ATF Universe
Crossover with "Third Watch"
August 15, 2000
Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters in this fic. Those folks that own the networks do.
Author's Note - This was written for my bestest pard', Suzy. Happy Anniversary!
"Eyes and ears in place! Ready on the left! Ready on the right! Ready on the firing line! FIRE!"Vin Tanner watched carefully as the latest batch of firearms instructor trainees fired their weapons at the targets. Another trainee, the one he was evaluating at the moment, moved to stand behind a classmate. Vin listened as the trainee offered some quick advice and encouragement to 'his' student.
"Squeeeeze the trigger. That's it, let it surprise you."
Vin looked down to his left and watched as his co-instructor, an officer from NYPD, gave similar advice to another trainee. After the course of fire stopped, he gave the all clear signal to his trainee, and heard him call out, "The line is clear. Pick up your magazines and approach the targets!"
The two master firearms instructors went with the trainees to the line of targets, helping to count the bullet holes, marking down the scores on their clipboards. After a few minutes, satisfied that the trainee had successfully completed this portion of his course, Vin gave the next order.
"Alright, Parker! You're next at giving the commands. Some of you have been given specific problems to simulate. Let's see if Officer Parker can pick up on them."
Holiday Inn Hotel
Six hours later, Vin let himself fall back onto the large bed in his hotel room, a loud sigh escaping his lips. He turned and smiled as his co-instructor closed and locked the door."I agree with you there, Vin," he said, sighing himself. "Most of them were pretty good, but a few of them... well, it's too bad they didn't pass.
"Yeah, Parker was a good guy, just didn't have the confidence to teach," Vin began, turning to his side and propping himself up on his elbow.
"And Scoletti couldn't shoot consistently. I kept having to remind him about that pre-ignition push," the other man continued, lying down on the bed and facing Vin.
"You're still shootin' consistent, though, Bos," the Texan said with a smile, reaching out to brush a hand through the other man's short hair.
"Got someone good to practice with," he replied, grabbing Vin's hand and gently pulling it away, kissing its palm.
Before Vin knew what was happening, he found himself pinned underneath the other man. Their groins began rubbing against one another. Lips opened and tongues tangled, beginning the dance.
"Even when it's been so long, I can't never forget those kisses of yours," Vin gasped out, reaching around to pull Bos's shirt off.
"Just wish they'd schedule us to teach more than once or twice a year," his lover put in, sitting up to straddle Vin's hips, hands reaching down to unbutton their jeans.
"Almost couldn't make it this time, had a case," the ATF sharpshooter added, lifting his hips up to shrug out of his jeans.
After a few heated moments, the two men were naked and back in each other's arms, skin to skin.
"God, I love this," Bos murmured, beginning to lick his way down the lean body below him. "Sometimes I wish you didn't live so far away, that we could do this all year 'round, instead of just a couple times a year."
"What do they say? Distance makes the heart grow fonder?" Vin responded, letting out a loud, satisfied groan as Bos's lips found his cock.
"And the dick grow harder."
"Oh, yeah, suck me hard!" Vin cried out.
And Vin was not disappointed. As he hadn't been all week, either. Sharing the hotel room with the NYPD cop, as they had each time they taught the Federal Firearms Instructor course over the past three years, the two men made good use of the beds contained inside. And the shower... And the floor...
"I swear, every time I see you shooting that M-15 I get hard, Vin. Makes me want to fuck you right there, on the range."
"Guess I'll just have to remember that. Maybe take you up on it. But in the meantime, I'm right here. Fuck me."
"Oh, I plan on it, Vin."
And Vin was completely happy with the plan. Smiling as the other man pushed him onto his stomach, Vin raised his ass into the air, tauntingly. He felt the bed tilt a bit and wondered as his partner reached into a duffel bag next to it. He was just about to look back to see what was going on, when he felt a slick finger enter him, pushing its way into his depths.
"Yeah," he whispered.
Then he felt something cool being drizzled over him, being smeared over his backside and his balls. He let out another moan as a gob of the goo was used to coat his cock. He smelled something familiar...
"Chocolate sauce?" he said with a smile. "Only you," he laughed.
He practically purred when he felt Bos begin to lick the chocolate confection from his body, kissing and nipping his cheeks and scrotum while fingers continued to work their magic inside him, tickling him, stretching him. Vin longed to do the same to him a little later.
Then Vin practically screamed as his partner filled him with his own chocolate-coated cock.
"Shit, Vin! You feel so fucking good!" he grunted, pulling himself out of Vin's ass and then quickly ramming himself back in.
The two men writhed and bucked against each other, pushing in and pulling out. Sweat mingled with the dark sweet sauce dripping onto the sheets below. Vin reached out for the headboard, seeking leverage as he pushed back onto the cock that was stabbing him, wanting more of it inside him. He felt the hands on his hips, fingers digging in, bruising. The first of several of the night's climaxes came and both men cried out their relief.
Seconds, minutes, hours later, the two men lay entwined together on the bed, slowly caressing one another's skin, memorizing each hair, pore, scar, muscle. Not knowing for sure when they'd see each other again. It was a ritual.
"So what was with the chocolate sauce?" Vin asked suddenly, taking the bottle and squirting a little into his mouth.
"They don't call me Bosco just because my name is Boscorelli, you know," the other replied with a wink.
Vin smiled and shook his head.
"Make sure you bring some next time, too," he said, squirting the small amount left in the bottle onto Maurice's chest.
"Count on it," Bosco replied.
The End
(Until the next training course, anyway.)