CSI Fic - "Music Lovers - Rock On" - Al Robbins/OFC (adult)
Entry 1 of 3 for rounds_of_kink Round 13. Posted here for archival purposes.
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Title: Music Lovers - Rock On
Author: tres_mechante
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas
Pairing/character: Al Robbins/OFC
Rating: FRAO (Adult)
Summary: Al thought he was a little old for groupies. Apparently he was mistaken.
Disclaimer: So not mine - well, except for Judy, but I’m happy to share her with Al. Doc Robbins, on the other hand is definitely not mine. If he was, he’d be getting a whole lot more action. No infringement intended. No profit made. No point in legal action.
Word count: 2,200 approx.
Prompt: Any fandom; Any pairing; public sexual interaction; simple as this - I’m in love with the risk; requested by oldsoul56
Kink: public sexual interaction
Notes/Warnings: public sex; oral sex; suggestive comments; masturbation; sex act involving someone over the age of 50; reference to physical disability.
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The music washed over Al, carrying him to a high no drug could ever achieve. Flying, he smiled at his unseen audience. The spotlights kept him from clearly seeing the crowd, but he could hear their shouts and applause, and feel the energy moving through the bar.
The guys had been playing together for years, just a few gigs here and there at first, but lately they were very much in demand. Tonight’s gig was the bar where they’d got their start way back when.
“It may look like we’re up here just having fun - and we are! - but it’s also thirsty work. We’re going to take a break and see you back here in about half an hour or after we finish our beer, whichever comes first.” Al grinned at the good-natured laughter that greeted his announcement.
Al looked over when the drummer called his name. Jason, the group’s baby, at only 37 years of age, was their main chick magnet. It seemed the girls really dug drummers.
“I’ve got to make a call,” he said, pointing toward the washrooms. “Grab me a beer will you?”
Al nodded but continued tuning his guitar.
Jason walked by and leaned in to whisper, “You know, the way you keep fondling that thing, anyone would think what they say about guitarists is true.”
“Yeah, yeah, guitarists masturbate for a living. And since I do it on stage that also makes me an exhibitionist,” retorted Al, laughing. “You need new material, kid. That joke is older than you.”
Their final set of the night ended on a high note. It was classic rock all the way - the very same set they first played at their first show. In fact, Al was pretty sure some of their current audience had attended that gig.
The guys said their goodnights outside, arranging to meet for rehearsal in a few days. Al grinned and watched as some of the women - girls, really - from the club flirted with the guys, but after only a few minutes headed out. He was due at the morgue. Dave was covering for him until he could get there and he didn’t want to take advantage of the younger man’s generosity.
Al waved off any offers of help and headed down the back lane, a shortcut to his car. With years of practice, he managed to carry his guitar case along with his walking sticks.
“Can I give you a hand?” asked a feminine voice from behind him.
Al paused and looked back, tensing slightly at the unexpected encounter.
A shadow disengaged from the darkness and moved toward him, morphing into a nicely rounded woman. Tight jeans, clingy sweater and blonde hair combined for a very appealing package.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said. “I just thought, maybe I could lend you a hand.”
Having been around the block a few times, Al knew that offer could refer to just about anything. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, eyes traveling over the woman’s lush figure. In the dim light it was difficult to make out her age, but she was definitely over the age of consent.
The woman blushed. She indicated his guitar. “I was at the show. You were terrific,” she said. “I wanted to meet you but you left before I could get up the nerve and when I saw you with that, I thought maybe...well...Jeez, I’m making such a mess of this.”
Al went from indignant that someone thought he needed help to charmed at her stuttering explanation. As far as he could tell, no insult had been intended. He set down the case and took a step closer.
“I’m Al,” he said, holding out his hand. “But if you were at the show, then you already know that.”
A soft warm hand was placed in his. “Hi Al, I’m Judy. And, not to sound like a teenager or anything, but I really loved the show and kind of wanted an autograph.”
“Did you already get the other guys?”
Her blush was evident even in the dim light of the alley. “Actually, it’s just you I’m interested in. Would you sign something for me for me - pretty please?”
Al took in the way Judy seemed to sway toward him, breasts bouncing slightly under that tight shirt. He was mesmerized by her bright blue eyes, which shone when she faced the light, but became mysterious dark pools when she shifted toward the shadows. When she licked her bottom lip, he felt his own tongue moisten his lips.
“I’m not sure I have a pen on me. What would you like me to sign?” he asked.
