[Fic] Good Cop/Bad Cop
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wl_fanfictionTitle: Good Cop/Bad Cop
Author: Jie Jie
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Colin/Ryan
Wordcount: 3460
Summary: What started out as a pointless AU one-shot turned into a pointless AU smut-fest...The following presentation contains bad language, scenes of a sexual nature and mild bondage.
*blushes and runs away*
Good Cop/Bad Cop
“You two, my office. Right now,” At the demanding voice of Lieutenant Herrera, Officers Ryan Stiles and Colin Mochrie looked up from their casework. The diminutive woman gave them a stern glance before turning on her heel and walking away.
“What the hell crawled up her ass?” Ryan muttered as he got to his feet. Colin shrugged in response.
“Better get this over with,” Colin said and ushered his partner towards Herrera's office.
“Okay, but if she ruins my Friday afternoon buzz you're buying the first round.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Colin said with a roll of his brown eyes. He knew exactly what was wrong with the Lieutenant. If his gut was right this might be the last time he and his partner got to go for Friday night drinks straight from the job.
“Take a seat officers,” Herrera said as they walked into her corner office. Colin closed the door behind them, then took the proffered seat next to Ryan.
“What did I do now Lieutenant?” Ryan asked. The lazy drawl to his voice showed that he couldn't care less. Ryan Stiles was a great cop and a dedicated one but he resented the red tape the department was bound by and had been know to stray from regulations at times. He got the job done but the Lieutenant was required to at least seem to be disciplining him, hence his frequent trips to her office.
“Nothing Officer Stiles,” Herrera said, her voice sounded very tired. “It's Officer Mochrie that we're here to discuss.” Ryan's eyebrows nearly met his hairline at that statement. He turned to look at his partner but Colin's head was down. His hands were wringing together in what Ryan instantly recognised as a gesture of nervousness and discomfort.
“Is this a joke?” Ryan couldn't help but ask. Colin was one of the most methodical and by the books cops he'd ever met. In fact, that was the whole reason they'd been paired together, in the hopes that Colin's level head would help to restrain Ryan's gung ho approach. And it had worked. To an extent.
“We've had a complaint from the suspect you were interrogating for the Monroe case,” Herrera's voice was guarded. “He says Officer Mochrie punched him repeatedly after he refused to cooperate.”
“Bullshit!” Ryan said, jumping to his feet and slamming both hands down hard on Herrera's desk. “That little bastard's as guilty as fuck. He's gonna say anything to try and get out of this. You aren't gonna look into this?”
“You know we have to take all allegations seriously,” Herrera said. Ryan refused to be pacified.
“This is bullshit,” He growled. “Tell her this is bullshit Col.”
“It is bullshit,” Colin said quietly. “I only hit him once.” There was a moment in which Ryan and Herrera looked at Colin in horrified silence. Colin clenched his hands together.
“What?” Ryan blurted. “No way you hit anyone.”
Ryan and Colin had been partners on the police force for almost five years. They were masters of the good cop bad cop interrogation technique. Colin had always been the bad cop. Ryan's temper was too volatile for him to take on that role and not step over the line. Colin's laid back nature combined with his innate acting talent meant that he could play the bad cop to perfection. He could scream and shout and scare the shit out of their detainees but always stay in control. This wasn't like him.
“I'm sorry Officer Mochrie, you're suspended pending a full investigation,” Herrera said. Ryan opened his mouth to argue but Colin cut him off.
“It's okay Ry,” He assured him. “It's procedure.”
“Fuck procedure,” Ryan said, a frown marring his face. “It's a first time offence, you don't think suspension is overkill?” The question was directed towards the Lieutenant.
“You know the kind of reputation the department has in the press,” Herrera replied, her frustration starting to show. “If word gets out that a cop hit a defenceless suspect during an interview and we did nothing to discipline them the media would crucify us.”
“It's not some angel in there,” Ryan raised his voice. “That man's a murderer, he's killed three people that we know about and you're gonna hang a good cop out to dry just because you're worried about your fucking headlines?”
“Ryan, that's enough,” Colin got to his feet and stepped between his irate partner and their boss. He put one hand on Ryan's shoulder, feeling the barely leashed tension there. “Let's get out of here.”
“I'm going to need your badge and firearm, Mochrie,” Herrera said as the pair moved to leave. Fury flashed in Ryan's green eyes and Colin knew his friend was going to say or do something that would get him in real trouble.
