{"id":874,"date":"2014-11-02T17:11:50","date_gmt":"2014-11-02T15:11:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pr0nandchocolate.net\/shirasade\/?p=874"},"modified":"2014-11-02T17:11:50","modified_gmt":"2014-11-02T15:11:50","slug":"minor-adjustments","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shirasade.net\/fiction\/minor-adjustments\/","title":{"rendered":"Minor Adjustments"},"content":{"rendered":"

Author's Note:<\/strong> Written for M\u00e4rrie. Pretty much straight-out smut. These boys make me happy - such a shame the show was cancelled!<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Looking back, Wes should have seen it coming. He was a detective, after all, and a damn good one at that. Yet, here he was, bending Travis over the hood of his beautiful car, which was sure to suffer from the ill treatment, and barely able to believe what he was doing. <\/p>\n

The surprise was not so much due to his holding the other cop the way he would a criminal - legs apart, arms behind his back - but that he was doing so while fucking into him with a passion he hadn\u2019t felt in\u2026 years. And had most certainly not expected to be woken by his pain-in-the-ass partner.<\/p>\n

But then, Travis had always been able to get under his skin, and Wes was honest enough to admit that there was no one else on this planet, these days not even Alex, who he cared about so much. So really, he should not have been blind-sided when Travis pushed him against the alley wall next to his car and, instead of punching him the way he\u2019d done way too often for two grown men, had kissed him. Hungrily, with tongue, and an erection quickly coming to life against Wes\u2019 thigh.<\/p>\n

The kiss had been preceded by what was an not unusual amount of bickering, but there had been a tension coiling in the air between them for several days at that point, one that Wes had had no success at either pinpointing or dissolving. Once they\u2019d delivered this day\u2019s collar, they had returned to the car they\u2019d abandoned when chasing the guy into an empty warehouse and it had seemed unavoidable that something<\/em> would have to give, and soon. Wes just hadn\u2019t expected the way it did happen, nor had he expected the instant response of his own body: One hand came up to grab Travis by the back of his head, holding him to allow Wes to slide his tongue over his partner\u2019s, while his other arm slid around to cup Travis\u2019 ass and haul him closer.<\/p>\n

Travis\u2019 breath hitched as their clothed cocks slid against one another, and Wes used the moment to roughly push him back against the car. The wall behind him was dirty, and Wes had no intention to get into further contact with it. Plus, he found the way Travis\u2019 legs fell open as if of their own volition, allowing him to align their hips and grind down, impossibly arousing. The only thing better were Travis\u2019 eyes, which widened and then slid shut, and Wes swallowed his partner\u2019s voice with his mouth, not sure - and not caring - whether it was a curse or his own name that escaped the lips so surprisingly pliant against his.<\/p>\n

Wes slid both hands beneath Travis\u2019 shirt, enjoying the sensation of hot skin beneath his night-cool palms. Travis\u2019 strong fingers were splayed across his shoulders and back, gripping him tightly, as if Wes would escape if he let go. The thought made Wes angry for some reason and he realized he practically growled as he broke their kiss to bite<\/em> Travis\u2019 neck, which arched irresistibly beneath his open mouth. <\/p>\n

\u201cFuck, Wes!\u201d This time Travis did swear, his rough voice sending shivers down Wes\u2019 spine. He lifted his head and recaptured Travis\u2019 lips, drinking him greedily. Travis bucked against him as he gave as good as he got. Wes was so lost in the sensations flooding him, he was completely caught by surprise when his crafty partner slid one hand between their bodies, unceremoniously opened Wes\u2019 zipper and wrapped strong fingers around Wes\u2019 cock. Wes couldn\u2019t remember the last time he\u2019d been this hard, and he rocked into Travis\u2019 grip, something that was almost a whine escaping him. Travis grinned in triumph, his lips curving against Wes\u2019 mouth, but it lasted only a second before Wes broke away, twisting the other cop\u2019s arm behind his back - not too hard, for one because he didn\u2019t want to hurt his partner, but also because Travis once again surprised him by simply going with the motion and allowing himself to be pressed face-first against the black hood of Wes\u2019 precious car.<\/p>\n

For a minute Wes simply stood there, his brain frantically trying to make sense of all that was happening, but then Travis turned his head to shoot him a heated glance while pushing his ass firmly against Wes\u2019 erection. Reason fled and he roughly opened Travis\u2019 jeans and started pushing them down, only to stop when he realized he would hurt his partner, whose cock was straining against the denim confines. Leaning in he growled in a voice that brokered no argument: \u201cTake them off.\u201d<\/p>\n

