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Quincy

By: Pelaam



Quincy - First time

By Pelaam

The older man gazed down reassuringly at the anxious younger man, between whose spread legs he lay so comfortably and where he fit so perfectly. 

"It'll be OK," he said quietly. "Doing something for the first time always creates nervousness. Just relax."

"Everything will change," came the worried reply.

"No it won't. Bobby," the older man cooed. "Nothing will change in this bed or between us." He gave his worried lover a gentle kiss that he ended by tugging on the younger man's moustache.

"But work..."

"Is work. I do what I love. You'll be great in the new job. You can do it. We both know that. It won't change what we have between us. I promise it won't. We'll find ways to make sure it doesn't. Good things are worth making efforts for, sweetheart."

"I promise, too," the younger man said with a nervous smile. "Love me?"

"Always."

The older man kissed his lover again, this time with more passion. His tongue delved deep, duelling with the slick muscle of the younger man and the consequent groan from his actions were music to his ears. Reaching to the locker, he snagged up the tube of gel and coated his fingers liberally with lube and slid his hands between their bodies, blindly seeking his lover's entrance.

As gel-slick fingers ghosted across puckered flesh, the younger man moaned appreciatively. He whimpered and writhed as a single digit penetrated him. He cried out with pleasure as a second finger pushed inside. His older lover nipped sharply at his peaked nipples, laving them wetly to sooth the brief hurt and the younger man began to lose himself in the arousing sensations assaulting his body. As he felt three fingers stretch him, scissoring and pumping gently, he pressed both hands to his lover's head holding him to gaze eye to eye.

"In me, please. I need you," he begged quietly.

"Shh, sweetheart," the older man crooned softly, but positioned himself at the younger man's entrance in response to the soft command. He coated his throbbing flesh and slowly sank into tight, slick heat. Both men groaned at the union. Once fully inside, the older man waited for his Mate to accommodate to being filled. He then began to stroke the younger man in time with the strong rhythmic thrusts into their welcoming body. He felt the younger man climax and was dimly aware of his name being called even as his own hips snapped erratically and he found release inside the younger man's body.

The older man cleaned their bodies after slipping from his lover's tightness and snuggled them together.

"I love you," came a sated, sleepy murmur.

"I love you, sweetheart."

The two men slept entwined and content.

****

"Quincy!" came an exasperated shout. "You're like a cat on hot bricks." The grouse was said good-naturedly. Sam understood the other man's nervousness. Today he was to meet their new manager. Some guy called Astin.

"I've got the autopsy on that big case Monahan's working on. I don't need this ..."

The rest of his sentence was never uttered as Sam picked up the ringing phone and absently nodded.

"Yes. Yes. I'll tell him to go up straight away." He replaced the receiver and smiled at Quincy. "You have been summonsed," he said. "Good luck."

"Good luck," Quincy muttered darkly as he scowled at the other man.

****

Waiting in his new office on the first day of his appointment, the new manager tried to hide his nerves. The Human Resource man was still speaking, but the words just washed over the other man who wondered once again whether he'd made the right decision. Quincy's reputation as Medical Examiner was legendary. His eyes snapped to the door as it opened.

"Ah, Dr Quincy," the HR man smiled. "I'll introduce you gentlemen and leave you to get acquainted. DR Quincy, this is Robert Astin."

The words were unheard as the older and younger man clasped hands. Astin swallowed around a lump in his throat at the look of love and pride in his lover's eyes. As the door closed he was pulled into a hard swift hug.

"Congratulations," the older man said warmly.

"I couldn't have done it without you," the younger smiled.

"Sorry I can't stay, but I have a big case to work on," Quincy said as he backed towards the door.

"Just a minute," Astin said raising his eyebrows. "I'm the man in charge here. I won't stand for insubordination under my command." 

Quincy grinned widely at the younger man's words. The twinkle in Astin's eyes took away any sting they might have had otherwise. 

Quincy smiled at the confident tone and recognised that his lover's nervousness was now losing out to the younger man's natural confidence.

"Won't stand for insubordination, hmm?" Quincy said, his voice thick with lust, eyes smouldering, and causing Astin's own eyes to widen. "I think I'll change that tune later when I *come* aboard. After I've conducted a full body cavity search that is," Quincy added, he voice getting deeper. "Then I'll ensure you receive a very intimate and personal christening to celebrate your new job."

"Oh, God," Astin moaned as found himself hardening at the words and the tone in which they were spoken. "You're incorrigible,"

Quincy grinned widely and chuckled at the gasp and look of outrage as he swatted his younger lover's rear, leaving the younger man speechless.

"Catch you later, sweetheart," he whispered.

Shutting the office door he laughed out loud. Oh yes, this was the start of a whole new era. The first time his lover would also be his boss. He knew he would keep the promise made the night before. He would put the same devotion into making their relationship work as he gave to his cases. He owed it to them both to do nothing less.

Quincy



We had become best friends by default. Quincy and I were the only long distance swimmers on our small college swim team and we were dating sisters. Our schedules brought us together.

Eventually we roomed together. I am a reserved person and had never pressed for close friendships; Quincy was my first best friend since the third grade. He was more of an extrovert than me so it was he that initiated the conversation with the sisters that led to girlfriends. The girls were also members of the swim team and we were comfortable around each other.

One more thing factored in our relationship. Quince and I were always the last in and out of the locker room showers after practice. We had the locker room to ourselves since the rest of the team showered and left before we were finished with our laps. Our swimming coach was a very nice looking lesbian lady and never set foot in the men's locker room.

It did not take long before we were inspecting each other and even less time to do so without reservations. We both had swimmers build but Quince was two inches taller than me. He was very blonde and at first glance it appeared he did not have pubic hair. His dick was about six inches or so, medium width and nearly no taper.

I am a redhead with all its characteristic traits; including the nickname Rusty most of us have to carry. My dick was about the size of Quincy's but a bit thicker. I knew that at first glance my cock looked much bigger than his but that was an illusion caused by his bigger frame.

I enjoyed being able to be naked with another guy without the extreme self-consciousness that I had felt all my life. Red pubic hair seems to draw crude comments.

I'd noticed that while in the shower Quince would often have an erection even though his hands had not been near his dick. It also occurred to me that it could be me that caused it. I relaxed because I was sure he was not gay and he knew I was not either. Still the idea that it was me that turned him on was intriguing.