“One of us needs to follow this case through,” he said, hoping that Ryan's dedication to the job would curb his sharp tongue. “Please, Ry, just let it go.” Ryan shook his head but his posture relaxed slightly and Colin could see that he'd won the argument for now. He pulled out his badge and his gun and laid them on the Lieutenant's desk. Part of him mourned for the loss but he pushed the feeling aside, he needed to focus on getting Ryan out of there without further incident.
“I'll get the investigation moving as soon as possible,” Herrera promised. Colin nodded his thanks and all but pushed Ryan from the room.
“Still want that drink?” Colin asked.
“I'm buying.”
*
Ryan couldn't stop looking at the empty desk opposite him. He couldn't focus, couldn't think without Colin there. Every time he saw something of interest in his case papers he'd look up to ask for Colin's opinion and feel the loss all over again.
“Ryan, sorry to interrupt,” Lieutenant Herrera sounded in a much better mood today, Ryan mused sourly. He pushed away his pile of paperwork and stood to greet his superior officer. A little voice, with a Canadian accent, in the back of his head told him to play nice.
“What can I do for you Lieutenant?” Ryan asked. He felt mildly proud of himself for being civil so far. God knows the woman didn't deserve it after the way she'd treated Colin the day before.
“I want to introduce you to your new partner,” Herrera said. Ryan blinked in shock, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. “This is Officer Kathy Greenwood, I'm sure you two will do sterling work together.” With that the Lieutenant retreated to her office, leaving a stunned Ryan Stiles in her wake.
“I'm Kathy, I look forward to working with you.” The woman, who was shorter than Ryan by almost a foot, held out her hand for Ryan to shake. He looked at her hand as if she were handing him a bomb.
“Excuse me,” Ryan pushed past her and headed straight for Herrera's office.
“Well you don't need to be rude!” Officer Greenwood pouted.
“What's the problem Stiles?” The Lieutenant wasn't fazed by Ryan's intrusion.
“I already have a partner,” Ryan said with a scowl.
“Not right now you don't,” Herrera sat in her chair and looked up at Ryan with a tiny smile that made his blood boil.
“What happened to speeding up Colin's review?” He growled.
“I am doing everything in my power to – ”
“The fuck you are,” Herrera's eyes narrowed at that comment.
“I know this is a difficult time for you,” she said, her voice tightly controlled. “But if you speak to me like that again I will have you written up for insubordination.” Ryan laughed bitterly as he pulled out his badge and tossed it onto the desk. His gun joined the badge soon after.
“Ryan. Please. Think about this a minute,” Herrera pleaded. “Is Mochrie really worth ruining your life over?”
“He is my life,” Ryan said. “See ya around, Lieutenant.” He walked out of the office and through the bullpen, passing a confused looking Officer Greenwood on his way. Just as he was about to leave the department Herrera's voice called after him.
“What about cracking the Monroe case?” Ryan looked over his shoulder. He wasn't constrained by the departments politically correct policies any more, he could say whatever the hell he wanted.
“Why don't you set Officer Barbie on the case?” He said with a smirk. “I'm sure she can handle it.” With that he pushed open the doors and left homicide to search out his partner.
*
As it turned out Ryan didn't have to hunt Colin down. When he arrived back at his house the Canadian was already there, perched on his front door step, and he didn't look happy. On spotting Ryan, Colin got to his feet and crossed his arms over his chest. Ryan's steps slowed and he felt more than a hint of trepidation.
“Hey Col,” He tried for bright but in the face of Colin's stern expression it fell flat.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Colin demanded. “You quit the force?” Ryan held up his hands defensively.
“Word travels fast,” he said with a nervous laugh. Colin moved towards him quickly and for an insane moment Ryan thought his partner was going to punch him. Instead Colin's arms wrapped around his shoulders in a fierce hug.
“I'm not worth it Ry,” Colin whispered, his breath hot against Ryan's neck. Ryan gripped Colin's arms and pushed him back slightly so he could see his partner's eyes.
“You know better than that,” Ryan said. His lips met Colin's in a kiss that was edged with desperation. When they finally broke apart, Colin laid his head against Ryan's shoulder.
“Are you sure about this?” He couldn't help but ask.
“Want me to prove it to you?” Ryan asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Colin couldn't help but laugh at the absurd expression.
“You better get that front door open before we give your neighbours a show,” Colin's voice was breathless from laughter and Ryan thought he had never sounded sexier. He pressed another kiss to Colin's lips as he fumbled in his pockets for his keys. They laughed between kisses as it took Ryan three attempts to get the door open. The pair stumbled towards the bedroom, pulling off their own and each others clothes as they went along. Colin almost fell down the stairs as he pulled off his socks and only Ryan's quick reflexes saved him from taking a tumble.
