Wet Day in Denver
The man looking out over the City of Denver from his 21st floor office was barely visible from the doorway. His heavy, gently rocking leather chair was facing the huge window and the torrent of rain streaming down right outside. The smoke of a strong, expensive cigarette drifted up into the air-conditioned room and was almost instantly dispersed by the building's subtle room-freshening mechanism.
His black boots were crossed at the ankles atop the window sill with the top foot tapping out the rhythm of the rain in midair. The same rhythm conducted his long, tapered fingers drumming on the solid arm rest.
Chris Larabee - leader of Team 7, ATF branch Denver - was lost in thought. But a man in his line of work never entirely quit paying attention to his surroundings, so he immediately picked up on the distant buzzing of the elevator making its way up through the narrow shaft. His hearing was so sharp that he could pick it up from several floors away and follow it right to the 21st.
Once he'd convinced himself that it would stop on his floor, he casually reached back for the gun in his top drawer and deposited it in his lap. He strained to hear the soft tingling bell when the elevator doors opened, picking out the familiar sound through the thundering rain beating against the window.
To hear the steps back there in the main office of Team 7, he had to listen harder, but once he picked out the wanna-be swaggering tread, his face broke into a softer than usual smile, and he deposited the gun back in the drawer.
Chris didn't turn immediately because the footsteps stopped outside his office and retreated again, back to one of the desks outside.
That was okay, Chris thought. He'd probably just forgotten something as he often did and had come back for it.
His eyes half-closed so he could concentrate on the soft rustling in the main office behind and the veil of water rushing past the huge window, Chris sighed softly, thinking how his friend out there couldn't even have made it all the way home this time.
Chris was barely aware of the steps coming back up to his own office door. Since he'd realized whose they were, he'd felt safe enough to let his guard down.
"Chris?" a softly hesitant voice came from the doorway. Clearly, its owner wasn't sure whether he should simply have left quietly or whether to be polite and say hello.
"It's okay, JD, come in."
"Didn't mean to disturb you, Chris. I forgot my rain slicker and figured I'd just sneak back in for it." A dry cough briefly interrupted the apology. "Guess I'll be heading home now."
Using his feet on the window sill to kick himself away from his position, Chris finally spun around with a soft swivel and whir of the heavy leather chair. "Don't worry about..." he started, his words dying in his throat when he saw his youngest agent standing there, dripping sweet late summer rain on his dark blue carpet.
JD grinned apologetically, realizing at that same moment he was ruining the nice velour and retreating hastily from the room.
"Hey, wait! You can't go back outside like that, JD." Chris stood and crossed the room with a few steps, thinking that JD had never looked younger or more vulnerable than he did right then - soaking wet and shivering, the up-tilted tip of his nose bright red and his black hair plastered to the sides of his face and his forehead.
"I'm not made of sugar, Chris. I'm okay," the youth said lightly, belying his words with a hearty sneeze.
Chris resisted the urge to say something mushy and instead told JD off. "Well, we're too busy 'round here to have you off work with pneumonia." He glared at JD who was still hovering in the doorway, unsure what to do. "Get back in here and leave that plastic thing out there."
JD looked confused for a moment before realization hit him and he tossed his rain slicker over one of the desks. "I'm gonna make your carpet wet, Chris," he warned.
"Take off your shoes then," Chris ordered.
With a nod, JD did as he was told and tip-toed back inside in wet socks.
Chris suppressed a grin and led the soaking wet young man into the adjoining executive bathroom. He turned on the switch by the door, bathing them both in a soft blue light.
JD stood kind of indecisively, so Chris walked past him and reached for a towel on the shelf. He walked up behind JD and began to squeeze the long, dark bangs dry gently.
The surprised gasp was muffled by the soft terry cloth caressing JD's face, and after a moment, he realized how good it felt to have Chris... to have Chris doing... He blinked rapidly, trying to decide what it was Chris was doing.
A moment later, Chris removed the towel and tossed it over a low stool by the sink. "I've got a bathrobe in that cupboard there; wear that for now. If you switch on the towel rail and hang your things over it, they should dry soon enough."
JD nodded wordlessly and watched Chris leave the room before he opened the door the other man had indicated.
