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solutioning) wrote2013-11-28 03:39 am
solutioning) wrote2013-11-28 03:39 am
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How To Be A Good Sport
Regrettably, it was morning. Pale sunlight filtered through the blinds. Erwin tossed the file on his desk, set his mug (Number One Dad, though he was nobody's father) next to it, and sank heavily into his chair. The station coffee managed to be both watery and bitter-burnt, so it was really only bearable when it was still steaming. He had developed the trick of distracting himself while he drank so that he would notice as little of the scalding or the taste as possible. Today's reading was the report Lieutenant Levi had put together after the nasty situation at the chemical plant a few weeks back. He leafed through the pages. A straightforward homicide case, disgruntled worker, two bodies, a co-worker and a supervisor, dumped into a vat of solvent in an attempt to hide the evidence. The suspect had been spotted on site and Levi had run him down on foot, apparently sprinting over a walkway and hauling his ass up a 15-meter scaffold to do so. The thought of it sent a familiar chill down Erwin's spine, not unpleasantly.
He'd see Levi soon enough. Probably he was cleaning up last night's paperwork, and waiting, in his cunning way, for Captain Smith to be awake enough to fully appreciate what was coming to him. And Captain Smith did wonder what it was going to be - ugly sweater? Silly hat? Levi's sense of humor was very strange and Erwin didn't put it past him to show up with some instrument of minor torture, like shoes in the wrong size.
But then, if he didn't want to be a good sport about losing a bet, he shouldn't have been betting with Levi in the first place.
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His next action belied his agreement -- Levi had slipped off the desk, cup held at the rim by his fingertips, undeterred by the steam hitting his palm. There was something calculating in the look he gave Erwin then -- a cat waiting to see whether the bird had gotten spooked yet.
He rounded the table slowly, almost ceremonial in his steady, silent advance. Miraculously, the coffee level remained even, even as Levi reached his goal -- Erwin's chair -- paused for a moment, and then deposited himself neatly into his captain's lap.
The height difference almost went away like this, especially when he slung his free arm over Erwin's shoulders an leaned in, close enough to feel Erwin exhale.
"Here it is," he announced, drily. The coffee floated somewhere at about Erwin's chest-level, its contents still preternaturally still.
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A warm, perfectly firm ass snuggled into his lap. Levi was heavier than he looked, wonderfully so, and his dick didn't miss it. Levi's lean body crushed up next to his. Even in this he was martial and precise, his legs dangling easily, his wrist steady, no less in control of himself now than he was at the firing range. He smelled clean and virile. His fine skin, which showed so little trace of age, smooth over his small, sharp, serious features, looked as good up close as it ever had in any of Erwin's covert moments of watching Levi from afar. A perilous thrill ran down all his limbs.
He frowned at Levi's cool, smug expression. When he reached, it was to gently tug the cup free of Levi's grasp. He set it on the desk, and, mindfully, not directly in front of him but off to the side, towards the corner.
"This is a bad idea."
He said it in a factual sort of way. Clearly it was meant that this was factually a bad idea, and not a matter of opinion. Or desire. There was no unsteadiness in his blue eyes, no laughter or hope crumpling thick blond brows. For all intents and purposes he looked unmoved.
Against the crook of his arm Levi could no doubt feel all the things which Erwin couldn't control: the sudden lifting heat of his skin, the thump of his pulse - much too fast for someone just sitting around doing paperwork. Against his ass he'd feel other signs, too, just as helpless, and just as unlikely to provoke any open admission from Erwin.
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It was difficult to stay collected, now, with the object of his hunger so close. Hard to keep so still, with Erwin's lace-covered dick against his ass; deliberately, Levi shifted against it, not quite holding in his shiver. His free hand had come up to trace the strong, masculine line of Erwin's jaw, then dipped beneath to sneak steam-hot fingers under his collar, splayed over his collar bone.
"I want it," he demanded, so quietly the words would have gotten lost had they not been sharing breaths. "My forfeit."
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However cool he looked externally inside a lust so powerful he felt sick with it pounded in his throat and thickened his dick. Almost enough to make him forget to breathe. Levi's mouth so close to his own, Levi's body against his own, this thing that he'd cheerfully shoved aside looming over him now, horribly possible. He wanted it so much that the vastness of wanting was a caution in itself and dragged him irretrievably back to his responsibilities. A stoic, silent pain, like swallowing something too big that sticks in the gullet.
His whisper was low and bare. "I'm going to give you," He swallowed, and this little motion brought his lips so close to Levi's that he felt their warmth. His other hand curled around the back of Levi's head and felt with relish the short, soft prickling of his black undercut. "A few hours to cool down, lieutenant. If you still feel this way tonight..."