In time, when I saw his dick get hard, I turned my back to him and gave him the opportunity to masturbate. He understood and I began to hear groans behind me, followed by water being splashed against the wall. This became routine.

I though he liked the idea that he could get caught and in fact once he was. Albert, my biology lab partner and a member of our freestyle relay teams, poked his head in the shower when Quincy was well into his jack off. He had come to ask me about our lab book but his question trailed away when he spotted Quince.

I gave him a long involved reply to see what he would do and as I expected he stayed to watch. I had suspected Al was gay and his reaction pretty much confirmed it. He licked his lips. His dick got hard.

He nodded at what I was saying with no clue at what I had just said. He tried to hide his interest on what Quince was doing which told me he did not think I knew what was happening two showerheads behind me.

Quince may have slowed down when Al first came in but he was soon at full speed. In less than his usual time I heard him grunt. I could tell exactly where his cum went by following Al's eyes.

I gave him a couple of seconds then said, "Al, don't worry about. I will take care of it."

The look of relief on his face was great; he smiled and nodded at me. I had taken away any reason for him to stay so he very reluctantly turned to leave. Before making his exit he said, "Good to see you Quince," then disappeared around the corner.

When I turned to Quincy he had a big grin on his face. He had very much enjoyed having an audience and I knew the audience had enjoyed the show.

I saw that was Quincy staring at my dick. The scene had made it very hard and I had not waited until it had calmed down before facing him as I normally did. Quincy said, "Go ahead. It's just us guys in here."

I shook my head no as my hand reached for my cock. Quincy turned his back to me as I usually did for him. I tried in vain to resist but I really needed to cum, badly. I knew he jacked off while looking at my ass and wondered at the attraction. I found that using his ass as inspiration was more erotic than I had expected and made my cum fly out further than usual. In fact my cum flew so far that a glob landed one of his ass cheek.

He flinched a bit when he felt it but did not acknowledge it. After a few moments he turned back to face in my direction and casually rinsed it off his butt. I had not finished washing the cum off my dick and it was still mostly hard. Quincy watched me soap and rinse my cock until the coach yelled through the door that there was a meeting in five minutes. I was very happy for the interruption because Quincy's stare was keeping my dick hard. I was positive it did not mean anything.

At our next practice I was not surprised to see Albert finding things to do before going in for his shower. He had just turned the water on when Quince and I got there.

We had a communal shower. There were five showerheads on each wall, staggered from each other. My usual position was the second showerhead from the entrance on the right side. Quincy used the fourth one on the left side. Albert had settled in the fifth one on my side, the one closest to Quincy.

After a few minutes of normal stuff when we actually got the chlorine off us we fell into an expectant silence. Al's dick was longer and thinner than ours. I did not know how to describe it to myself other than interesting. It had been hard before any water was running. Quincy's dick was hard immediately after he saw Al's. Much to my embarrassment mine was hard by the time I rinsed my hair. I need not have been embarrassed since the two guys were concentrating on each other's dicks, not mine.

I watched in fascination while they each caressed their cocks as they soaped them. I watched as they dropped any pretension of washing and started to deliberately play with their cocks. I tried to turn away as they started masturbating in earnest.

I was only dimly aware that I was masturbating too.

I saw the distance between them close. They were now almost dick-to-dick. Quincy gave me a quick glance that told me it would be best if I turned around. I did so but not completely. I had enough of a glimpse to see Albert go to his knees.

I heard Quince groan. I took a quick look and saw that Quincy's cock had completely vanished inside Al's mouth. My fist flew over my dick but I was having a difficult time cumming.

I heard Quince grunt and I heard slurping. I turned towards them and saw Albert licking the cum off Quince's dick as he stood. He turned Quincy towards the wall and had him bend at the waist. Slowly but forcefully he buried his dick into Quincy's ass. He paused for a few moments after he was buried to the balls then proceeded to give my best friend a hard fuck.

Quincy turned to look at me for a moment. There was embarrassment and helplessness in his eyes. His dick, however, betrayed his true emotion. Even after he had just cum it was still very hard.

I had been frantically working my cock for a while but could not cum. I guessed that it was just too hard. I heard Albert begin to moan and saw Quince push his ass back towards him. Suddenly Albert collapsed over Quincy's back. He stayed that way for a few moments then Albert extricated himself and returned to his shower.

Quincy remained leaning against the wall. He looked at me as if there was something he wanted me to see. Then I saw it, cum oozing out his ass. My cum immediately rocketed out of my cock and I saw stars. I do not know how I managed to stay upright; it was the strongest orgasm of my life.

Joy was mixed with relief until embarrassment ruined the experience. I saw the other two looking at my cock with awe. I pushed myself to a fast recovery then quickly left the showers.

I was dressed and ready to go but Al and Quince still had not returned to the locker room. I tried to leave but instead found myself stepping towards the shower entrance to see what was going on.

Quincy was fucking Albert's ass.

I stayed until he filled our friends ass with cum then left.

We had our last swim meet the following Saturday. Our season had gone well but without a conference championship. After we returned from the competition the coach called a quick meeting and announced it was party time at her house.

During the party that evening I became aware of how affectionate the relationships were between the girls and our coach. My girlfriend in particular seemed to crave physical contact with Coach Inga.

Quincy and I and the sisters had originally paired of by height. I had Teresa, the shorter and older sister. I did get regular handjobs from her and she loved for me to fingerfuck her but we had never come close to fucking. I had never seen her tits. In fact even though I had my fingers inside often I had never seen her pussy.

Quince had told me that his relationship was even less satisfactory, getting only an occasional handjob from Rita and no progress past her tits. I had long suspected that we were the wrong gender for our girlfriends.

As the party progressed I started to ask myself who might be gay. I was startled by the realization that it was possible that the only straight person there was me.

About that time I saw Quince, Teresa, and Martin, (our best butterfly man), go down the hallway and into a bedroom. Teresa came out not long after but the guys stayed behind closed door for about twenty minutes. I decided I did not need to know what was going on behind that door.

Teresa spent very little time with me during the party and told me that she would be staying at the house to help coach with the clean up.

Later on that evening Quince told me the guys were going for a few beers and urged me to come along. I reminded him that was still twenty years old and could not.

I stayed at the party and talked to Teresa's sister Rita for a while. I liked her and had always thought Quincy and I had the wrong sister as girlfriend. Eventually I noticed I was the only guy left. I said goodnight to Rita and she gave a much better kiss than her sister ever had. I had asked her for a date even before my brain thought it through and I was happy and relieved when Rita immediately accepted.