“Saved your life,” Ryan murmured as he pulled Colin against him.
“My hero,” Colin dead panned. Ryan backed his partner into the bedroom and with a feral grin he pushed Colin backwards onto the bed.
“You know, I kept a souvenir of our days on the force,” Ryan held up one hand to reveal a pair of handcuffs dangling from his fingers. Colin's eyes darkened and his straining arousal showed his approval.
“Why the hell have we never used cuffs before?”
“Did I say you could talk?” Ryan said, voice low and dangerous, as he stalked towards the bed. Colin wisely didn't reply. “Hands above your head.” Ryan commanded. He felt a thrill of adrenaline and power as Colin did just that. Ryan climbed onto the bed and straddled Colin, almost losing his concentration when their arousals rubbed together. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip, the flash of pain giving him back the focus that he'd lost. Ryan moved with expertise and soon had Colin handcuffed to the wrought iron headboard. Colin gave his bindings an experimental tug. They held fast and he couldn't help but moan out loud. The fact that he was cuffed and pinned to the bed by his lovers body turned Colin on more than he cared to admit.
“Well well,” Ryan purred, more than a little pleased at his partner's reaction. “Looks like someone has a kinky side.” He leaned down and gently nipped at the side of Colin's neck. Colin jumped slightly at the unexpected sensation then hissed as Ryan soothed the area with his tongue. The handcuffs clinked against the headboard as Colin instinctively tried to touch his lover.
“Ryan,” Colin panted as long fingers brushed against his nipples. “Stop teasing.” Ryan leaned down to replace his fingers with his tongue. He licked and worried Colin's nipples with his teeth until his lover was writhing beneath him. Ryan pulled back and blew a breath of warm air over Colin's glistening flesh.
“I could tease you for hours and there'd be nothing you could do about it,” Ryan's voice rumbled deep and low, the vibration made the hairs on Colin's neck stand on end. Already hard and aching, those words sent a surge of desperation through Colin and he pulled hard against the cuffs. “Hey, go easy,” Ryan noticed Colin's tension instantly and held down his wrists to stop him from hurting himself. He pressed a chaste kiss to Colin's forehead. “You want them off?” He offered.
“No!” Colin said, surprising both Ryan and himself with the vehement declaration. Ryan smiled down at him and Colin thought he had never seen someone look so sexy.
“So, why don't you tell me what you do want?” Ryan drawled. Just as Colin opened his mouth to reply Ryan rolled his hips, creating delicious friction and making Colin lose all sense of coherency. When Ryan pulled away to reach for the lube Colin's ability to speak returned with a vengeance as he turned the air blue. Ryan couldn't help but reach down and stroke his own raging erection, god but it turned him on when Colin got angry.
“Spread 'em,” he said, gratified when Colin's legs parted instantly. After taking a moment to admire the view Ryan moved to kneel between Colin's thighs. Urged on by Colin's breathy moans, Ryan made quick work of preparing his lover. He took his slick arousal in hand and rubbed the head in circles against Colin's entrance. Colin looked up at him, eyes full of lust, and nodded his head slightly. That was all the encouragement Ryan needed. His hips surged forward and he pushed past that ring of muscle with little difficulty. As soon as he was fully sheathed Ryan paused, eyes closed, trying to regain a measure of self control. Colin wasn't having that. His strong legs found purchase on the mattress and with a growl of satisfaction he began to thrust his hips, fucking himself on Ryan's thick cock.
“Fuck,” Ryan's green eyes flew open at the heavenly friction. It only took him a moment to gather his senses then he grabbed Colin's hips, halting his movement. He leaned right over Colin's body until he could whisper in his ear. “I'm in control right now.” Ryan said and felt Colin's erection twitch against his stomach.
“Why don't you prove it?” Colin said with a wicked grin. Ryan could never resist a challenge. As he began to thrust in earnest, Ryan's fingers bit into Colin's hips. Colin moaned as Ryan pressed against that sweet spot deep inside of him over and over again. His hands found the bars of the headboard and held on tight as Ryan pounded into him.
“Ryan!” Colin's back arched almost off the bed as Ryan's fingers found his arousal and pumped it in time with his thrusts.
