Hazzardous Relations

By: Brenna "Snakelady" Dawkins

A Dukes of Hazzard Fanfic

Part 1

Summary: Luke and Rosco get stuck out in the wilderness together alone and do what they must to survive. Secrets revealed, emotions and relations explored. No flames! Luke+Rosco pairing

Ratings: R

Disclaimer: Dukes of Hazzard is owned by Gy Waldron, Paul Picard, and Warner Brothers

(Author's Note: Thanks to Fala for help with the title! I'm queen of the odd pairings 'round these here parts and wanted to challenge myself and see if I could slash the Dukes of Hazzard. And since Rosco is my fave DOH, I had to include him, 'specially since there aren't nearly enough Rosco fics out there!)

Luke punched the gas pedal to the floor. The hemi roared as the General chewed up the road. Behind the speeding orange car was a white car Luke knew too well.

"Let's go, General. I know it ain't Bo drivin' you, but I don't think you could ever live it down if ole Rosco ever caught up to us!" Luke pleaded with the stock car.

The good old boy could hear the police siren harrying him from behind.

"'Side's, we got a job to do."

Luke gripped the wheel wishing that Bo were along for the ride, instead of out distracting Enos and allowing Luke to make a dash for the border, so to speak. But Rosco, dang his hide, always seemed to know that if one Duke boy was alone, then the other was out to cause Boss Hogg some trouble.

Rosco may not be right about many things, but he figured on what Luke was up to and had staked out the likeliest place the General would have to pass through to get to where it was going.

Luke wasn't one hundred percent sure what it was he was going after. Boss had been acting real strange of late. Well, stranger then usual, and Rosco even more so, if that was possible. They'd both been acting like two chickens with their heads cut off while trying to cross the road at the same time. There was too much traffic in and out of the Boar's Nest office. Well, it was mostly just Rosco in and out. But not too long ago, Rosco had called off chasing the boys to go back to see Boss in the middle of said chase. Luke suspects it had been under Boss's orders, he just can't fathom why. If anything, Rosco lived to chase the Duke's. Aborting a chase… that just wasn't done in Hazzard.

Persistent snooping from all the Dukes had led them to believe that whatever pot was being stirred resided in the mountains of northern Georgia. Daisy had found suspicious receipts that just didn't add up back in Boss's office and the contracts from some of Boss's most profitable businesses looked very ready to be signed over to some nameless buyer. But she'd kept a lid on her findings, only telling her family about it. Luke had concocted a plan. It'd sounded good at the time.

But Rosco had tailed him the entire way. He'd left Hazzard County over an hour ago. Breaking probation was a risk he had thought worth taking if only to find out who was usurping Boss's power base in Hazzard… if that's really what was going on. On one hand, he wouldn't mind if someone came in to town and turned ole Boss end over end as a matter of payback for all the out and out dirty schemes the County Commissioner had dealt the Dukes. But among the contracts that were supposedly to be sold to a single buyer were several of their friend's properties, including their own farm, which was still heavily mortgaged at Hogg's bank. The Duke's were not only out to try to save their farm… again, but save those of their friends as well.

Again, nothing really new there, except everything seemed to be off. And now this… it took something big for him to be willing to risk violation of his probation.

Luke took note of how low the thick clouds were. He frowned. Yes, it was possible for it to snow in Georgia, especially in the Appalachians. And with those clouds looking fit to be tied, he knew there was most likely snow up in those very mountains.

They'd never bought the General snow tires or chains. He'd just have to hope that the mountains would be forgiving of a sometimes vagrant such as himself and even Rosco.

It was uphill all the way and it wasn't long before he saw the first of the snow flurries. He turned on the heater and hoped this would be a short trip. But we all know that sure as Boss Hogg can think up of scams at the drop of a hat, that even the best thought out plans don't ever turn out by the numbers when a Duke is at the helm… not that this plan was actually well thought out. It was hard to plan something when one didn't know what was going on or what to expect.

The tires slipped on some ice but Luke was very thankful when the General thought it prudent to keep going forward. Luke took note of the frozen ground and dropped leaves and the disappearance of blue sky. He shivered as a cold blast came through the open window despite the fact that the heater was blowing as high as it could go in his face and on his hands. His eyes are fixed on the road that turned ugly real quick.

It was not a road meant to have a car chase on. Huge boulders took up most of the rut space too often and the drop off on the right bothered Luke whenever the General was jerked out of the slippery rut by one of those boulders and off to the non-existent shoulder.

Over the gunning of his engine he could still hear Rosco trailing him, sirens blaring. Luke winced as he heard a sharp crack over both noises and knew he busted the oil pan.

