A/N: I am so sorry for the lack of updates on this story. To be honest, you might have noticed in most stories I avoid writing this content as much. I guess I lost the courage to do so, was stupid. So I'm back and I hope you guys can please leave a review and let me know your thoughts.

This chapter wouldn't be possible without the amazing Maddie (yes and everyone who kept reviewing even though I wasn't updating - I got another this morning which I took as a sign ;) haha)

But seriously, thank you Maddie - you helped me with research ;) and encouragement and some of these lines in here are all yours!

Hope you all enjoy!

There's a bit of dialogue first sorry... but I did make this update a lot longer than usual to make it up to you lol

Jays List of Fantasies – Chapter Twelve

Erin POV

Come out front. I have a surprise.

I raise my eyebrow at Jay's text before groaning and rolling out of bed.

It better be food.

I hit back as I slip shoes and a jacket on, hearing my phone buzz again.

Better.

Sex?

I type with a smirk as I head down the stairs of the apartment.

Are you finally rating sex above food?

Only sex with you ;)

I giggle as I approach the front doors of our building and walk outside, eyebrows shooting up at the sight in front of me.

Jays boyish grin and leather jacket cause a matching smile to appear on my lips, eyes running down his body and taking in the motorbike he's casually leaning on.

"What's this?"

"My bike, you like?" The sight of Jay sporting leather and leaning against his shiny new bike, lights a fire within me.

"Oh I see something I like." I drop my eyes sensually before meeting his again and biting my lip.

"Argh, the things you do to me Erin Lindsay." He drops his head foreword briefly, trying to recover.

"Oh I'm sure I could do some things to you on this." I saunter forward, running my hands along the bike.

"Take me for a ride." I lean forward, waiting for Jay's lips to meet mine.

"That can't even be possible." I crinkle my forehead.

"Taking me for a ride on your bike? You not skilled enough Halstead?" He narrows his eyes at my sarcasm.

"No funny business."

"What are you? My father?"

"Ew. Did you have to go there?" Jay hands me a helmet and I slip it on as he slides on the bike, I slip on behind him.

My white sneakers come up to rest on the bike, my arms tight around him.

"So, no lecture?" Jay asks, face confused with his helmet still in hand.

"On what?"

"Buying the bike."

"Babe you've wanted one forever." He scrunches his forehead.

"What? I pay attention." I defend with a roll of my eyes.

"None of this 'we should have discussed our finances first' or 'it's dangerous'." He uses his free hands to mimic quotes.

"First babe, I'm not some ball and chain and second our jobs are dangerous. Ride a damn motorbike, I don't care. Just be happy." He winks at me before slipping his own helmet on.

I clutch Jay tighter as we pull out onto the quiet street, loving the feel of the wind whipping around us.

We race through the streets of Chicago, Jay's warm and solid body keeping me grounded to the bike as we fly across town, the bright lights and speed creating an energy of thrill and excitement.

"Told you it's possible." I giggle as I hand Jay my phone, feet up on my desk as Jay sits on the edge of my desk.

"What? You picking up after yourself? Still haven't seen any evidence." I narrow my eyes before rolling them, dropping my head back onto my seat.

"Get over it househusband. I am who I am." I shrug easily, knowing we'll be teasing each other on this topic until our last breath.

"A slob." I scoff as I kick him, laughing as he looks up in shock.

"And beautiful, sexy, smart, badass…"

"Yeah, yeah. Just read the phone." I bite my thumbnail as I watch him scroll through the link illuminated on my small screen.

"You can't be serious." I giggle as I stand up and move to stand behind him.

"Told you it was possible." My warm breath blowing across his face.

"Did you Google this?" Jay asks incredulously.

"Uh yeah. Sex on a bike? It is so happening." My voice is quiet, careful of the few of us in intelligence.

"No it's not."

"Check that one out." I reach over to scroll to the section in question.

"Up the tailpipe? I don't even want to know." He shakes his head as he locks my phone.

"It's okay, we can go for the more traditional pose." I smirk, looking up at him through my lashes.

"Babe, there is no traditional pose on a bike."

"This will happen Jay." My hands find my hips, as I jut a hip out to the side.

"Don't count on it."