Chris stood on the other side of the bathroom door with his eyes closed, leaning back against the solid wood. Why the hell had he done that thing with the towel? He could tell by the look on JD's face that the younger agent had been terrified. No wonder, either.
He quickly went back to the desk, knowing JD would emerge from the bathroom any moment.
When JD did come out, Chris gaped at him. The white bathrobe which usually reached halfway down Chris' thighs played around JD's knees, revealing muscular calves and bare feet. Fidgeting with the overlong garment, JD looked a little lost, standing in the middle of the office. His damp hair fell over his face as he concentrated on rolling up the soft terry cloth sleeves. His bare toes curled into the fluffy dark carpet, leaving no doubt that he was seeking out all the warmth he could get.
"Okay?" Chris asked with a frown, willing himself not to notice the contrast between the dark hair and the pale flesh of JD's throat and chest, or the wet shine of the cherry red lips behind a veil of black silk. When JD began biting his bottom lip, however, and his no longer busy fingers finally stopped moving except for the trembling, Chris groaned roughly.
The sound immediately caught JD's attention, and he looked up to find Chris standing very, very close to him. "Chris, thanks. I'm..." His teeth chattered as he tried to form his words. "Better... now. I'll leave as... soon as my clothes..."
JD's helpless stutter was abruptly shut off when a dry, warm mouth descended on his cool and trembling lips. He was too surprised to react at first, but soon, the feeling of intense warmth penetrating his chilled form overwhelmed him and he acquiesced with a soft moan.
Chris took hold of the robe's thick collar and drew JD forward before encircling the trembling form and holding him tight while his mouth continued to plunder the cherry lips. The thundering rain outside seemed to grow impossibly louder. Or maybe it was his heart when he felt JD respond and the soft cherries give in and part to reveal all their moist, sweet juiciness.
JD felt as though the entire office and indeed the floor were falling away around them, leaving him and Chris standing on a precarious platform 21 floors high above rainy Denver, with the world whirling around them like a tornado. But no rain came down on them, even though it was now pounding on the glass hard enough to nearly shatter it. It was all outside - the frozen wetness. In here... in Chris Larabee's arms... it felt like a furnace.
And then, it all went away.
"Hell, JD..." Chris pushed the younger man away, causing him to sway without balance. The blond agent ran his palm over the nape of his neck and made a hissing noise. "I'm sorry! I'm so goddamn sorry!"
JD looked up at Chris, a flicker of hurt crossing his boyish face. He didn't know what to say except... "Why?"
"What?" Chris frowned. He'd basically attacked JD - a member of his team, a fellow agent under his protection, one of his closest friends. And JD was asking him why he was sorry?
"I had no right, JD. Damn it, no right."
JD felt the warmth slowly leak from his body again, replaced once more by the damp chill of the rain outside. His lips felt numb from the recent kiss and the shock he was feeling now. And why? All because Chris - the fearless leader, the tough guy, the cold bastard - didn't trust his feelings. "No, you didn't, Chris," JD accused.
Chris nodded and walked around his desk. He sat back on the edge of it with his head in his hands. "Sorry," he said again, unaware that by now, JD was slowly breaking into a smile.
"You had no right to make me so goddamn hot and then push me away, you idiot!"
Chris' head snapped up, and he found JD standing right in front of him, close enough to see the faint blue tinge of the sweet lips and the pallor of the clammy skin. And even more importantly, he was close enough for him to feel the rapid, cool breaths on his own skin and sense the heat deep down inside that chilly form he wanted so much - heat just waiting to be released and to warm them both.
JD sighed, resigned to the fact that Chris was far too shocked to so much as touch him. So he boldly moved into the space between Chris' legs and took the smoothly shaven face in his hands. Their eyes locked for an instant before JD began kissing that man he dreamt about damn near every single night. He figured it was high time to make some dreams come true.
Chris felt his lips being parted and his legs followed suit almost automatically, allowing JD to step right up and rub against him. He held onto the edge of his desk with both hands while JD kissed him ever more resolutely, using his tongue, his teeth and those sweet lips to wipe any guilt right from Chris' conscience.
