “No. S’okay. Find out what it is.”
Terry kissed him again and rolled over to grab a phone. “Ruiz.”
“Terry!” Dave’s voice came over the phone line. “Terry, I need your help!” The murmur of what sounded like a hospital was in the background.
“Dave,” Terry, sat up. “Dave, is everything okay?”
“Terry, I need you down at St Mary’s now... Grace’s been shot,” Dave’s voice was rushed and broke on the last word. Terry could hear the harsh sound of his partner’s breathing.
“Shit. Dave I need you to calm down,” Terry rolled out of bed and pulled on his pants. “What happened? How bad is it?”
“I don’t know. Bad enough, Ter. Shot her point blank, center mast.... There was so much blood,” Dave muttered as he collapsed against the hallway’s wall next to the surgery doors.
“Shh,” Terry soothed. “Grace is a tough woman. She’s gonna be alright. Is the perp in custody?”
“No,” Dave growled. “That’s the problem. IAB’s decided I’ve shot another cop. I’ve held them off for now, but... I don’t know.”
“Dave, I know it’s scary. But I need you to stay calm. I’ll be there in a minute. You need to give another cop your weapon, okay. I need you to sit somewhere and stay quiet.” Terry pulled on a shirt and gestured for Lot to get dressed. “Whatever you do, don’t talk to anyone.”
“Terry? I don’t -- my weapon?” Dave’s voice got hysterical at the thought of disarming himself. “They’re just trying to fuck me over. Why should I --”
Enforcing the command in his tone, Terry ordered, “Find the nearest cop and hand them your weapon, Provenza. Do it now. You even think about causing trouble and I will stick my boot so far up your ass you’ll be tasting leather.”
“You’ll be here?” Dave asked after a moment as he stood and found a cop he recognized and handed him his weapon.
“Yes,” Terry promised. “Now sit down somewhere out of the way and be discreet.” He hung up. Lot had finished dressing. Looking up as he strapped on his gun, “What happened?”
Terry turned to the younger man and reached out to run a hand along Lot’s back. “Someone shot Grace, Lottie. And they’re blaming Dave.”
Title: Brotherhood and Duty: Hunting Game, Chapter 1/14
Authors: Aaryn/docs_girl16 & Andrea/silentflux
Rating: NC-17 in some chapters
Claimer: This is our universe, our characters. Period.
Warnings: Slash, het, violence which is in some chapters extreme and may squick you.
A/N: This is the sequel to our fic Brotherhood and Duty: Solicitous Introductions. Thanks to barefoot_starz for re-beta'ing everything for me. I appreciate it greatly.
Cast List: where Aaryn and I cast our actors for these rolls :)
~Previous fic is in MEMORIES or TAGS.
~ * ~ * ~
Chapter One
Terry had been watching Lot all day. Not that that was unusual, but it seemed that the younger man was purposely driving him insane. It was the little things. At lunch, he’d licked the juice from his peach off his fingers. Every time he passed Terry’s desk he swayed his hips slightly. Then, Grace gave him that damned Popsicle.
It was blue and had tinted Lot’s pink mouth that color. The younger man slurped eagerly, sucking it halfway down and pulling it back out with his lips wrapped firmly around it.
Terry glared at Grace who smirked back at him. They were at work, for Christ’s sake! How was he supposed to concentrate on work when he was doing that! God. All Terry could think about was the silk of Lottie’s skin over those muscles, the marks he’d placed on his hip the other night.
Leaning back in his chair Lot swallowed the last icy pieces. His throat rippled and his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. Delicately, he ran his tongue over his lips and sat back up, smiling gratefully at Grace. It put the dark mark on the side of his neck on prominent display.
Shit. That did it. Terry stood up - he had to catch a breather. Walking quickly, flipping Grace off behind Lottie’s back, he headed out of the office, breathing in the stifling heavy heat outside the door. At least it was fresh. Taking deep breaths, Terry tried to cool himself down. The nervous energy was tingling down his limbs insistently so he walked. Just around the block, he told himself. That would help. It had to.
“Terry,” Lot jogged to catch up, his eyes concerned. “Are you okay, Ter?” His slim hand landed softly on Terry’s arm as he cocked his head in question.
“Yeah, Lottie,” Terry muttered, starting at the feel of the other man’s hand. “I’m fine. I’ve just gotta... walk around the block...”