"I get what I want."

"Name one time."

"I got you didn't I." I cross my arms in defiance.

"She also always drives the truck, you hate that." Antonio calls out without looking up from his phone; I purse my lips together attempting to lock my laugh away.

"Alright, here they are." We all turn towards Hank's booming voice as he enters.

"Let's crush 'em." Ruzek calls out going forward and digging through the box.

We all pull our baseball jerseys out and slip them on, checking each other's out.

I frown as mine reaches mid thigh, cursing the idiot who got my size wrong.

"You're jerseys wrong Erin." I roll my eyes at Jay.

"Yeah, it's too big. Thanks, hadn't noticed." I bite out sarcastically.

"No, that's not it."

"Then what?" I tilt my head at him.

"The name on the back is wrong."

"Huh?" I ask confused, knowing I checked the spelling of Lindsay before I slipped it on.

"Yeah, it should say Halstead." I smirk back at Jay.

"If that's your proposal - it needs works, and the ring you keep hidden in your sock drawer." I watch as Jay chokes on his coffee feeling satisfied I caught him out.

"Come on Erin, we're late." I roll my eyes before slipping my sneakers on.

"I'm ready!"

"I got the car keys, let's go." He throws them to me.

"Nope, we're taking the bike." I drop the keys back down, before heading towards the door.

"Why?"

"It will get me in the mood." I turn, walking backwards as I smile at Jay.

"Mood for what?"

"You'll see. I got my list too babe." I wink at him as I walk out the door leaving him standing in the apartment, full of shock.

"Stupid Jersey." I grumble as we stretch on the baseball field, I slide my glasses back up my nose when they fall.

"Well at least yours is too big, mines too small." Jay tugs on his, my eyes take in his defined abs and biceps through the thin material.

"Yeah, no ones complaining about that babe. You could go naked and it would be considered a gift from above." I smirk over at Jay as the unit laughs; I watch Platt's eyes take in his body just as mine did.

She catches my eyes, faint blush tainting her cheeks and I wink at her.

"Jeez. Put some pants on Erin." Kelly calls out as firehouse 51 approaches.

"Ha ha." I deadpan looking down at my jersey, reaching mid thigh and hiding my little shorts.

"Nothing you haven't seen before Severide." There's an awkward chuckle.

"Thanks Otis." I whisper derisively.

"So whose ready to get beat?" Herman calls out changing the topic.

"Please, you guys are going down." Antonia replies stepping forward.

"No way bro. We're not losing to district 21."

"Then you better go home so you don't see our sweet victory." I smirk at Gabby.

"Just think of the infinite bragging rights." Kelly crosses his arms.

"Hey. I won the girl, I can win the game." Jay calls out, as him and Kelly stare each other down in good spirit.

"Good game man." Jay offers with a smile and a handshake.

"See something you like?" Ruzek startles me as I lean against the pole and watch Jay step up to bat.

"Sure do, so does Kim it seems." I tease as my eyes catch Kim watching Jay up for bat very closely.

"She watches me like that when I go to bat."

"I don't think we can call what you do batting." I giggle before turning my attention back to Jay to watch him perfect his stance, just like when he shoots.

My eyes trail down to his ass as he swings and hits the ball, my eyes move to follow it briefly as the district cheers, my eyes land back on Jay making his way to second base.

I'd rather you be on second base with me.

I smirk as I watch Jay pull his phone out as Ruzek steps up to bat.

Don't do that. Just the thought will get me too worked up to run.

Let's aim for a home run baby.

I watch Jay throw his head back and can only imagine a groan is slipping through his kissable lips.

While Ruzek talks smack with Kelly who is pitching I take the time to scan my surroundings.

My head whips back when I hear groaning, Ruzek having missed the ball.

"Come on Ruzek!" I watch him hit the next ball and Jay takes off from second base, I watch him reach third looking around for the ball.

"Run home!" We all yell, encouraging him to keep going as we see Sylvie and Cruz scrambling for the ball.

He takes off home as Cruz finally picks up the ball and throws it towards the home plate; Jay slides across the dirt reaching the plate when Casey catches the ball.

"Safe!" The ref calls as Jay gets up to brush some dirt off, an accomplished grin on his face.