“Oh god,” Ryan groaned as he felt himself getting ever closer to the precipice. “Look at me Col,” Ryan's hand moved faster over Colin's throbbing erection. They made eye contact and held it as they raced towards completion. One more stroke of Ryan's hand, one more thrust of his hips was enough to make Colin lose it. His hands turned white knuckled around the headboard and his toes curled against the sheets as he came all over Ryan's hand. Seeing Colin handcuffed and writhing in ecstasy beneath him shattered the last of Ryan's control. He thrust in deep one more time and held there, screaming Colin's name as he came deep inside his lover.
After a long moment Ryan pulled out as gently as he could and rolled onto his side next to Colin. Both men were panting hard, their bodies glistening with sweat.
“That was...” Colin said, after he finally recovered himself. He couldn't seem to find the right word to describe how the intense bout of lovemaking had made him feel. Luckily, Ryan seemed to understand.
“Yeah it was,” he said with a warm grin. He kissed Colin briefly, both still too worn out to start anything further. The soft clink of the cuffs against the headboard pulled Ryan from his post-coital stupor. He grabbed the keys from the beside table and freed his partner.
“You okay?” Ryan asked in concern when Colin rubbed his wrists. The Canadian nodded and gave him a reassuring smile.
“Just rubbed a little,” he said, showing Ryan the pink rings around his wrists. “It'll be fine in an hour,” Ryan pressed a kiss to each of Colin's hands.
“Now I see why people buy fur lined cuffs,” he murmured.
“We'll have to invest in a pair,” Colin's voice was warm and teasing. Both men lay back on the large bed and stared up at the ceiling.
“Hmm,” Ryan hummed his approval, feeling completely at peace with the world.
“You should call Herrera,” Colin said suddenly. Ryan blinked at the non sequitur.
“You're thinking about Herrera at a time like this?” He asked, rolling onto his side so he could look at his partner. Colin was still looking at the ceiling.
“Sorry. It's just...you're a good cop, Ry. Not like – .”
“If you say you're not a good cop I will hurt you,” Ryan interrupted, only half joking. “You might play the bad cop at times but you're the best damned officer I've ever met.”
“You're biased,” Colin said, a smile curling his lips. Ryan knew what was really playing on Colin's mind.
“I read the transcript,” he admitted. “The Monroe case where you hit the suspect. I needed to know what happened,” Colin turned to look at him and Ryan could see the trepidation in his dark eyes.
“And?”
“And I think you displayed amazing control only hitting the bastard once,” Ryan said. He felt more than heard Colin's sigh of relief. “It was when he started in on me, wasn't it?”
“I couldn't stand to hear him talk about you like that,” Colin said, his eyes troubled at the memory. “I shouldn't have done it though. What the hell are we supposed to do now?”
“Don't worry about it,” Ryan said. “I'm sure there are lots of things we can do.”
“Oh yeah?” Colin said doubtingly. “Like what?”
“We could be...pornstars, yeah, we could be pornstars,” Ryan said, pleased when he got a laugh from Colin.
“Who's gonna pay to see us have sex?” Colin grinned. Ryan licked his finger and pressed it to his hip with a hiss.
“Hey, I'm hot stuff baby. Do I need to get the handcuffs out again?” Colin couldn't resist kissing Ryan until the taller man was breathless once more.
“I don't think I like the idea of sharing you,” Colin said after he pulled away. “You'll have to think of something else.”
“Salesmen?”
“No.”
“News anchors?”
“No.”
“Weather men?”
“Nope.”
“International spies?”
“Ryan...”
“I got it...dishwasher repair men. It's my dream job,” Ryan watched in quiet delight as Colin dissolved into floods of laughter.
“You can't even fix your toaster,” Colin said, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“That's true,” Ryan admitted. “It doesn't matter what we do though, you're still gonna be my partner, right?”
“Right,” Colin said firmly. He wrapped his arms around Ryan and pulled him into a hug. Only Ryan could lift his mood like that, could make him feel better no matter what. In that instant Colin knew for certain that Ryan was going to be his partner for the rest of his life. And that, Colin realised, was the only thing that mattered.
Author: Jie Jie
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Colin/Ryan
Wordcount: 3460
Summary: What started out as a pointless AU one-shot turned into a pointless AU smut-fest...The following presentation contains bad language, scenes of a sexual nature and mild bondage.
*blushes and runs away*
Good Cop/Bad Cop
“You two, my office. Right now,” At the demanding voice of Lieutenant Herrera, Officers Ryan Stiles and Colin Mochrie looked up from their casework. The diminutive woman gave them a stern glance before turning on her heel and walking away.