Until that moment, Al Robbins had been certain he was too old to be playing with groupies. Feeling his cock stir slightly, he wasn’t quite so sure.
Judy reached into her large purse and rummaged around for a moment. “You can use this,” she said and handed him a thick green marker. “And you can sign here.”
Al gasped when Judy pulled up her top until the rounded underside of her breasts was just exposed. She ran one hand along waist and up her belly. “Anywhere along here works for me.”
He decided that if this was some kind of dream, he was going to enjoy every moment. Al accepted the marker and tried to figure out how best to do it. The position, however, was awkward; it wasn’t as if he could kneel down get a better angle.
Judy slipped her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and gently tugged him deeper into the alley. She kicked over a milk crate and stood on it, putting her body at a more accessible level. Leaning back against the wall, she practically purred, “Ready when you are.”
Al didn’t have to be told twice. He carefully traced the letters of his name along the curves, allowing his hand to occasionally brush against the exposed curve of her breasts. He like the way Judy twitched and gasped with each stroke of the marker. Obviously she was a bit ticklish, a fact that amused and aroused him.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork, and the wanton picture she made leaning against the wall, up on a pedestal, soft skin exposed for anyone to see. Al took a quick look around, and was relieved there was no one else in sight. This vision was his alone.
“All done,” he said, smiling up at her.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Would you mind if we stayed here for a few minutes? I don’t want to pull my top down and smear your autograph.”
Al smiled. “That would be a shame,” he agreed, although he silently thought he wouldn’t mind putting his mark on other parts of her body. “Just out of curiosity, do you make it a habit of getting musicians to sign your body?”
“To tell you the truth, you’re the first.” Judy lightly stepped off the crate. “I usually take other souvenirs.”
Al felt a slight shiver of unease. He’d performed too many autopsies on men who’d let their guard down with the wrong person. “What kind of souvenirs?”
Judy crowded him back against the wall. “I prefer something personal.”
“Personal.”
“Very personal.” Judy’s hands trailed over Al’s chest, pausing over his heart before moving down his abdomen. She pulled his shirt out of his jeans and traced the edge of her nails along the sensitive skin at his waist.
Al suddenly found it very difficult to breathe.
Judy carefully unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. Nimble fingers worked their way inside, teasing his painfully hard cock through his boxers.
Al frantically looked around, but they were still alone in the alley, almost hidden in shadows. However, if anyone looked closely, they would definitely be visible.
Judy gracefully dropped to her knees, her hands taking Al’s pants with her until they were mid-thigh. She reached through the opening of his boxers and freed his cock.
“I appreciate the autograph, but I think I’d like something else from you,” she said.
Al stared down at her, his breath coming in shallow gasps, and he almost stopped breathing entirely when Judy licked her palm and began jacking him off.
Judy worked him like a pro - for all he knew, she was one - and when she suddenly began to lick and kiss the length of his cock, it was all he could do to keep quiet. He quickly stuffed a fist into his mouth to smother the shouts that wanted to be let loose.
When she took him into her mouth, Al had the weird thought that he was glad he had artificial legs, because otherwise his knees would have collapsed by now, and this was too good to spoil by falling on her. That was his last coherent thought for a while.
It didn’t take long before Al was balanced on the edge of ecstasy and agony. He tugged her hair in warning, having no recollection of tangling his hands in her hair in the first place.
“Judy,” he gasped. “I’m...god...so good...baby I’m gonna...”
Judy responded by changing the tempo and suction on his cock. With a muffled yell, he exploded, stunned that Judy allowed him to fill her mouth. When he was done, she pulled back, reached into Al’s back pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Very delicately, she spit into the white cloth.
Al groaned. “Dear god, that was...intense. I can’t feel my legs.”
“Idiot,” she chided fondly. “You haven’t got legs.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.”
She giggled and wiped his cock before tucking it away. She stood a bit stiffly and tugged his jeans back into place.
A sudden noise from the other end of the alley had them both jumping a bit.
“We’d better go,” said Al.
Judy quickly picked up her large purse and tucked the handkerchief in a side pocket. Together they went back to where the guitar had been left - fortunately it was still there - and walked to the car park.
A couple of uniformed officers met them near the entrance to the alley.
“Hey, Doc.”
Al recognized the son of an old friend. “Officer Edwards, good to see you.”
The young man grinned. “You, too.” He indicated the alley. “Did you walk through there?”
“Actually, yes. This is a shortcut to my car. I didn’t feel like taking the long way.”