"Where is the darned place I'm even trying to get to!" Luke called out frustrated as the General began to plow through fresh powder over ice. His only solace was if the General couldn't make it through there, then there was no way that Rosco could either.

They climbed still… or more like pranced up the mountain, if a car could prance.

The General spun in place, kicking up snow into Rosco's windshield, making it impossible for him to see. Luke had hoped that just keeping a steady momentum would've been enough to overcome the ice, but to no avail. He was stuck.

Gonna try to rock it, he thought, and proceeded to do that. The General lurched out of the patch and bounced off a rock.

"Dagnabbit, Luke!" Rosco growled when he couldn't see where he was going, no thanks to the snow being kicked up in his face. He turned on his wipers, but each time it was cleared, more snow was flung, blocking out the road and the Duke, much to his irritation. As if the road wasn't dangerous enough!

He'd gun it when he had a clear view with the swipe of the wipers in one way, then hesitate when his view was blocked once more. This was impossible!

Two, three, four swipes of the wiper and Rosco realized that snow was no longer being flung at him by the General's wheels… in fact, one long look up the now foggy incline told him there was no General anywhere.

"Uh-uh… no way he could'a got outta mah, um sight!" Rosco denied.

His engine whined in protest. He'd turned his heater on long ago too and was sweating. Not from the heat but because, while he didn't know much, he did know how treacherous the mountains can be, especially in a snowstorm.

Rosco cut the engine when he landed in the same ice patch that Luke had just been in. He peered closer at the road now that he wasn't distracted by driving. No newly churned up snow ahead anywhere. Rosco sat back in his seat thoughtfully, trying to figure out just how an orange car could blend in with a blizzard.

"It can't. The General'd stick out more then Lulu's gut would inna swimsuit competition." A single snort of laughter died on his lips as he tried to dissect the situation.

He'd have to back track. Luke must've found a secret way around somewhere, somehow. He'd have to find out where the tracks go away from the main trail.

He nodded, pleased with his idea and turned the engine back on. Or rather… tried to. He turned the key again and the engine turned over lamely, sounding almost mournful. The Sheriff sighed and put the keys in his pocket. Fine, he'd go on foot then, backtracking a ways down the mountain to find the pesky Duke. He'd rather not come back at all, then come to Boss empty handed.

Upon stepping out of the much maligned cop car, he instantly wished for some warmer clothes. Wrapping arms around his body, he hunkered over against the bitter gusts and trudged back the way he came, eyes open for off road tracks.

He didn't find any and he was freezing his fanny off. Twenty minutes later he turned back, grumbling to himself, disbelieving that the kid could have outrun him on this hellish road. Rosco slipped on a rock coated with ice and with pin wheeling arms, managed to grab onto a much bigger rock before he pitched over the edge of the cliff. Heart pounding, he steadied his balance and his nerves before moving on. It was then a morbid thought hit him.

Hoping it was a futile gesture, on his way back up to his stalled car, he watched the other side of the road for any tracks that might have led off the cliff. He would peer over it every now and then. It was a long drop, but he could see the bottom, riddled with dead trees. Soon enough he made it back to his own car. He moved a bit in front of it, staring at where the churned up snow ended. He looked to the left, then grudgingly, to the right and peered over the cliff.

His gut churned at the sight of a broken up hulk of orange metal resting on the top of a dead tree.

"LUKE!" He hollered down, not really expecting an answer.

But he had to go down there. He couldn't just leave him down there, even if he was a Duke.

"AH'M COMIN' DOWN!" He shouted, then more to himself, "Have no idea how, though."

Rosco walked back to his vehicle and popped the trunk. Luckily he never cleared out the rope he used for pulling that tree in the General's path during his last chase. He looped it around his shoulder and trudged back to the cliff's edge. He tied it around one of the boulders that jutted out towards the overhang just over the orange stock car and let the end fall over the side.

He tested the knots fastness and once certain it wouldn't fail him, he descended somewhat clumsily over the side with the rope tied around his waist. It was slow going. The rock face was slick with frost and Rosco was terribly nervous. He wondered why he was risking his neck for a Duke.

Rosco's foot slipped and he grasped the rope even tighter if that was possible. He felt like he was a worm on a fishing line, dangling over the gaping mouth of a hungry bass. Not a pleasant contemplation. It felt like forever before his foot set shakily upon the orange metal of the crumpled hood. Pressing down on it and once he saw that it would hold his added weight, he dared to put both booted feet on the surface. His sense of balance on land wasn't that great, so under these conditions, well… you don't have to guess.

