JD noticed Buck glancing down at his watch, the numbers and hands illuminated faintly in the dark. JD couldn't see what time it was, but he knew it had to be nearing the end of their shift. It had been a long night."I spy with my little eye—" the kid began again, but Buck groaned loud enough to cut him off.
"Can't you think of anything else to pass the time?" the older man asked. They'd been at this game for what seemed like a few hours, but at least it was something to do, something besides drink coffee and sit in silence, waiting for an undoubtedly sleeping suspect in his dark house to do something other than sleep.
JD thought for a few minutes, until he heard Buck settle deeper into his seat. He glanced over and saw the man leaning his head against the window. This was no time to sleep. They'd each had their breaks. And, with their shift nearing its end....
"Truth or dare?" he blurted.
"What?" Buck sat up straight, peering intently at JD through the pale orange glow of a distant streetlamp.
"It's a game. I ask 'Truth or dare?' and you pick one. Then—"
"I know what it is, JD. What I don't know is when this stake-out turned into a slumber party, or when you turned into a teenaged girl."
"I ain't a girl, Buck!" JD retorted as his fist lashed out, landing a solid punch to Buck's arm. "Now, are ya gonna play the game or not?"
Buck glanced at his watch again, and then sighed. "Fine. Truth."
"All right," JD replied under his breath, trying not to sound too excited. He was finally going to get some answers to a few burning questions; he just knew it! "Okay. So ... um ... okay. How far have you gotten with Millie?"
"Now, JD, I done told you: a gentleman never tells," Buck replied, and JD wished he could more clearly make out the man's expression.
"You never said that. Ezra says that — like, all the time — just to get outta telling us stuff. You, though ... you won't shut up — only, I never know what's the truth and what's all just a buncha hooey. So, this time, you gotta tell the truth."
Buck sat silently in the dark for a minute, but then shifted in his seat slightly and began to talk quietly. "Me and Millie, huh? Well, that one's a challenge, that's for sure. We've had lunch, once. And a drink after work. I'm trying to ease her into the idea of dinner, maybe some dancing or something after. That filly's gonna take time, but I got plenty."
JD nodded, satisfied with the answer.
"Truth or dare?" Buck asked, though he didn't sound as enthusiastic as JD had hoped.
"Truth."
"How many girls you been with?"
JD swallowed hard. But then he suddenly smiled and replied, "Lots."
"That ain't no truth and you know it! This may be your game, but you still gotta play by the rules," Buck retorted, calling him on the supposed fib.
"It is the truth!" He had been with lots of girls. Hell, he'd been with Casey that very afternoon, at Starbuck's, having coffee. If Buck wanted a more specific answer, then he was just going to have to ask a more specific question. "Truth or dare?"
Buck crossed his arms over his chest and glared at JD for a moment before finally just giving in. "Truth."
"How old were you ... when you first ... had sex?" JD asked, purposely being specific to avoid getting an answer like he'd given Buck.
"Fourteen."
"No way! No way were you fourteen. How old was the girl?"
"I thought you only got one question per turn," Buck corrected him and JD gave in, nodding that the man was right about the rules. Buck chuckled softly in the darkness, before asking, "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," JD replied, knowing there was no way they could pull off a dare while still on this stake out — he only hoped Buck realized it, too.
"How old were you ... when you first ... had sex?" Buck said, precisely reiterating JD's own question.
JD paused. The question was too specific to redirect with a supposed misinterpretation, like he had the last one. There was no way around this. He would have to answer it straight or forfeit the game.
"Well ... I was—" But a rapping at the window interrupted him, and JD sighed in relief, after nearly jumping out of his skin at the sudden noise.
Buck laughed quietly as JD rolled down the window.
"Evenin', Henderson," Buck greeted their relief as JD tried to catch his breath.
"Don'tcha mean, 'mornin'?" the blond agent from Team Five corrected.
