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Bad Judgement Call	By : Meggiez Category: G through L > Hot Fuzz Views: 1838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Bad Judgement Call
- 1
Nicholas Angel left George Merchant in the charge of Danny, following Skinner out of the pub. He knew he wanted to talk to the man, but he had trouble recalling why. It teased the edge of his liquor-addled mind, making his brows knit as he tried to recall.
Oh, yes…it always seems as if he’s hinting at something…as if he knows something I don’t. The officer frowned, eyes narrowing with agitation. He’d had far too much to drink. He really was going to have to watch his intake when he was hanging around Danny. The memory of Skinner’s thoughtless words floated to the surface to remind him why he was chasing the prat. What kind of twat makes a comment like that to someone grieving in any case?
The air was cool against the too warm face, the officer looking about for the storeowner. He spied the tall man turning the corner and into the alley a block away. Nicholas called out to him, but Skinner either didn’t hear or was ignoring him. A heavy sigh gusted from the blonde, resigned to chasing down the dark-haired man if need be.
Grumbling, Nicholas lengthened his stride, eyes flicking about the street in a nervous habit. He rounded the corner and into the soft darkness of the alley, colliding with Skinner. The storeowner stumbled back a few steps, arms wrapping around the officer for balance.
“Careful there, Sergeant Angel. It’s dangerous for one to wander into dark alleys.” Simon Skinner said cheerfully, clutching the shorter man close. “Lord knows what will be waiting.”
“I’m sure.” Nicholas gritted between clenched teeth, trying to pull from his grip unsuccessfully. He could do quite a few painful things to break the dark man’s hold, but he hadn’t been given good reason. The reasons to use deadly force ran through his mind, and none of them fit. “I can handle myself, I assure you.”
Skinner shifted, pressing Nicholas against the brick wall roughly and pinning the smaller body with his. The blonde’s head swam with the sudden movement, his eyes having trouble focusing for a moment.
“Oh, I have no doubts of that…” Skinner murmured, deep voice making the officer’s skin prick as the tall man pinned his arms above his head. The strong scent of red wine lacing the man’s breath teased Nicholas’s lips a moment before Skinner’s crushed them.
Deadly force is now called for! Nicholas thought a split second before jerking his head away and bashing it against the bricks. His brain seemed to slosh in alcohol, vision swimming as Skinner tutted and dove back down to possess the now lax mouth.
The thick tongue plunged into the mouth, bringing the acrid taste of the red wine with it. The mustache scrapped the captive’s skin roughly. The large hips gyrated into Nicholas’s crotch, the erection evident as it shoved into his slowly hardening phallus. His body didn’t seem to have a problem with the situation like the officer’s mind was.
Isn’t the man worried the other N.W.A. Members will see? Nicholas thought before realizing that they were in a blind spot. He knew every position of the cameras set up around town, so Skinner would also. Panic began to swell, but moving was near impossible and his head protested, sending sparks of white behind eyes squeezed shut.
Pain rose and fell with the tides between his ears, finding the rhythm that Skinner set. They growled into each other’s mouth, Skinner with passion and Nicholas with frustration. He couldn’t worm from the other man’s grip and his traitorous body was quickly losing the will to.
It’d been too long since he’d been with anyone, male or female. He’d known that when he realized he was developing an overwhelming fondness for Danny that bordered the extreme. He had switched off around the younger officer, joking and drinking. Trying to teach the boy how to be a real police officer and not the farce the current force was.
The growing feelings had awoken other desires, one that he’d kept dormant for too long. He wanted Danny like he’d always wanted his badge.
He didn’t want Skinner. He didn’t even like the man. He wasn’t above using him, either.
The man may be a bloody murderer and I’m snogging him!
Toss it. No proof, no foul. No one believes me.
This is unbecoming of an officer!
Then I shouldn’t have been drinking.
The last comment cemented his resolve and he ended the internal discussion by delving his tongue into the other man’s mouth. Skinner groaned; beginning the massage the captive wrists, tasting the draft the blonde had chugged all evening. Skinner’s hands dropped to stroke Nicholas’s face gently, dragging blunt nails through the scalp.
Nicholas’s hands lowered to Skinner’s hips, digging calloused fingers into the yielding flesh to urge them on. The taller man’s hands dropped, the jangling of metal announcing him releasing both their belts and unzipping their pants. Skinner pulled back, lips just touching.
“I should warn you…I’m armed. I’ve got a hard, blunt object I think you should be aware of…” Skinner murmured, brushing the officer’s swollen lips with each syllable as he guided Nicholas’s scarred hand to his free phallus. The taller man didn’t hold back a groan as he guided the hand up and down the length, taking care to do the same to the sergeant’s.