“What the hell crawled up her ass?” Ryan muttered as he got to his feet. Colin shrugged in response.
“Better get this over with,” Colin said and ushered his partner towards Herrera's office.
“Okay, but if she ruins my Friday afternoon buzz you're buying the first round.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Colin said with a roll of his brown eyes. He knew exactly what was wrong with the Lieutenant. If his gut was right this might be the last time he and his partner got to go for Friday night drinks straight from the job.
“Take a seat officers,” Herrera said as they walked into her corner office. Colin closed the door behind them, then took the proffered seat next to Ryan.
“What did I do now Lieutenant?” Ryan asked. The lazy drawl to his voice showed that he couldn't care less. Ryan Stiles was a great cop and a dedicated one but he resented the red tape the department was bound by and had been know to stray from regulations at times. He got the job done but the Lieutenant was required to at least seem to be disciplining him, hence his frequent trips to her office.
“Nothing Officer Stiles,” Herrera said, her voice sounded very tired. “It's Officer Mochrie that we're here to discuss.” Ryan's eyebrows nearly met his hairline at that statement. He turned to look at his partner but Colin's head was down. His hands were wringing together in what Ryan instantly recognised as a gesture of nervousness and discomfort.
“Is this a joke?” Ryan couldn't help but ask. Colin was one of the most methodical and by the books cops he'd ever met. In fact, that was the whole reason they'd been paired together, in the hopes that Colin's level head would help to restrain Ryan's gung ho approach. And it had worked. To an extent.
“We've had a complaint from the suspect you were interrogating for the Monroe case,” Herrera's voice was guarded. “He says Officer Mochrie punched him repeatedly after he refused to cooperate.”
“Bullshit!” Ryan said, jumping to his feet and slamming both hands down hard on Herrera's desk. “That little bastard's as guilty as fuck. He's gonna say anything to try and get out of this. You aren't gonna look into this?”
“You know we have to take all allegations seriously,” Herrera said. Ryan refused to be pacified.
“This is bullshit,” He growled. “Tell her this is bullshit Col.”
“It is bullshit,” Colin said quietly. “I only hit him once.” There was a moment in which Ryan and Herrera looked at Colin in horrified silence. Colin clenched his hands together.
“What?” Ryan blurted. “No way you hit anyone.”
Ryan and Colin had been partners on the police force for almost five years. They were masters of the good cop bad cop interrogation technique. Colin had always been the bad cop. Ryan's temper was too volatile for him to take on that role and not step over the line. Colin's laid back nature combined with his innate acting talent meant that he could play the bad cop to perfection. He could scream and shout and scare the shit out of their detainees but always stay in control. This wasn't like him.
“I'm sorry Officer Mochrie, you're suspended pending a full investigation,” Herrera said. Ryan opened his mouth to argue but Colin cut him off.
“It's okay Ry,” He assured him. “It's procedure.”
“Fuck procedure,” Ryan said, a frown marring his face. “It's a first time offence, you don't think suspension is overkill?” The question was directed towards the Lieutenant.
“You know the kind of reputation the department has in the press,” Herrera replied, her frustration starting to show. “If word gets out that a cop hit a defenceless suspect during an interview and we did nothing to discipline them the media would crucify us.”
“It's not some angel in there,” Ryan raised his voice. “That man's a murderer, he's killed three people that we know about and you're gonna hang a good cop out to dry just because you're worried about your fucking headlines?”
“Ryan, that's enough,” Colin got to his feet and stepped between his irate partner and their boss. He put one hand on Ryan's shoulder, feeling the barely leashed tension there. “Let's get out of here.”
“I'm going to need your badge and firearm, Mochrie,” Herrera said as the pair moved to leave. Fury flashed in Ryan's green eyes and Colin knew his friend was going to say or do something that would get him in real trouble.
“One of us needs to follow this case through,” he said, hoping that Ryan's dedication to the job would curb his sharp tongue. “Please, Ry, just let it go.” Ryan shook his head but his posture relaxed slightly and Colin could see that he'd won the argument for now. He pulled out his badge and his gun and laid them on the Lieutenant's desk. Part of him mourned for the loss but he pushed the feeling aside, he needed to focus on getting Ryan out of there without further incident.
“I'll get the investigation moving as soon as possible,” Herrera promised. Colin nodded his thanks and all but pushed Ryan from the room.
“Still want that drink?” Colin asked.
“I'm buying.”