Flinching slightly, Lot removed his hand. “Just checking. You took off like a bat out of hell. Had us worrying.” Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he turned to head back to the office.
“Lottie,” Terry called, feeling stupid for having caused that look. He hated that more than anything. “C’mon. Walk with me for a bit.”
Hesitantly, Lot returned to Terry’s side. “Something wrong, Ter?” he asked as he fell in step.
“Nah, just had to get out of the office for a bit,” Terry told him honestly. “Feeling restless.”
“I don’t suppose we could burn our paperwork again,” the younger man said wistfully. “God, I hate reports.” He leaned down and scooped up a few large rocks and began to juggle them as they walked.
Terry chuckled, “Nope, sorry. The reports have to be finished this time.” He grinned at the memory of s’mores and no paperwork.
Dropping the rocks, Lot grinned back and jogged ahead to pet a dog. He smiled at the owner, a handsome, young college student, tipped his head and grabbed a little girl’s jacket before she could walk out into the street. He dashed around Terry like an eager puppy on a long lead.
Terry settled into a lazy pace, content to walk and be near his lover. His restlessness settled into a constant buzz that he could mostly tune out.
Yelping happily Lot ran through the park sprinkler, turned on to help alleviate the oppressive heat. Within seconds his white shirt was soaked through. Still dripping, he ducked over to Terry for a few moments before darting out again.
Terry breathed out, blinking hard. Well, that definitely didn’t help. Shit. Terry felt the buzz become loud and obnoxious as heat spread through his body. Damn it! He wished they were at home so he could do something - anything.
Terry wasn’t the only one taking note of Lot. Most of the women, and not a few men, paused to give an appreciative glance. One of the bolder men fell in next to Lot but found himself left in the dust when the young cop found something else to investigate.
Terry smiled at the younger man’s obliviousness, purposeful or not. It satisfied the wave of almost violent possessiveness that had crashed over him at the sight. Lot’s obvious joy in everything happening outside today, even if it was scorching, was enough to make Terry’s arousal grow even more. He loved it when the younger man relaxed enough to enjoy things. It was amazing to watch.
Stretching upwards like a satisfied cat, Lot paused to speak to another dog owner, patting the large mutt on its massive, pit bull style head. With a grin he returned to Terry’s side once more. “You should have run through the fountain, Ter. It would have helped you cool down.”
“I really don’t think it would’ve helped, Lottie,” Terry murmured before he could stop himself.
Rolling his eyes, Lot pointed out, “It’s roasting out here. Every little bit helps. Hey, pigeons.” He took off to torment the birds.
Terry chuckled weakly at that. No, freaking Niagara Falls wouldn’t help him at this point. God. His eyes tracked and catalogued every movement, the stretch of muscle and loping movements of the younger man.
Whooping, Lot did a backhand spring that sent the birds scattering in every direction. He stumbled, laughing when a man in a military uniform caught his arm. The two spoke for a moment, then both took off, sending up a wave of feathers.
Terry shook his head at the display, a smile quirking his lips up at the edges. “Lottie,” he called intent on going back to the office. This wasn’t helping. He’d just have to... concentrate better.
Lot waved at the soldier as he obediently trotted back to Terry’s side. “Yeah, Ter?” he panted slightly.
“I’m gonna head back,” he told the younger man, flashing a quiet smile at him. He inclined his head in invitation and turned to follow the block the rest of the way around.
“Okay,” tucking his hands into his pockets the younger man matched his steps once more. At a brisk walking pace, they covered the rest of the block. Grace was waiting outside the office with a Popsicle in her mouth, and a second one for Lot.
The younger man snatched it and eagerly got to work on the red, flavored ice. Terry glared at the woman. She was trying to kill him. That was it - trying to kill him and get away with it.
With a huge grin, she said, “The A/C broke. Captain says we can finish the paperwork at home. That gives you two hours until Laurie needs to be picked up.” Swinging her hips, she turned and walked towards Dave who was waiting for her on his bike. “Have fun, sweetie,” she called over her shoulder as she mounted up.
Terry stared at her for a moment before her words sunk in. They were going home. Stepping closer to Lot, Terry allowed himself to touch the younger man. Finally. “Ready?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
Puzzled, Lot said, “Sure thing, Ter. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Terry looked around, making sure there was no one who could see them, and he pushed Lottie around to the corner of the building and leaned up against him. “I’m fine. Just a little hot.”
