Chapter 5 - Look after the things you love

The cars were racing down the streets of London. And even if you had never been before to the city then you would know that something was wrong. At no time was the busy metropolitan city free of traffic. It was unnatural. It made Carter wonder just which connections had fixed this with Owen. as while he may not like the bastard and probably never would after he hit on Brian - he could appreciate the complexity of the plan.

He watched as Shaw's goons - the one employed for their power to hit hard, rather than to think fired something at the chasing vehicles. He watched in malicious satisfaction as the arrogant crew realised that actually this was a crew that could keep up with them. Shaw must be racking his brains wondering where Hobbs managed to find Toretto. He spared a thought as he banked through a hard right about whether he had actually seen this coming. As Owen loved to brag that his success had always been down to, and always would be down to his ability to strategize and think five steps ahead of his opponent.

It might have been true, but Shaw had never gone against Toretto's tenaciousness and Carter and Brian's infamous ruthlessness. The goons were smart and the scramblers they fired caused first Han to wreck, then Giselle, and Rome quickly followed. Carter stayed just behind Brian wanting to see his tactic, and his heart jumped seeing Brian veer into the building - Just enough to knock off the scrambler and continue on. Wisely Carter knew he was best served to drop back and help the wrecked drivers and make sure none were seriously damaged.

He trusted Brian to stay in one piece and if he didn't he would take it out of his hide. Brian had managed to run the goons off the road thanks to a wall handily placed - and mournfully sacrificing the bumper of his Skyline. He hoped that Hobbs interrogated the shit out of them for what he was doing to his bumper. He raced ahead to catch up with Vegh but that moded car was dangerous and she wasn't afraid of using civilians.

The blonde bitch was clever - she knew that Brian was dogged and could keep up with her. Something that Brian knew would be killing her, as she was arrogant enough to assume that it simply wasn't possible. However while his car was good, it couldn't get over blockages, and she knew it so very carefully, in Brian's opinion she had managed to flip cars to cause a road blockade.

Brian watched her drive off and he slammed his hands down on the wheel knowing that his window had disappeared. He hated leaving a job half-done but saw no other option than to radio Hobbs and get a situation update. It was how he found out that Dom had broken off to chase Letty, and Hobbs was returning back to their base of operations to take stock of everything and to make sure the prettily wrapped goons.

Arriving back at the base, Hobbs could see that Brian needed to at least get a change of clothes. "Go home, rest recharge and be back here as soon as we track down Toretto."

Brian wanted so desperately to snark but as the idea sounded too good to his ears he just obeyed. Not that he had much choice as Carter all but dragged him in the direction of the his slightly wrecked Skyline.

Brian knew that he was in trouble the minute they got back to the apartment. Carter wasn't pissed that he'd pulled some of the stupider stunts. He was pissed that he'd almost crashed when he'd promised that he'd be careful in the Skyline.

Carter slid out of the passenger's seat and made the mistake of looking at the wrecked bumper of the car. It made him flashback to how it got mangled - he remembered seeing the other cars crash as they scrambled the on-board chips; heart in his mouth knowing that Brian would be next. He should have known better than that as Brian had always lived by the seat of his pants. Still what he really needed to do was reassure himself that Brian was alive.

Brian knew that look, it was the one that meant Carter would not be happy until he'd broke apart and been put together again under his hands. Brian stepped back until he was resting against the rough edge of the bonnet. It was in a reasonable state but had the odd jagged edge. He didn't care though as he settled back against it as Carter stepped into his space. He spread his legs creating a space for him to get closer. He moaned as hands slipped under his shirt.

Carter was glad that Brian hadn't fought him, and just maybe he needed this as much as he did. His hands sought skin and he wasn't denied. He grinned at the moan his hands wrought form his husband - he his teasing Brian's nipples. They were a long known weakness, and one he was gonna exploit even more once he got this shirt off. He saw the bruises starting to mottle along the muscles on Brian's shoulder from the seatbelt doing its job. He kissed a path along them occasionally nipping along the edges making the marks his. Yes he was a possessive bastard but Brian had known that when they'd married.

Brian moaned so loudly that he would have made a whore blush. He didn't care; Carter's teeth always sent shivers down his spine and were guaranteed to make his dick stand up quicker than anything known to man. "I'm sorry."