The Sheriff tried to walk on the uncertain surface of the hood but his foot slipped out from under him and he belly flopped with a loud thud. Heart pounding, he gulped in air as he clutched onto the orange car for dear life, forehead pressed against the still warm metal, temporarily forgetting the fact that he was tied down. When his heart felt like it slowed enough, he cautiously raised his head and saw Luke, head lolled back to the side of the headrest, eyes closed, a trail of blood running from the cut on his temple from where his head must have hit the steering wheel, eyes closed, mouth slack. Rosco's brow furrowed.

'Not good.'

Rosco wasn't certain if it was safe to move the obviously injured man. In his academy training days, he knew that could possibly cause more harm. But with these temperatures and with the precarious situation the General was in, he felt moving Luke would be the lesser of the three evils. He just wasn't sure if he was strong enough to hoist himself and Luke up the embankment. Carefully and feeling more then just a bit freaked at the dangerous height, he scrabbled his way over to the drivers side window. The leftover warmth from the engine helped keep his hands mobile. He could see that even though Luke was unconscious, that the cold was definitely affecting the Duke.

He carefully moved forward and stuck his head through the window.

"Luke? Don't go into shock on me now." The cop knew he'd get no answer. This was bad. He was worried that Luke really would go into shock, then what would he do? Reaching over, he felt the neck for a pulse and heaved a sigh of relief to find one.

As gingerly as the clumsy man could, he shimmied himself halfway in through the window. Once more he wondered how he was going to do this. First, he'd have to get Luke out of the car. Easier said then done. He decided to risk kicking out the front windscreen rather then by way out the door window. It was awkward as he wormed his way over Luke's unconscious body and into the passenger seat. Even being crawled over didn't wake the youth. Frowning, Rosco went ahead and brought both his feet up and began to viciously kick at the windshield. The car rocked with each effort, causing Rosco to begin to second-guess what little bit of plan he had.

Rosco was beginning to wonder if Cooter had somehow put in bulletproof glass on the thing when it finally cracked loudly. It hadn't shattered free from it's rubber encasing, but it was now easy to fold it forward, which Rosco now did, taking care not to cut himself. Then he peeled the bottom away from the car and shoved it over the hood so that it fell out of the way into the abyss. Rosco then grabbed Luke under the armpits and tried to hoist him over the dash and onto the hood without hurting him. It wasn't easy and he was nervous about setting the youth on the hood with nothing to keep him from falling. He didn't think he could tie the rope securely enough if he carried Luke on his back. If Luke slipped, there'd be no way Rosco could keep him from falling to his death. Rosco chewed on his bottom lip and then decided on a new course of action.

He untied the rope around his waist and tied a sort of harness around Luke's shoulders. His hands were already starting to cramp from the bitter cold. He was shivering continuously as well, not being dressed for the storm. And Luke was in even worse shape he knew. He had to get him out of the cold as soon as possible or the cold plus the shock could kill him just as sure as plummeting to the rocks below.

Then, Rosco shimmied back over the hood and, holding onto the rope that was attached to Luke, pulled himself into a stand. He didn't dare look down, not at the hood, not at Luke. His eyes on the rock face before him, Rosco heaved himself up and with the rocks and ropes help, climbed his way up painfully slow.

There were some moments when his foot would slip and he could hear the shower of rocks rattle along the hood below him. Anxious, he glanced down despite his misgivings about doing so and was relieved to see Luke still sprawled out on the hood. Sure he now had rocks in his hair, but better in his hair then in his brains. It felt like hours to Rosco and by the time he made it over the cliff with bleeding knuckles and banged up knees, he was sorely out of breath from the exertion and wasn't all that cold anymore. And it wasn't over. He still had to hoist Luke up to safety.

After a minute of two of catching his breath, he took the rope from the rock and unfastened the knot he had tied and instead, looped the slack end over it to let the rock become a pulley. Using the boulder for leverage, his foot raised high up its face, he began to pull. It wouldn't give for a moment. Rosco grimly thought that even while unconscious, Luke was reluctant to abandon the General. Finally after a bit of heave ho-ing, the other end gave and he felt the weight of Luke's body at the end. Pulling some more, it wasn't long before he felt the rope jostle somewhat and figured that was Luke hitting the surface of the rock face.

It was even harder work then getting his own sorry carcass out of that mess. There were several anxious moments when he'd stop after feeling a few major jerks on the rope. Then he'd tie the rope off on the boulder and would peer over the edge to check. His heart would quiver every time he had to get the Duke unstuck.

