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Sorry it's taken so long! This is for PDGlyph for te Feedback month cos she won and picked me! :P Yes, that was a massive ego boost. Hope you enjoy this, Greg/Colin is a new one for me!

Title: Thieves And Thievery.
Pairing: Greg/Colin.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Colin and Greg are two thieves with a partnership that rivals none other. But when Greg starts feeling more, can their partnership last?
Notes: AU and written for PDGlyph. Lots of swearing.

 

Thieves And Thievery

“Tom.” The voice said over the earphone. “You there?”

“Roger Jerry.”

“No need to be so formal Tom.”

“Go fuck yourself Jerry and tell me where I’m going.”

The 6”2 man crept along the back room of what he hoped was a large jewellery store. It was in pitch darkness and so he was relying on his second set of his eyes and ears.

“Woah woah, back up Tom.”

The man froze. “Go back about three steps.” The man did so. “Back a couple more.” The man complied. “Forward one step.”

“Fucking hell Jerry, you’re supposed to know where the fuck everything is!”

“I do know! On your right, there should be a keypad.” The man took out a flashlight that was stored in his tool belt and switched it onto a dim light. He swung it about until he saw the keypad that his partner had informed him of. “I’ve got it.”

“Now remember those two fancy cables I gave you? Plug them in to the side. There’s should be two openings. One will say input, one will say output. One in each Tom.”

“Done.”

“You’ve this before no?”

“Shut the fuck up Jerry.”

“Lighten up. Give me five seconds. Look at the screen and watch the magic.”

The man called ‘Tom’ watched as ‘Jerry’ obviously done something complicated with his computer, and disabled the security. “Righty-ho Tom, you’re on.”

“Can you guarantee that nothing will go off this time.”

“I promise you Tom, otherwise I’ll suck your cock.”

“Let’s leave your wet dreams for later talk eh?”

‘Tom’ could hear ‘Jerry’ chuckle. Their banter was one of the reason their partnership worked so well, but, he had to admit that ‘Jerry’s’ joke about sex made him a little uncomfortable. He had always wondered about ‘Jerry’s’ sexuality, and his recent comments weren’t making it any easier to distinguish between jokes and serious conversation.

He snuck down the hall with a hidden grace until he came across the door leading to what he knew was the front of the shop.

“Jerry, Jerry!”

“What?”

“Security cameras.”

“Oh shit. Forgot about them.” ‘Tom’ heard typing over his earpiece. “Done.”

“I’m gonna kick your ass when we get out of here, we had this planned!”

“I forgot one thing! It’s sorted now! Just do your bit!”

‘Tom’ opened the door, and instantly caught sight of the security camera. He was wearing a mask but could still be identified. He couldn’t see the telltale flashing green light, gathered his courage and entered the room. No alarms. Good. He took a black bag that had been carefully folded out of his tool belt, and gently shook it open. The room itself was filled with glass cases and cabinets, all holding jewellery made of pure gold and silver, decorated with precious and rare jewels. ‘Tom’ held his breath as he slowly reached out, touched the first panel of glass and gently slid it open. Still no alarms. He let out his breath. He quickly loaded all the items in the cabinet in his bag. He then moved onto the second cabinet, held his breath again as he opened it. Still no alarms.

“Hurry up Tom. Your heavy breathing is make me horny.”

“You start jacking off over this mic, I swear I will remove your testicles with a tiara.”

‘Tom’ quickly filled his bad with all the jewellery in the case, all the while thinking of the pay for this particular job. There was more than $10 million in the bag he was currently carrying, and they could sell it for much more. He slid the final glass door shut, and began to walk towards the back door again. A sudden light appeared and ‘Tom’ fell to the ground, hiding behind the only solid counter in the room where the cash till was kept.

“Jerry!” He whispered down the mic. “There’s someone outside.”

“Stay down. Do not move a fucking muscle Tom.”

“What is it?”

“Cops. Don’t move.”

“Get rid of them!”

“What do you want me to do?”

