A/N: This Chapter contains graphic slash and elements of S &M. If this will offend you then please do not read any further.

Behind Closed Doors

Chapter Two

Bobby was still in my bed this morning, his warm body spooning me from behind when his watch alarm went off at 7 a.m. He'd groaned and pulled me tighter to him, ignoring the beeping coming from his wrist.

I dozed off again and woke momentarily when he dropped a quick kiss on my cheek. He'd whispered that he was in charge this weekend, so he needed to head across town, but he'd see me later on if I didn't have any plans.

I'd forgotten that this was his weekend on shift. Ranger, Tank, Bobby and I worked a one weekend in four in rotation unless we were working on a big case.

It was nearly noon when I dragged my ass out of bed and into the shower. My body ached in all the right places, and I glanced at my reflection in the vanity mirror. Damn, I looked well and truly fucked, and in all honesty I had been, too. I hadn't had that much fun in a long time. I guess I'd forgotten just how good Bobby made me feel. Why had it been eighteen months since we last ended up in bed together? After last night I was left feeling that it was something that we should certainly do on a more regular basis.

I towelled off and wiped the steam from the mirror, looking at my reflection again, thinking about Bobby, the cheeky bastard! I had a huge hickey on my neck. Shit, I was gonna get so much crap from the guys over that. I was gonna give Mr. Brown a piece of my mind when I saw him later. What the hell had he been thinking?

I padded out into the kitchen to fix some coffee and spotted a note wedged under my sugar bowl. It read: 'Dinner, my place, 8 p.m. P.S. – Check your microwave. B.'

I open the microwave and looked inside. There was a bakery bag sitting inside, and I opened it in a rush. Oh that man was a God. Cinnamon Danishes; my favorite.

I settled myself at my breakfast bar with fresh coffee and a Danish and hit speed dial two on my phone. Bobby picked up on the third ring.

"Talk."

"Hey man," I said with a smile. "Thanks for breakfast."

"Not a problem," he said tersely.

"You in a meeting, bro?" I asked, guessing he was by his clipped responses.

"Affirmative," came his reply.

Oh, this could be so much fun. "I just got out the shower, and I'm sitting here in nothing but a towel, drinking coffee and eating that Danish you left me. I dreamed of you this morning, and it's making me go hard just thinking about it,"

Bobby was silent so I continued. "You had me cuffed to the bed and were licking chocolate sauce off my hard cock…"

Bobby coughed, and I stifled an evil giggle. I bet he was squirming in his chair. "And when you sucked my dick into your mouth I was so turned on, I came almost instantly."

"Right. Yes, I understand," he gritted out.

I clamped my hand over my mouth to stop myself from sniggering.

There was silence, and finally he carried on. "It sounds like you have a serious situation there. I'll be sure to give it my fullest attention later. I can assure you that I will deal with this personally."

I shivered at his words. "Before or after dinner?" I whispered.

"I'll cancel my dinner plans. This situation requires a firm hand before it gets out of control. Please understand that rectifying this matter is of utmost importance to me." And with that, he hung up.

Shit, I was in so much trouble later.

Damn, I hadn't been this nervous since high school, and the ten second ride down in the elevator to his second floor apartment seemed to take an eternity. I gave myself a mental slap in the face. I mean how bad could this be?

I heaved the doors open and Bobby stared up at me from his laptop; he had his blank face on. Oh shit…

"I had a bit of a problem this afternoon," he growled as he slammed his computer shut. "Some tease thought it would be funny for me to sit in a meeting with Mayor Juniak with a hard on threatening to burst out of my combats, knowing full well that there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it."

I gulped. "Sorry, man."

He crossed the room in three long strides and slammed me back into the wall. "I don't believe you, Santos. I think you need to show me just how sorry you really are," he hissed in my ear.

"What…" I whispered.

"Strip," he commanded.

Fucking hell, he was so mad. I'd never seen him like this before. "Bobby," I cajoled, "It was a joke, bro. I didn't mean for you to..."

Bobby lashed out and backhanded me across the face causing me to gasp in shock. "Strip. Now."

He stepped back, giving me room to breathe, and I slipped my black silk shirt off and tugged my tank top over my head, throwing them both on the floor at my feet.

"And the rest," he demanded.

His tone of voice told me that I was in for a world of hurt if I disobeyed him. I toed off my Vans, revealing my bare feet and unfastened my knee length ripped combats, sliding them down over my hips and letting them drop to the floor. I shivered slightly as the coolness of his apartment brushed over my naked body, and goose bumps broke out on my skin when I saw the feral look in Bobby's eyes.

"Turn around," he snarled.

I obeyed, and he kicked my feet wide, shoving me against the wall and I brought my hands up to brace myself against the concrete. I heard rustling behind me and Bobby spoke again, whispering in my ear. "Twenty minutes I had to sit there painfully hard, so as punishment, I think you need twenty reminders of why you're not going to do that to me ever again."