As I worked my way towards the door I spied two of the girls, Carol and Amanda, making out on a love seat. Carol had her hand under Amanda's shirt and was working a tit.

I stared longer than I should have and Carol noticed. She smiled at me and lifted the shirt exposing Amanda's tit to me. Amanda seemed to be enjoying my attention. Carol covered the tit with her mouth and I heard a groan. She ran a hand down Amanda's body and slipped it under her waistband. I saw the bulge of the hand travel to Amanda's crotch and heard her groan again as she arched her back.

I was transfixed until Coach Inga took my hand and led me towards the door. On our way out she was thanking me for a great season and was making sure I knew the pool was available to me all year around.

As we stood outside her door she told me how much she appreciated my discretion in general and about what I just saw in particular. I nodded and mumbled it would never be a problem. She stepped to me and kissed me on the cheek while saying thank you. As she did her body made contact with my incredibly hard dick.

She smiled, and gripped it gently while she kissed my lips. "Go home and do something about this before you give yourself a stroke," she said.

I stared at her door for several moments before I realized it was closed.

I just had to masturbate so I hurried to the dorm hoping Quincy would not return until I had finished. I wanted to do it on my bed naked instead of the bathroom.

I undressed and started masturbating with a fury until I forced my hands off my dick. I wanted it to last. I brought to my mind the vision of the two girls making out, the beautiful tit as it was engulfed into Carol's mouth.

I caressed my dick. The sensation brought back the feel of coach's hand on my cock, the squeeze she gave it before her soft kiss. I closed my eyes and saw the hand traveling to the pussy. I resumed masturbating in earnest.

Quincy was in fact already back but I did not know it. He had been in the bathroom and had stayed back to watch me masturbate. I thought I heard something but it was too late to worry about it as my cum was already flying half way to the ceiling before landing on my chest.

I turned to the sounds and saw Quince, naked, furiously working his dick. In seconds his seed was oozing around his fist. There was not a lot of it, which led me to think this was not just his second cum tonight, maybe not even his third. I watched until he was spent.

When he was done he retreated to the bathroom. I heard the sink water running, I heard him piss, I saw him come out still naked, his dick very red.

As he came back I stood and passed him on my way to the bathroom. Somehow my dick was still mostly hard. I had not wiped the cum off my chest or my dick. Quince noticed and may have thought about grabbing my cock as it went past. I saw his hand twitch.

While in the shower I asked myself what I would have done if he had grabbed my cock. I was not too surprised to realize I would have allowed him to do anything to my dick that he wanted. That led me to another self-love session while my mind replayed the lesbian scene. Somehow the vision of Albert's cum oozing out of Quincy's ass in the shower joined it.

When I returned to the room Quincy was sound asleep/passed out, He was on his stomach naked on top of his covers.

His ass looked good. I fought the urge to caress it but for a few seconds I did so anyway then went to bed naked too.

The next morning I looked at his dick and ass as he headed for the bathroom. He paused at the bathroom door and stretched, then bend over at the waist to pick up something from the floor. I had an erection before his ass went into the bathroom. I played with my cock until I heard him in the shower then headed to the pot to take a piss.

Quincy came out of the shower while I was shaking my dick. He said good morning, (apparently to my dick, that's were his eyes were when he said it). I said good morning to his ass.

I grabbed toothbrush and toothpaste and stepped into the shower to brush and get a quick rinse. Washing my dick had kept my cock hard and I toyed with the idea of getting off in the shower. I was about to start when Quincy poked his head in and asked to borrow my toothpaste. I stepped over to him gave him the tube. His eyes never left my dick. I suspected the he had been watching me all along.

I skipped the fist exercise and stepped out to dry myself. Quince was still naked and his dick was hard when I stepped out. He was by the sink mostly pretending to be busy with the toothbrush. I sensed he had been waiting for me to come out.

Quince glanced at me often while I applied the towel to my body and steadily kept his eyes on me while I dried my dick and balls. I did not understand why but I wanted him to watch me. By the time I hung up the towel he was bent over the sink brushing.

The sink was next to the bedroom door. There was very little space. To get past him I would have to squeeze behind him. He of course knew that. By the time I took the first step my dick was oozing pre-cum.

He was bent over more than he needed to be; there was no way to get past him without making contact. I turned and faced in the direction he was facing and inched my way across.

My dick made contact with the cheek of his ass. He made no move.

I inched a bit more past him, trailing pre-cum over his ass cheek. He paused in his brushing but did not move.

My dick slid into the crack of his ass abutting his hole. He eased himself back a bit more pinning my ass against the wall behind me and keeping my cock on the rim of his anus. The only way I could move was forward, towards him. He spread his legs further apart.

The head of my dick was sliding into him. I pressed forward a bit, he pressed back a bit. The head of my dick popped into his ass. We groaned.

My hands found his hips. He pressed back some more. I pressed forward. Suddenly I felt my balls bounce against his. My hands went around his waist and I gripped his very hard dick with one hand. He groaned and shoved his ass at me urgently. I started to slowly fuck him as I masturbated him.

Soon he became impatient with my slow fuck and upped the pace. I matched his pace as I continued to fuck his ass and jack his cock.

He gave every sign that he loved what we were doing. His cock was hot and very hard in my hand.

As for me I was fascinated by what we were doing. My prick loved being in his ass. My hand loved his cock in its grip.

In my life I had managed to get laid fewer than ten times, never an ass fuck. I had never had a dick in my hand except mine. I concluded that this was a fabulous experience and I needed to enjoy it to the fullest. I slowed the pace and pushed Quincy towards the sink so I could take longer strokes. I was soon plunging into him in as long a stroke as I could without my cock leaving his ass completely.

Quince groaned again and I felt his dick spew. I increased the intensity of my strokes and exploded into his ass. He pressed me back against the wall and ground his ass into me, squeezing my dick until I had nothing left. Slowly he began to straighten up until my dick popped out. For the second time in my life I watched cum ooze out of an ass but this time it was my cum.

I turned back towards the shower noting that my hand was reluctant to let go of his dick. He joined me in the shower after a minute and he gently (and lovingly?), soaped and rinsed my dick. He kissed its head and left the shower to me. I was somewhat disappointed by his departure since I had hoped to soap his cock and perhaps kiss it as he had mine.

