before walking into his kitchen to fix himself a drink. It had been a long, exhausting day
and he was eager to sit down and unwind; the sound of scotch pouring over the ice
clinking in the glass music to his ears.
He walked over to the plush sofa, the chilled glass in one hand and his cigarettes and
lighter in the other. Roy sat down with a grateful sigh, placing the carton of cigarettes and
the lighter on the side table as he crossed his legs. Laying his arm across the back of the
sofa, he tipped his head back as he sipped his drink, releasing a sigh of content as he sank
into the cushions; swirling the ice around in the glass idly.
He had just finished closing his most recent case that involved a bunch of junkies getting
their fix from a popcorn stand, of all places. Popcorn cups with syrettes of morphine
taped on the bottom were handed out; and in plain view, no less. Some musicians liked
the high they got from the army surplus and got greedy, buying more and more until they
dropped, literally.
It was all just pathetic and disgusting; bunch of lazy, good-for-nothing misfits.
He hated working in Vice sometimes, the desk only provided further proof that the world
was going to hell. But, hey, if he got a decent paycheck for sorting through society's
garbage, he wouldn't complain.
As an added bonus, he had a new partner on his arm to help make the job a little less
boring; and he wasn't all that bad to look at, either. Cole Phelps is his name, and if it
hadn't been for the sweet talk and favors he had done to get his hands on him he'd still be
investigating stone cold hookers with that old dog, Galloway.
Almost six months to the day was when he had met Cole back when he was in Traffic;
and he had heard a lot of nice things about him, a stellar arrest record being one of them.
He was impressed, and he had been certain that if he got Cole where he wanted him then
maybe, just maybe, his magic would rub off on him too. The less trash on the streets, the
more money in his pocket.
Roy grinned to himself, finishing the contents of his glass.
He placed the glass down next to his cigarettes, eagerly reaching for them; his hand
paused. His spread legs pulled the fabric to tautness, his loins stirring enticingly as they
pressed against the zipper. Roy ran his hand along the front of his pants, his breath
hitching as he gave an experimental squeeze.
It had been awhile since he had been with anyone; it was becoming more evident as he
continued to pet himself. The throbbing heat was becoming unbearable; he had to take
care of it before it destroyed him.
He undid his belt and unzipped, reaching his hand inside to pull his pulsing cock from its
confinement, gritting his teeth and hissing when he pressed his index finger down on the
tip. Encouraged by the tantalizing shiver that went down his spine, he began to stroke
himself.
It was boring. No matter how quickly he stroked his shaft he just wasn't getting the same
satisfaction he did from mere moments ago. He really should have nabbed a broad from a
bar; but he was in no mood to turn on the charm. He tried to picture every woman he ever
slept with, the erotic expressions on their faces and the harmonic moans that fell from
their lips. It had been enough for him before, but now…it was too bland.
Roy paused in his ministrations, his grip loosening as he stared up at the ceiling in
frustration.
'Come on, Roy…'For whatever reason, he pictured Cole's face, hearing the stern tone in his voice.
He started to stroke his member once more, taking on a slower pace as he tried to imagine
Cole more clearly. Cole had sandy blonde hair; despite being slicked back, it was the
softest looking hair he had ever seen. Cole had interesting eyes; cloudy, pale blues that
were so full of woe. He was almost certain that at one point in time they were more
spirited, full of hope. But the way he narrowed his eyebrows when he grew suspicious or
annoyed was so appealing.
He would playfully jab at the blonde just to see those eyebrows arch disapprovingly.
Roy smirked as he wondered if Cole would disapprove of him jerking off in this very
moment. He shifted his legs so they were splayed out in front of him, sinking into the
cushions as he grew more relaxed. Those soft, full lips that pursed whenever Cole was
deep in thought.
Roy gasped, his hips jerking forward when he imagined how Cole looked with his lips
around his cock, his hands on his thighs as he sucked on him. "Cole…" he moaned,
resting his head back on the couch. Yes, he liked the sound of Cole's name as it rolled off
his tongue; and he was sure that his own name would sound even better in that baritone
voice that was entirely unique to Cole. A primal growl escaped his lips as his pace
quickened, loving the idea of the blonde being pushed up against a wall and pounding
into him. He couldn't quite imagine just how the detective would sound in bed, but
remembering his yelps when avoiding passing bullets sufficed.
Cole appeared to have quite the trimmed form, muscles he undoubtedly earned from his
days as a marine. He would definitely feel good with his arms wrapped around him,
shoving his tongue down his throat.
He would love to get his hands on that perfectly round ass and squeeze those cheeks for
all their worth. Cole would look amazing against a wall, writhing and moaning in one of
his three-piece suits.
The blonde would come first, and then he would get him on his knees and have him
finish him off with that mouth of his, "Take it all, Cole," he ordered lowly, licking his
lips in anticipation. Roy cupped his balls as gingerly as he imagined his partner would,
slowly rubbing them before building up speed. The combination of the attention that was
paid to his nether region and Cole's eyes as they looked up at him, half lidded with lust,
drove him insane, his back arching as his orgasm came so deliciously close.
His mouth fell open, his voice catching in his throat as he bucked wildly at thin air.
His body shuddered, his fingers capturing his essence and he couldn't help himself when
he imagined how adorable Cole would look with it streamed out of the side of his mouth,
his lips pulling up into that embarrassed smile of his whenever he was praised.
Roy's eyes finally snapped open, blinking away the fantasies as he readjusted his position
on the couch. He wiped his hand off on his pants, leaning over to grab a cigarette and his
lighter from the side table.
After lighting it, he held his breath before slowly blowing out a puff of smoke, his eyes
glancing down at the mess in his lap. Well, he had never expected to feel that good with a
man in mind. And he couldn't help but wonder just how much better it would feel if he
had the real thing in his possession.
'I sure hope you enjoyed your time in Homicide, Phelps, because now, you're all mine…'+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.
I wrote this little piece back on December 3rd 2013, a couple weeks before the
LANoirekinkmeme was closed, when I found a prompt asking for Roy to spend some
quality time alone while either thinking about Cole or his precious Cadillac.
Well, it may have been an entertaining parody if it featured his beloved car, but I decided
to go with the unrequited RoyxCole angle instead.
You're probably wondering why I'm posting these dates down here; these dates are
when I finished and posted the fics on my tumblr and the LANoirekinkmeme and I like to
keep a record of everything I write. These old stories will be posted with current dates on
but I just want all my readers to know of my progress as I continue to write.
Sorry in advance if it seems strange or painstaking. ^^;
Lin