*
Ryan couldn't stop looking at the empty desk opposite him. He couldn't focus, couldn't think without Colin there. Every time he saw something of interest in his case papers he'd look up to ask for Colin's opinion and feel the loss all over again.
“Ryan, sorry to interrupt,” Lieutenant Herrera sounded in a much better mood today, Ryan mused sourly. He pushed away his pile of paperwork and stood to greet his superior officer. A little voice, with a Canadian accent, in the back of his head told him to play nice.
“What can I do for you Lieutenant?” Ryan asked. He felt mildly proud of himself for being civil so far. God knows the woman didn't deserve it after the way she'd treated Colin the day before.
“I want to introduce you to your new partner,” Herrera said. Ryan blinked in shock, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. “This is Officer Kathy Greenwood, I'm sure you two will do sterling work together.” With that the Lieutenant retreated to her office, leaving a stunned Ryan Stiles in her wake.
“I'm Kathy, I look forward to working with you.” The woman, who was shorter than Ryan by almost a foot, held out her hand for Ryan to shake. He looked at her hand as if she were handing him a bomb.
“Excuse me,” Ryan pushed past her and headed straight for Herrera's office.
“Well you don't need to be rude!” Officer Greenwood pouted.
“What's the problem Stiles?” The Lieutenant wasn't fazed by Ryan's intrusion.
“I already have a partner,” Ryan said with a scowl.
“Not right now you don't,” Herrera sat in her chair and looked up at Ryan with a tiny smile that made his blood boil.
“What happened to speeding up Colin's review?” He growled.
“I am doing everything in my power to – ”
“The fuck you are,” Herrera's eyes narrowed at that comment.
“I know this is a difficult time for you,” she said, her voice tightly controlled. “But if you speak to me like that again I will have you written up for insubordination.” Ryan laughed bitterly as he pulled out his badge and tossed it onto the desk. His gun joined the badge soon after.
“Ryan. Please. Think about this a minute,” Herrera pleaded. “Is Mochrie really worth ruining your life over?”
“He is my life,” Ryan said. “See ya around, Lieutenant.” He walked out of the office and through the bullpen, passing a confused looking Officer Greenwood on his way. Just as he was about to leave the department Herrera's voice called after him.
“What about cracking the Monroe case?” Ryan looked over his shoulder. He wasn't constrained by the departments politically correct policies any more, he could say whatever the hell he wanted.
“Why don't you set Officer Barbie on the case?” He said with a smirk. “I'm sure she can handle it.” With that he pushed open the doors and left homicide to search out his partner.
*
As it turned out Ryan didn't have to hunt Colin down. When he arrived back at his house the Canadian was already there, perched on his front door step, and he didn't look happy. On spotting Ryan, Colin got to his feet and crossed his arms over his chest. Ryan's steps slowed and he felt more than a hint of trepidation.
“Hey Col,” He tried for bright but in the face of Colin's stern expression it fell flat.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Colin demanded. “You quit the force?” Ryan held up his hands defensively.
“Word travels fast,” he said with a nervous laugh. Colin moved towards him quickly and for an insane moment Ryan thought his partner was going to punch him. Instead Colin's arms wrapped around his shoulders in a fierce hug.
“I'm not worth it Ry,” Colin whispered, his breath hot against Ryan's neck. Ryan gripped Colin's arms and pushed him back slightly so he could see his partner's eyes.
“You know better than that,” Ryan said. His lips met Colin's in a kiss that was edged with desperation. When they finally broke apart, Colin laid his head against Ryan's shoulder.
“Are you sure about this?” He couldn't help but ask.
“Want me to prove it to you?” Ryan asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Colin couldn't help but laugh at the absurd expression.
“You better get that front door open before we give your neighbours a show,” Colin's voice was breathless from laughter and Ryan thought he had never sounded sexier. He pressed another kiss to Colin's lips as he fumbled in his pockets for his keys. They laughed between kisses as it took Ryan three attempts to get the door open. The pair stumbled towards the bedroom, pulling off their own and each others clothes as they went along. Colin almost fell down the stairs as he pulled off his socks and only Ryan's quick reflexes saved him from taking a tumble.
“Saved your life,” Ryan murmured as he pulled Colin against him.
“My hero,” Colin dead panned. Ryan backed his partner into the bedroom and with a feral grin he pushed Colin backwards onto the bed.
“You know, I kept a souvenir of our days on the force,” Ryan held up one hand to reveal a pair of handcuffs dangling from his fingers. Colin's eyes darkened and his straining arousal showed his approval.
“Why the hell have we never used cuffs before?”