Travis complied eagerly, and Wes used the temporary distraction to pick up his partner\u2019s trusty leather jacket, which he himself had deposited on the ground earlier in his haste to get his hands on Travis. It was his turn to smirk when he found what he\u2019d expected - a condom and a small bottle of lube. Turning back he froze in his tracks for a second, once again overwhelmed by the sight of Travis, naked from the waist down, looking at him with equal parts hunger and impatience. Quickly he shook himself out of it, unwilling to admit how badly he wanted to keep Travis looking at him like this. He could obsess and overanalyze later, now he had better things to do. So, with an insolent smile, he plastered himself, still clothed except for his open zipper, against Travis\u2019 back, and grinned: \u201cDidn\u2019t know you were a boy scout.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot a boy scout - a cop. Always gotta be ready to protect and serve the public.\u201d Panting between words, Travis arched backwards, his naked ass sliding against Wes\u2019 cock, making him swear under his breath, even while laughing helplessly at his partner\u2019s irreverent sense of humor. Normally he would have at least pretended to object, but right now Travis\u2019 sexual habits were what was enabling Wes to press a finger slick with lube into tight heat. He breached the ring carefully, and Travis exhaled sharply, his grin replaced with a look of such lust Wes had to bite his lower lip to keep from saying something he would later regret. He settled for crooking his finger until he found the spot that made Travis arch and demand more.<\/p>\n

Wes gladly complied and could feel Travis relax and open around his fingers, a promise of what was to come. With his other hand he was still holding Travis\u2019 right arm bent behind his back while his partner rested his forehead against his other arm, mumbling what were probably curses into it when Wes added a third finger. Finally he decided it was time, and Travis seemed to agree, tilting his hips and exhaling deeply as Wes pushed inside after hastily putting on the condom. <\/p>\n

Impulsively Wes leaned down, pinning Travis against the car with his upper body, and placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on the skin above his partner\u2019s sweat-soaked shirt. Travis turned his head, eyes flashing blue, and their lips found each other in a clumsy kiss that for some reason felt more intimate than Wes\u2019 cock in Travis\u2019 ass, and Wes had to break away and steady himself against Travis\u2019 hip. Then he began fucking his partner in earnest, relishing the small sounds that escaped Travis with every thrust, every snap of his hips. <\/p>\n

Wes had never expected anything like this to ever happen, although maybe he should have. He\u2019d been aware that his partner was attractive - hell, he\u2019d even allowed himself to jack off to thoughts of him occasionally, normally after a particularly long day in close proximity. He\u2019d never been more than an occasional bisexual, heteroflexible<\/em> Alex had called him, but the chemistry between him and Travis was so explosive, he\u2019d have had to be blind not to consider the possibility. Consider and dismiss it out of hand, especially after their relationship had degenerated into constant bickering, only interrupted by increasingly vicious blow-outs. Wes still shied away from remembering the incident with the gun, unwilling to face the mess of emotions that had led to it. He rather focused on the way Travis felt surrounding him, the sounds he made every time Wes\u2019 cock hit his prostate, the smell of after-shave, sweat and arousal, the image of him spread out against Wes\u2019 car, meeting him thrust for thrust even from his prone position. <\/p>\n

Somewhere along the line Wes had let go of his partner\u2019s arm, had instead wrapped one hand around Travis\u2019 middle and was jacking him off with the other, Travis\u2019 cock slick with a mix of lube and precum and feeling like silk-covered steel in Wes\u2019 fist. When he came it was surprisingly silent, with just a grunt, but his whole body jerked against Wes, who stopped moving in order to hold him until the tremors subsided. Although he was still incredibly aroused, it felt very satisfying to simply embrace Travis, their bodies pressed against one another from shoulders to feet, and he only started moving again when Travis turned to kiss him, a twining of tongues and sliding of mouths that turned dirty as strong internal muscles tightened around Wes\u2019 cock.<\/p>\n

Wes bit back a curse, feeling Travis\u2019 lips quirk against his, and slid out almost completely only to slam back in. Now Travis gasped, but he didn\u2019t object, simply braced himself against the car, and Wes didn\u2019t hesitate to accept the unspoken invitation. He\u2019d been on the brink for so long, it only took a few more hard shoves before his movements became erratic and he stilled, spilling into the condom. He heard his own voice repeat Travis\u2019 name over and over, a fervent litany that he hoped his partner would have the grace to ignore. <\/p>\n