No matter it felt near to zero out there, but he was sweating bullets by the time he got the unconscious man over the ice-encrusted embankment. He leaned up against the rock to catch his breath and wondered if he still had enough juice to carry Luke to his car. Rosco's arms felt like they were made of rubber. He knew enough that he had to hurry to get Luke out of this weather as soon as possible. Still heaving after the exertion, he crawled over to the prone man, managing to stumble even on all fours and flopped down at his side, panting. He checked Luke's pulse again and he was glad to know that the boy was still with him.

He hooked his arms under Luke's armpits and, stumbling, dragged the body to his waiting vehicle. It took some more effort to heave him into the backseat, but he finally managed it with much relief. Rosco then hurried to the driver's side and turned over the engine, anxious to leave that place.

He felt even more anxious when the engine made no noise whatsoever. Turning the key again and again in panicked repetition did nothing to calm his already shot nerves.

"No, no." He denied and tried the key once more.

Grabbing up the CB with desperation, his voice was more then just a little husky as he radioed for help.

"Enos, this is Rosco, come in." He waited for a moment… for more moments. Nothing but static. "Enos, ya got yer ears on? Ya better not be jawin' with Daisy! Come in, now!"

No response just as before. Rosco hung up the CB and sat back. He turned slightly and looked behind him at the unconscious brunette in the back of his car. He finally had Luke in custody, but this was not the way it was supposed to feel. The sheriff frowned, not looking forward to spending the night on the mountain trapped in his car while waiting out the storm. His stomach growled. He should have eaten supper before all this mess.

It was quickly growing colder, even with everything sealed shut. Even after his workout, the sweat was already dried and he was shivering again.

Dammit all!

In the back of his relatively scatterbrained mind, he had a sense that the two of them weren't going to last the night that way. Well, it was just a good thing that Luke was out cold then, wasn't it? He crawled over into the backseat, shoving Luke over a bit to give his own lanky body some room.

A moan, some slight shifting, Rosco anxiously prods Luke.

"You still with me, Luke?"

The youth groaned again, his face twisted into a grimace. Must be slowly coming to if he can feel the pain then, Rosco thought to himself grimly. Well, he supposed that was good news.

Luke's boots somehow ended up in his lap. He could feel Luke trembling from the cold, just as he was. He shoved them away, somewhat irritated. Luke was long and took up most of the seat. Rosco was rather tall himself so it was cramped back there.

In his effort to secure some seat space for himself, he shoved Luke a little too hard and the youth slipped, then slumped into the floorboard. Rosco silently cursed to himself and crawled over to the other side of the seat. He'd need all the leverage he could spare in his state to pull Luke back up. Granted it was just up into the seat, but he'd used up most of his strength already.

He heaved Luke back into the seat, his strength ebbing as it was, he sat there back to the window with Luke in his lap. If he had his druthers and a full stomach, he'd take the effort to scoot back to his side of the backseat, but instead, he half lay, half sat there, feeling a bit self conscious that Luke now was laying up against him in his lap. It was kinda warmer and it wasn't like there was anyone else around, so he held onto Luke so the boy wouldn't shift again and fall off the seat.

Luke's head lolled back and Rosco was reminded of the head wound. Shifting around a bit, he dug out his bandana from a back pocket and dabbed the corner of it on his tongue, then proceeded to wipe away as much of the blood as he could. It looked worse then it was, he soon realized gratefully.

Luke's head moved, Rosco saw that it wasn't necessarily flopping about, but had some surety in it.

"Rosco…." Luke muttered groggily.

Rosco perked up. "Luke? C'mon now, wake up!" He shook the youth for a good measure.

"I'm cold."

Rosco snorted. "And whose fault is that?" He said somewhat perturbed. After all, his vehicle was all scuffed up, they were lost in a blizzard, and night was coming soon. "This just keeps gettin' better n' better." The sheriff groused as he pulled Luke in closer after his complaint about being cold.

He started a bit as Luke grabbed hold of his arms, but instead of pushing the sheriff away, he held onto the older man best he could.

"My hands…. I can't feel 'em."

Rosco's brows knit. Well, that wasn't good. "Then put 'em in yer armpits."

"I can't."

The sheriff snorted unhappily and grabbed up Luke's hands in his own and began to vigorously rub them, then would occasionally bring them up to his mouth and he'd exhale his warm breath on the chilled digits.

"That feels good."