“I told you...Oh,” Lot’s eyes went wide. “Here?” he sounded uncertain.
Chuckling, Terry leaned in further. “No, babe. Let’s go home.” Relaxing, Lot gave him a chaste kiss and hastily scrambled away to the car, bouncing as he waited for Terry to get buckled in.
Terry shook himself mentally and crawled into his car, heading for home. His skin fairly danced with electricity. God, he didn’t remember ever wanting someone this much before. It was driving him crazy.
Nimbly avoiding the gearshift Lot moved over until he and Terry were rubbing shoulders. His lips brushed across the scruffy cheek. Terry’s breath caught at the sensation of Lot’s lips on his skin, the younger man’s body heat seeming to pour off of him. Shit.
‘Concentrate on the road,’ he instructed himself, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
The damp t-shirt stuck to Terry’s arm as Lot shifted around so he could comfortable lean against the older man. Gently, he nibbled on the tan neck. Terry took a deep breath to try and steady himself and Lottie's scent filled his nose, sharpening his need.
“Lottie,” he said, meaning to be stern, but the word came out breathy and his voice shook.
“Hmm,” Lot nuzzled the sensitized area he’d been nipping at. “You might want to hit your turn signal or we’re gonna miss our turn.”
‘Shit!’ Terry thought, crossing the lane to turn right into his apartment’s parking lot, feeling his face and neck flush.
Sighing, Lot traced his tongue down one of the slightly distended tendons of his neck. The younger man’s damp chest rubbed against the bare skin of his bicep. Pulling into a parking spot, Terry turned in his seat, his hands going around Lot’s waist.
Placing a kiss on top of the younger man’s head, he murmured, “C’mon, Lottie. Let’s go inside.”
With a reluctant sigh, Lot unfolded himself and padded after Terry into the condo. Terry moved deliberately as they entered, dead-bolting his door and putting his gun and badge on the table. Walking into his living room, he lost his direction.
Dumping his badge and gun, the younger man kicked off his shoes and followed. He paused in the living room and stripped off his shirt, heading for the kitchen. Stretching out his arms he twisted the white cotton between his hands, trying to decide if he should wash it or just toss it in the dryer.
Terry just stared for a moment, watching the muscle play under the smooth skin. Before he knew what was happening, he was in the kitchen, trapping Lot between him and the counter. The shirt fell to the side, forgotten. Lot braced himself on the counter, surprised by the aggressive movement. However, he let out a soft whimper and bared his throat.
Terry leaned in and nipped at the younger man’s neck, before moving so that his mouth was next to Lottie’s ear. “Do you know what you did to me today? Watching you? I’ve been hard all day,” Terry whispered harshly, grinding his hips against Lot’s to show him.
With a soft moan Lot whispered, “I know. I wanted you to notice me.” He arched against Terry, pressing his lean frame up into the other man’s solid body.
“Well, it certainly worked,” Terry gasped at the movement, his tongue darting out to trace patterns along Lot’s neck. “And those damn popsicles. That was just unfair.”
“I learned from the best,” Lot forced out around his soft sounds of pleasure.
Terry rested his hands heavily, possessively, on the younger man’s hips, his thumbs stroking the skin he could reach above and just below the waistband of his jeans. Eyes shining Lot made as if to move away from Terry. A teasing smile danced over his lips.
Terry practically growled, “Going somewhere?” his grip tightened.
“I don’t know,” Lot teased. “After all, I’m sure I could find somewhere to be.”
Terry stared into those laughing green eyes and pressed closer, rotating his hips as he ghosted his lips across Lot’s. “Well. If you have to.”
“I don’t know. I could be convinced to stay.” Lot replied, grinding back.
“Hmmm,” Terry murmured, leaning his entire weight against the younger man, his fingers drawing patterns along his spine. “Maybe I should work on that.”
Hissing softly, Lot tossed his head back. The new position meant he was pinned, unable to get any more friction. His hands came up and wrapped loosely around Terry’s biceps. With an effort he leaned forward and began to kiss the bare skin of the older man’s shoulder by shoving the cotton to the side.