Suddenly feeling drained, Wes slumped against Travis, resting his forehead against the broad, still cloth-covered shoulders. Then he stepped back, wincing as his cock slid free, and mechanically began putting everything to right - disposing of the condom, tucking himself back into his pants and closing the zipper. When he looked up, Travis had turned around and was leaning against the car nonchalantly, his jeans already back up, as if they hadn\u2019t just had sex in a dark alley beside an abandoned warehouse. Wes winced again - they\u2019d been lucky they hadn\u2019t been interrupted by a patrol, security probably still busy with the aftermath of their chase and collar. <\/p>\n

He could feel Travis\u2019 eyes on him but did his best to ignore them, not wanting to see either amusement, triumph or, worst of all, pity. It might have been Travis who kissed him first, but in Wes\u2019 mind it was obvious that it hadn\u2019t been his partner who had lost complete control over himself. Still, he could only fiddle with his - ruined - suit for so long, and finally Wes grabbed Travis\u2019 leather jacket and held it out like a peace offering as he fought to keep his voice level: \u201cHere. I hope I didn\u2019t damage it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He glanced at his partner sideways, not up to direct eye contact just yet, but the look of bemused wonder on Travis\u2019 face caught his attention, as did the gentle touch of fingers in his hair, smoothing down what was undoubtedly a complete mess. Travis words also came out of the blue: \u201cYou know why I kissed you, Wes?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wes shook his head mutely, in too much turmoil to try to figure out what the hell was going, and Travis continued, his voice sounding distant, almost as if he was talking to himself: \u201cI almost lost you last week, that\u2019s why.\u201d <\/p>\n

Wes knew exactly what he was talking about, even if until this moment he hadn\u2019t made the connection between the strange tension between them and the shootout with the two of them separated by a door. At the time, after the paramedics had given Wes the all-clear, Travis had made light of not being able to help Wes face down two perps on his own, quipping about Robin having to cope without Batman for a change. However, since the incident there had been little heat in their bickering, and Wes had caught a few strange glances from his partner. When asked about it, Travis had reacted curtly, even stalking off on one occasion, but Wes hadn\u2019t thought too much about it - hadn\u2019t dared to, if he was honest with himself. Which he had to, since Travis was still looking at him with eyes that were too soft, even as his face tightened when Wes remained silent.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnyway, forget it - obviously I was being stupid. I\u2019m supposed to have your back and wasn\u2019t able to, so you can blame the whole thing on PTSD or something.\u201d The anger in Travis\u2019 voice rang hollow, although likely only to Wes, who had spent way too much time and effort cataloguing and deciphering his partner\u2019s responses. He still blushed hotly as Travis\u2019s next words unerringly hit their target: \u201cI must say, I wouldn\u2019t have thought you had it in you, man! Sex in public, with a man, with your fucking partner<\/em> - must have been that year of not having sex making you snap finally. Or has it been even longer since Alex let you have some?\u201d<\/p>\n

Normally Wes would have exploded at the mention of Alex, but this time all he could feel was emptiness in the place where the pedestal he\u2019d put his ex-wife on had been and where it had felt as if something new might take root at several points during the sex with Travis. Travis might be the one with the bad relationship track record on paper, but Wes knew that if he didn\u2019t say something now, he\u2019d be the one to blame for the crash and burn of not just their personal but in all likelihood their professional relationship as well. If he remained silent, it was as good as pulling his gun on his partner again - and he had sworn to himself that he\u2019d never, ever hurt Travis like that. <\/p>\n

Still, he struggled to find words, so in the end, when he saw that Travis was about to turn in disgust and walk away, he quickly cupped his partner\u2019s in his hands and pressed his lips against Travis\u2019. He didn\u2019t expect an instant reaction and didn\u2019t get one, but he persevered, kissing him again, gently, like a question. Slowly Travis\u2019 mouth softened beneath his touch, not really responding but allowing it to happen, and when Wes pulled away, the hurt anger had left the handsome face.<\/p>\n

Finally Wes found the words to plead his case, feeling as if he was trying to convince a particularly stubborn judge: \u201cIt had nothing to do with Alex, or not having had sex in a while, Travis. It was because it was you. You always push my buttons, and then you seem surprised when I snap!\u201d <\/p>\n