JD smiled against the dry lips, realizing that just like in his dreams, he was in control. And he was going to hold onto it. For now at least. Until that moment when Chris would inevitably take over and sweep him off his feet and into heaven. But hey, that was okay too.
He moved against his boss and one of his hands moved to Chris' narrow hips where he pushed lightly, giving him a signal to shift further back on the large, sturdy desk.
Chris obeyed, and instantly found himself pushed flat on his back until only the long, jeans-clad legs were dangling over the edge of the desk. Taking advantage of that position without a moment's hesitation, JD climbed on, his muscular thighs trapping Chris in place while his cold fingers made quick work of the black shirt. When the last couple of buttons wouldn't budge, he pulled the shirt folds apart with an ugly ripping sound.
Chris didn't care. All he cared about were those busy fingers sliding up his T-shirt and pulling it off over his head while he helped as best he could in his submissive position. Then the fingers were on his groin, tugging impatiently at his zipper until it gave in and parted, allowing some much needed space for what was slowly becoming a painfully hard erection.
Hooded eyes watched JD as he tugged the jeans halfway down Chris' hips. No further. He wasn't willing to give up his position on top of that man just yet. Smiling softly, he lay one palm on the warm, bulging ice-blue briefs and closed his eyes with a moan.
Chris arched his back, moving up into the small palm. The sight of JD just kneeling over him, enjoying the feel of his hot arousal under his hand, caused his throat to constrict with emotion. He swallowed hard. "JD..." he whispered, but was silenced with a quietly commanding, "Shhh, Chris."
Chris nodded, wondering if JD would allow one stray hand to reach for that darn belt of the bathrobe, slung loosely around his waist. He decided he'd take the chance and grabbed one end of it, tugging gently.
JD's eyes flew open and without removing his hand from its warm, hard and wonderful spot, he watched with glazed eyes as Chris fingered with his belt, pulling the knot slowly apart until the strip of terry cloth fell down, held up only by two loops and JD's spread thighs.
Chris looked up into the deep brown eyes, even darker now with desire, and instead of parting the robe immediately as he'd wanted to, he caressed JD's sides and hips lightly through the soft fabric, sliding it over the slowly warming skin.
The sensation was exquisite. Even through the smooth cloth, JD could feel the rough, determined hands, setting his skin on fire. He involuntarily bucked forward lightly, rubbing himself against Chris' erection and parting the robe quite by chance in the process, just far enough to allow a glimpse of his flat stomach and the patch of dark curls beneath.
Chris groaned, finding the sight simply too hard to resist. His hand stopped its motions and quickly slipped beneath the robe, reaching around JD's waist and drawing him up and closer until the younger man's bare arousal was flush against the prison of Chris' damp, hot briefs and the bulge within. "Help me out of this, JD, please..." Chris begged, reaching to grasp one of JD's wrists and lead it to the tight, scorching space between their bodies where gentle fingers immediately went to work, releasing him at last and bringing their erections together.
JD was panting, his hand surrounding them both and squeezing tight. The pulsing veins and ridges touching like that produced the most exquisite massage, and when JD's hand moved up and cupped the flared, bulbous heads, crushing them together, Chris arched his back with a groan, his teeth digging into his bottom lip until he tasted blood.
"You're killin' me, JD!"
JD gave a soft, husky laugh. "Want me to stop?"
Chris' eyes narrowed. "Don't you fuckin' dare!" And to make sure JD would get the message, he reached to dig his fingers into the narrow hips straddling him and held them tight against his body.
JD complied, smiling triumphantly when he watched Chris' eyelids flutter involuntarily as the man beneath him did his best not to lose control. And not losing control was so damn hard for JD too, as he looked down and watched himself stroke their erections together, using his thumb to spread the first drops of glistening fluid to coat them both - Chris with his, and himself with Chris'.
Suddenly, his hand was grabbed by the wrist and stilled, just in time to stop them both going over the edge.
Chris gave it a moment, ensuring JD wouldn't start those tempting, torturous motions again. Then he used his hands to push his jeans a little further down while JD crouched over him, waiting with his breath caught in his throat to find out what Chris had in mind.