“You so keen on my breathing? Go up and ask them if they want-” ‘Tom’ suddenly stopped talking as a flashlight was shone through the glass doors of the store. “Jerry. Distract them for ten seconds and I can get out.” ‘Tom’ heard the sound of van doors opening and closing.

“Don’t forget the cables Tom.” Jerry whispered down his mic before he strolled over the officers. “Excuse me officers, can you help me?” The flashlight went off and ‘Tom’ braced himself. “You see, I’m looking for the nearest hostel to stay at and I don’t know where to go.” ‘Tom’ got his hint and quickly snuck out through the door. Over his earpiece, he could vaguely hear the officers directing ‘Jerry’ to the nearest hostel five blocks away. ‘Tom’ yanked the cables out of the security system as he passed and left the store through the window he had entered in. He ripped off the mask, stuffed it into the bag, and jogged along the back alleyway until he came to the opening in the street. He could spot his and ‘Jerry’s’ van, and also Jerry walking back to it. He heard a car engine start up and quickly jumped back a nearby dumpster as the police car drove past. As soon as the police car couldn’t be heard, ‘Tom’ emerged from his hiding place and walked quickly to the van. Just as he jumped into the back, the engine started up and the van skidded away, leaving behind an empty shop.

“So ‘Tom’, did you get it all?”

“Yeah, and in future, can you please remember the plans?”

‘Tom’ began taking his tool belt off. “You know Colin,” the man known as Jerry began, “I’m not likin’ these code names that we’ve been using. Tom and Jerry?”

“They work don’t they?”

“Yeah, but couldn’t we use more imaginative ones?”

“Like?”

“Bonnie and Clyde?”

“Your originality is astounding.”

“Lewis and Oswald?”

“Only if I can be Lewis.”

“Shit.”

During the conversation, Colin had taken off his tool belt and black clothes and had changed into jeans and a shirt. The bag full of jewels had been stored in a hidden compartment underneath the driver’s chair. He clambered through to the passenger seat and turned to his partner.

“Well Greg, I think we’ve hit the big one this time.”

Greg turned and smiled at Colin. “Fucking right we have, my friend. There’s at least ten million dollars in that bag, and we can sell it all for thirty.”

“Fucking shit myself when the cops came up.”

“I swear my heart stopped when they shined the flashlight in.”

“We done it though!” The two men shared a high five, and began to wind down after the initial adrenaline rush of completing their job.

“I feel like going out and fucking something tonight.” Greg suddenly stated.

“You can go out and fuck something,” Colin informed him, stretching himself out, “I’m going to get so drunk I forget where my ass is.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll remind ya where that is.” Greg said, tipping a wink to Colin. Colin smiled a little uncertainly, but took it as a joke. A slightly uncomfortable silence filled the van until Greg cleared his voice. “So, what are you gonna buy?”

“With what?” Colin asked him, thrown by the sudden change in conversation.

“Your half.”

“Oh, um…. Well, actually, I was thinking about buying an apartment.”

“On your own?”

“Er….yeah.”

“Oh.”

The silence that had been slightly uncomfortable before now erupted. The two men had met in college and had lived together ever since. They had been there for each other through every up and down in their lives, through every failed relationships, through the death of their respective parents. Greg had always imagined them growing old together, laughing still at the ugly people that they had slept with over the years, sipping beers and whiskey, smoking large cigars, living somewhere sunny.

More recently though, Greg had been questioning his feelings for Colin. He couldn’t deny that he found the man extremely attractive. He was. Colin always had the most beautiful women coming on to him, he moved with such grace and confidence even though he was quite a tall man. He was intelligent, always planning all their heists down to the final smallest detail. The jokes he made were his pitiful attempt to hide his feelings until he figured out exactly what he felt. He ha answered his own question though, two nights ago. They had gone through the plans for what felt the fiftieth time, and Colin had fallen asleep on the couch. Greg had placed a blanket over him and had sat watching him sleep for around two hours, admiring every part of his face. He had only just restrained himself from reaching out and stroking his cheek. When Colin had woken up, Greg has pretended to had fallen asleep too, hoping that Colin would wake him up, declare his love and then make passionate love to him all night. Instead, Colin had slapped his arm to wake him up and told him that he was going to bed and that Greg should get some sleep.