Quincy had planned that ass fuck well. While my dick was inching its way across his ass I noted that there were two tubes of toothpaste on the shelf. Borrowing my toothpaste while I was in the shower had been a ploy to stop me from jacking off before stepping out.

Next to the tubes of toothpaste on the shelf was an open tube of KY Jelly. It became perfectly clear what he wanted. I was confident of that when I placed my dick at his opening and felt the cold lubricant on the head of my dick. All he had to do was ease back.

I knew I would not have been allowed out of the bathroom without fucking him.

He was fully dressed and stepping out the door when I returned into the room. We had a long weekend and he was going home.

He had a look on his face that made me wonder what was going on at his mind but he reassured me with a big smile and then waved me goodbye.

It would be five tears before I saw him again.

His family had not taken his coming out well.

Many years later it remained my only gay experience but I would sometimes wonder what it would feel like to have a cock up my ass. My wife Rita loved fucking me with her strapon but I wanted a real live cock in me.

It is a top five entry in my bucket list.



Quincy and Tia



"Please." Come the weak gasp.

My smile was cold. "Did she beg you too? Beg you to stop? Well I don't want to stop. I take a great deal of pleasure hurting men who hurt women."

"She-" He didn't or should I say couldn't finish his sentence.

"What? She wanted it? Please. Don't flatter yourself. Just hurry up and die already." I tightened the wire and it sank into his skin and disappeared in a red gush. His death rattle was more of a death gurgle. I held on for a few more moments. Then I pulled my cord out of his neck. Using his shirt I wiped off the blood.

'Sick son of a bitch.' I thought. His M.O. was a perfect evening of dining, dancing, and date rape. I don't deal well with rapists. But its what I do. Sort of a hobby really. When you work in an E.R., eventually you experience all that is life. Murder, car accidents, suicide, abuse, freak and normal accidents, and rape. I get interested in rape. To me, it is an act of violence that never gets fully punished. If and I do mean if a rapist is caught, he goes to jail for five to seven years on the hard end and gets paroled in two. That is the worst it gets. Usually they are out on the streets again after one-year probation. What the fuck is that?

To me, rape is worse than murder because this time the victim lives. They have to go on with their lives. Day after day with the knowledge that a stranger put his hands on them and no matter what they did or said the stranger forces themselves on them. Now assuming the victim lives through the trauma, they now have to face possible pregnancy, the inability to ever get pregnant if the violation was severe, and any other host of STD's.

That's wrong.

So I do what I can to balance things out. I hear about a rape and I take the guy out. Doesn't seem fair? Tough shit. It isn't fair for women to still be attacked even if they've taken all the precautions they can. Defense classes don't mean shit if he has a gun or a knife to your throat, blindsides you with a fist or a blunt object or if you're just plain fucking outnumbered.

Besides, it's not like they don't get a trial. I watch their habits. See how they act around and away from women.

It's not surprising to know that rapists don't think of women as people. It is easier to thrust your body into another unwilling one if you think of them being subhuman. To them, most women are bitches, sluts, and whores. Usually with the exception that are their mothers, sisters, or other female relatives. Though sometimes even that doesn't apply.

But I digress.

I'm Tia Love and I work the three to eleven shift in the E.R. at Curtis Memorial hospital, L.A. Nurse by night, vigilante by later night. I'm not a psycho if that's what you're thinking. I do a lot of waiting and research on these scumbags. Then I kill the motherfuckers. They're getting off easy. If I wanted to go even steven I'd torch their asses while they were alive. I love the smell of burning flesh. It is very calming to me. But I'd have the problem of them screaming and I might not get away fast enough... And some do gooder could put them out before they suffered the painful death they deserved.

But again I'm off on a tangent.

I live in your average suburb with little houses that are all the same. It's where the date rapists live. I work in the city where the violent rapes happen. Between the two I come into contact with a lot of perps, but I try not to make a move until they give me a reason. One of the things I've noticed about these crimes of control; once they aren't in control any more, they sob like babies, beg like children and whine like puppies.

Things they could do to another person against their will are fun, but make them the victim and they crumble. Dicks. At least if they acted a little tougher it would make me less embarrassed about my own sex. I hate being automatically weaker. I have to work my ass off to stay in tiptop shape while some schmuck can almost overpower me. I kicked the lifeless body and started walking home. Staying to the busier well-lit streets. I was too tired for another encounter. I walked into the street and was just about to raise my hand to hail a taxi when there was a police car whoop behind me. I looked over to the unmarked car.

I walked over and smiled.

"Tia, you got off hours ago. What are you doing out so late?"

"Prowling." I laughed. Quincy Dare the detective extraordinaire and my next-door neighbor.

Make that nosy but hot for a white guy next-door neighbor. He was one of the few good men left in the world. A dying breed of Boy Scout-on-your-honor-white-hat-always-gets-the-girl-and-rides-off-into-the-sunset-knight-in-shining-armor type.

"This area is dangerous at night. We have a murderer on the loose." Blue eyes just jump out at you when they are encased in black eyelashes, eyebrows, and hair.

"Really?" I asked, looking startled.

"Yeah. So far only male victims but the pattern could change. Do you want a lift home? Its time for a break anyway."

"No, but thanks." I paused. "Where's your partner? I would have thought he'd have said something like not being a charter service."

"Well, Brian asked for tonight off. I'm flying solo. Come on, I'll take you home."

"Fine." I submitted and climbed into the car. "Can't really argue with a free ride."

"Oh, it's not free." Quincy said with a smirk pulling into traffic.

I raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I'd like to know more about my neighbor. I know you work at Curtis on the evening shift, but what else is there?"

"Its not a mystery." 'I just stalk and kill rapist assholes. No big.'

"Enlighten me. What do you do for fun?"

"I exercise."

"Exercise?"

"Yes. You know; weight lift, run, dance."

"You like to dance?"

"I love a good cardiovascular workout. The harder the better." Too bad I was looking out

the car's window when I said that. I missed his wolfish glance. "So what about you? Mr. Dare? What is your story?"

"Oh, I like it hard and fast too." Luckily this time he was watching the road, so he didn't see my curious gaze at his crotch. Unfortunately he must have felt it. "I meant dancing, Tia."

"I knew that."

"Of course you did." Though his tone said otherwise. "Would you like to?"

My heart beat faster. "What?"

"Go dancing."

"Oh." 'Damn.' I thought. "Sure, but what style?"