Officer Edwards nodded, nothing the guitar case being held by Doc’s companion. “Did you see or hear anything as you came through there?”
Al and Judy refrained from looking at each other. “Like what? Is there a problem?”
“Not really. We got a call about lewd behaviour - probably a hooker - but if you didn’t see anything then whoever it was is long gone.” Edwards noticed the blush on the woman’s cheeks and immediately apologized for embarrassing her with his bluntness.
Judy shrugged. “You deal with a little of everything on the job. I understand.”
They parted ways, Al and Judy to the car park and Officer Edwards and his partner down the alley to investigate.
Al unlocked the passenger door for Judy and tucked his guitar safely in the trunk. When he got in to the car, he blew out a breath.
“You know, one of these days we’re going to get caught,” he said.
Judy nodded thoughtfully. “It’s possible. But you don’t really want to stop, do you?”
Al shrugged and started the car. “Maybe we should keep this for vacations, do it somewhere no one knows us.”
Judy snorted. “Don’t deny it, Al - you’re in love with the risk."
“Actually, I’m in love with you. You’re the one who’s in love with the risk.”
“I like the edge, I admit it. But I'm not alone in that; you always come harder when we push the limits.”
Al didn’t try to deny it. Their games have done more to keep their marriage alive than anything the marriage counsellor ever did.
A sudden, horrifying thought occurred to him. "You didn't come," he said. "Jeez, I'm sor--"
Judy started laughing. "That was for you, husband mine. You've got to go to work, but I get to go home to a full toy box. You better believe that little scene will keep me plenty busy tonight."
"Oh sure, now I'm going to have that image in my head all night," he grumbled. "Speaking of home, should I drop you at home?"
"No need," said Judy. "Just turn left up there. See? I'm parked under that streetlight."
Al kissed his wife goodbye and headed off to the morgue once Judy was safely on her way.
The night kept him too busy to think about anything other than work. At the end of his shift, he wearily made his way out of the building, declining breakfast with his colleagues. He just wanted to go somewhere and sleep for the next eight hours or so.
His cell phone rang just as he reached his car. He cursed, knowing that he was being called back in for some stupid reason.
"Robbins," he snapped.
The husky voice almost made him drop the phone. “So, just out of curiosity, when is your next gig?”
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This is my second outing with Doc Robbins. If you are curious what else Doc has been up to, please check out Book Lovers.
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Title: Music Lovers - Rock On
Author: tres_mechante
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas
Pairing/character: Al Robbins/OFC
Rating: FRAO (Adult)
Summary: Al thought he was a little old for groupies. Apparently he was mistaken.
Disclaimer: So not mine - well, except for Judy, but I’m happy to share her with Al. Doc Robbins, on the other hand is definitely not mine. If he was, he’d be getting a whole lot more action. No infringement intended. No profit made. No point in legal action.
Word count: 2,200 approx.
Prompt: Any fandom; Any pairing; public sexual interaction; simple as this - I’m in love with the risk; requested by oldsoul56
Kink: public sexual interaction
Notes/Warnings: public sex; oral sex; suggestive comments; masturbation; sex act involving someone over the age of 50; reference to physical disability.
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The music washed over Al, carrying him to a high no drug could ever achieve. Flying, he smiled at his unseen audience. The spotlights kept him from clearly seeing the crowd, but he could hear their shouts and applause, and feel the energy moving through the bar.
The guys had been playing together for years, just a few gigs here and there at first, but lately they were very much in demand. Tonight’s gig was the bar where they’d got their start way back when.
“It may look like we’re up here just having fun - and we are! - but it’s also thirsty work. We’re going to take a break and see you back here in about half an hour or after we finish our beer, whichever comes first.” Al grinned at the good-natured laughter that greeted his announcement.
Al looked over when the drummer called his name. Jason, the group’s baby, at only 37 years of age, was their main chick magnet. It seemed the girls really dug drummers.
“I’ve got to make a call,” he said, pointing toward the washrooms. “Grab me a beer will you?”
Al nodded but continued tuning his guitar.
Jason walked by and leaned in to whisper, “You know, the way you keep fondling that thing, anyone would think what they say about guitarists is true.”
“Yeah, yeah, guitarists masturbate for a living. And since I do it on stage that also makes me an exhibitionist,” retorted Al, laughing. “You need new material, kid. That joke is older than you.”
Their final set of the night ended on a high note. It was classic rock all the way - the very same set they first played at their first show. In fact, Al was pretty sure some of their current audience had attended that gig.