Grinning, Terry deliberately made very slight shifts in his hips as he made sure to keep his hands moving. Finally, he reached up and turned Lot’s face toward his, staring into those bright green eyes.
Clouded by need and filled with heat, Lot looked back, not begging but close. One of his hands ran through Terry’s hair. But it was Lot’s lips, kiss swollen and shiny, that the older man’s eyes focused on.
A sound somewhere between a growl and a whine escaped Terry’s throat as he leaned in to touch his lips to Lot’s. His tongue flicked out before aggressively finding its way into the other man’s mouth, and he groaned at the taste he had come to crave.
Overcome the younger man surrendered. Sliding down the counter to make up for the height difference he opened his mouth wide and stroked his tongue over the intruder.
Terry sighed at the action, his arousal spiking at the response. His hands moved -- one to Lot’s hip, the other to his neck, both stroking thumbs over Terry’s marks. Pulling away slightly, Terry panted, “Wanna come to bed?”
“Yes,” the green-eyed man gasped. “God, yes. Please, Ter.” His trembling arms slid around his lover, tugging the older man towards the bedroom.
Terry smiled at him and followed the insistent pushes and pulls to the bed, allowing himself to be pushed down on the mattress. Then he reached out and grabbed the waistband of Lottie’s jeans, drawing him closer.
Smiling the younger man braced himself, his head coming to rest on Terry’s stomach. “You’re beautiful,” he muttered. The cloth where he spoke became warm and sticky with moisture.
“Hmmm,” Terry sounded again, shivering at the feel of Lottie’s breath. “Glad you think so, cuz I’m yours.” Terry ran his hands through the younger man’s hair, massaging the scalp and shoulders before drawing him further up his body. “C’mere?”
Purring, Lot draped himself over Terry, burying his face it the other’s neck. His hips rocked against Terry’s in a perfunctory gesture. Like most times, he was more interested in the cuddling part.
Terry gasped at the rocking of Lot’s hips causing friction in the most amazing ways. “God!” he exclaimed breathlessly. “It’s amazing what you do to me.”
Eager to please, Lot moved more quickly. His back arched up to give her more force to swivel his pelvis. In order to keep balanced he grasped Terry’s shoulders with both hands. Terry’s hands naturally landed on Lot’s hips, moving with the rhythm of the younger man. A gasp escaped Terry’s mouth at every calculated movement of Lot’s body. Clothes. He had too many clothes on. He couldn’t feel Lottie like he should. Desperately, he began to tug at any clothing he could reach, but not having any luck.
Seeing his lover’s issue, Lot slid down and popped the button on Terry’s jeans. The zipper he tugged down with his teeth before sliding off the pants and boxers with practiced ease. Crawling back up, he helped Terry out of his shirt. Terry trembled with the effects of Lot’s attention. He arched into the feel of him climbing his body, the rub of denim against his bare skin. “Fuck,” he hissed.
Half-dressed Lot squirmed against Terry’s groin. His teeth nipped at one of the dusky nipples. His own arousal was slowly driving him mindless. Terry’s breath came in pants and something he refused to call a whine escaped his throat. “Please,” he heard himself beg.
Lot scrambled down Terry’s body to take the other man’s cock into his mouth. Swallowing around the flesh he hummed in pleasure. His fingers danced lightly over the tanned hips and stomach. As his cheeks hollowed out with the effort he went even further down.
Terry dug his heels into the mattress as he tried not to thrust into Lottie’s mouth. Oh, God, that felt... amazing. “Lottie,” he whispered, “so fucking good. Please.” The tight heat around the hard on he’d had all day was pure torture and pure bliss.
Shaking, Lot drew up and kicked off his own pants. Some spit on his fingers, he shoved them inside himself roughly a few times. Content with that little prep he settled over Terry and eased himself down onto the other man’s cock. A groan was ripped from his throat as his eyes slid shut.
“Oh...” came the breathless reaction, followed by a loud moan. Terry forced his hips up, slamming into Lot’s heat. But he had no real leverage. It was Lottie’s move.
For a moment the younger man took a chance to enjoy the feeling of Terry buried inside of him. Hands flat on the older man’s chest he began to lift himself up and down in deliberate, hard motions. As Terry became more vocal, he sped up the movements.