Taking a deep breath Wes realized he was tracing Travis\u2019 cheekbones with his thumbs, the movement strangely soothing. His voice quiet he pushed on, knowing that if he didn\u2019t say it now he never would: \u201cWhen I was in that room all by myself and thought that I might die, all I kept thinking about was you, Trav. I never thought of us having sex - don\u2019t laugh, you fuck! - not in any real way, because you know what losing Alex did to me, and I knew that even without sex losing you would be worse than that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hearing the quaver in his voice Wes stopped talking, stopped moving, almost stopped breathing while he waited for Travis to break his unfamiliar silence. It didn\u2019t last more than a couple of seconds, just enough for Wes to begin fearing that he\u2019d misread the whole situation. But then Travis\u2019 hands came up to cover his, warm and steady like the light in his eyes and the smile on his face: \u201cWell, this totally goes in my top five, maybe even top three, of grand confessions!\u201d<\/p>\n

Wes started, unbelieving, although he should have expected something like this - Travis was world class at deflecting with humor after all - but before he could give voice to his outrage, Travis\u2019 lips were on his. This kiss was different from all that had come before, neither thoughtless passion nor hesitant inquiry, it was sweet, deep and warm, and everything Wes would never have admitted he wanted. With a sigh he relaxed against his partner, wrapping both arms around him and feeling Travis\u2019 hands run up and down his back, oh so gently. Finally the kiss ended, although Wes wasn\u2019t sure who ended it, and they stood, still embracing, until it began to feel kind of\u2026 <\/p>\n

\u201cAlright, this is getting weird!\u201d Travis exclaimed, stepping back and releasing Wes, who breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other for a long second, then cracked up simultaneously, laughing so hard that they ended up having to steady themselves against one another. Still wheezing, Travis offered a hand for a high-five, and after a moment\u2019s hesitation Wes complied, albeit with a roll of his eyes that felt both familiar and right. <\/p>\n

\u201cGlad we have the same low tolerance when it comes to mushiness! I don\u2019t think I could stand it if our relationship was suddenly all sunshine and roses\u2026\u201d Travis grinned, wide and happy, and Wes realized it had been quite a while since he\u2019d last seen his partner so open and relaxed. \u201cBut just for the record, I\u2019m even more glad we\u2019re on the same page when it comes to sex\u2026 and stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStuff - that\u2019s what we\u2019re calling it?\u201d Wes asked, voice dry. After he\u2019d laid his heart bare, he\u2019d been kind of hoping for a more emotional response from Travis.<\/p>\n

However, Travis unsurprisingly remained undaunted and nodded: \u201cYes, stuff<\/em>. That and the sex. Don\u2019t forget the sex, because I sure won\u2019t!\u201d He licked his lips, and Wes felt a tendril of heat coil in his stomach. Travis seemed to know exactly what his partner was thinking, his voice suddenly low and raspy: \u201cBecause man, that was some good shit. I totally intend to take you home and do some more of that!\u201d<\/p>\n

Wes swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, but forced himself to ask: \u201cTonight?\u201d<\/p>\n

Instead of an answer, Travis shrugged and stepped away, opening the car door and sliding inside gracefully, as if he had not just had Wes\u2019 cock inside of him, as if Wes had not just spilled much more than his seed only a few minutes ago. Wes blinked hard, the first flickers of lust suddenly ashes in his mouth, and got into the driver\u2019s side, carefully not looking at his partner. He was just about to turn the key in the ignition when Travis said, voice carefully bland: \u201cTonight and every night, as far as I\u2019m concerned.\u201d<\/p>\n

Biting his lip to suppress the goofy smile that threatened to escape, Wes turned to his partner, aware that his eyes were probably showing it all. So instead of saying anything, he simply leaned over and kissed Travis until they were both breathless. Only when Wes had started driving towards Travis\u2019 trailer did he give the only possible answer: \u201cAlright, then.\u201d<\/p>\n

He did not have to look over to see Travis\u2019 blinding grin. However, he did have to look over to tell his partner that, just like his car stereo, Wes\u2019 person was off limits while driving. Not that it did him any good, Travis\u2019 hands seemed to have a mind of their own and kept wandering into dangerous territory. Adjusting in his seat, Wes grinned and ignored Travis\u2019 rambling how he only wanted his partner to relax and let loose for a change, all for his own good of course.<\/p>\n

Wes might not have seen this coming, but he somehow doubted it would be a great adjustment.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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