“Did I say you could talk?” Ryan said, voice low and dangerous, as he stalked towards the bed. Colin wisely didn't reply. “Hands above your head.” Ryan commanded. He felt a thrill of adrenaline and power as Colin did just that. Ryan climbed onto the bed and straddled Colin, almost losing his concentration when their arousals rubbed together. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip, the flash of pain giving him back the focus that he'd lost. Ryan moved with expertise and soon had Colin handcuffed to the wrought iron headboard. Colin gave his bindings an experimental tug. They held fast and he couldn't help but moan out loud. The fact that he was cuffed and pinned to the bed by his lovers body turned Colin on more than he cared to admit.
“Well well,” Ryan purred, more than a little pleased at his partner's reaction. “Looks like someone has a kinky side.” He leaned down and gently nipped at the side of Colin's neck. Colin jumped slightly at the unexpected sensation then hissed as Ryan soothed the area with his tongue. The handcuffs clinked against the headboard as Colin instinctively tried to touch his lover.
“Ryan,” Colin panted as long fingers brushed against his nipples. “Stop teasing.” Ryan leaned down to replace his fingers with his tongue. He licked and worried Colin's nipples with his teeth until his lover was writhing beneath him. Ryan pulled back and blew a breath of warm air over Colin's glistening flesh.
“I could tease you for hours and there'd be nothing you could do about it,” Ryan's voice rumbled deep and low, the vibration made the hairs on Colin's neck stand on end. Already hard and aching, those words sent a surge of desperation through Colin and he pulled hard against the cuffs. “Hey, go easy,” Ryan noticed Colin's tension instantly and held down his wrists to stop him from hurting himself. He pressed a chaste kiss to Colin's forehead. “You want them off?” He offered.
“No!” Colin said, surprising both Ryan and himself with the vehement declaration. Ryan smiled down at him and Colin thought he had never seen someone look so sexy.
“So, why don't you tell me what you do want?” Ryan drawled. Just as Colin opened his mouth to reply Ryan rolled his hips, creating delicious friction and making Colin lose all sense of coherency. When Ryan pulled away to reach for the lube Colin's ability to speak returned with a vengeance as he turned the air blue. Ryan couldn't help but reach down and stroke his own raging erection, god but it turned him on when Colin got angry.
“Spread 'em,” he said, gratified when Colin's legs parted instantly. After taking a moment to admire the view Ryan moved to kneel between Colin's thighs. Urged on by Colin's breathy moans, Ryan made quick work of preparing his lover. He took his slick arousal in hand and rubbed the head in circles against Colin's entrance. Colin looked up at him, eyes full of lust, and nodded his head slightly. That was all the encouragement Ryan needed. His hips surged forward and he pushed past that ring of muscle with little difficulty. As soon as he was fully sheathed Ryan paused, eyes closed, trying to regain a measure of self control. Colin wasn't having that. His strong legs found purchase on the mattress and with a growl of satisfaction he began to thrust his hips, fucking himself on Ryan's thick cock.
“Fuck,” Ryan's green eyes flew open at the heavenly friction. It only took him a moment to gather his senses then he grabbed Colin's hips, halting his movement. He leaned right over Colin's body until he could whisper in his ear. “I'm in control right now.” Ryan said and felt Colin's erection twitch against his stomach.
“Why don't you prove it?” Colin said with a wicked grin. Ryan could never resist a challenge. As he began to thrust in earnest, Ryan's fingers bit into Colin's hips. Colin moaned as Ryan pressed against that sweet spot deep inside of him over and over again. His hands found the bars of the headboard and held on tight as Ryan pounded into him.
“Ryan!” Colin's back arched almost off the bed as Ryan's fingers found his arousal and pumped it in time with his thrusts.
“Oh god,” Ryan groaned as he felt himself getting ever closer to the precipice. “Look at me Col,” Ryan's hand moved faster over Colin's throbbing erection. They made eye contact and held it as they raced towards completion. One more stroke of Ryan's hand, one more thrust of his hips was enough to make Colin lose it. His hands turned white knuckled around the headboard and his toes curled against the sheets as he came all over Ryan's hand. Seeing Colin handcuffed and writhing in ecstasy beneath him shattered the last of Ryan's control. He thrust in deep one more time and held there, screaming Colin's name as he came deep inside his lover.
After a long moment Ryan pulled out as gently as he could and rolled onto his side next to Colin. Both men were panting hard, their bodies glistening with sweat.
