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Roy took a long drag from his cigarette as the early morning light crept in. He hadn’t slept, rather opting to stare at the gorgeous being that had shared his bed for weeks now- he was under his arm and out like a light, blue eyes shielded by tired eyelids and dirty blonde hair. He looked absolutely beautiful to Roy; a few weeks before he was the irritatingly sexy Cole Phelps, detective extraordinaire and pain in the ass. He’d flirted with him sure, but he’d never expected him to do what he did. Now here they were, huddled together underneath Roy’s silk comforter, basking in each others’ warmth.
Just how had a punch to the jaw turn into sex?
Three Weeks Ago
It was a late night in Hollywood at a club called Gigi’s, Roy’s new favourite on Sunset. He’d spent a longer while at the precinct than he wanted to pursuing the case of some nameless, faceless hophead that’d met their end and he really didn’t feel like seeing a certain German junkie whore and the garish blue decor that surrounded her. Gigi’s wasn’t bad- the drinks were good, the music was better and on most nights he’d leave in the company of some pretty aspiring actress or a half decent whore. Yeah...he could get used to this.
He’d wandered in after the door staff greeted him out of necessity to a full but not stifling room- a hum of conversation radiated as the band took a break for a second when lo and behold, he saw a familiar blue jacket and white fedora sitting atop a perfectly combed head of dirty blonde hair.
He wandered over, staring Cole down like an eagle would its prey. He was cradling his favourite- a scotch on the rocks. Surprisingly, Cole didn’t sense his presence, even as he became closer. “Evening Cole...buy me a drink?”
He looked up for a second, looking like he’d just smelled old cheese. “Roy. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
He took a seat, despite not being invited to do so. “Eh, was just wondering why you’re not sitting in front of a certain delightfully damaged German chanteuse at the moment- we both know very well how you feel about her.” He ran his fingers through the lapels on his jacket as he said this, grinning at how much of a smug arsehole he could be. This was going to be great.
“I could ask you the same question- it was you that took me on my first jaunt to the Blue Room, remember?”
Roy chuckled at the memory- Phelps looked so stuffy he could hardly talk. “I do Phelps...seems like an era ago,” He’d looked so cute, not knowing what to do with himself back then. “Either way, you haven’t answered my question; shouldn’t you have something or someone better to do instead of hanging around here?”
Cole looked up at him properly. “I hope for your sake you’re not being improper Roy.”
Roy smirked. “What would you do if I was? You didn’t do a hell of a lot when it came to Mrs Phelps, why should it be any different for Elsa?”
He inhaled sharply through his nose, refusing to respond and opting to gulp down his scotch and look towards the stage.
Roy tilted his head. “She is still around, isn’t she Phelps?”
Cole swallowed. He still didn’t look at Roy. “If you must know, she’s currently courting an old comrade of mine. Happened while I was in hospital.”
The Ad Vice detective looked back at him in genuine disbelief. “It’s not that...argh,” He shut his eyes tight, pinched his brow with one hand and clicked his fingers with the other. “Whatshisname....that hard-on working for the DA....”
“His name’s Kelso.” His response was swift and clinical, like he didn’t even have to think about it.
The clicking came to an end. “That’s the one! Walks around with a stick up his ass and has a whole of one facial expression. Much like you actually- is it common amongst soldiers?”
Cole gave him a look that was fierce in his own stuffed-shirt kind of way. “I’m only going to warn you once, Roy; do not insult me or my men. We sacrificed a lot so that you could go around taking backhanders and flaunting your garish wealth. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut up.”
The blue-eyed brunette hesitated to speak for a moment before his trademark sneer returned. “Still...don’t say I didn’t warn you Phelps.”
Cole’s brow hardened. “What was that?”
“The girl’s hardly the type you’d take home to mother, unless Kraut junkie sluts are your thing of course.”
“Roy, I’m warning you. Stop now.”
He saw Cole was getting heated; face growing redder with every little shred of annoyance he felt and Roy loved it. He loved it like you would teasing an ant’s nest or playing with matches. He wanted to see how far he could push before he snapped.
“You can’t say she’s anything but, Phelps. How long did you know her before you decided to trade in your wedding ring?”
