Current chronology: Negotiations, Call of Duty, Blackmail, Qualifications, Exposed, Clean, Demand, Rimfire, Officer Down, Recovery. Chapters not posted here can be found on LJ (more info in my profile).
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Call of Duty: Rimfire
Cloud catches his eye as they pass one another in the hallway near the end of shift, and Leon can't help the burn that instantly slides through him at the intensity in those ocean-blue eyes, hot and smooth and effortless like really good scotch. Conflicting schedules have made it next to impossible for them to get together recently, but it's going to take a force of nature to keep him from inviting himself over to Cloud's place after they get off work today.
The decision has barely secured itself in his mind when Cloud suddenly yanks the nearest door open and drags him into the room and aggressively shoves him against the wall and engages him in a kiss that's got to be considered obscene by most soft porn standards, and quite likely some hard porn ones.
"Mm, fuck. The supply closet, Cloud?" Leon manages between the rough, quick, biting kisses Cloud is forcing upon him that he can't help but respond to, become aroused by. He chuckles once, darkly, and spins them around so Cloud's the one with his back up against all the brooms and mops and pins his arms up above his head, diving back in for a deeper, lengthier kiss. "How juvenile," he mutters, breath hot and amused against his lover's lips.
"Been two weeks, Leon," Cloud growls, twisting and pulling his captive wrists, but it's all for show because he's proven on more than one occasion that he has an incredible weakness for being dominated.
Leon doesn't bother responding verbally, and instead claims the blond's sweet mouth again, indulging his lover's proclivity with a stronger hold on his wrists and a firm push of a thigh between his legs, pelvis grinding slowly to elicit stifled groans of excitement out of the both of them. He knows exactly how long it's been, and it's been just as rough on him, though apparently he has a bit more restraint than his younger lover. Not that he'd ever think about complaining.
It's several minutes of intense making out before they can even consider tearing away from each other, and more than once they come so very close to shucking equipment and ripping off uniforms and just going for it right here and now and praying no one will be passing by. It's not like Leon doesn't have protection and lube on him constantly nowadays, and he's sure Cloud does too, but they really can't chance it right now. It's too close to shift end, and too many people pass through this stretch of hallway on their way in and out of the parking garage. It'd be too risky.
"Gotta get going," Cloud mutters once they've burned off some of the sexual tension, though their kisses and rough, pawing caresses—everything just shy of reaching for what they really want—haven't gotten any less demanding for the length of time they've been hidden away.
"So go," Leon responds in a raw whisper, but his lips and tongue don't stop roaming the smooth, warm surface of the blond's throat and he doesn't relinquish his grip on the back of Cloud's belt or release the thigh he has hitched up against his hip, and the two telltale sources of heat and hardness between them are proof enough that neither of them really wants it to end here.
"Fuck, okay, going now," Cloud says breathlessly after another minute, finally shoving him away. His blue-green eyes are almost glowing with lust in the dim light creeping around the closed door, and Leon has to wrench his gaze away and swallow hard and focus on adjusting his own uniform back into a more innocent state to keep himself from mugging him again.
The next day finds Leon in two hours before he's scheduled to work, out in the parking lot detailing his patrol car. It's not an uncommon sight as he's dedicated to keeping all of his own equipment in perfect working order, and that does include washing his own car instead of letting the department take care of it.
But today he's got a less than noble reason for taking on the task himself, and as he works through the inside of the car with the cleaning materials—mainly the back seat because, well, that's where all the action ever happens, isn't it?—he runs through the previous day's events in his mind and smirks, wondering how Cloud is faring.
They'd never made it back to his apartment.
They hadn't even made it out of the garage after all the others had left, because Cloud was there waiting for him, already out of uniform and in a dark, slim-fitting pair of jeans and partly unzipped leather jacket, leaning casually up against the side of his cruiser with that fire still burning in his eyes.
Ushering him into the back of the car took away all the restraint Leon had left. The seat was hard and the inside of the roof was hard and the sex was hard and they both ended up a little battered and bruised with bumps on their heads and knees and lines cut into their fingers from gripping the cage between the seats, but it was all worth it in the end.
It always was.