Rosco flushed a bit at Luke's words, growled something under his breath and considered stopping the treatment, but thought better of it and continued. All the activity was sort of helping to warm him up as well. Besides, he didn't know if he could forgive himself if Luke died when he could have done something to save him. That one time when he thought he had killed the boys, he'd felt sick. Boss had been pulling the strings so he couldn't do as he liked, as he saw fit to do. He didn't even dare tell Lulu his feelings on the matter, afraid that his sister would confront the Boss about it and then it would've all come back to him in a very bad way.

"Just stay with me Luke." He said absently.

"I'm chilled to the bone. This isn't working."

"Ah don't gotta blanket or nothin'."

Luke was silent for a moment as Rosco continued to warm up the youth's hands.

"Back in the army during survival training… we were taught a few things. They were just discussed, mind you… I mean… it IS the marines."

"What?" Rosco pressed, irritated.

"Body heat."

Rosco's hands stopped in midmotion. "Huh? What about it? Ain't that what ah'm doin'?"

"Skin against skin." Luke ventured.

Rosco paled and tried to scoot away from Luke, but Luke was pretty much on top of him and his own back was against the wall, so to speak.

"Ah'm not sure what ya mean." Rosco thought he was misunderstanding, after all, he did that a lot. Besides, what he thought he was hearing… coming from the Duke… it was ludicrous.

"I think you understand more then you let on."

"Luke…" Rosco let Luke's hands go.

Luke stirred in Rosco's lap a little, tipping his head so he could see the cop.

"I can't get warm. I'm losin' body heat. I lose much more I can die."

"Maybe we can try jumpin' jacks or somethin'?" He felt Luke's icy fingertips on his cheek and jumped, but not because of them being cold. "Now cut that out!" Rosco reprimanded shaking his finger at Luke, feeling edgy.

"Rosco…." Luke said in a soft, singsong voice.

Luke's fingertips were ice cold still and made Rosco shiver. "Yer hands 'er still cold."

Luke rolled over best he could onto his stomach so he was now facing the older cop. Rosco looked like he was about to get vapor lock. Luke grinned.

"How 'bout lettin' me warm them up?" Luke started to unbutton Rosco's uniform.

The cop batted at him anxiously. "Ah mean it, ah'm serious!"

"So am I, Rosco." Luke continued to work at Rosco's blue shirt and pushed it open to reveal the sweat stained white undershirt. His hands slipped inside, sliding across the undershirt, feeling the cops pounding heart. The farmboys hands move around and nestle themselves under Rosco's armpits.

Rosco gasped at what felt like someone having just put a bucket of ice under each pit. Luke snuggled up to him, face upon his chest, hands warming under his pits, Rosco didn't dare move.

"Luke, this… this don' feel right."

"On the contrary…" Luke nuzzled Rosco's neck, then lightly lipped a tendon, delighting in Rosco's nervous reaction, but he was even more elated that the cop didn't shove him off which he could have easily done. It'd certainly be warmer if Rosco took off his undershirt, so he pulled it out from under the cops pants and pulled it up. But Rosco held onto the bottom hem, his blue eyes full of trepidation.

"Luke… yer a Duke…. Duke's an' Coltrane's don' mix." Rosco held onto his shirt as if for dear life. It was funny, he'd always thought if he was ever going to get with a Duke, it'd've been with Daisy. But here was Luke, who'd been with every girl in his age bracket in Hazzard County… Rosco knew he was dense at times, but it was obvious, even to him, that Luke was putting the moves on him. "We're enemies." Rosco felt he was losing a handle on the situation.

Luke started to plant kisses along Rosco's neck, moving from one ear to the other. Rosco's Adams apple was bouncing up and down nervously as the cop swallowed. Luke tried to pull up Rosco's shirt again and smiled when Rosco's hands fell away, limp like a pair of rubber chickens. Blue shirt off first though. Luke helped Rosco shrug out of it, and the tie and hat, then pulled off the undershirt revealing the man's wonderfully hairy chest.

Luke hurried out of his own shirt and then pressed himself against Rosco. Bare chest against bare chest, Luke was indeed warming up to the sheriff. Rosco looked like the canary before the cat.

"Relax, Rosco."

Rosco snorted. "How can ah relax with you enjoyin' yerself a bit too much, like?"

Luck chuckled. "You should be flattered."

"Well," Rosco almost growled, "Ah'm far from it."

Luke's hands began to move, exploring the cops exposed chest now that he felt himself warming up.

"Luke…"

"Been a while for you, hasn't it, Rosco?"

Rosco's brows knit. In truth, it had. It'd been too long since anyone had shown any interest in him. Sue Anne had been the last one and had broken his heart. He'd found it hard to trust after that, not that he'd ever been inclined to trust folks much in the first place. But still…… feeling hands roam over his body like that… gave him the shivers, even though he was warming up quite nicely too.