“Shut your fucking mouth!” Cole hissed, leaning in towards Roy.
Roy smiled in a way that flashed his canines perfectly. “Elsa. Lichtmann. Is. A. German. Junkie. Whore.” Every enunciated word rolled off the tongue like venom.
In a swift movement- too fast to even be processed by the brain- Cole grabbed onto Roy’s tie, almost choking him. “You want to take this outside Roy?” His eyes were but the width of paper cuts by this stage.
“Love to.” Roy sneered before he and Cole stood up, walking out of the loosely-guarded back entrance. This was what he’d been waiting for- to see Cole snap, once again. It was clear he still cared for the bitch and fuck, did Roy love to see him take off his Golden Boy mask and give him hell. If he were an addict, this would be his perfect drug.
Just as the click of the door closing behind them resonated throughout the dark, deserted alleyway, in a swift movement- too fast to even be processed by the brain- Cole walked briskly over towards Roy with his fist clenched, giving him a powerful left hook to the face. As Roy’s mind tried to reorientate itself and recognise the throbbing pain now residing in his right cheek, Cole yelled “YOU DON’T KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT HER!“
As soon as Roy could stand up and ignore the pain, Cole’s hands were clamped around his collar, almost choking him. He was trying to incite fear, but this was Roy he was dealing with, not some silent Jap or simpering teenager. He could hear and feel his lungs and heart pumping away, his breathing becoming shallower and shallower as time passed. He was like a caged and starved animal; just ready to rip the throat out of the first person who annoyed him.
Roy flashed his sneer at everything he could; Cole’s hard facial expression, transfixed into a fierce snarl, the fact he’d made the stoic man crack once again- it was all too priceless. “C’mon Cole, quit the fucking foreplay- we both know what you want to do to me. We both know what you’ve wanted to do since you were demoted. You’re not some angel- you’re just like me, an eating, drinking, shitting, fucking red blooded man who’d love nothing more to sock an irritating shithead square in the face....” His voice sunk to a low growl of a whisper as he noticed Cole’s breathing becoming more and more ragged. He leaned in closer, practically spitting his words. “So why don’t you drop the good guy act and just do what you want to do to me?”
All this time, Roy had the assumption that he and Cole would put their dukes up and punch out months of built-up animosity and hatred. Hits he was prepared for. Busted lips and aching abdomens he was prepared for. He was even prepared for going home and icing his wounds while Cole did the same, greeting one another with sour looks when the morning came.
However, Cole didn’t hit him again. Didn’t even leave a scratch. Instead, his eyes ran rapidly over Roy’s face before he pulled him in, clamping their lips together.
He forced Roy’s mouth open with his teeth and tongue while Roy’s mind tried to catch up with what had led up to this and what was happening. He was no longer thinking of malice or his own ego; he was wondering why and how the fuck the man who clearly hated him had pulled him in for what was quite frankly a really hot kiss.
As Cole pulled away quickly, neither man said a single word, opting to look at each other with their eyes darting everywhere they possibly could, always returning to an intense stare. It was as if they were looking to one another for an answer, any answer as to what they should do next. Cole clung to every minute like he was hanging off a cliff that led to a deep chasm- what if Roy’s taunt wasn’t an invite? He’d not only be laughed out of the station but he’d be arrested and all for harbouring feelings for a guy whom he wanted to punch in the face on most days. He wanted to both scream at and kiss Roy passionately and it was a feeling he’d become well acquainted with ever since he was partnered with him.
Roy however had thought about his stance on Cole; he loved to annoy him, sure...but beneath the surface, his cock was stirring in a way that could never be satisfied by merely busting the Golden Boy’s chops. He wanted him stripped, sweaty and wanton; screaming against him and begging for a release that the German whore would have never been able to give him. He wanted him to scream his name and no one else’s and the more he thought about it, the more he realised how long he’d wanted it.
“Goddammit!” Cole yelled before pinching the bridge of his nose. “I want to fucking hate you Roy! I really do!”
Roy smiled evilly whilst he walked slowly towards him. “I sense a massive ‘but’ coming on.”
