So, what happens after Javier shimmies over to the disco Queens, Lanie & Tory?
Review or PM if you want me to keep going with this. Sorry, for posting my first (and possibly last) UNBETA'ED fic. Time is of the essence today, I only had a few hours to write, edit and post the whole thing. My sincere apologies, for typos- I promise not to let this speed-posting become a habit.
Warnings: Castle fandom/ Espo/Parrish/Ellis/Ryan/Rated M/ Het Steamy Romance/ Teeters on crackfic, but I'll let you be the judge of that, seems all too plausible from my view.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but sometimes I wonder if they own me?
After the third consecutive time Espo let Ryan's call go to voicemail, he finally wiped his hand on the bed, so that he could manipulate the touch screen of his phone, without causing water damage with all the lady juices running down his fingers.
"Kev, man, this better be important. I can not tell you how knee deep I am in seventies' sexploitation, right now. All that shit I said about not wanting to go back in time, I take it back, all of it."
Ryan's reply rode up and down in pitch like a penny whistle, "Javi, man, you so groooovy, "
"Shit, Kev, you all right?" His partner sounded high as a fourth-of-July kite.
With spaced-out curiosity Ryan replied, "I dunno. It's all dark, and my knees are very close to my face. At least, I think they're my knees." Javier heard Kevin shout away from the phone, "Hey, are these anybody else's knees?"
"Oh my god, Kev, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Javi started down the hallway, so his concerned tone of voice, wouldn't break the girl's mood, in the off chance that Kev was screwing with him. No need to banish Foxxy Brown and Tory hot pants in there, if his partner had just locked himself in his hallway closet, again, because he drunkenly mistook it for the john.
"Nope, these are my knees, cause I can smell the polyester." Kev flipped his phone outward to shine the small blue light of the screen on the space around him. "I think I'm luggage, Javi."
"What the fuck? Kev, man, you're freaking me out. This better not be some joke. Cause there is no way you could ever make it up to me." Javi yelled his whisper into just the mouthpiece side of the phone. "Tory and Lanie sandwich! Do you hear me? Dude, I'm 'bout to find out how far I go, before I break."
Still drowsy-voiced, "Yeah, that sounds nice, I want a sandwich. But I can't move my feet, cause I'm trapped under luggage."
Javier knew this was a legit emergency now. After he and Kevin had highjacked Tech officer Tory's workstation for their porn surfing raids, there was no way Kevin would blow off the chance to jibe Javi for the bomb he'd just dropped.
"Ry, listen to me. I need you to stay on the line, one more minute, can you do that partner? Don't hang up the phone." Espo walked back to the bedroom where he left the dripping duo, counting up the ways that Kevin would owe him for the rest of his natural life, if this little interruption, put an end to the 'far out' journey he was on.
When he got back to the doorway, his heart nearly stopped when he noticed Tory's hand, sidewinding purposefully between Lanie's thighs, and the good medic's head arching back, to track the headboard. 'Dammit Kevin! If you aren't dying, I'm gonna kill you.'
"Ladies, I can't believe I'm gonna break this up, but I think Ry is in trouble." The contracting expressions of pleasure on their faces, as the women turned their thoughts to problem-solving, nearly stabbed Javi in the gut. 'Never gonna forgive you for this, Kev.'
"The signal's coming from over here." Staring down at the glorified spy app on her phone, Tory Ellis raced across the parking garage. She was headed in the direction of the redhot GTO, that had nearly crippled Javi earlier in the night, when he slid across it's hood.
Espo broke into a dash, sending his relax curl fro into a bouncy jaunt. He yelled into his handset, "Kev, you still with me? We're coming for you, bro." Garbled singing was all that could be heard on the other end of the line.
Lanie's eyes grew wide when she heard the very un-Ryan-like sound on speaker phone. She hurriedly tried to shove her feet back into the platform heels she was carrying over her shoulder, and started chasing after them.
When they approached the vintage muscle machine, Tory announced, "We're standing on the dot!" indicating to the other two, that her tech skills couldn't do anything more for them.
"Kev! Kev! Where are you, bro?" Javi dug his hands into the thin stretchy pockets, of his synthetic pants, searching for the solitary key to the rental. He couldn't see anything inside, just shiny black leather upholstery, and the ridiculous overgrown sweater, he'd discarded earlier.
Once Lanie's noisy clack-clacking approach died down, she hissed, "Shh! I hear something," while turning her ear to the sculpted tail of the classic sex-magnet auto. All three of them searched each other's eyes for confirmation.
"It's morning!" Kevin deliriously declared, when Javi popped the trunk.
Digging out the floppy, overstuffed brown leather bags, that he recognized as props for the precinct's seventies makeover, Espo questioned, "Man, what the fuck are you doing in here? Did that pornstache glue melt your brain? How did you even get in here?"
As he tried to jump out onto the pavement, Ryan fell into Tory's chest, knocking her into Lanie's unsteady perch on stilt-like shoes. When the women managed to save him from a concrete face plant, he explained, "Nice big man, helped fold me up, cause I couldn't walk anymore."