Then, to top it off, Luke began to lick his chest. Rosco's heart was thudding like a frantic thing in his chest. If this was so wrong, why'd it feel so good? Rosco lay there, nearly panting at the unusual physical attention. Luke administered it rather expertly, which made Rosco wonder if Luke had indeed been with other guys as well as girls. He shuddered as Luke lapped at his nipple, then yelped when the youth gave him a light nip with his teeth.

"Ah can getcha fer assult on an officer!" Rosco burbled with mixed feelings.

"You gonna cuff me and stuff me?" Luke looked up at him and smirked at the double entendre. One look at Rosco told him the cop didn't quite get his meaning. Luke chuckled and took another swipe with his tongue, making Rosco gasp again.

"You already stuffed… why should ah cuff ya?" Rosco puzzled.

Luke shook his head. "I ain't stuffed yet." He reached down and grasped hold of the hardening bulge in Rosco's pants.

Rosco's whole body jerked at the sudden attack. Eyes wide, he tried to move back again as Luke's face came nearer to his, but he couldn't go anywhere. Soon enough those lips were planted on his. Rosco jerked again, not quite as wildly as when he felt Luke's hand on his manhood the first time. That wayward hand was still there, kneading it as he kissed Rosco. The sheriff squirmed underneath as Luke kissed him. Odd sounds were issuing from deep within Rosco. He tried to suppress the guttural groan, but it burbled out despite his best efforts.

Luke smiled to himself when he heard that. Rosco was enjoying it, whether he wanted to or not. He wished that the older man would return the attentions to himself though, that would've been the icing on the cake. At least Rosco was accepting of it all, which really surprised the youth. His tongue licked Rosco's lips and tried to enter as his left hand was being kept busy with Rosco's stiffening package. It seemed being attacked at two ends was all it took to befuddle the cop enough to let his guard down and Luke's tongue gained entry.

Once inside, Luke stroked Rosco's tongue with his own, coaxing some sort of action out of the man who flopped under him like a dying fish. Then slow as molasses in December, Rosco's tongue responded. Luke let Rosco explore at his own pace, knowing the guy was still more then a little freaked, but he was elated that the cop was willing to try. Then he felt like glowing when those strong arms that had lifted him from the depths of hell itself carefully snaked around him and then held onto him. Rosco's grunts were less stifled as they probed each other's mouth.

Rosco felt a little bolder the longer they fondled and kissed. He felt guilty as to how good it felt. But it was so nice to feel wanted. A little curious himself, his own hands start to rub up and down Luke's bare, muscular back. Farm work obviously does a body good. Rosco never really noticed before. His hands rove downward until they each got a handful of Luke's toned ass. He squeezed it experimentally and was amazed at how much that turned him on. He continued to kiss the youth, grunting all the while Luke messaged his burning crotch. Rosco was amazed at the thoughts that transpired in his brain, like, how he hoped Luke wouldn't stop there.

To his disappointment, Luke pulled away. The grin on the kids face makes Rosco feel squirrelly. Had all this been a trick after all? There'd be no way he could live this one down! He'd do anything to make sure what happened in his squad car didn't leave his squad car.

"Luke… ah…" Rosco began and tried to climb over the seat to get to the front to salvage what little bit of pride he had left. But Luke grabbed hold of him and pulled him back down.

"Where you running off to?" Luke stared into Rosco's worried eyes. "You done already? But we only just started."

"Ah thought… well, when you stopped, ah thought…"

Luke chuckled and began to unbuckle Rosco's belt. "Thinkin' too much doesn't sit well in your stead, Rosco." Then Luke got the belt loose and grabbed hold of the top button of Rosco's slacks. He continued to stare at Rosco. "You want me to stop, you just have to say so."

They stared at each other for a long, quiet while. Rosco's silence telling Luke all he needed to know and he continued to work at Rosco's pants. He carefully tugged them off, removing Rosco's boots and setting the gun safely aside without touching it, since touching a gun was definitely out during his probation. He smirked quietly to himself, and what about making it with your parole officer?

Soon enough, Rosco was completely unfettered before his eyes. He could see that the man had lost weight and Luke knew it was due to the fact that Rosco could barely afford to survive what with the strangle hold Boss Hogg had on the mans paycheck. Luke felt a little guilty, knowing that anytime Rosco's squad car got wrecked, that spiteful and stingy Boss took it out of his paycheck, and more often then not, they got wrecked on the Duke's account. Luke traced his fingers along Rosco's thigh, his fingers still cold, but becoming more flexible by the moment. The rest of his body was definitely warming up.