As Greg pulled their van into their street, he found himself hoping that tonight, maybe, he could tell Colin how he felt. His jokes were becoming more flirtatious, and were hiding his feelings as well as he had hoped. Colin jumped through to the back of the van and began fumbling with the hidden compartment. Greg got out to open the door to their block of flats so Colin could walk in quickly so as not to attract the attention of their neighbours. They remained in silence as they rode the elevator, and remained quiet until they entered their apartment. Their hands had brushed as they had exited the elevator, which had distracted Greg. All he could imagine was those hands all over his body. Colin opened the door, walked in and instantly flung himself into a chair, setting the bag of jewellery next to him. Greg followed him in and lay across the couch.

“Do you think we’re normal thieves?” Greg wondered aloud.

“What do you mean?” Colin muttered.

“Col, we’ve just robbed a store of $10 million. We come home, and act like we’ve both just come back from an everyday job. You know, ‘Hey, how was your day?’. ‘Not bad, we’ve just earned $10 million in half an hour.’”

“You’re forgetting the three weeks of planning.”

“OK, in three weeks, we’ve earned $10 million. Should we be like, running away somewhere?”

Colin sighed, and closed his eyes. “If we’re going to get into this discussion again, I must be consuming alcohol.”

“Good idea.”

“Go get it then.”

Greg got up grumbling from the couch and collected a case of beer from the kitchen. He walked back through from the kitchen, taking a couple of seconds to admire Colin’s physique, even when he was sitting down, before placing the case next to the couch and lying back down. He threw a beer over to Colin, popped one open for himself and waited for Colin to speak.

“Right Greg, this has to be the last time we have this conversation alright? This is not the first time we have done this, although with this pay off, it might be the last. Every time we do a job, you get this crisis of conscience. OK, we’re doing something that may hurt other people. But we do checks Greg. They have insurance, they will get the money back. And yes, we should come home and act like this is a normal job. Because it is for us. Alright? Other people are doctors, some are teachers, we are thieves. And damn good ones.”

“And the running away thing?”


“It would attract too much attention if we suddenly up and went wouldn’t it?”

“Suppose.” Greg mumbled. Colin was always right, he didn’t know why he questioned him. Partly because he did have a crisis of conscience whenever they completed a job, and also partly because he loved listen to Colin talk. His Canadian accent was music to his ears, and often calmed him. “Do you really want to find your own apartment though?”

“Maybe.” Colin rubbed his eyes. “I don’t know Greg. I mean, we’ve lived together for nearly fifteen years. It was fun I suppose, for the first ten years, but now. Now, I mean, I’m beginning to want the family thing.”

“Kids?”

“No, not kids. Just someone to wake up with in the mornings, you know, someone to share the rest of my life with. I can’t really pick up someone when I say that I’ve been living with a man for the past fifteen years.”

The two men shared a giggle. “I suppose yeah.” Greg agreed.

“But yeah, I want that now Greg.”

“You could you know.”

“Not when I’m living with you.”

“Yes you could.”

Colin opened his eyes and stared at his friend. “What the fuck are you talking about Greg?”

“Nothing.” Greg sighed. Colin frowned in puzzlement, got up and walked through to the kitchen. Greg was confusing him more and more. He could understand if Greg was a little upset at him wanting to move out, but he was talking like he was going to miss him as more than a friend. And it was scaring him shitless. If Greg did feel more than friendship, then Colin was damn sure that he had never led him on. He had never shown Greg anything more than friendship, he made sure that he had never shown any indication that he wanted Greg. He sighed aloud, picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and then began to make his way back through to the lounge but found his way blocked by Greg.