Carter kissed his neck as he maneuverered him around so he was face down on his beloved Skyline. "You will be."

Brian groaned, only Carter could make sex sound ominous. He knew that he was in for a long ride, one that would leave him gasping and probably begging. He felt his cheeks pressed open by a slick finger. He pushed back needing more, wanting to feel every inch of Carter now. He whined when he realised that Carter would not be hurried. He kept up the teasing motion of one finger slowly thrusting in and out, just caressing his prostate - nowhere enough to bring him off. In his impatience he thrust back hoping to goad Carter into action. It backfired.

Carter pinned his hips using his body and one hand as the other remained teasing him with a slow steady thrust of just a single finger. He wasn't proud he would beg to get more, "More please."

Carter chuckled kissing the blade of his shoulders, "In time Corazon."

Brian groaned, "Please ... Fuck me."

"Not yet Brian good things come to those who wait," but he was kind enough to add another finger. He was treated to the sight of his lover writhing and desperately trying gain friction, but being denied at each and every turn. He was magnificent in his inhibition and Carter wanted to make this last but he was himself at the end of his control. Two fingers quickly became three and Brian went from moans and groans to whimpers and whines.

Brian felt himself be stretched wide ready for Carter to fuck him and he really needed it. He wanted to feel it to remind him he was alive and not dead thanks to Vegh or Shaw's machinations. It was a fine line and he knew just how lucky he had been to be on the right side of the line this time. He whined when Carter withdrew his fingers mourning the loss of the fingers. It was one of the rare times he felt vulnerable that moment between Carter removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock.

Carter was gone the moment he thrust inside. He had the presence of mind to wait the first time he was balls deep, to give his husband the chance to adjust to his girth. He took the time to enclose his hand over Brian's letting their rings click. He held Brian's hands in front of them, keeping him pinned, the rings seemingly worked more effectively than any cuffs. And he snapped his hips forward in a vicious thrust, revelling in the whine that escaped his lover.

Brian stretched out and encouraged Carter in his thrusts. He squeezed his inner muscles, and settled into the damaged bonnet as Carter snapped his hips harder. It was like with each snap of his hips; he could chase away the memory of the car chase. Brian was game, and hissed when Carter caught his lobe with his teeth. "Come for me."

Brian was so far gone that he had no problem following that order. He was limp with exhaustion and encouraged Carter to finish. He did and both felt their equilibrium restored. They lay together entwined for a few minutes before practicalities set in. "Let's get a shower."

Brian agreed, "So true, fucker you damaged my car even more."

Carter sighed, "I'll be you a new one corazon."

Brian had smirked, "Yeah, yeah and now we gotta get clean. It won't be long before they track down Dom."

True enough, they had time for a shower and clean clothes. Brian was walking with a slight limp as his muscles recovered, but Brian was relieved that Dom was okay and hoped that they all distracted enough not to notice the slight limp he was walking with. It was not like he wrecked his car and could blame that as an excuse.

Of course for Brian the calm lasted only long enough to see his friend bleeding. "Fucking hell what happened?"

"Letty shot me." Dom groused

And Brian felt a little bad for his friend and no wonder he looked so lost. Here he was coming to fight for Letty and she had shot him - it was a topsy-turvy world some days. Brian fell on his cop skills to pick the bullet out of Dom's shoulder. Carter had taken one look and snorted, "It's like our second date."

Brian smiled, "Well I may be the pretty one, but I was the one to rescue your ass."

Giselle was surprised figuring that he was too laid back to have that type of vicious streak in him. Then again seeing how in love they were and guessing that they probably fell in love hard and fast. She was surprised when Bri was the one to mention the Letty issue. However she had come to realise that despite Brian being married - Brian and Dom shared a deep friendship.

"Dom being shot is not the way most people say honey I love you."

Dom shook his head, shaking off the persistent pain in his shoulder. He'd refused the drugs wanting to think clearly. "It don't matter - you don't turn your back on family."

Brian couldn't really say anything to that as the closest thing to family he had - was the one shot on the table. So what other choice did he have but to follow him?

He didn't and he would calmly follow Dom into this battle - and like always he and Carter would be on the winning side. The only question that remained was what would the cost be? And would everyone think it was a price worth paying?