Nicholas didn’t answer, not wanting to the play the taller man’s game. Their eyes were locked, heavily hooded and glinting in the scant light. Skinner slowly began to slide down the blonde’s body, the copper flecked blue-green eyes watching as the tall man yanked down his slacks and pulled the swollen member into his hot mouth. Nicholas bit back a curse, rolling his head back at the tongue’s ministrations to his weeping slit.
The blonde barely paid any heed to Skinner pulling his leg free of the trousers and settling it over his broad shoulder. All he could feel was the heat wrapping around him, drawing him in and suckling even as he was drawn out. Air hissed between his teeth, pumping his hips lightly to press the thickness into the waiting throat. So enamored with the kneeling man’s oral abilities, he almost missed the fingers questing between the spread cheeks of his tight rear.
Nicholas gasped, digits lodging into the thick waves to draw Skinner up when the fingers jammed into the unhappy hole. Nicholas bit his lip to keep from crying out at the conflicting sensations of intense pleasure and growing pain. The storeowner’s fingers were busy, scissoring and teasing the sphincter wide. The surprisingly adept mouth was tugging Nicholas towards the edge, ready to send him over the brink, before changing rhythm and dragging out the agonizing pleasure.
Cold air slapped the shaft as Skinner stood; keeping an arm hooked in the crook of the long, lean leg. The mouth was back, the body pressing once more. Skinner shifted under Nicholas, making the hackles rise when he felt a blunt head press against the loose hole. He tried to jerk back, to push the solid man away. He didn’t want this! A hand or blowjob was fine, but he didn’t want it in his ass!
Skinner swallowed the pained groan Nicholas let free, finally slipping inside the tight officer. The smaller man stiffened, pain acute and unsure what to do. Skinner didn’t seem to notice or care, driving into the sweltering depths.
Nicholas managed to break his mouth free, turning his face away as anger and indignation began to well. He dug his nails into the tender backside of the tall man, growling a demand.
“Get out!” He hissed, further enraged when the tall man gave a placating smile. The blue eyes were pale even in the shadows, mocking his weakness.
“I warned you…” He murmured, thrusting and retreating. Skinner pushed up the shirt, wanting to see more; watching the muscles of the blonde’s stomach ripple and flex to try to push the invader from his bowls. He moved subtly and jammed across the tender prostate, gaining a wide-eyed and a half choked cry of pleasure. “I’m deadly with a weapon.”
The smaller man didn’t reply, lost in the pounding of flesh and feeling the icy gaze of the dark man drinking in his now sweating body. He imagined it was Danny over him; it was beer he smelled instead of cheap red wine. The body would be cuddly and inviting instead of mocking and hard. How would it feel to be touched by Danny? To touch Danny and give the young man release?
Dangerous and unacceptable thoughts considering Nicholas outranked the boy.
He clutched at the Storeowner's flexing cheeks, banishing the troubling thoughts as he rolled his head back. Skinner began to stroke his needy shaft. He clenched his teeth together, holding off the inevitable until he felt Skinner slam to the hilt. The tall man groaned, arching his back while he emptied his seed into the blonde. Trembling on the knife-edge, Nicholas tried to hold the image of Danny as he let his own load fly and lace across Skinner’s chest.
Nicholas couldn’t hold back a soft whimper when the slowly softening phallus slipped from the stretched, sore sphincter. Skinner let the leg free and the blonde had to fight to conceal a wince as he put weight on it once more. The large hands braced on either side of the fair head.
The two men stayed close, breathing harshly. Their bodies no longer touched, the only contact was Skinner’s lips on Nicholas’s thudding pulse. The blonde head rested against the brick wall, eyes closed and trying to ignore the moist heat on his skin.
He couldn’t believe what just happened, what he had allowed to happen. There was no blaming it on the alcohol anymore; the adrenaline had burned it from his blood. His head pounded from hitting the wall, but that wasn’t why either.
I suspect the smarmy prat of murder and let him bonk me in the bloody alley! Nicholas gritted his teeth, trying to get a handle on the situation. He was out of control and he hated being out of control. He’d never been topped before for that very reason. He closed his eyes for a moment, wanting Danny’s innocence. He was tainted and sick, using a man he despised because he didn’t want to sully who he really cared for. “I should take you in for assaulting an officer.”
“You should take yourself in for indecent exposure.” Skinner countered, tucking his flaccid member back in his trousers. He gave the sergeant a mock salute. “Take care of George Merchant, Sergeant Angel.”
Nicholas watched the man walk through the darkness before pulling his pants back up and buckling the belt. He may be less than perfect a person, but he was a bloody good police officer. He’d prove his suspicions one way or another and have the man in jail.
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