"Well, I ... reckon I do," Buck said, stretching his tired, cramped muscles in the middle of his words. "Not a peep outta him, by the way. Undoubtedly in there sleeping like the innocent babe we all know he ain't."
JD handed the logbook to Henderson for a signature when Henderson passed his own through the open window. Then they traded back.
"Have a good one," JD said as the agent headed back to his non-descript vehicle to take up the next shift. JD yawned.
"Guess we better check back in with Chris, then home, huh?" Buck asked as he started up the motor.
JD just nodded, suddenly very sleepy.
"So, you gonna answer the question?" Buck finally asked as the federal building began to loom before them.
"Huh?" JD responded, pretending to be half asleep and to have completely forgotten what question Buck was referring to.
"How old were you?" the man prompted.
"Aw, Buck.... Don't matter what I say; you were fourteen, so you're just gonna laugh no matter what age I was."
"I promise I won't," the man said, his voice low and soft. It would have been encouraging if JD didn't know Buck as well as he did — there was a false sense of security in that voice and the kid wasn't falling for it.
"I was always the youngest in my classes ... by a lot ... especially at college. It's hard to meet girls when they're legal and you're not."
"Okay, okay. Different question then," Buck gave in, and JD was relieved. " How old were you ... when you first had sex ... with a guy?"
JD nearly choked. What in the hell did Buck think of him? "I ain't ... I mean.... Heck, Buck. You were there!"
"I was your first? I'm flattered. You should be, too."
"Me? W-why?"
"Because it wasn't obvious," Buck told him with a wide grin as he pulled into the underground parking structure.
This made JD think. He couldn't bring himself to tell Buck his age when he'd done it with a girl, because, in truth, he hadn't yet. Casey was the closest he'd come and she was steadfastly "saving herself" for marriage — a bit old fashioned, but he respected her for her convictions, even if he wished she'd break them just for him. And now Buck knew he'd never been with a guy before ... even though he'd obviously thought he had. JD wondered what the others thought — assumed — about him. Because he wasn't gay.
He ... just ... wasn't.
Despite the wanderings of his mind at odd times, like when he'd see Buck sidling up to some pretty girl, or sometimes when he was just standing there, not realizing JD was watching him. But that didn't make him gay. Did it?
No, he was certain it didn't. Buck just knew how to do things. He was very experienced. And it felt good, to be with someone, finally, after all these years. Doing it with Buck couldn't be much different from doing it with a girl, he reasoned — all his parts were the same, even if they got stuck in slightly different places, they were still sort of similar places. Weren't they?
"Well, are you?" Buck finally asked.
"No, I'm not! Just because ... I mean ... it's not like that...." JD tried to defend himself, as all his solid reasoning seemed to evaporate from his mind at the sound of Buck's question.
"What are you babbling about, boy?" Buck asked with the most confused look plastered on his face. "If you don't want to play anymore...."
"Play? Oh, the game, right? Right. Oh, yeah, um ... okay. Ah ... my turn. Truth or dare?" JD managed, then took in a deep breath, trying to get his heart to stop racing. Must be sleep deprivation, he told himself, and too much caffeine.
"Dare," Buck stated, almost like a challenge.
The word surprised JD. They were only supposed to answer "Truth," because of the stakeout. But, JD looked around and realized they were in the parking lot of their office building. Their turn at the stakeout was over. All they had to do was check in upstairs, then they had the rest of the day off — unless something happened with the perp they were staking-out. They'd be on-call, but home was close enough that they'd be able to catch up on their sleep while they waited.
"Dare, huh?" JD finally acknowledged Buck's answer as they headed into the building. He hadn't planned on this, and didn't have anything at all in mind. Well, nothing except a sudden desire to fluster Buck a little.
They stepped onto the elevator and, when JD realized they were alone, he said, "Okay, here's your dare: when someone else gets on, and before we get off, you have to do something you would never do in public." JD pushed several buttons to floors above their own, just in case no one got on before they reached their destination. Then he leaned against the back wall and waited, wondering how Buck would embarrass himself.