He stared at Rosco's member, fairly impressed. That fueled him to work at releasing himself from his own pants. It was rushed and soon his clothes were mixed with Rosco's on the floorboard. He lay on top of Rosco and where skin touched skin, it felt like a branding iron was applied but only in the most pleasurable way.

Luke slipped down, applying kisses all along the cop's body as he moved. Rosco squirmed. Luke's kisses brought him to a region he very much wanted to explore. He began to kiss at the base of the staff, moving the hair aside best he could. A calloused hand grasped the member, making Rosco jerk. The hand traveled its length as Luke continued to kiss along its base.

What with Rosco being king of extraneous noises, Luke figured he'd heard every noise possible out of the man. However, once he took his tongue to that staff, Rosco emitted a volley of new sounds… sounds that excited Luke. So the farm boy couldn't wait any longer and took the man into his mouth.

The sheriff groaned and writhed under Luke's fierce attention. So long! He seriously couldn't recall the last time he'd had sex. It was definitely before Daisy had shown up in Hazzard County and how many years had that been? He stared down at the dark haired youth that was doing things to his person he had doubted would ever happen again anytime soon. In his hazed brain, he wondered why Luke was doing what he was doing.

Not that he wanted Luke to stop… which he didn't.

Rosco was panting now, trying to gasp in enough air to keep from passing out. Luke took him in fully, using his tongue on his entire length. Rosco closed his eyes and tried to relax, but the feel of Luke going down on him… it was simply amazing. Rosco couldn't keep his body still. Every time Luke moved, he moved. He moved, he jerked, he moaned. It was the best feeling! His mind screamed at him, upset that a Duke was creating these feelings, but Rosco ignored his misgivings for now. He wanted to absorb the pleasure to its fullest. If they were going to die out there, they may as well die with smiles on their faces. So he let Luke do as he would, which he was doing very nicely.

Luke's sensuous attentions stopped all too soon. Gasping, Rosco's head flopped forward and he looked questioningly at the Duke.

"Got some lube, by any chance?" Luke asked as he stared up at Rosco with eager heat in his eyes.

Rosco stared back with equal heat. "Ah got some 10W40 in mah trunk." He said puzzled.

Luke chuckled and shook his head. "Not THAT kinda lube."

"Then what fer?"

Luke grasped Rosco again, which continued to make the cop shiver. "I want this dipstick to check my oil level."

Rosco comprehended at last and though he felt a little squeamish about what the Duke was proposing, the love-starved part of him urged him forward.

He dove for the glove compartment and ripped the thing open. He dug around frantically for a bit until he found the jar. Thankfully he hadn't used the last of the Vaseline up. When you're on the road all the time like he was, your lips got awfully dry. He fell back into the back seat and offered Luke up the jar.

Luke took the jar from Rosco and opened it up, then scooped out a generous handful. He grinned evilly at the sheriff, who backed up as much as he could, still not one hundred percent sure he was up to this. But when Luke slathered his rod with the stuff and positioned himself on all fours with rear in the air and pointed directly at the cop… Rosco decided he didn't want to miss the moment, not knowing if or when it'd ever happen again. So he got on his knees and hesitated a moment before he tried to mount Luke.

After poking at Luke's end a number of times without success, Rosco sighed and paused.

"Ah'm not sure how this works."

"It's easy, Rosco, tab A into slot B." Luke looked behind him. "You may have to eyeball it."

Rosco nodded and gulped. He was really going to go and do it. He pushed aside one cheek and took himself in his free hand and then pushed. For a moment, there was resistance, then…

It was Luke's turn to groan as Rosco found his way in at last. He'd secretly hoped for this very moment forever, it seemed. But there was no way he could have shared his dream with anyone, even with Bo. No one would understand… not even he understood it entirely, after all, how many crummy things had Rosco done to him and his family, how many times had he and his family been thrown into jail on some trumped up charge by the very same man who was sliding it home now? He couldn't count them. But as Rosco worked on him now, none of that seemed to matter. Luke had what he wanted. Besides, to a Duke, Rosco was the third constant of the universe.

The squad car rocked back and forth with Rosco's efforts. The more he pushed, the easier it was to push aside the doubts he had about the whole thing. He'd missed this kind of thing. Missed it a lot. Luke was very pliable, very willing, also seemingly very easy to please. Rosco pressed in as far and as hard as Luke let him. He felt an old, yet familiar sensation building deep within. It fed him and yet dogged him at the same time. He leaned against Luke's back and reached his hands down, grasping Luke for the first time and began to pump Luke. He'd never felt someone else's before, so he was surprised at how similar, yet different it felt from his own.