“I lied before Col.” Greg began. “I knew what I was talking about.” He paused, trying to collect his nerve. “For a while, my feelings for you have changed. I don’t know what it is, but recently, you know, I’ve been thinking about the future, and well, you know, with you moving out, I’ve been thinking more, and, I was wondering, about, well-”

“Greg, you’re rambling. What are you saying?” Colin ordered, a feeling which resembled dread building in his chest.

“I like you Col. More than friends.”

The two men stared at each other for what felt like the longest two minutes in both their lives. Greg stared with desperation and hope, Colin stared with disbelief. “Well?” Greg asked, unable to stand the tension.

Colin let out a deep breath. “I’m gonna let that go for now Greg. We’ve had a long stressful day, I’m going to go to bed, and tomorrow we’ll act like you never said anything. Alright?”

“I can’t keep ignoring this Col.”

“You’re going to have to Greg.”

“I can’t. Do you know how hard it’s been for the past couple of weeks, having to be around you all the time? I’ve tried to ignore but when I wake up, you’re there. When I go to sleep, you’re there. Every second of every day, you’re there. I can’t ignore this when you’re there all the time.”

“Well, I’m sorting that by moving out then aren’t I?” Colin said, in the coldest voice that Greg had ever heard. Colin pushed by Greg, leaving him in the doorway of the kitchen, barely holding his tears back. Why had he just done that? Why had he just ruined the best friendship and partnership of his life? The tears began to fall then, and Greg collapsed to his knees. Colin heard the crying of his friend, walked through to his bedroom and closed the door.

He lay on his bed and thought of Greg, sipping from his bottle of whisky. He had thought that Greg perhaps thought of him as more than friends, but he never thought that Greg would actually come out and say it. He loved Greg, but only as a friend. Whenever he thought of his future, he always imagined him and Greg still best friends, holidaying with their wives, maybe even kids running around. But, as lovers? No. He could still hear Greg sobbing in the kitchen, and listened carefully as he heard Greg pick up the crate of beer, and go through to his own bedroom. He obviously had the same plan as Greg now. Get drunk, and forget that they had ever had that conversation.

 

Around three hours later, Greg was slowly drifting off into sleep. He had drank around fifteen bottles of beer and was struggling to stay awake. His lights were off and he had hidden himself under the duvet covers in a childish attempt to shut out the world. After being rejected by Colin, he felt no sense of purpose anymore. It might have been the drink, but he couldn’t see any points anymore. He curled himself into the foetal positions and felt his tears starting up again. He was surprised that he had any left.

Greg then heard his bedroom door open, and then close. Maybe Colin was checking in on him, making sure that he hadn’t topped himself or something. What Greg didn’t expect was someone to crawl into bed with him, and wrap their limbs around him.

“Who the fuck-?” He began.

“Shh.” Colin silenced him. Greg quickly turned over in bed, which wasn’t the best idea considering the amount of alcohol in his system. He stilled for a minute to let everything settle down again before looking into Colin’s eyes.

“What are you doing?” Greg asked him, sobering up by the second.

“Nothing.” Greg instantly smelt the enormous amount of whisky on Colin’s breath. Colin shifted closer to Greg, and it was then that Greg felt something hard pressing into his thigh. Greg felt him harden, cursing his lack of control over his libido.

“Colin, I can’t, we can’t-”

“Shut up.” Colin slurred roughly. “You want this, so I’m giving you it.”

“Oh Col.” Greg sighed. He leant forward to kiss Colin but Colin pulled back.

“No. No kissing. One night Greg. And we do what I want. Take it or leave it.”

Greg paused for a second. They were both inebriated, Colin obviously more so, was this really the best idea? Then Colin shifted again, and when Greg felt the hardness in Colin’s pants brush against his own, any resolve he had went out the window.

“Alright.”

Colin growled, flipped Greg over and pulled him up onto his knees. He placed himself behind Greg, and began rubbing himself up and down Greg’s ass. Greg couldn’t help but moan.

“Do you want this?” Colin asked coldly.

“Yeeeeees.” Greg moaned. Damn, he fucking wanted it.

“Tell me how much.”

“So much. I need you to fuck me.”