"Country?"

I wrinkled my nose.

"Polka."

"Definitely not."

"Salsa."

"Now we're talking."

"When will you be free?"

"Friday." Although Friday was a hot night for hunting rapists, one night couldn't hurt.

Or three Fridays, consecutive. I sat at the nurses' station, humming a samba beat while I looked over a chart. Anna, charge nurse, best friend and movie buddy shook her head and smiled indulgently. "So how's officer Hotness?" Anna repeated herself louder when I did not reply. Anna rolled her chair over to me snapped her fingers and in her motherly voice said, "Tia!"

That got my attention. My mind jerked from the neon lights of the dance club in my daydream to the yellow fluorescent lighting of reality. "Huh?" I said dumbly.

"Wow, he really put a number on you."

"What? What number? Who are you talking about?"

"What I've been talking about for the past five minutes, but you were in your own little world dreaming about Mr. Wonderful to notice. I said: He put a spell on you because you haven't complained about men all night. The shift is almost over."

"He has not put a spell on me. There is no spell to speak of."

"Oh yeah?" Anna turned to the young man filling out a chart in the corner. "Dr. Morgan, Tia hasn't complained about men all night."

The handsome doctor looked up, concerned. "Does she have any other symptoms? Does she have dizziness, nausea, any bleeding from the ears? I think we need to run a CT scan." He winked at Anna and continued charting.

"Ha, ha." I said dryly. "I just wandered a little. All of us are entitled."

"Yes, but not all of us are you that hates men." Dr. Morgan stated. Finished with his chart, he returned it and walked over to us.

"Keep it up and I'll tell your wife about our affair."

Without even missing a beat he said, "She already knows. I use it to get her hot." He and Anna kissed. I shook my head. "But seriously. If this cop makes you happy, go for it. Also I recommend using his handcuffs. It is sensual, his would be real, and he knows the Miranda rights. Very hot."

"Warren, enough. Not everyone shares your need to tie your partner up. Some people hate the idea." Anna said primly organizing her paperwork.

"That's not what you said-"

"Warren Thaddeus Morgan! Be quiet!" Anna snapped, again in her motherly voice.

"Uh oh, somebody's in trouble. She used your whole name. Are you gonna get a spanking?"

I grinned and Warren laughed. "I hope so."

"That is enough, you two are going to get us in trouble. Stop it! You!" She pointed at me.

"Finish your charts. You!" Anna smacked her husband on the shoulder. "Make your rounds. I'll deal with you later."

"Yes, ma'am'." He saluted and walked away.

"Now that is what I call trained." I murmured.

Anna smiled. "Don't try to change the subject. So tell me more."

"Well, we've been going dancing and it is great. We've been told by complete strangers that we should compete professionally."

"Wow. What do you dance? I'm guessing from the music you were humming, it is Spanishy."

"Yeah. It was wonderful. We'd dance into the night." I said dreamily. "I'm even taking some Spanish classes at the community college so I can understand everyone."

"So is it good and heavy between you and officer Hotness?"

"I'll have you know he is the epitome of a gentleman. He walks me to my door and tells me he had a great time. Then he kisses my hand and shoos me inside."

"It drives you crazy-"

"Like you wouldn't believe! It is pure torture. Every time we dance its like having sex standing up in the middle of a crowded dance floor. But then we get home and suddenly I'm with the ice prince."

"I'm sure that's not what he means to do. He probably doesn't want to rush things."

"Rush things? I'm dry humping and he's worried about rushing things?"

"You sound a little stressed, Tia. How long has it been for you?"

"Longer than I wish to mention out loud. He's so very masculine and he smells so good and when we're that close-"

"You just want to rip off his clothes and lay him down right there?"

"Yeah."

Anna gave me a hug. "He'll come around. Tell him how you feel. He's probably suffering worse than you are. And maybe try something different. Like dinner and a movie or miniature golf. Then ask for help with your swing. Trust me, it helps."

"Miniature golf?" I asked distastefully, wrinkling my nose.

"Don't be so urban. It's a great date game. You can talk while you have fun. Warren and

I can play with you if you're afraid."

"I am not afraid. Although your company would be most welcome"

"Good."

When I got home I fed Isis, my black hellion of a cat. She got cranky if her food wasn't fresh. I'd just kicked off my shoes and started warming my precooked grilled chicken and vegetables when my doorbell rang. Isis ran over to the door, put her paws on it and began to purr and meow.

Quincy.

I opened the door and sure enough, there he was looking positively yummy in jeans that looked comfy and worn. Topped off with a black t-shirt. He'd learned that because Isis liked him, he'd have to stop wearing white around her. Isis jumped into his arms. Quincy scratched her behind her ears and crooned. "How's my favorite girl?"

"Keep talking like that and I'm going to be jealous."

"Of a cat? I doubt that, Tia." Quincy sniffed the air. "So what are we eating?" He put Isis on the floor.

"We aren't eating anything. I'm having reheated chicken and vegetables."

Quincy pretended to pout. "You're not going to share? I shared my steak with you."

"After I grilled them." I added dryly.

"And it was good. Although I must say." Quincy sniffed again. "Maybe you should stick to steaks since vegetables seem to be tougher to cook."

"What are you-" I smelled something burning. "Oh-!" I ran to the kitchen and pulled the pot off the stove, but it was too late. My food was crispy charcoal. I shot Quincy a dirty look as he followed me into the kitchen.

"Hey I didn't do anything." He held up his hands in defense. I continued to glare. "But being the gallant hero type that I am, I'll rescue you from the disaster you call dinner. Come on. We'll go out to eat. My treat."

"In this?" I gestured to my scrub uniform.

"You look great." He said. I raised an eyebrow. "I'll wait for you to change." He amended.

"Good answer." I jogged upstairs to my room, and faced the tumultuous task of finding something to wear. As he was in jeans, I chose a tight scoop neck black top and a flowy above the knee skirt that accented my long legs. With my silver toenail polish on I decided my black strappy heels to make them show up better. A little perfume and I was ready.

As I descended the stairs, I could hear him crooning to Isis again. He was dangling one of her gazillion toys while she batted fiercely at it. Come to think of it, she'd gotten more stuff from him than I have. Rotten feline.

What I wanted to play with was safely hidden behind some denim and a zipper. Of course that could change if I voiced what I really want. Instead I said, "I'm ready."

Quincy's eyes traveled upward. He dropped the toy. "Whoa." He gulped.