“That was...” Colin said, after he finally recovered himself. He couldn't seem to find the right word to describe how the intense bout of lovemaking had made him feel. Luckily, Ryan seemed to understand.
“Yeah it was,” he said with a warm grin. He kissed Colin briefly, both still too worn out to start anything further. The soft clink of the cuffs against the headboard pulled Ryan from his post-coital stupor. He grabbed the keys from the beside table and freed his partner.
“You okay?” Ryan asked in concern when Colin rubbed his wrists. The Canadian nodded and gave him a reassuring smile.
“Just rubbed a little,” he said, showing Ryan the pink rings around his wrists. “It'll be fine in an hour,” Ryan pressed a kiss to each of Colin's hands.
“Now I see why people buy fur lined cuffs,” he murmured.
“We'll have to invest in a pair,” Colin's voice was warm and teasing. Both men lay back on the large bed and stared up at the ceiling.
“Hmm,” Ryan hummed his approval, feeling completely at peace with the world.
“You should call Herrera,” Colin said suddenly. Ryan blinked at the non sequitur.
“You're thinking about Herrera at a time like this?” He asked, rolling onto his side so he could look at his partner. Colin was still looking at the ceiling.
“Sorry. It's just...you're a good cop, Ry. Not like – .”
“If you say you're not a good cop I will hurt you,” Ryan interrupted, only half joking. “You might play the bad cop at times but you're the best damned officer I've ever met.”
“You're biased,” Colin said, a smile curling his lips. Ryan knew what was really playing on Colin's mind.
“I read the transcript,” he admitted. “The Monroe case where you hit the suspect. I needed to know what happened,” Colin turned to look at him and Ryan could see the trepidation in his dark eyes.
“And?”
“And I think you displayed amazing control only hitting the bastard once,” Ryan said. He felt more than heard Colin's sigh of relief. “It was when he started in on me, wasn't it?”
“I couldn't stand to hear him talk about you like that,” Colin said, his eyes troubled at the memory. “I shouldn't have done it though. What the hell are we supposed to do now?”
“Don't worry about it,” Ryan said. “I'm sure there are lots of things we can do.”
“Oh yeah?” Colin said doubtingly. “Like what?”
“We could be...pornstars, yeah, we could be pornstars,” Ryan said, pleased when he got a laugh from Colin.
“Who's gonna pay to see us have sex?” Colin grinned. Ryan licked his finger and pressed it to his hip with a hiss.
“Hey, I'm hot stuff baby. Do I need to get the handcuffs out again?” Colin couldn't resist kissing Ryan until the taller man was breathless once more.
“I don't think I like the idea of sharing you,” Colin said after he pulled away. “You'll have to think of something else.”
“Salesmen?”
“No.”
“News anchors?”
“No.”
“Weather men?”
“Nope.”
“International spies?”
“Ryan...”
“I got it...dishwasher repair men. It's my dream job,” Ryan watched in quiet delight as Colin dissolved into floods of laughter.
“You can't even fix your toaster,” Colin said, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“That's true,” Ryan admitted. “It doesn't matter what we do though, you're still gonna be my partner, right?”
“Right,” Colin said firmly. He wrapped his arms around Ryan and pulled him into a hug. Only Ryan could lift his mood like that, could make him feel better no matter what. In that instant Colin knew for certain that Ryan was going to be his partner for the rest of his life. And that, Colin realised, was the only thing that mattered.
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Date: 2010-09-12 08:45 pm (UTC)Loved your take on the good cop/bad cop theme and yay for Ry/Col slashiness! Great work! ^_^
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Date: 2010-09-12 08:53 pm (UTC)Thank you muchly! *waves Ry/Col flag*
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Date: 2010-09-12 09:58 pm (UTC)Door-to-door handcuff salesmen?
Anyway. I love it.
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Date: 2010-09-13 04:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-13 04:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-13 05:59 am (UTC)“Oh yeah?” Colin said doubtingly. “Like what?”
“We could be...pornstars, yeah, we could be pornstars.” Ryan said, pleased when he got a laugh from Colin.
“Who's gonna pay to see us have sex?” Colin grinned. Ryan licked his finger and pressed it to his hip with a hiss.
“Hey, I'm hot stuff baby."
Yes you are Ryan!! And I would, Colin!!!! *passes out from the hawt*
Okay, too much? Nah... Too much is never enough. *heads for shower*
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Date: 2010-09-13 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-16 07:47 am (UTC)stilmoch
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Date: 2010-09-16 07:14 pm (UTC)