Everyone pats Jay on the back as he takes his hat off and runs a hand through his sweaty hair; I push the sunglasses on the top of my head as he approaches me.

"Ready for a home run?" I whisper in his ear, stretching up on my tiptoes.

"We're in the middle of the game." He replies while I grab his hand and start pulling him away from the others, a smirk on my face.

"We still have some batters. We'll be quick."

"Oh so now you want me to be quick." I roll my eyes.

"Quick but thorough." I wink at him, still pulling him along.

"They won't even notice we're gone." I continue as I listen to him chuckle.

"Because we have been so discrete in the past." I turn in time to watch him roll his eyes.

"Come on." I drag him to the bottom of the stairs leading up to the commentators box.

"Erin, Otis is up there. Ya know. Commentating the game."

"And cracking the worst jokes known to man." I throw back as we climb the stairs.

"Otis! Get out." I call as I enter; he turns to me covered in shock and confusion.

"What?"

"I can't listen to your jokes another second, we're taking over."

"You expect me to believe the best player from your team is taking a break." He narrows his eyes over at Jay behind me.

"I played in high school, I'm alright." Jay shrugs in false modesty and I shake my head looking to the ceiling for strength.

"We're only batting. Promise you can have it back when fire is up to bat."

"Yeah, no, I'm good here. Or they'll put me in the game." He turns back around and I close the distance between us, I pull his seat out and turn it to face me.

His eyes widen as I lean my hands on either side of his chair, our faces close.

"You will do this for me, and in return I'll owe you one." He gulps, eyes briefly flicking back to Jay.

"Don't look at me man, you're on your own."

"If it helps, I'm not asking." He finally nods before scrambling up from his seat and out the door.

"Are you proud of yourself?" Jay asks, leaning against the wall.

"Admit it, it turned you on. Just a little." I hold my thumb and forefinger up.

"Oh. A hell of a lot more than a little."

"Well you haven't stopped turning me on today." My voice is sultry as my head falls to the side.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm hmmm. The bike, the leather jacket…." I close the gap between us, reaching us to tease him with my lips.

"The way my arms wrapped around you from behind, mind racing with possibilities, your ass in those pants and your athletic ability."

Jay groans before joining our lips in a rough kiss.

"Damn it. You always know what to say to get me to do whatever you want."

"Right now, I want you to do me. Hard." My hands wrap around his jersey before pulling him down to kiss me, tongues meeting and battling for dominance.

"You know this is basically a glass box babe." He pulls away long enough to pant, motioning around to the glass walls, above waist height.

I smirk at him before lifting my left leg and hooking it around, pulling behind his knee, watching the fall out.

I'm laughing as he falls to the floor, taking me with him.

"You could have just said 'get down Jay'"

"Where's the fun in that?" I lean forward for another kiss, biting his lip as I pull away.

"Go down Jay." I raise an eyebrow, mocking him.

I lean back, hands on the floor as I slide off Jay's lap.

"Happy to." His eyes sparkle at me as he grabs my legs, moving to his knees.

I squeal as Jay slides me across the floor until he can reach down to place a kiss on my neck, he raises an eyebrow before disappearing south.

The anticipation tightens in my belly as his fingers run over my hot sex through my little denim shorts, finally finding the button and releasing me.

My shorts and panties are off in one move, the warm Chicago air hitting my bare sex.

Jay's left hand takes my right leg and rests it against his shoulder, his lips kissing where my knee meets my thigh.

I squirm needing his touch where I crave it most; finally his other hand strokes my opening a few times, a purr slipping through my lips.

"Jay." I pant as he slips a finger in, testing my opening to find it slick and ready.

My nails dig into my palms, breaking skin as I make fists to withstand the torture of his slow and calculated strokes.

"Jay." I whine, too lost in pleasure to hate the sound of my voice.

A moan falls past my lips as he takes the opportunity to slide another finger in, my juices mounting. I'm panting on the dirty floor, my release so obtainable yet so many strokes away.

Jay's teeth scrape against the bare skin of my thigh and I buck my hips in reply, hastily pulling my jersey up in response.

"Stupid fucking big thing." I groan as Jay has to pause to allow me to get it out of the way.