I yelped as his leather belt caught me across my ass and he pressed himself flush against me. "Every time you make a noise from now on, I'm gonna add an extra lash. Do you understand?"

"Yes…" I breathed.

He struck me again, this time on the other cheek and I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. By the time he was halfway though my ass was burning and my cock was hard.

He grabbed hold of my loose hair and jerked my head back roughly."You're a very bad boy."

Smack!

"And if you come…"

Smack!

"Before I say you can…"

Smack!

"It won't be your ass…"

Smack!

"I'll be whipping…"

Smack!

"Next time."

Smack!

"I hope…"

Smack!

"That you…"

Smack!

"Don't disappoint me…"

Smack!

"Lester."

Smack!

He let go of my hair, and I pressed my forehead against the cool concrete block of the apartment wall. My ass ached, and my legs were made of rubber.

Damn, I didn't know how much more of this I could take. All I wanted was for him to bury himself inside me and let me have release, but for some reason, I knew that I was going to be left frustrated for a while.

Bobby pushed himself flush against me again and settled his hands on my hips. Damn it, he was naked! Then the hell did that happen? He bit down gently on the love bite he gave me last night and I moaned in response.

"Bobby…please, have pity on me." I whispered.

"Oh no, I don't think you have suffered enough just yet." He reached round and took hold of my dick, squeezing it playfully.

I let out a groan. "Please," I begged.

"Not yet." His rough, calloused hand worked my shaft, and he slipped an arm around my waist to support me.

Please, I thought. Just let me come. I could feel my orgasm building and when I was oh, so close, Bobby stopped and stepped away. Cock-teasing bastard.

"Turn round," he commanded.

On shaky legs I obeyed and used the wall for support again as my legs seemed incapable of holding me upright. I braced my hands on my thighs and tried to slow my breathing. Looking at him through a veil of my hair, he looked fucking amazing -sleek, toned muscles, a beautiful tribal tattoo that curled across his hip and down his leg, dark mesmerizing eyes and the most amazing package I had ever seen.

He gave me a small smile as he took in my clearly aroused state. "Bedroom. Now," he said. That feral look was back in his eyes, and I knew that he wasn't through punishing me just yet.

I walked gingerly into his bedroom and gasped. Bobby's room was dark, lit only by clusters of candles on his armoire and on his matching nightstand. Without warning, he pushed me forward until my knees hit the edge of the bed, brushing against the dark blue comforter.

"Lie down on your back, Lester," he breathed in my ear. "And close your eyes."

He could have told me to walk off a bridge and I would have obeyed him right now. I slid onto the bed and pushed the comforter aside; it would only get in the way. Like the good submissive I was I closed my eyes, trusting that whatever Bobby did to me, he wouldn't intentionally cause me serious pain or damage. Besides, we'd been partners at Rangeman since the very beginning. I had trusted him with my life for a long time now.

There was a click of metal as he slapped a handcuff on my wrist, and he tugged my arm up to secure it to the metal scroll work of his bed frame. I felt the air move as he walked round the bed, and before I could blink he was doing the same thing to my other arm. Damn, well I guess I did say last night that he could tie me down next time.

Be careful what you wish for, Santos, I admonished myself. Fuck. Who was I kidding? I was so fucking turned on, and I knew that I was in for a good time. It beat screwing some random chick that I'd picked up in some shitty bar. I actually felt comfortable with Bobby, and I knew that I could let my guard down and enjoy myself.

The bed dipped with his weight and I jumped when he bit down on my hip. "Lift up that pretty ass of yours," he ordered.

I raised my hips up off the bed and he slid a pillow under my butt, raising my hips up off the bed and exposing me to him. He trailed his hand across my balls and teased my opening with the tip of his finger. As swiftly as it had appeared, his hand vanished again.

A few beats later he touched my leg and skimmed his fingers over my muscles. He dragged his nails down my leg, and I bit back a moan as he slipped something that felt like rope around my ankle. With a sharp tug he stretched my body tight and secured my bound ankle to the foot board. As he tied my other ankle to the bed a feeling of helplessness washed over me and I shuddered as it was quickly wiped away by feelings of lust and desire. Mmm... pain and fear were perfect chasers for a good orgasm.

We'd never done this sort of stuff in bed before, and I wondered how he knew just how much it turned me on. "How did you know?" I whispered.

Bobby laughed. "Remember Heather?"

"Yeah." How could I forget that little hellcat? I'd even dated her for a few weeks.

"She got drunk one night and confessed all your dirty little bedroom secrets to me," he replied.

Damn. How could I be angry with her?

Bobby straddled my hips and gently caressed my face with his hands. He ran his fingertips lightly over my eyelids and I could feel his breath hot on my face. "Open your eyes for me lover. I want to see your eyes."

The candles cast shadows across this perfect body, accentuating the planes of his abs and chest. I wanted to run my hands over him, and I rattle the cuffs in frustration. "Could you maybe…?"

"Not a chance, Santos. Not until I have finished with you. Only then will I let you go."