Then what. He didn't do this kind of thing. There weren't any plans for this eventuality. With difficulty, he continued. "...My place."
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What he was listening to was the quick sound of Erwin's breathing, his voice rumbling low in his throat -- the movement in his throat when he swallowed, felt just barely through the fingertips Levi splayed over his throat -- something large and hot pressing against his ass, even through both of their clothing. He wanted nothing more than to strip Erwin of his, to feel more of his steady hands, to hear that smooth voice heavy with desire...
But Erwin wanted him to wait.
And, even in this, Levi would obey. Not without making a point, however.
Both his hands swept up, now, to cup Erwin's face and hold him carefully still. For a moment, Levi only watched him, composed if it had not been for the faint flush of arousal on his impassive face.
"A tithe," he barely warned, before leaning in to take the kiss. It was neither long nor deep: just the firm, warm pressure of his mouth against Erwin's, the barest hint of Levi's tongue swiping across Erwin's lower lip -- then he was gone. Entirely, as he was slipping off his captain's lap and heading towards the door.
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He got up and slid open the blinds on an outside window and watched the parking lot until he felt like he could focus again. Then it was back to the paperwork which he failed to finish during the morning meeting, also due to failure to focus.
At 8:37 pm, in his comfortable, well-kept two-bedroom house in a quiet residential part of town, Erwin was preparing dinner. He had not yet changed from his work clothes; he'd only shed the jacket and tie. The TV was on in the other room and tuned to the news. He was in the kitchen with all the lights on, turning over a single chicken breast in a pan, and had all of the other accouterments of a responsible bachelor meal at hand: broccoli, salt and pepper, a dish of reheated rice pilaf, a tumbler of scotch. The last part was not customary.
A manageable anticipation leapt in his heart. Every now and then he looked to the back door, which opened onto the deck and yard. Whether or not Levi came, whether or not it was a bad idea, whether or not anything would happen, that was not something he could plan for. Whatever happened there was an inevitability; he couldn't seriously turn Levi away any more than he could demand that he come. However: he could plan for a good outcome and for a bad one, which he did, impartially, as the grandfather clock in the foyer ticked the minutes.
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He hadn't allowed himself to think about it again until he was leaving work. Even then, these were only vague thoughts about Erwin's house and the most efficient route there.
He hadn't taken said route, instead stopping in a bar -- not the same one they'd gone to last time -- for a moment with a beer. It was necessary, this time; because he didn't feel like rushing to Erwin's door like an overeager puppy, and because, more importantly, it would have felt wrong to invade Erwin's home with the crises and worries of the day freshly clinging to him, with his mercenary edges still so sharp.
At least tonight, this had to be distinct from their work.
It did not take long to find Erwin's house after that. He'd stared at the front door for a few seconds, and then, out of some unnamed instinct, jumped the low fence to pad silently towards the back deck instead. He could see Erwin through the glass door, tall and golden even in the artificial kitchen light. For another long moment, he just watched from the shadows -- the way his hands moved as he worked, his military-straight posture, the attractively open collar of his shirt.
The notion of still feeling this way had never seemed more laughable.
Levi's knock on the glass was sharp and brief. Then he waited, hands stuck inside his bomber jacket to ward off the late-autumn chill.
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He turned off the burner instead and moved the pan off the heat, and reached for a kitchen towel to wipe his hands down. Nothing changed in his expression; there was no hitch in his step, no haste or reticence, as he came to the door and opened it.
An old saying crossed his mind: only lovers come to the back door. The front door might have been anything. The back door was an intentional trespass, an avoidance of prying neighbors and spies.
Levi's perfect lithe figure straddled the line between soldier and thug. Like this, with his hands concealed and the darkness slouching at his back, young-looking and dangerous, it was a little more thug. Erwin thought about touching him right away, lifting his chin and examining him, stripping off his coat and leaving it on the floor, having sex with him, maybe right up against the wall. A piercing hunger hid in his eyes. He didn't have to think about tomorrow anymore; it had already been planned for.
"Hello," he said, pleasant and neutral. That was the end of his cool act. One hand curled around the back of Levi's head and Erwin bent to him, serious, hungry, to give back the kiss he'd been teased with that afternoon.
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Erwin's open hunger sent a sharp thrill down his spine; Levi tilted his body upwards, pressed into him, kissing back open-mouthed and filthy, like he could convey weeks' worth of fantasies and stolen glances with this gesture alone. His free hand had slipped down Erwin's side to find his perfectly muscular ass. His fingers skittered over it like he could feel the lace beneath, before squeezing with a slightly menacing, greedy glee.
Captain Erwin's ass had also featured prominently in his frame of mind, earlier in the day.