Jay chuckles as his fingers find their pace again, a third finger joining the fun.

My nails dig into the timber beneath my body when his tongue drops into my belly button then leaving a kiss, and moving his mouth to my bra clad breasts.

His teeth bite down on the material, my taut nipple jumping in response a pleasant thumping between my legs.

"More." I pant as his removes his mouth from the wet patch on my bra with that adoring smile.

A fourth fingers slides in slowly, my back arching to adjust to the increasing pressure building.

"Oh god." I whimper as he uses his fingers to tease me with gentle grazes, designed to push me to the edge of my orgasm.

His thumb brushes against my clit briefly, the nerves on fire, my eyes shutting in desire.

"I want more." I wriggle, knowing he gets my meaning.

"Not here." He shakes his head.

"Jay, please." I groan, barely keeping it together.

"Later, I promise." He seals the deal with a scrape of my clit, sending me over the edge in blinding pleasure.

When my eyes finally pry their way open I find Jay looking down at me in awe.

"I love watching that."

"You have this affect on me, what can I say?" I whisper between panting.

"Trust me?" He asks, I nod without hesitation.

"Get on your knees." I raise a single eyebrow before doing so, noticing the way my thighs are still shaking.

I see him smirk before leaning down to kiss me, full of passion and love. His lips move down to my neck, biting his way down before latching on when he finds the spot that sends me wild.

"No hickeys." I grunt, half heartedly pushing him away.

He pulls away, before shuffling behind me. My chest is heaving as he leans down to brush my pony tail out of the way, his lips touching the crook of my neck.

"What are you doing?" My heart race increases as he bends me over so I'm on all fours, I smile in excitement.

"We've never." I whisper as he lifts my shirt up to place a kiss on my lower back.

"I know." I moan as he drops his pants and lets his manhood spring free.

I wait anxiously as he guides his penis in, my walls tightening while adjusting to the feeling.

I gasp as Jay slides all the way in, getting deeper than I think he's ever gone before, he thrusts in and out, the friction building with each stroke.

My knees drag across the timber floor with the force of each thrust, the pleasure screaming inside my body outweighing the pain radiating from my knees.

Jay's hands grip my hips so hard I think he'll leave a bruise, his nails digging in briefly before he reaches up to grab my ponytail.

He tilts my head to the side, before his hand rests on my shoulder as I continue to move against him.

"Fuck." I whisper as I feel extra friction against my clit from this position, my orgasm not far off.

I drop down to my elbows as the tensions is building, my new position allows for Jay to saddle up right behind me so my clit is hitting the base of his penis.

I'm so caught up in the moment I barely notice the change in Jay's thrusts, the way he's moving experimentally.

"What are you doin-"

"Fuck." I cut myself off as he hits my G-spot and sends me flying over the edge, blinding passion ripping through my body.

Jay continues to thrust, building towards his own relief as my nerve endings are tingling, the fire burning it's way through my body making my toes curl.

I feel Jay still, before his hips buck and he slumps forward calling out my name.

"Fuck." He curses, breathing heavily.

"That was-"

"Hell yeah." He calls out, cutting me off.

"We have got to do that again."

We walk back towards the field flustered and spent, and not even a little sorry.

I bite my lip, attempting to hide my smirk as we see everyone standing around, Otis with his back to us.

"They said they wanted to commentate. But I haven't heard anything." He shrugs before rubbing his head confusedly.

"Oh something tells me they were doing something else." Stella smirks at us as everyone turns their full attention to us.

I enjoy the red flush on Jay's neck, and the way he rubs it's awkwardly.

"Where have you two been? You missed fire bat." Antonia calls out, half grin on his face.

"We needed you." Ruzek whines, crossing his arms.

"What? We're still winning, aren't we?" I look towards the score board for confirmation.

"Yeah, but I had to play for you, and this face can't take a ball to it." Al grumbles at us, hands in pockets.

"Pipe down ya old grump, you just wish it were you getting some." Platt fires back in typical fashion.

"Well I needed Jay too." I wink at him curling into Jay's side.

A/N: So, if ya want the part 2 and we can all guess what's happening in the next part... leave me a review and let me know ;)

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