The guys said their goodnights outside, arranging to meet for rehearsal in a few days. Al grinned and watched as some of the women - girls, really - from the club flirted with the guys, but after only a few minutes headed out. He was due at the morgue. Dave was covering for him until he could get there and he didn’t want to take advantage of the younger man’s generosity.
Al waved off any offers of help and headed down the back lane, a shortcut to his car. With years of practice, he managed to carry his guitar case along with his walking sticks.
“Can I give you a hand?” asked a feminine voice from behind him.
Al paused and looked back, tensing slightly at the unexpected encounter.
A shadow disengaged from the darkness and moved toward him, morphing into a nicely rounded woman. Tight jeans, clingy sweater and blonde hair combined for a very appealing package.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said. “I just thought, maybe I could lend you a hand.”
Having been around the block a few times, Al knew that offer could refer to just about anything. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, eyes traveling over the woman’s lush figure. In the dim light it was difficult to make out her age, but she was definitely over the age of consent.
The woman blushed. She indicated his guitar. “I was at the show. You were terrific,” she said. “I wanted to meet you but you left before I could get up the nerve and when I saw you with that, I thought maybe...well...Jeez, I’m making such a mess of this.”
Al went from indignant that someone thought he needed help to charmed at her stuttering explanation. As far as he could tell, no insult had been intended. He set down the case and took a step closer.
“I’m Al,” he said, holding out his hand. “But if you were at the show, then you already know that.”
A soft warm hand was placed in his. “Hi Al, I’m Judy. And, not to sound like a teenager or anything, but I really loved the show and kind of wanted an autograph.”
“Did you already get the other guys?”
Her blush was evident even in the dim light of the alley. “Actually, it’s just you I’m interested in. Would you sign something for me for me - pretty please?”
Al took in the way Judy seemed to sway toward him, breasts bouncing slightly under that tight shirt. He was mesmerized by her bright blue eyes, which shone when she faced the light, but became mysterious dark pools when she shifted toward the shadows. When she licked her bottom lip, he felt his own tongue moisten his lips.
“I’m not sure I have a pen on me. What would you like me to sign?” he asked.
Until that moment, Al Robbins had been certain he was too old to be playing with groupies. Feeling his cock stir slightly, he wasn’t quite so sure.
Judy reached into her large purse and rummaged around for a moment. “You can use this,” she said and handed him a thick green marker. “And you can sign here.”
Al gasped when Judy pulled up her top until the rounded underside of her breasts was just exposed. She ran one hand along waist and up her belly. “Anywhere along here works for me.”
He decided that if this was some kind of dream, he was going to enjoy every moment. Al accepted the marker and tried to figure out how best to do it. The position, however, was awkward; it wasn’t as if he could kneel down get a better angle.
Judy slipped her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and gently tugged him deeper into the alley. She kicked over a milk crate and stood on it, putting her body at a more accessible level. Leaning back against the wall, she practically purred, “Ready when you are.”
Al didn’t have to be told twice. He carefully traced the letters of his name along the curves, allowing his hand to occasionally brush against the exposed curve of her breasts. He like the way Judy twitched and gasped with each stroke of the marker. Obviously she was a bit ticklish, a fact that amused and aroused him.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork, and the wanton picture she made leaning against the wall, up on a pedestal, soft skin exposed for anyone to see. Al took a quick look around, and was relieved there was no one else in sight. This vision was his alone.
“All done,” he said, smiling up at her.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Would you mind if we stayed here for a few minutes? I don’t want to pull my top down and smear your autograph.”
Al smiled. “That would be a shame,” he agreed, although he silently thought he wouldn’t mind putting his mark on other parts of her body. “Just out of curiosity, do you make it a habit of getting musicians to sign your body?”
“To tell you the truth, you’re the first.” Judy lightly stepped off the crate. “I usually take other souvenirs.”
Al felt a slight shiver of unease. He’d performed too many autopsies on men who’d let their guard down with the wrong person. “What kind of souvenirs?”
Judy crowded him back against the wall. “I prefer something personal.”
“Personal.”
“Very personal.” Judy’s hands trailed over Al’s chest, pausing over his heart before moving down his abdomen. She pulled his shirt out of his jeans and traced the edge of her nails along the sensitive skin at his waist.
Al suddenly found it very difficult to breathe.
Judy carefully unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. Nimble fingers worked their way inside, teasing his painfully hard cock through his boxers.
Al frantically looked around, but they were still alone in the alley, almost hidden in shadows. However, if anyone looked closely, they would definitely be visible.