Cole tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. He wanted desperately to hate Roy. Roy, the man who took handouts from gangsters and paedophiles. Roy, who irritated him on a daily basis when they were partnered. Roy who wrecked his marriage and his career! But at the end of the day, he was also the man who didn’t fawn over him with ignorant admiration. There was no tiptoeing around his feelings and an unashamed sexiness that made him slink back to his apartment, pulling himself off in the shower of a night.
“I...I...we-“He began finally, only to be cut off by Roy closing in on him.
“How about we leave the guilt and regret and this, that and the other thing for the morning, hm?”
He grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, crushing their lips together in a heated passion that both men didn’t want to back out of.
They held onto one another tightly, stumbling backwards until Roy’s back slammed into a wall. Fingers rifled through hair, hips grinded against each other and teeth bit lips in the onslaught. Cole slipped his fingers in the knot of Roy’s tie while the blue-eyed brunette got to work on the blonde’s buttons.
“This is wrong. So wrong...” Cole breathed, trying to convince himself of what he was saying as Roy began to run his tongue over his lily-white neck.
In return, he threw him a painfully sexy look. “Since when have you known me to ever do what’s right Cole?”
He traced a pattern with his fingers around Cole’s thigh, feeling the thick woollen fabric tighten as his cock pressed against it. Phelps felt impressive and running his fingers over his hardness made both men shiver as electric sparks ran through them. Cole bit his bottom lip, breathing more and more deeply as Roy ran the heel of his hand up between his legs, hanging onto his every reaction.
“Never knew you felt that way Phelps...Damn, if only I’d have known sooner....”
“Roy....” He gasped breathlessly as the Vice detective scraped his teeth and tongue against his neck.
Roy pulled him in by the neck, kissing him hungrily and spinning him onto his back, slamming into the wall. He was still struggling to believe how real this became- all those nights spent pulling himself stupid after a day of listening to Phelps, looking at Phelps, watching him work a case and carry himself in a way that was utterly, adorably fuckable had come full circle with him now tonguing Cole’s collarbones with eager gasps filling his ears. While he had imagined it, he’d never even come close to knowing just how cute he sounded when he was being pinned to a wall by his wrists while his collarbones were being traced over with his tongue. It sent a longing to his cock that hadn’t been there in a very long time.
Hands slid around torsos, pulling one another close. Cole was still trying to convince his mind what this wasn’t wrong; it was. On so many levels. But with every hungry kiss and fervent grasp, he was reminded that this man was the one he’d wanted for longer than he wished to admit to. To Roy, he wasn’t some decorated war hero to worship and knew that a medal didn’t change the man and for that, Cole felt freed by him.
Roy had undone his buttons, kissing every inch of skin that was revealed to him in doing so. He was toned and taut- they all had to be, being LA’s finest and all. His skin was uncharacteristically soft- you’d think that a guy who’d been through a Holocaust like Sugar Loaf Hill would be rough all over but to the contrary, he felt like he was woven together with fine silk threads. Glancing up at him, face flushed and emitting silent moans, Roy acknowledged what he’d known all along: Cole was utterly beautiful.
He slipped his fingertips into Cole’s belt, pulling the tongue of it out of his pants and soon enough, out of the buckle.
“Roy-" Cole began, becoming worried at the fingers now making short work of his fly.
“Cole, the way I see it, you have two paths to go down here. You can either let me blow you here,” Cole gasped as Roy gripped his hardness through his pants. “Or you can let me do it at my place. It’s your call.”
Cole let out a small, nervous sigh before nodding quickly. ”Yes….”
“You’re gonna have to give me a little more than that sweetheart.” Roy smiled into his ear before licking from his neck up to his earlobe like he wanted him to feel every tastebud.
Cole bit his lip. “Now. Here.”
Roy grinned for a second, getting down on his knees and not giving a single fuck about his $200 Brooks Brothers suit. For Cole, he didn’t mind ruining his pants, just for one taste of the Golden Boy’s cock.
He slipped his hand into his boxers, having to disguise his excitement over Cole’s rather large erection. It felt like he’d been hiding that one for a while; as he wrapped his lips and tongue around it, earning a shuddering gasp in response, it tasted like it too.