"Am I overdressed? I thought-" Worriedly I fussed with the skirt.

"No! No, that's not what I meant. You- you look beautiful."

"Thank you." I looked down a moment then back at him, waiting.

"Oh!" He started. "Sorry. Lets go." His hand felt warm and comforting at my lower back. Isis meowed as we left. I couldn't help but smirk at her as we left. Spoiled cat.

We took Quincy's SUV since it was still in his driveway and he owed me dinner. He drove to a nearby restaurant that made a killer New York strip steak but wasn't too expensive.

The hostess greeted us, and Quincy a little more friendlily than I liked, but we were seated fairly quickly, so I forgot it. After our drink orders were taken, we glanced at our menus. That's when I realized, "This is the first time we've sat down together for longer than it takes to get home."

"You're right." Quincy agreed.

"So Mr. Officer, who are you really?"

"That's detective, thank you very much."

"My apologies." I smiled

"Accepted. I come from a family of cops. I'm third generation and so is my younger brother. He's just a rookie traffic cop now, but it's in his blood."

"What does your mom do?"

"She used to be a nurse, believe it or not." Quincy laughed ruefully.

"She isn't anymore?"

"No, she died. A malignant tumor in her brain."

"I'm sorry."

"It has been three years, and I keep telling myself I'll get over it, but I just can't. It's awful watching someone deteriorate and there is nothing you can do." We were quiet for a moment.

"If you want to talk, I'm here to listen. Anytime."

"Thanks. That means a lot." He replied quietly taking my hand in his rubbing it lightly.

"What is your family like?"

"Well, I'm an only child-"

"I knew you were a spoiled brat."

"Hey I didn't interrupt, rude much?"

"Sorry, continue." Quincy nodded then chuckled, "Your highness."

I stuck my tongue out at him. Then I pretended not to note the hitch in his breathing.

"Believe it or not I'm the black sheep of the family."

Quincy choked on his wine. "Come again?" He laughed.

I gave him a dirty look. "You know what I mean."

"Mmhmm." He nodded, his blue eyes sparkling with laughter.

"Your family is into law enforcement, mine is into medicine. I was the first to break tradition."

Confusion wrinkled his brow. "But you are a nurse."

"Exactly. My mother and father, their parents and an uncle are all doctors. I scored well on the MCATs, but I like nursing. I love working face to face with my patients. Besides, I want to have a life."

"I guess you get a lot of drama in the emergency room after all."

"More like the sniffles and the occasional broken limb. The real thing isn't like the TV. show. I never understood how they got so many awards when they make so many mistakes. Although I have to admit, I'm hooked. Dr. Kovach is totally hot."

"Really?" Quincy furrowed his eyebrows. "I always thought Dr. Carter was a cutie."

"Yeah, he really did it for me when-" I stopped when Quincy burst out laughing.

"You take that crap seriously don't you?"

"I do. But it is the same with cops and any murder mystery shows, isn't it, detective?"

"I'll admit watching Cops and CSI. But I'd bet you cry if you don't get to see your shows."

"No, I just go and strangle an annoying neighbor."

"Ouch." Quincy rubbed his neck as if he could feel the wrathful grip of my hands. Then he turned and spied our entrees headed for us. "Ah, it looks like the waitress granted me a reprieve. Tell me," he asked as the waitress set our orders in front of us. "Do you get angry if you miss a T.V. show, or do you just ask someone to tell you about it?"

"It depends. If it is a show I don't care about, yeah, I'll have them tell me. But if the show is E.R., I get homicidal. I need my weekly Kovach fix."

I turned a smug smile to Quincy. "And wasn't Dr. Carter cute too?"

"Totally. Well, enjoy your meals." Tucking the tray under her arm, and left us to do so.

Without a word I started to cut my steak while Quincy grumbled about fanatical females.

When we left after I gave a really big tip to the waitress when Quincy wasn't looking, we headed for his SUV and ran into Brian Montgomery, Quincy's partner. Brian and his date, a bubbly giggling blonde twig were on their way into the restaurant.   

"Hey!" Quincy called. "Going to eat?"

I mentally cringed. 'Duh!' I thought. 'Why else go to a restaurant?'

But I guess guys forgive that kind of obvious statement because Brian just nodded and said, "Yeah, Sarah and I thought we'd get a bite then go hit the clubs." Brian smiled and looked over at me. "Whoa, Tia? Is that you?" He whistled. "Nice legs, girl! Who would've thought you had those under those shapeless scrubs you always wear."

I'm so glad I'm black and no one could see the blush that was burning my face. " You know what they say..."

"A lady on the street means a freak in the bed!" Brian finished laughing. Sara had another giggling fit. How annoying.

"No," I said slowly. "Actually I meant clothing doesn't make the person."

"Same diff. Anyway, we're going to eat. Are you going out or are you turning in? Its understandable at your advanced age to want to turn in?" Brian smiled evilly. "Although we young people are probably going to watch the sun rise."

"That sounds like a challenge." I said to Quincy. "Does that sound like a challenge to you?"

Quincy nodded gamely. "Yes, yes it does. They think we can't keep up."

"Well Brian, put your mouth where your feet are and pucker up. We accept. And as the challenged party, we decide what we do." I nodded at Quincy.

"And that is-" Brian asked.

"Salsa dancing." We replied in unison.

"Dancing? You sure? I mean we could do something more your speed. Like checkers."

"We're sure. Question is, are you?" Quincy demanded. "There's a club on California and Fourth. We'll meet you there."

I looked at Sara's feet. "You may want to change into sturdier shoes. I'm going to too."

Sara, ready for a feminine showdown just said, "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Quincy and I turned back towards his SUV.

"Hey!" Brian called as we got into the vehicle. "How will we find you?"




Quincy and Tia



"You'll see us." Quincy replied. Then he shut his door and started the engine.

"They're here." Quincy said into my ear as he pulled my backside to his front and did a little grind before spinning me away. I looked over to the entrance and glanced at Sara's feet.

"She hasn't changed shoes and she's new at this. I don't think she'll last the night."

"She could probably make it through a few songs."

"Wanna bet?" I challenged as we ball changed and went through a series of spins.

"I say she makes it through ten songs."

"Your are way too generous. I give her five songs. If that what's the prize?"

"Whatever the winner wants." His voice was a rumble wrapped in velvet.

"Within reason. I may decide I want your house."