I pouted, and he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it just hard enough to cause me a touch of pain. Man, he was good. He pulled back and reached out to pick up a long white candle off the night stand, and I felt my eyes go wide. Shit, he wouldn't, would he?

"Relax," he murmured as he upended the burning candle, spilling hot wax across my chest. I struggled against my bonds as Bobby drizzled random patterns over my abs. The wax burned against my skin for a few seconds and as he moved he brushed against my painfully hard cock. Fucking hell, this was amazing and I was going to come soon.

Bobby seemed to sense my spiralling state of arousal, and just when I thought that I was going to get the release I so desperately needed, he jerked away and splashed a few drops of hot wax on the tip of my shaft. I hissed in pain and almost instantly Bobby dipped his head down and sucked my dick into his mouth, soothing the fire and pain away.

"Was that bad?" he whispered.

I could only nod in response as I was incapable of forming a coherent sentence right then.

"Should I let you come Lester?" he teased.

"Please," I begged.

More hot wax splattered across my chest and I moaned as it set hard on my nipple. The tightening sensation as it dried was exquisite. Bobby roughly brushed the cool wax away and twisted the bar though my nipple. Hard.

I tried to arch into him, but I was bound so tight I had no room to move. I wanted him pressed against me, inside me. "Please," I begged again.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked as he tipped a little more of the hot liquid on my chest, causing me to groan in pleasure, and then blew the candle out. He moved down my body to settle on my legs, and I struggled to watch his movements because of how he had tied me down.

I gasped as cool gel made the sensitive skin round my anus tingle as Bobby smeared lube over me.

"I think," he whispered as he gently slid what must have been the remnants of the candle deep inside me, "that you have been punished enough. I'm going to let you come now," he continued, sliding the thick piece of wax nearly out of me again.

I moaned in pleasure at the sensations assaulting my body, and as Bobby continued to slide the candle in and out of me, he brought his mouth down to my cock and teased the tip with his tongue.

"For the love of God, Bobby," I gasped.

He finally took pity on me and slid my thick length into his mouth. The heady combination of his warm mouth on me and the cool wax penetrating me was too much, and I yelled his name and fought against my restraints as a powerful orgasm battered my body.

Sated, I relaxed against the soft cotton sheets. Bobby removed the candle and kissed his way up my body until his lips met mine. I tenderly licked a drop of cum from his lower lip and kissed him lazily.

"Thank you," I murmured against his lips.

"You're more than welcome, lover," he breathed. "But I'm not finished just yet."

I looked up at him and he smiled down at me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I want one more thing before I let you go, Lester. I want to slide that cock of yours inside me and ride you until we both come. What do you say?"

"Hell yeah baby; bring it on," I replied with a grin.

Bobby slid off the bed in one fluid, graceful movement and came back with a condom. He ripped the packet open with his teeth and slid the rubber over my dick, which was now hard again.

Hell, what was he doing to me? I never recovered this fast with a woman. I was starting to think that my libido preferred Bobby over women. Then again, looking at him in the candle light, he was just like I thought last night: God damn fucking amazing. He was also my partner, and at the back of my mind my common sense was telling me not to mix business with pleasure. I stamped down on that errant thought; now was not the time to go soul searching or analysing anything.

Thankfully Bobby soon pushed all coherent thoughts out of my mind as he coated my dick with lube, straddled my hips and guided my shaft slowly inside him. We both groaned in ecstasy as I slipped inside him to the hilt. Fucking hell, he felt so good. With his hands braced on my chest he rode me hard and fast, tweaking and tugging at my nipples and he impaled himself on my rock hard cock again and again.

His own erection was crushed against my stomach and it was getting a serious hammering as our sweat soaked bodies slid against one another. He suddenly picked up his speed, and I knew he was about to come. His toned body shuddered in release and his trapped dick spasmed and twitched as he shot his hot load over me.

Still attentive to my needs, he kept going until a second orgasm slammed into me, and I nearly blacked out from the force of it. He eased himself off my throbbing cock and curled against my side.

"Man, that was so fucking hot," he chuckled.

"Tell me about it," I groaned in response. "Next time I get to tie you down bro."

He touched his lips to my collar bone. "Any time," he whispered.

Bobby had picked off the remaining wax and cleaned his sticky cum off my body when we shared a shower. He'd also kissed my rope burns better, promising to find something else to tie me down with next time.

I lay on my side, cuddled against his warm body, and my head rested in the crook of his arm, while I drew lazy circles on his chest with my fingertips. He smelled good; he felt good. And I felt fucking fantastic. In all honesty he made me feel on top of the world, and I was beginning to wonder if this would turn out to be more than just a casual fuck.

Could I handle a relationship with my best friend?

Hell, it wasn't like I didn't know what his dark secrets were and what he was really like at six in the morning with a hangover. Something to think about, I guess.

A wicked thought popped into my brain and I bit back a snigger.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah," he whispered sleepily as he tenderly stroked my hair back from my face.

"You got anymore meetings tomorrow?"