“Take your shirt off.” Greg hurriedly tugged it off. When he was back on his hands and knees, Colin began pulling down his trousers and roughly entered him with an index finger. Greg screamed out in an odd mixture of pleasure and pain. “Fucking hell Col.” Greg began squirming as Colin added his second finger and began stretching him out. As he swirled his fingers, Colin leaned over Greg. “Do you still want this?” He whispered harshly. Greg groaned in reply. Suddenly, Colin removed his fingers. “Thought you did.” Greg had to blink a few times to collect his thoughts. When the haze of lust finally left, he realised that Colin had gone, leaving him panting for breath and so hard that he could have churned butter with his erection.

Filled with rage, he tugged up his trousers and burst through to Colin’s room, where Colin was lying on his bed, swigging happily from his near empty bottle of whisky.

“You fucking bastard.” Greg swore.

Mmm hmm.” Colin agreed.

“You know how I feel, and you mock me with it?”

Colin hummed in agreement again.

“Well, do you know what I think Colin?!” Greg raised his voice. “I think you feel the same way! In case you haven’t noticed, you’ve got a hard on as well!” Colin looked down with disinterest. “You just came onto me!”

Colin swallowed hard. Greg saw his window of opportunity and went for it. He walked forward until he was standing next to Colin’s bed. “Why won’t you just admit it Col?”

“Because I don’t Greg.”

“You’re lying. After spending fifteen years of essentially 24/7 contact, I know when you’re lying. You can’t even look me in the eye and say you don’t.”

Colin looked at Greg then and said, “I don’t Greg.”

“You don’t what Col.” Greg said. It wasn’t a question, but he had to keep Colin’s attention and when Colin looked away and muttered, “I don’t like you,” Greg smiled to himself.

Greg decided to take a chance and clambered onto the bed, and straddled Colin. “Look me in the eye and say that you don’t want this.” Greg took Colin’s hand and placed them on his hips. “Tell me that you don’t want this for one night.” Colin couldn’t do it. Greg leaned down until he was centimetres away from Colin’s mouth. “Tell me to stop.” He leant forward and kissed Colin, and when Colin opened his mouth and their tongues met for the first time, Greg was in heaven. They sat up, still connected, exploring each other’s mouths.

“Bed.” Colin growled.

Greg frowned. “We’re in bed.”

“Not my bed. Yours.” Colin swung his legs over the edge of the bed, with Greg still on his lap and stood up, lifting Greg up on to his hips with a hidden strength, attacking his mouth over and over again.

“Oh fuck.” Greg muttered in between kisses. “Want this, want you.”

“Shut up.” Colin ordered. “No talking.”

They crashed into several things on their way to Greg’s bedroom, Colin was sure that he had damn near dislocated his knees after banging into a cabinet. Eventually they made it to Greg’s bedroom, and the door slammed shut.

 

When Greg woke up the next day, the first thing that he was aware of was his massive hangover. And the fact that he was alone. He pulled the covers back, hoping that Colin would be curled up in a corner, willing again his own hangover. Instead, he was still alone, and very naked. He jumped out of the bed, cradling his head in his hands and padded through to the kitchen to get some tablets. After he had taken two tablets and retrieved a glass of water, he settled himself into the sofa, intent on raking through their loot. Which wasn’t there. Greg panicked, looking around the room for the bag. Colin had left it beside the chair he had occupied last night, which was the chair that Greg was currently occupying. He searched the lounge and kitchen for a full hour before giving up and returning to bed, hoping to sleep off his hangover. As he flung himself into bed, he noticed a note on the pillow where Colin had been last night. He picked up the note with dread building up in his heart.

‘Greg,

I’m away to flog the stuff. I need to think.

Colin.


“Shit.” Greg said. “Shit, shit, SHIT!”

 

It was three days before Colin came back. Greg was lying in his bed, the same place that he had been occupying since Colin had left when he heard the front door open. He ran through, dressed in his sweats and t-shirt to find Colin, standing unshaven with a plastic bag full of envelopes and a big smile on his face. Greg stared at him.