"Agreed. Within reason. I already know what I want."

"Me too." As my butt was cradled again in his groin, I did an extra little shimmy before he turned me and melded our hips together again. 'At last.' I thought feeling the rock hard evidence of his desire against my leg. 'We have lift off.'

The fast song ended and a slow Rumba son came on. Brian and Sara took the floor dancing closely. "This song doesn't count." I grumbled.

"We never said anything about slow songs not counting, cheater."

"So I don't play fair. What are you going to do, spank me?" I teased, but was silenced quickly when a sharp slap landed on my left ass cheek.

"Cheaters never prosper."

"Says you. You're kinkier than I thought. I would never have suspected you."

"Anyone that has authority and carries handcuffs is kinky. A known fact."

"Perhaps you could debrief me on this subject in a more detailed manner when we get home."

"That can be arranged." He murmured, closing in for the kill. We were a hairs breath apart from kissing when we heard:

"Did you actually say 'debrief'? Dude, she so wants you."

Brian.

Curbing the urge to commit homicide then and there on the dance floor, I turned to the bothersome wretch. "Is there anything I can help you with? Like severe head trauma?" I demanded half jokingly. Okay, a quarter jokingly.

"Sara twisted her ankle. I need to take her home."

"Too bad, some other time then. Bye!"

"See you tomorrow then?" Brian smirked. "That is if she doesn't wear you out."

"What?" Quincy asked confused.

"Goodnight, Brian." I growled. He was like the annoying little brother everyone wishes their parents drowned at birth. Leering at us but wisely leaving us alone, Brian walked away.

"All right, Tia. You won the bet. What do you want?"

"I really want you, to be honest."

Quincy stopped dancing. "Lets get out of here." Taking my hand he led me out of the club. He didn't say anything. Once we arrived at his truck, I had to speak.

"Quincy, I'm sorry if I offended you. I thought-"

Quincy pushed me back against his car and kissed me deeply. His tongue surging into my mouth. I moaned and buried my hands into his thick silky hair. His hips ground into me, reminding me of the very big surprise he had there.

He must have felt that he had proven his point because with one hand he caressed my face; with the other he opened the car door and growled. "Get in."

With a whimper I half dove into the car wet and jittery with anticipation. There were no words on the way home. Right after we pulled into his driveway and parked, Quincy leaned over and swallowed my tongue.

"Yours or mine."

"What?" I asked dazed.

"Answer me, or I finish this here or now."

"Yours." I murmured. "Closer."

He unhooked my seat belt and the next thing I knew I was in his arms. The door banged open and then slammed shut behind us. Sudden deep ferocious barking filled my ears. Niju, Quincy's Shepard-Husky mix readied to pounce.

"Niju, break. Down." Lust seems to turn Quincy to barbarian mode because is voice dropped several decibels. Niju was quiet and laid down with a whine, his tail thumping.

Niju was a trained, but an inactive police dog. The perfect alarm system for a cop. Although, now that his master was home, he acted more like a huge puppy. "Stay." Quincy ordered over his shoulder as he carried me up the stairs to the back of the house and up the stairs to his bedroom.

Quincy put me down and shut the door, and leaned against it. "Now, my pretty. You are all mine."

Backing away, my own smile answering his. "You think so, do you?"

Quincy pulled handcuffs out of his back pocket. "Oh, yeah."

My heart did a flip-flop and my clit throbbed uncontrollably. A moan escaped my throat, "You aren't playing fair."

"When there is something I want I never do. Come here."

Slowly and anxiously I walked to Quincy. When I was within reach, he grabbed my wrist spun me around and pressed against my ass.

"You have the right to remain silent. Or you may moan as loud as you wish." He rasped in my ear, taking my wrists and handcuffing them behind me caressing up my arms he kissed my neck. "Feel free to scream as there is no one around to hear you."

"What about old Mr. Wayne across the street?"

"He's asleep by now and his hearing aid isn't in. Nope, I have you all to myself."

My skirt was the first thing to go, my lacy underwear with it. Quincy kneeled and rubbed his cheek against each of my ass cheeks, nibbling gently. He turned me then buried his head between my legs when his tongue touched my clit, two things happened. I yelped and my knees buckled. He caught me and eased me onto the bed lifting my legs onto his shoulders, his chest rumbled with masculine amusement. As he burrowed with his tongue, seeking my warm gooey center.

In the middle of all of this ecstasy I thought how wonderful it was that I'd waxed earlier this week, only a slight tuft on my mons. Although the second his tongue began suction all thought was lost. And so was I.

Mewling like a kitten, clawing his bed under me like a cat my head thrown back eyes closed I must have been a sight. Quincy with his perfect mouth and clever tongue brought me to climax twice before he raised his head and licked his lips.

I pounced, as well as one could with my arms cuffed behind me. He allowed me to tumble him onto his back. With a little difficulty I got his belt open. Just using one's mouth and teeth does make disrobing tricky. Unbuttoning and unzipping his pants was infinitely easier. Quincy raised his hips when I grasped the band of his black boxer-briefs in my teeth and yanked downward. His cock sprang up to meet me, the extent of his excitement oozed from the tip.

I showed Quincy my teeth in a hungry smile. Then I lowered my head softly kissing the tip before licking down the long, thick shaft. This was defiantly a two handed job, but they were securely restrained behind me. I took as much of the head into my mouth suckling gently, carefully avoiding my teeth.

"Tia," Quincy moaned.

"Mmmmhmm?" I purred, vibrating all along his cock.

All he could do is groan. I began to suckle in earnest. Then I took a deep breath and went all the way down. With a strangled cry, Quincy pulled my head up by my hair. I kept the suction going until the tip popped out of my mouth.

Now it was my turn to lick my lips.

Quincy growled and I was on my back again. I raised my hips as he thrust in. I gasped at the sudden fullness. He held still giving my body a chance to adjust, or to keep himself from coming. I started undulating against him, impaling myself taking my pleasure.

Quincy growled again and latched his teeth around my throat slowing my movement. He took control of our pace, holding my neck firmly but allowing me to breathe. Half moaning half grunting, I met his thrusts wrapping my legs around his hips. His hands pushed my shirt and bra out of the way. Squeezing both nipples as his ass clenched further pushing his cock deeply inside. Quincy yelled as he released inside me. He pulsed several times causing my back to arch and my moans got louder as I came.