"If you don't want me to fuck you, JD, you're gonna have to tell me right now," Chris said hoarsely, waiting that split-second it took JD to break into a smile.
"I want you to fuck me, Chris!" JD said harshly, shifting into position right above Chris' glistening erection and keeping himself raised there with his hands on Chris' forearms for support. "Right now!"
Chris held the pale hips which were now entirely revealed beneath the robe hanging loosely off JD's shoulders. And with one well-aimed movement, he impaled JD, their combined fluids on his cock easing the way.
Gasping, their bodies stilled entirely for a moment, letting the reality of what they were doing sink in.
JD's fingers closed around Chris' wrists as the senior agent let his hands slide from those smooth hips to the strong, solid thighs and clutched them hard.
"Move, JD!" Chris groaned. No sooner had the order left his lips as JD began to slide upwards, unsheathing Chris partially, before slamming back down on him with a low moan. "Again, JD..."
And JD began to move in earnest, rocking on the pole buried inside him at ever-changing angles. Moving faster and faster, slamming down harder every time.
Chris used all his strength to increase the pressure, bucking up against JD and burying himself as deeply as he could, stroking the most sensitive spot deep inside his body. "Is this how you want it, JD?" he groaned, not pausing for a moment.
"Oh yeah, Chris. I wanna ride you like this forever!" JD's voice grew louder as he slowly lost control over his body, letting go of Chris' wrists and reaching for something more steady and immobile to support himself.
Chris helped him out, arching his back and forcing JD to reach behind and clasp the jeans-clad thighs. That angle drove him even deeper into the hard, young body, and the moment JD threw his head back and groaned, a bright flash of lightning lit up the sky outside, giving the wet hair and partially revealed sweaty skin a light glistening sheen, almost like a pale blue aura. The image was too powerful. Too wild.
Chris moved faster, slamming JD down on him again and again, their harsh breaths counting the seconds between lightning and thunder. And when the sky exploded so hard that it felt like the whole building shook, the two men clutching each other in the nearly dark, empty office, erupted into a burst of white-hot passion, one of them with a deep groan while the other gasped his lover's name.
"JD..."
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The rain slowly subsided as night fell on the city. Lightning no longer illuminated the sky, and the skyscrapers and apartment blocks near the building housing the ATF were bathed in the shimmering moisture of fallen rain lit by street lamps. The moon - shimmering as if the rain had washed it clean - reflected in puddles on the pavement below.
Inside Chris Larabee's office, a tiny lamp lit a corner of the room where two figures lay spooned together on the soft leather couch. One of them with his arm slung over the other's hip from behind, tracing small circles on thighs half-covered by a deep blue rug. "You're so soft," the deep voice whispered into a pale ear, causing a pleasant shiver to run through the smaller body in front.
"Gimme a few minutes to recover, Chris, and that's gonna change."
"Promise?" Chris turned the body in his arms and nuzzled the now dry, silky hair before his lips placed a feather-light kiss on the side of JD's neck.
"If you keep doing this, it might happen sooner." JD leant his head back slightly, allowing better access to the pulse point in the hollow of his throat.
Chris lapped at it before running his tongue all the way up JD's neck and over his chin.
They kissed, their tongues curling around each other and exploring familiar territory.
When their lips parted, JD sighed, shifting against Chris and wrapping one leg loosely over his hip. "I love it during a thunderstorm," he declared as his body shuddered in confirmation.
"Mmm... me too." Chris smiled into those dark, lovely eyes which were so dear to him and stroked back a bang of long hair.
JD broke into a mischievous smile. "Apparently, there's gonna be a regular hurricane goin' past Denver later in the week."
Chris grinned. "Really? How stormy do you think it's gonna be, honey?"
"In here?" JD asked with a twinkle in his eyes. He ran one hand through Chris' short, sandy hair. "How about I give you a personal forecast?"
Chris pushed back the rug a little, his hand straying to JD's buttocks. "I was hoping you'd offer one of those." And he kissed his lover with the same passion and desire common to each and every one of these encounters over the past 8 months - ever since that first hail storm had sent JD rushing back to the sanctuary of Chris' office high in the sky above Denver.
END