CHAPTER 3 - Early Release
Unbeknownst to the couple - power games were being had behind the scenes. They needed the couple to be on the outside together rather than having the twisted courtship they were having right now. It was nothing to do with sentiment. Well at least not on Penning's part but rather in desperation. The case against Braga was going badly and the loss of life for both informants and undercover agents was becoming uncomfortable to say the least. He figured that Verone and O'Conner were big enough and bad enough to survive.
His Boss was listening, "Explain it to me."
"We need his skills."
His boss rolled his eyes as he was being obtuse. "Break it down for me."
Penning took a deep breath, "For the LAPD he was a star UC officer. He went under, got the dirt and got out with no one to the wiser. He was never even suspected apart from the last case and talked himself out of it even then."
His boss nodded. "So why do I remember him as a fugitive?"
Penning winced as it was a fair question. O'Conner was good but he'd slipped up in the Toretto case. Penning was nothing if not thorough and he had an argument prepared. "The LAPD didn't do their homework. The psych profile explained that he wanted a family. The Toretto's showed him what a family could be and he fell in love with the idea."
His boss was listening intently, mainly because Braga was becoming a major embarrassment to the Agency and Penning was one of the few offering a solution. "Why will he work for us?"
Penning grinned, "If his boyfriend is released and he is a smart boy. He knows that if we want him we will get him or make him miserable until we get him."
The Director looked at his Agent to see if this would be a problem for him but clearly it wouldn't. "Is Verone behaving?"
Penning snickered, "Ever since O'Conner started visiting he has been a model citizen. O'Conner too since he opened the garage."
The Director was clearly deliberating over the idea. If he did it; it would be a major risk but then again in regards to Braga they had no other real option. "What about Verone?"
Penning knew this would be the clincher, "He has a combative history with Braga. He would probably help us just because it is Braga."
The Director decided that as there was no other real solution or option being offered that it would be a deal that could work. "I'll set it up. It seems Verone's sentence is about to get cut in half."
Brian had no idea he was just happy right now.
Brian was always glad to see one of his lover's letters but he wasn't sure what this one was about as he was due up to the prison the next day. Carter usually wrote his letter just after he left. That way he could tease Brian and carry on any threads that were not finished in their prison conversations.
Dear Corazon.
I have great news.
Brian wondered just what could make Carter so happy.
When you visit tomorrow I will be allowed home with you permanently. They're allowing me early release.
I'm counting down the hours.
Ever yours,
Carter
Brian was not the type prone to overreaction but this set his heart racing. It was everything that he wanted and dreamed of, but at what price? The Authorities would have hated that Carter skirted the edge of the system using the technicalities like he did. So was he being released? He would tread carefully but he would not kick the gift that was being given. He had wanted Carter for a long time and he had the perfect gift to give him - Himself.
He hollered, "Rome I gotta go. Something has come up."
Something indeed, Brian was already making a mental checklist. He needed to go to the club. He needed to check in with Carter's underlings and make sure that his house was aired for his release tomorrow. He wanted everything to be perfect for Carter's release. The great irony being that while Carter would appreciate the effort - he wanted only thing, Brian.
Brian wasn't sure why Carter was being released early but he wouldn't kick a gift horse in the mouth.
Brian was comfortable driving out to the prison, having done it often enough. In fact, there were some days he'd driven here and not remembered actually driving out. Today was different. Today he would be driving here for the final time. He could pick his boyfriend up and not have to think about returning.
He was lying back against the Skyline, which had been Carter's gift. He looked cool behind his shades despite the raging heat of the Miami sun. He'd seen the odd security guard sneer at him but he couldn't care. The last stupid bastard who'd made a homophobic comment ended up with a broken nose. Brian had blinked innocently as the guard had said that after calling him a, 'good for nothing fag who was only good ...' Well you got the idea and Brian had not liked the names. He didn't care what they thought only that they were stupid enough to voice that opinion around him.
"Corazon," was Carter's fond greeting.
Brian took his shades down to drink in his lover free from captivity. It may have been minimum security but it wasn't freedom. "Freedom is a good look on you."
Carter smirked, "Now what about that treat?"
Brian shivered. The one thing that their long courtship had built up was sexual tension. It was tragic just how sore his right hand was right now, but it would soon be very different. He had explained in his last letter that was basically a filthy porn filled letter all the things that he wanted Carter to do to him. "Yeah back to yours?"
"Oh yeah."
Brian purposefully didn't look at Carter. Whilst he was a great driver and didn't always need to look at the road he just knew that the way his feelings were going haywire that if he didn't he would wreck. "Don't distract me."
Carter was playing innocent, "I'm not doing anything!"
Sure he wasn't, Brian thought. "So your hand is not creeping up my leg?" He said the last bit as he adjusted himself in the driver's seat to get more comfortable - driving with a hard on is always so impractical. Still with some luck - he managed to get them back through the gate of Carter's beachside mansion. Carter still had ownership as the authorities had failed to seize it. Brian didn't care about how big the house was. He was more interested in the person in the passenger seat. He looked over at Carter and knew that he was struggling to reign in his lust just as much as Brian. It had been building for several months and countless visits sitting across the table - not able to touch.
Brian looked at him ruefully. "It is stupid. I want to touch you so badly."
Carter was hanging on the words, knowing what his corazon was saying without saying it. "But?"
Brian shook his head, "Oh no doubt on my part. Just know that once I get my hands on you ... I'm unlikely to stop."
Carter looked over at Brian's eyes, and wow. He'd never seen his eyes that shade of blue, but all Carter could see was the lust and affection blown wide in his eyes. He was hiding nothing from him and Carter was greedy he wanted it all. "We need to be in my bed. Now."