Judy gracefully dropped to her knees, her hands taking Al’s pants with her until they were mid-thigh. She reached through the opening of his boxers and freed his cock.
“I appreciate the autograph, but I think I’d like something else from you,” she said.
Al stared down at her, his breath coming in shallow gasps, and he almost stopped breathing entirely when Judy licked her palm and began jacking him off.
Judy worked him like a pro - for all he knew, she was one - and when she suddenly began to lick and kiss the length of his cock, it was all he could do to keep quiet. He quickly stuffed a fist into his mouth to smother the shouts that wanted to be let loose.
When she took him into her mouth, Al had the weird thought that he was glad he had artificial legs, because otherwise his knees would have collapsed by now, and this was too good to spoil by falling on her. That was his last coherent thought for a while.
It didn’t take long before Al was balanced on the edge of ecstasy and agony. He tugged her hair in warning, having no recollection of tangling his hands in her hair in the first place.
“Judy,” he gasped. “I’m...god...so good...baby I’m gonna...”
Judy responded by changing the tempo and suction on his cock. With a muffled yell, he exploded, stunned that Judy allowed him to fill her mouth. When he was done, she pulled back, reached into Al’s back pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Very delicately, she spit into the white cloth.
Al groaned. “Dear god, that was...intense. I can’t feel my legs.”
“Idiot,” she chided fondly. “You haven’t got legs.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.”
She giggled and wiped his cock before tucking it away. She stood a bit stiffly and tugged his jeans back into place.
A sudden noise from the other end of the alley had them both jumping a bit.
“We’d better go,” said Al.
Judy quickly picked up her large purse and tucked the handkerchief in a side pocket. Together they went back to where the guitar had been left - fortunately it was still there - and walked to the car park.
A couple of uniformed officers met them near the entrance to the alley.
“Hey, Doc.”
Al recognized the son of an old friend. “Officer Edwards, good to see you.”
The young man grinned. “You, too.” He indicated the alley. “Did you walk through there?”
“Actually, yes. This is a shortcut to my car. I didn’t feel like taking the long way.”
Officer Edwards nodded, nothing the guitar case being held by Doc’s companion. “Did you see or hear anything as you came through there?”
Al and Judy refrained from looking at each other. “Like what? Is there a problem?”
“Not really. We got a call about lewd behaviour - probably a hooker - but if you didn’t see anything then whoever it was is long gone.” Edwards noticed the blush on the woman’s cheeks and immediately apologized for embarrassing her with his bluntness.
Judy shrugged. “You deal with a little of everything on the job. I understand.”
They parted ways, Al and Judy to the car park and Officer Edwards and his partner down the alley to investigate.
Al unlocked the passenger door for Judy and tucked his guitar safely in the trunk. When he got in to the car, he blew out a breath.
“You know, one of these days we’re going to get caught,” he said.
Judy nodded thoughtfully. “It’s possible. But you don’t really want to stop, do you?”
Al shrugged and started the car. “Maybe we should keep this for vacations, do it somewhere no one knows us.”
Judy snorted. “Don’t deny it, Al - you’re in love with the risk."
“Actually, I’m in love with you. You’re the one who’s in love with the risk.”
“I like the edge, I admit it. But I'm not alone in that; you always come harder when we push the limits.”
Al didn’t try to deny it. Their games have done more to keep their marriage alive than anything the marriage counsellor ever did.
A sudden, horrifying thought occurred to him. "You didn't come," he said. "Jeez, I'm sor--"
Judy started laughing. "That was for you, husband mine. You've got to go to work, but I get to go home to a full toy box. You better believe that little scene will keep me plenty busy tonight."
"Oh sure, now I'm going to have that image in my head all night," he grumbled. "Speaking of home, should I drop you at home?"
"No need," said Judy. "Just turn left up there. See? I'm parked under that streetlight."
Al kissed his wife goodbye and headed off to the morgue once Judy was safely on her way.
The night kept him too busy to think about anything other than work. At the end of his shift, he wearily made his way out of the building, declining breakfast with his colleagues. He just wanted to go somewhere and sleep for the next eight hours or so.
His cell phone rang just as he reached his car. He cursed, knowing that he was being called back in for some stupid reason.
"Robbins," he snapped.
The husky voice almost made him drop the phone. “So, just out of curiosity, when is your next gig?”
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This is my second outing with Doc Robbins. If you are curious what else Doc has been up to, please check out Book Lovers.