Espo lifted Ryan's right arm, and wrapped it around the back of his neck, "Wow, we gotta get you inside. No one needs to see this." Tory propped up the dis-abled man's other side, while Lanie repacked the trunk, and slammed it shut.
"Lordy, that disco's some powerful drug" Lanie said to herself, using her hand to fan away the lustful sensations of Ellis and Espo, tingling all over her skin.
"Maybe someone Roof-ied him? Do you think this could be the result of alcohol? Isn't he Irish for fuck sake?" Tory was very confused.
Lanie counseled, "I have no idea, Sugarplum. Kevin's definitely a light weight, but that display was something else, even for Ryan."
Espo shook his partner's shoulders, as he propped him up on the couch. "Ryan, Ryan, do you know who we are?"
"Oh yeah," he closed one eye, and pointed drunkenly at each of them in turn.
"Your, Javi! You're the big brother I never had."
"And you're Lanie. You're the hot, older girlfriend, of the the big brother I never had."
"And you're Tori. You're the face I imagine, when Jenny Frigidpants has another headache, and I need to tug off in the shower."
Lanie cut him off with a high pitched, "Okay, then, I think we can rule out date-rape drugs. He is fully aware of who we are. Let's just get him to drink some water, and lie down, so he doesn't fall off that sofa."
About ten minutes after they got Ryan's stubborn pointy cowboy boots off, a light snore arose from the couch. Tory tucked the flowing golden locks of his wig behind his ear, when she noticed that they were rising and falling with his exhalations. Damn, he looked twistedly edible in seventies free-love style. Tory thought she had better get a hold of herself, before a comment like that slipped, out loud. She was plenty drunk enough, to make a mess of her workplace relations right now. And she had a track record.
Before Tory came to work at the 12th, her inability to curb her lust at the workplace, had made a mess of her well-paying Silicon Valley job. Luckily, the same skills she had learned there, also taught her how to clean up the trail of online evidence of the scandal. And she didn't have any high-level competition for the relatively poorly compensated NYPD post. After that fiasco, she had been holding herself in a vice grip of self control, especially on the job.
But the relentless pressure of holding her reins in, as tight as she could, was beginning to show in the thin line of her lips, not to mention the chiseled paint of her eyeliner, and tight knot of hair. Sometimes she thought it too obvious, that she was lacing herself up tight, because she didn't trust herself.
Especially around Ryan and Esposito.
She knew that Espo would jump at the chance to bed her, with the slightest glance sideways. But she had been holding out. Despite, his obvious challenges with relationships, it appeared to Tory that Espo was improving with age, like a fine wine. Every year he seemed to shed a little of his aggro-idiot, foot-in-mouth disease, but at the same time his physique didn't lose a bit of it's shiny luster. Without the threat of a steady dating dance card, she strategized that waiting for his EQ break-even point, would be well worth it. Tory thought he had serious potential, for more than a brief carnal carnival. So, she was biding her time until she could get her next promotion. Clearly, they would never have a chance, if he outranked her.
But, honestly, thinking of Javi was often just a useful distraction from her overwhelming licentious yen for Ryan.
The forbidden, pure as the driven snow, damnably out of reach, Kevin Ryan.
Ellis gritted her teeth, as his visage flashed in her mind. Even with her eyes closed, she couldn't stop him from invading her thoughts. And even though his candid confession was out of character, it was no surprise to her, that he lusted for her too. They invariably popped matching jaw-clenching muscles, whenever one of them entered, or left, a room.
Still, he was here on her couch, passed out in an outfit that was the stuff of porntastic fantasy. Looking like he wasn't himself at all, like she had manifested her ardent hope for a carbon copy of the detective, that wasn'tspoken for. Her thoughts raced to the toy filled 'naughty box' under the bed in the other room, which provided the only sex she had allowed herself for over a year. She made a mental note to be discreet, if she needed something from that box tonight, because the inside lid was plastered with a collection of precinct security feed screen captures, all of Ryan's beautiful, untouchable face, and form.
Tonight's explorations, of the ever so seductive Lanie and Esposito, had left her without the full capabilities of her self control. So that, right now, all she could hear echoing in her skull was the punishing phrase, 'Hell in a hand basket', over and over, again.
Yep, she was screwed.
Tory thought she had better go rejoin Javier and Lanie in the the bedroom, if she had any hope of keeping her new life from imploding tonight. Her hopes weren't high at this point, but it would certainly be fun to try. Maybe, just maybe, if she could expend enough of her pent up sexual energy with the two of them, she would pass out, or forget about the forbidden fruit hanging low in her living room.
Yeah, she didn't buy it either, but that didn't mean she wouldn't give it her very best, over-achieving effort. She had to at least try, right?
Thanks, friends, for reading and reviewing, sorry again for not being able to wait for beta's on this one. One time thing, (or rare exercise) I promise!