Brian laughed in shock, and a little relieved to see that actually this was not just all him. He was relieved that they both practically ran to the bedroom. They did crash into a wall in a clash of heated lips and roving hands but it served to remind them why they needed a bed. This was not going to be over quickly.
Brian saw the bedroom and ended up pressed against the window, as Carter pulled his clothes off. He laughed out of breath in amazement. "You need to be naked too."
Brian watched as Carter slowly stripped. He may have been locked away but he not gone to waste. To Brian he looked fit and healthy. No doubt as it was one thing that he could fill up his day with. Brian didn't want to look anymore - he needed to touch. He pulled Carter close, mouthing at his neck; letting his tongue run along the shoulder blade up to the tight chord in his neck. He bit down gently and it was enough to ignite Carter. He surged up against him. Their weeping erections slid against each other. Brian whined, bucking wildly into the sensation. They really needed to be lying flat, although a wall sounded good right now.
Carter was lost to the sensations. He could feel the slick building between the two of them and his nerves were firing off the best messages but he wouldn't let Brian have it all his own way. He gripped Brian's hips and rolled them so they tumbled onto the bed with him on top. He froze seeing Brian go pliant. He was surprised to see the lazy sexy smirk, "This is your night. I won't be so easy any other night."
Well that was quite an invitation and one that Carter felt he was duty bound to explore. He looked down at the beautiful, writhing creature that was pinned below him, and struggled to decide what he wanted to do first. Prison had let him devise so many fantasies. "So damn beautiful. Want to do so many things to you."
"Yeah." Brian was aiming for nonchalant but it came out breathless as Carter swirled his tongue around one nipple.
Carter loved the sounds he could get Brian to make. He would take time to make sure he could catalogue each one. He bit gently down as he tweaked the other one earning a long groan.
Brian was trying his best to behave and let Carter have control for the evening. He would never normally be so passive but he wanted to let Carter get some control back. He would have had to follow too many orders and rules in the last few months. Besides it was not like he was being altruistic. His mind was being blown - quite literally. He writhed as Carter kissed and bit a path from his nipples. He looked down and saw the evil glint. "Don't tease."
Carter's smirk grew as he kissed along the leg, missing his rock hard, weeping erection. He passed it by, "I will get you there Corazon."
Brian threw his head back against the pillow in frustration. It was not fair - Carter was slowly driving him crazy and yet he was still able to string sentences together. Brian could still play dirty he begged. "Need you ... to touch me."
Carter was the one to groan and rested his head against Brian's neck. He could feel his breath, resting hot and heavy. Carter was distracted even as he tried to regain his cool. He felt the tongue snake out and lick his shoulder blade. He was so distracted that he missed Carter slicking up his hand and stroking him. He nearly arched off the bed in shock. He was a mess of distractions of feelings and sensations ... and he never wanted it to end.
Carter watched in awe as Brian chased his climax, pushing into his fist. It was one of the hottest memories he had; it would be forever seared into his memories. He didn't want it to end like this. He bent lower taking the tip of Brian into his mouth, suckling the tip and tonguing the slit. He was fumbling for the lube, not as smooth as he would be normally but lust had taken over.
Brian laughed breathlessly as he watched Carter fumble the lube and pleaded, "Need to come. Please."
He groaned as Carter pulled away in a lewd pop. "I want us to come together with me in you."
And that sounded like the best plan ever. "Fuck me!"
Brian may be letting Carter take the reins so to speak but no one would ever mistake him for submissive. It wasn't a request. It was a demand and one that Carter was only too happy to obey. "Roll over."
Brian rolled gracefully over and pushed his ass into the air, and offered a cheeky enticing wiggle. "Come on ..."
Carter was presented with an incredible view. He wanted to do so many things. "Christ that is a view. I want to do so many things to you."
Brian groaned, not through lust but frustration. The time for talk was over he wanted Carter in him - sooner rather than later. "Less talk ..."
Carter grinned his lover was affected. No longer the cool iceman he was famed to be. He just needed a little passion it seemed to melt those walls. He let one finger circle his hidden entrance, and smirked as Brian tried to thrust back onto the finger. "So impatient," he chided.
Brian hissed, "Fuck you."
Carter laughed, "Relax I'll get you there."
Brian groaned, "Wh ... en?"
It came out rather strangulated as Carter thrust one finger inside, quickly followed by another. He was letting out a whole rash of noises. Carter wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside, but he wouldn't hurt Brian. He made sure he was slicked up, and stretched to accommodate him.
Brian was stuck in that terrible place of not enough pleasure to put him over the edge, and he was stuck on that precipice for too long. He felt like he was about to burst out of a skin. "Need more."
Carter was pleased to find that Brian was not meek; in fact he was anything but meek. He would need someone who could stand up to him. Still they were definitely on the same page; he wanted to fuck Brian as much as he wanted to be fucked. He pulled his fingers out and lined himself up.
Brian went from about to whine about being empty to gasping at the sudden fullness. He was so full and keening in pleasure at how well Carter could find and attack his prostate. He whined as Carter pulled nearly the whole way out and thrust back in. It was exactly what he wanted. He thrust back setting up a fast pace. This would never be slow. Too much need and tension had built up in the last few months. "Fuck so perfect."
Carter would have made a comment but he was too busy thrusting in hard and fast. He needed Brian to understand how much he mattered, "Need this. Need you."
It was already so much more than need. Dare they say it. It was love. Brian was seeing stars, and he tipped over the edge. "Love you."
Carter would have come in reflex from being squeezed so tightly, but hearing the word, 'love'. Well that was what had triggered his own climax. They collapsed together on the bed unconcerned about wet spots, or the morning after. They were here, together and in love. Carter pulled Brian close and defied anyone who could split them.
Fate was a funny thing - it might not succeed but it would have a damn good go and the FBI, Braga and the Toretto's would all have their say.