“I’ve done it Greg.” Colin said happily, the complete opposite of the man he was three days ago.

“You’ve done what?”

Colin held up the bag. “$40 million.”

Greg felt his jaw drop. “$40 million?”

“Yeah. And I can get us another $20 million.”

“How?”

“I found us a new customer. He’s recently set up a new business and what he wants is what we can get. And he’s prepared to pay very handsomely for it.”

Greg grinned. If they got that kind of pay out, then they wouldn’t have to pull another job again. Ever. “And what about, um…….”

Colin cocked his head, frowning in confusion. “What about what?”

“Never mind.” Greg said, unable to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “What’s the job?” The smile returned to Colin’s face as he started to explain the heist. That was one thing that Greg loved about Colin. Whenever they got a new job, his excitement resembled a child at Christmas and was infectious. As Colin went through a basic idea of their job, Greg watched him pacing around the room, his arms flailing everywhere. It was amazingly obvious how much Colin loved his job, loved the fact that he was good at something that could earn him mega bucks. And usually Greg shared that love with him. But now, there was heartache and pain filling him up. He had known that both he and Colin had been drunk that special night, but he still thought that Colin would at least want to talk about it. Even if it was only to tell him that they couldn’t continue the new aspect of their relationship.

He had been thinking about their relationship for the past three days, and all he could come up with, was how much they had been there for each other. They had been there at every point that each of them had encountered. When Greg had had a bad date, Colin would stay up with him all night, telling him why he didn’t need that particular woman and would then take him out the next night and act as his wingman until they found Greg a woman that he could forget himself in. Their relationship was filled with moments resembling that one. He had come to the conclusion that he had always wondered about what it would be like being with Colin, and it had only been recently that that thought had captured his mind and refused to leave. And now that they had slept together, how could they continue on this perfect thieving partnership and friendship with an air of awkwardness covering every word they spoke? Greg was so engrossed in his thoughts, he didn’t even notice Colin trying to get his attention.

“Greg?” Colin stepped forward a bit. “Greg?” He said a bit louder. Greg didn’t answer him. But the sadness on his face essentially spelt out what he was thinking about. “Greg!” He shouted.

Greg jumped a foot in the air. “Ahh, what, I’m listening!” Colin laughed. “OK, so I wasn’t listening. But you go through the plans at least twenty times so I’m sure I’ll listen to you at some point.” The two men shared a smile. Maybe they would be alright. Maybe they could just forget that night. Even if Greg really really didn’t want to.

“I saved you something you know.” Greg frowned in confusion. Colin dug inside the bag he had brought in and eventually held up a thin cold chain. “I figured that I owed you an apology, and also an explanation.”

Greg didn’t even pretend that he didn’t know what Colin was talking about. “Yeah, you do.”

Colin gave him a small smile. “I was a complete bastard. I knew how you felt, but I didn’t want to face it. Because then I would have had to face a part of myself that I didn’t want to. I’m sorry, and all I can say is that I hope we’re alright.”

Greg held out his hand and Colin placed the chain into his palm. “I accept your apology.”

“We’re alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Can we start over?”

Greg frowned at him again in complete confusion. “Start what over?”

Colin suddenly strode forward, took Greg’s face in his hands and kissed him. Greg brought his hands up and pulled him closer. It was tender and gentle, the opposite of any kisses that they ahd shared previously. They broke apart, and Colin leant forward, until they were joined at the forehead, smiling fondly. “Tell me the plan.” Greg told Colin.

“Well, there’s a store around thirty minutes drive away. Established family business. They’ve recently got some new stock in. Same thing as before….” Colin began. Greg, however, had began kissing his neck, working his way up to his earlobe and back down his jaw line. “Greg….you’re not listening again are you?”

“No.”

“In that case, I have to take you through to my bedroom and fuck you. Whilst sober.”

“That’s a plan I will listening to and follow through to the exact detail.”

“It would make a change from every other fucking plan we make.”

 


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