From Cole’s point of view, Roy looked and felt utterly pornographic when it came to the art of sucking cock. He’d never been sure about when exactly it was that Roy began to look utterly sexy- ‘Was probably running that whore mouth of his about a first date….’ he thought to himself- but all he knew was that for what seemed like eons, he’d wanted to both punch the son of a bitch and slide his dick past that quintessentially Earlian eat-shit grin of his. At the moment, he was golden on both fronts.
When Roy flashed his baby blues, Cole had to stifle a moan. The necessity for silence, as well as having every inch of his shaft lathered over with the Vice detective’s tongue, made him go an irresistible pink in the face which made Roy’s own erection strain painfully against his zipper.
Cole put his thumb to Roy’s forehead, making eye contact. “Goddamn Roy, you’re so UNGH! Fucking good….” He mewled with little to no control.
Roy pulled away, using his left hand to maintain the pace and looking at him devilishly. “I aim to tease and please.”
He ran his remaining hand up Cole’s thigh, his mind wanting to tattoo every single memory of hard muscles enveloped in soft skin into his memory. Once he reached his upper thigh, he squeezed Cole’s buttocks, eliciting a sharp breath in return. “Now you know I’m going to have to spend a lot more time with this, don’t you Cole?”
Cole hissed once Roy resumed sucking him off with vigour. ‘He is adorable.’ Roy thought as he stared up at the dirty blonde’s flushed face, whimpering under the force of his tongue. He picked up the pace, gripping his thighs and almost pulling him into his mouth.
Instead of responding, Roy began to hum around the head of Cole’s cock. Cole sighed passionately, arching his back ever so slightly, teetering closer and closer to the edge. His fingers slunk through his hair, gripping it tight as he began to move Roy’s head just that little bit harder and faster. His breathing was ragged, seasoned with deep but barely audible moans, as if he was trying to mute himself. Roy got the idea in his head that he wanted to hear the pretty little Golden Boy sing and he knew exactly how to do it.
The vibrations hit the head of Cole’s cock like liquid fire and he let out an embarrassed whimper.
“Roy!” Cole whispered furiously. “We’ll get caught!”
Roy pulled away for a second, looking up at Cole with a set of irresistibly devious eyes. “Let them catch us. I want to hear you scream Phelps.”
Somehow, someway, Roy managed to go far deeper than he had been so far; he wanted to hear that pretty little goody two-shoes unravel, even if that meant almost choking in the process. He wanted to see him all hot and bothered all because of him. Cole was his and had been ever since he was paired with the Pollack in Traffic, whether he liked it or not.
Every one of Roy’s throat muscles constricted around Cole’s shaft.
Every one of Roy’s hums crept up his cock like shockwaves as he neared closer and closer.
Those fierce blue eyes never breaking sight of Cole’s flushed cheeks and breathless body.
“Oh god...oh fuckUNGH!” He took a few deep breaths. “Holy shit I'm close....”
They way in which Roy continued was if he hadn’t heard what had happened at all. All that was in his mind was ‘Don’t let him forget it’s you that’s responsible for this. It’s you giving him the best blowjob of his life. Not that German junkie or prude of an ex wife, you. Go harder. Go faster. Make him want more. Make it fucking well count, Roy.’
“UNGHHHHH!” Cole groaned as quietly as one can groan while he came down the throat of the Vice detective, body convulsing as he arched his back off the wall, almost losing his footing in all the ecstasy. Roy couldn’t help but moan a little himself as he felt the liquid slide down his back taste buds into his throat. Goddammit if that wasn't the most beautiful thing he’d ever witnessed.
As Roy got off his knees as straightened himself up, running a hand through his messy hair and wiping his lip with his thumb, he couldn't help but smile at the now dazed detective in front of him; deep in the afterglow and just barely comprehending what he’d just experienced.
“You came in my goddamn mouth Phelps.”
“The hell did you expect Roy? Jesus....” He had a hard time trying to compose himself, it was adorable.
Roy ran his hand down Cole’s red cheek before giving him a soft kiss, feeling a sense of relief wash over him when Cole reciprocated in his little hazy way. During the kiss, Roy grabbed Cole’s hand and guided it in between his legs.
“Look what you’ve gone and done Cole,” he all but growled once he broke the kiss. “What’re you gonna do about it, sweetheart?”
Cole bit his lip, looking down for a brief moment before looking straight back at him.
“Where’s your car?”