Luke was moaning his own song and gasped as Rosco bravely took him in hand attacking him from both the front and the rear. Luke threw his head back and with his hands, crawled up so they were resting on the doors armrest and he was partially upright. Rosco was still pressed up against him like a second skin. He noted the windows were completely fogged over from their activity.

"Rosco!" Luke gasped in pleasure.

Rosco's legs were getting tired. He buried the side of his face into Luke's back as he held onto the man, though even holding onto Luke was a challenge with all the sweat.

"Don't stop, Rosco!" Luke commanded and Rosco obliged.

Luke could feel himself on the brink. "Almost there…. Please…"

Rosco was almost there himself but wasn't sure just how almost there Luke was in comparison. "Ah can't hold it, Luke." Rosco said desperately.

"Wait for me, Rosco."

"Ah can't!"

"Then pump faster!"

"Keep yer pants on!" And Rosco laughed at that, but did as Luke wished for a change.

He held it as best he could, waiting for the Duke until Luke cried out.

"God, Rosco! I'm…!"

Luke's body quivered and Rosco had a feeling he knew what was coming, and with relief, let his flow loose inside the youth just as he felt a warm and sticky fluid coat his hands.

Luke emptied himself out onto Rosco's hands with wild abandon, calling out the mans name as he weakly kept himself propped up. He felt as Rosco released himself inside him and felt like preening. It had felt as good as he had always hoped it would, even though in his state, he felt even weaker now then he had. But he didn't care! It was worth it! Luke collapsed in his own mess on the seat, exhausted, but thoroughly warmed up. He felt Rosco's weight press down on top and those arms wrap around him again as the man snuggled with him.

Rosco lay there panting, as Luke was, feeling elated. It had gone better then he'd thought it would. Nothing was said for a long moment as they both tried to catch their breaths.

"How you feelin'?" Rosco asked gently.

"Tired… good too! You was worth it though."

"You ain't hurt, ain't'cha?"

Luke smiled at the worry he heard in the question. "A little. You were my first, well, guy that is."

Rosco blinked, not expecting to hear that. "But, you was so….. good at it, ah expected you to've been, well….. experienced."

Luke chuckled, and searched for Rosco's hand. Upon finding it, he threaded his fingers through and clasped it. Rosco held onto him tightly… but not too tight. Now that the act was done, he was back to wondering what it had been all about and felt somewhat anxious about it.

"Was waitin' for you, Rosco."

The older man blushed. "Why? You 'n me 're on two different sides of the law."

Though that was true, it was not exactly as Rosco portrayed it. Luke knew the reason Rosco became corrupt was Boss Hogg's doing. He'd been a good cop once.

"You may not believe it, I don't quite believe it myself, but I love ya." Luke murmured.

Rosco let that one sink in a good while before he felt sure of what should be said to that. Not that he felt he could really feel sure of anything now that he knew what apparently had been Luke's big secret.

"Ah don't understand."

"You and me both, Rosco."

Rosco sighed, feeling torn. It was going to change things and he had no idea if it would be for the better. It made him feel warm and fuzzy knowing that someone loved him… but why'd it have to be Luke Duke? Why not someone like May Belle or that new gal at the Boars Nest Daisy was training, what was her name? Hell, or even that dipstick Enos? The fact that it was a Duke…

"This ain't ever leavin' this car, Luke. No one can know… if we ever get outta here."

Luke suspected as much. "I know. We need to get out of here first, though. Then we worry about what to do with our love life."

Rosco grimaced at the term and once again worried over the fact that it applied to a Duke. If they got out of there… he was going to have to face it sooner or later, but he was afraid, afraid of falling for a Duke.

"It's gonna be a long night." Rosco sighed and continued to cuddle with Luke.

"But not lonely." Luke added, grinning.

Rosco grunted wordlessly to that. He started to shiver already as the sweat began to dry along his back. Rosco reached down and dug out his jacket and pulled it over on top of him.

Luke fell asleep that way, covered by Rosco's body. Rosco didn't fall asleep right away though. His mind was too busy trying to come to terms with what had happened and what he was feeling and what the future could possibly hold for the two unlucky lovers. Luke sounded like he wanted more… hell, even HE wanted more, crazy as that sounded to him. But, dammit, beggars like him couldn't be choosers! He was finally given a chance at love and he was going to do his best by it!

Once he came to that decision, he felt like he could fall asleep at last.

To Be Continued…