"Fine." Buck leaned against the wall as well, arms stiff at his sides. JD thought the man seemed just a little bit nervous and was doing all he could to hide it.
The pair didn't have to wait very long. The elevator stopped on the third floor and three women got on. They each moved to the wall, so as not to have their backs to JD and Buck. JD's heart skipped, wondering what Buck would do. He'd have to be careful. They were in the federal building and any one of these women, depending on what he did, could report him, file charges against him. JD smiled. This was going to be good!
But Buck didn't move. He just stood there, staring at ... the lighted floor-numbers above the door, JD realized. Why was he waiting? Was he not going to do it after all? JD suddenly realized they'd forgotten to decide upon a prize for the winner — if one of them refused to either tell the truth or failed to complete the dare. He mentally kicked himself now — he could have gotten out of doing laundry for a week, or something.
The elevator slowed, and then dinged faintly a moment before the doors slid open. They were several floors below their own; Buck still had time to do something. But when would he do it? And what would he do? The anticipation was just killing JD!
Four men, all older, all in suits, stepped onto the elevator, filling up the space in the middle of the car. When the doors closed and the elevator began to rise, that's when it happened.
JD felt ... something. And he pushed himself as flat against the back wall of the elevator as he could when he realized what it was. Buck had placed his hand on JD's pants. Right over the fly. And he was starting to move it! Up and down. Very slowly, just an inch or so in each direction, but he might as well have been jerking JD off for the drastic effect it was having.
The kid quickly scanned the other occupants of the car. But, no one was looking at them; no one was paying any attention to them at all. And JD let out the breath he suddenly realized he'd been holding.
Then he realized something else: he could feel himself swelling against Buck's palm, into the fingers that were now just slightly cupped around his shaft. JD's eyes rolled back in his head as Buck's hand slipped lower to caress his balls through the fabric of his pants. His breath suddenly caught in his throat as he tried to suck in a lung-full of air when a shiver raced frantically down his spine.
God! He couldn't believe how incredible it felt: Buck's hand on him, stroking him, slowly, gently, moving the fabric of his pants over his now-aching dick. Oh, God. He wanted to come so bad. Right here.
JD's head lulled back, and he gave himself over to the feelings ... allowing his vision to blur, his hearing to fade. There was nothing except Buck's hand and his penis....
"JD, you coming?"
"Mmm, want to..." the kid smiled, his voice breathy.
"JD!" Buck's tone snapped JD's eyes wide.
He realized, suddenly, that they were still in the elevator — well, he was anyway. Buck was standing just outside in the hall, holding the doors open with his hand. Everyone in the elevator was staring at JD and he felt the burn of embarrassment painting itself vividly across his face.
He dropped his eyes to the floor and pushed himself from the elevator. As soon as he heard the doors close behind him, he turned on his friend. "Dammit, Buck. What the hell were you doing?"
"Something I would never do in public. Just like you told me to," Buck replied, the huge grin stretching his mustache into a wide, dark line. Then he turned away, sauntering off toward their office, like he'd just informed JD that his fly was open and he was giving the kid a little privacy in which to correct the situation.
JD glanced quickly up and down the hall, and then, seeing that he was alone except for Buck's retreating form, he reached down and readjusted his now-painful erection within his pants. "Dammit, Buck," he grumbled under his breath. But, whether it was because the man had aroused him or because he hadn't finished what he'd started, JD refused to think about.
The End
May 2002Please do NOT repost this story anywhere, for any reason.Characters from "The Magnificent Seven" were used without permission and this story in no way signifies support of, or affiliation with, The Mirisch Group, MGM, Trilogy Entertainment, or CBS Worldwide, Inc. The M7-ATF universe was created by Mog, and extra thanks go to her for allowing other people to play within it. The story itself and any non-Magnificent Seven characters belong to the author. This story will not be sold for any reason.Thanks to Rick for the beta and your encouraging words.