Terry panted for air, mumbling incoherently as he tried to piston his hips up into the Lot’s heat. His hand tightened its grip on the younger man’s hip. He tried to keep himself from bruising him.
The strain burned at Lot’s leg muscles but he adjusted the angle and suddenly it didn’t matter. He brought one of his hands up to cover Terry’s and encourage him to hang on tighter. Lightning flickered up his spine and flashed in front of his eyes.
Terry’s voice was gone, only whimpers and groans escaped his throat as Lot’s movements urged him closer and closer to the edge. He tried to hang on, to meet the younger man at the edge, but he had no control anymore.
“Terry,” Lot froze and moaned as something twisted inside him. He came hard enough he saw white sparks, collapsing onto his lover’s chest. He felt like he’d run a marathon, exhausted, sated, and elated.
Gasping, breathless as Lot’s muscles contracted around him, Terry's control evaporated and his entire body spasmed as he felt the younger man come.
Both trying to catch their breath, Lottie struggled not to pass out on top of Terry. But he couldn’t find the strength to raise himself off the strong body beneath him. Terry gasped, his hands loosening their hold on Lot’s hips, the fingers continuing to stroke over the reddened skin.
“Help here,” Lot muttered. “I think you liquefied my muscles.” He made one attempt to move then just flopped back down and lay still. Terry snickered at the weak attempt and used his trembling legs for leverage to roll them over. Terry pulled himself off and to the side.
“Liquefied, huh?” he murmured in the younger man’s ear, his hands never moving from Lot’s hips.
“Yup. As in not moving anytime soon,” came the groaned response. Lot rolled his head far enough over he could kiss Terry’s forearm.
“Sounds good to me,” Terry told him, settling in close and throwing his legs over Lot’s. “It’s too hot to move, anyways.”
They lay quietly together for a moment. A vibrating, buzzing noise was audible. Lot’s eyes widened, Terry chuckled. “Damn. You are vocal. I had no idea our pagers were going off.”
“Would you have stopped?” Lot asked quietly, his face heating with embarrassment as he ducked his head.
“Not even if Greg kicked down the door,” he leaned down and kissed the soft, pink lips. “However...Since we’re done I probably should answer. But if you’d rather not...”
Lot considered it for a moment, before groaning. “No. S’okay. Find out what it is.”
Terry kissed him again and rolled over to grab a phone. “Ruiz.”
“Terry!” Dave’s voice came over the phone line. “Terry, I need your help!” The murmur of what sounded like a hospital was in the background.
“Dave,” Terry, sat up. “Dave, is everything okay?”
“Terry, I need you down at St Mary’s now... Grace’s been shot,” Dave’s voice was rushed and broke on the last word. Terry could hear the harsh sound of his partner’s breathing.
“Shit. Dave I need you to calm down,” Terry rolled out of bed and pulled on his pants. “What happened? How bad is it?”
“I don’t know. Bad enough, Ter. Shot her point blank, center mast.... There was so much blood,” Dave muttered as he collapsed against the hallway’s wall next to the surgery doors.
“Shh,” Terry soothed. “Grace is a tough woman. She’s gonna be alright. Is the perp in custody?”
“No,” Dave growled. “That’s the problem. IAB’s decided I’ve shot another cop. I’ve held them off for now, but... I don’t know.”
“Dave, I know it’s scary. But I need you to stay calm. I’ll be there in a minute. You need to give another cop your weapon, okay. I need you to sit somewhere and stay quiet.” Terry pulled on a shirt and gestured for Lot to get dressed. “Whatever you do, don’t talk to anyone.”
“Terry? I don’t -- my weapon?” Dave’s voice got hysterical at the thought of disarming himself. “They’re just trying to fuck me over. Why should I --”
Enforcing the command in his tone, Terry ordered, “Find the nearest cop and hand them your weapon, Provenza. Do it now. You even think about causing trouble and I will stick my boot so far up your ass you’ll be tasting leather.”
“You’ll be here?” Dave asked after a moment as he stood and found a cop he recognized and handed him his weapon.
“Yes,” Terry promised. “Now sit down somewhere out of the way and be discreet.” He hung up. Lot had finished dressing. Looking up as he strapped on his gun, “What happened?”
Terry turned to the younger man and reached out to run a hand along Lot’s back. “Someone shot Grace, Lottie. And they’re blaming Dave.”