It was awhile before either of us moved. We stared at each other silently, sated eyes half closed. While still semi hard and inside me, Quincy started to doze.

Brushing the damp hair from his eyes, I whispered, "That was-...Oh, Shit!"

"What?!" Quincy demanded startled and dazed.

"Did you remember a condom?"

Pause.

"Oh shit!"

*****

"You should know better! You're a nurse for crying out loud!" Anna chastised. We were sitting in the community spa after out weights workout.

"I know!" I moaned. I covered my face with my hands. "I can't believe I forgot either. But-"

"It felt so unbelievingly good that you forgot everything including your name but managed to repeat his over and over."

"Oh, yeah."

"That's how it was with Warren. I get to be maid of honor by the way."

" I don't even know if he'll speak to me again. We were both pretty freaked. And I practically ran out the door." I said miserably shaking my head. "I am such a coward."

"He'll speak to you again. If nothing else to find out how you've been."

"One of those boy scout types. That's Quincy." At this Anna burst out laughing. "What?" I demanded.

"Aren't Boy scouts always prepared?" Anna pointed out.

"Wha-" I started. "Oh." As it sank in, I smiled and splashed her.

"Okay." Anna stood, water sliding down her body. "I've go to go home. Warren and I are taking dance lessons downtown."

"Really?" I raised a brow.

"Yeah, I know. But you've inspired us. Besides, if you won't go with us to miniature golf, we'll have to go dancing with you."

"Well I look forward to it. Whether or not Quincy's with us." After Anna left I hit the streets patrolling for potential prey.

Hours later with nothing to show for it, I headed home. Quincy was waiting for me on my porch. 'Oh boy.' I thought heart pounding. I parked in the driveway and took my time getting my purse and workout bag. Quincy waited patiently while I slowly turned and started for the front door.

"Hello, Tia." Quincy rumbled. "We need to talk."

"Quincy," I acknowledged breezily. "About what?" I unlocked my door.

"You know about what. Last night."

"I had a lot of fun. We both did, thanks. Goodnight." I started to go inside. Quincy grabbed my arm, pulling me toward him.

"We don't have to talk." His voice raspy, half closed lust filled dark blue eyes causing my body to feel hot. His body was molten, literally and physically, not to mention an impressive erection. I lost all thought. Did I forget his skilled tongue? Lips that defy description or that scratchy five o'clock shadow that drives me wild? Well if I didn't say, it is because he was using all of these things at once, which had me climbing his body. Or he was climbing mine. Well, something was trying to climb me. I froze, like you do when you wait for whatever happened to happen again before you freak. It did, and I screamed.

"What?!-" Quincy yelled, breaking away ready to attack. He looked down and laughed.

"It is only Isis." He bent down to pick her up and she purred loudly. Isis rubbed her head under his chin.

'Sure, she purrs for him and scratches me.' I thought darkly. 'I wonder if Niju would eat cat tar-tar.' I smiled evilly and picked up my purse and went inside.

"This isn't over, Tia." Quincy called after me. And followed me into the house carrying Isis. "You can't run away."

"Can't I? The sex was great. Can't we leave it at that?"

"It was more than sex and you know it. We connected. I've waited my whole life for you. My other half."

"Please don't go all tapioca on me. Look, I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't need to be rescued. I'm not pregnant or anything."

"Not that it will change my mind either way, but how can you be sure that you are not?"

"I know my body. Besides, even if I were," I paused. "Pregnant, I can take care of myself."

"My woman will do no such thing. I provide for my family!" He growled. Did I mention I love that barbarian stuff? Totally gets me hot on a sexual level. But my brain was making my mouth say: "I am not your woman, Quincy. And last time I checked, it was the twenty-first century, so you can stop the chest beating. I do not need or want a man to tell me what to do. Now this conversation is over. Please leave."

Carefully Quincy put Isis on the floor. "I will leave for now," He started quietly. "But this conversation is far from over." He turned to leave.

"Quincy," I called a little embarrassed now. "I think I forgot my underwear at your place."

Quincy shook his head. "They belong to me now." He opened the door and turned one last time to glare at me with utter masculine possession. "And so do you."

***

Sighing, Quincy leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes roughly. He'd been staring at crime scene photos for hours. But all he could focus on was: Tia. When she eased his pants down with her teeth and licked her lips when he pulled her away... But it was her expression when they became one: bliss. Quincy groaned.

"Hey, get a room. And a girl." Brian peaked over the wall of the cubicle. "Any connection on the vics yet? I've got nothin'."

"No, all have different backgrounds, jobs and physical appearance. The only thing I can see that's the same: they're all men."

"Same here. I need a break. Come on, let's get some food."

Down the street at their favorite dinner, in a booth with plates piled high with greasy foods. Quincy periodically looked over his file.

"We're missing something." He muttered. "But what?"

"How bout relaxing your mind? We need to take a giant step back form this case. We're too close which is why we don't see the big picture."

Quincy looked up. "That would sound so much profound if you didn't have greasy lips and mayo dripping down your chin." He sighed. "There has to be a connection. I refuse to believe these are random attacks."

"Fine. We'll play your way." Brian grumbled wiping his mouth. "All locations were different. Time, hey, what times did these guys kick it?"

Quincy flipped through the file. "The times differ, but seems to be between midnight and three am on Friday. All of them were killed on a Friday!"

"Alright!" Brian yelled his mouth full. "Now were getting somewhere!"

"Although the method changes. Our guy started by shooting, then stabbed a couple. Now, strangling."

"He's evolving. Enjoying the kill. It's only a matter of time before he moves on to women or children. We have to get this asshole."

"There haven't been any murders in a few weeks. Do you think he left the area, or knows that we're looking for him?

"Maybe. Or maybe he just hasn't picked out a target yet."

"We need to get back to the station and dig deeper on these victims. There has to be a reason for these men to have been attacked. There must be another connection."

"Speaking of connections, how's Tia? It's been days since you've mentioned her."

"She's being stubborn."

"I find cheesy poetry and a chick flick pave the way. Worked on Veronica."

"Wait. What happened to Sara?"

Brian waved his hand dismissively." She was forever ago, keep up. But seriously, what's going on? You've been carrying a torch for her for a while. Now you finally start dating, then nothing. What gives?"

"She doesn't want to see me."

"What did you do?"

Quincy made a face. "We made love."

"Tell me you took care of her. You weren't a jack rabbit were you?"

"No!" Quincy roared. Then quieter, as everyone in the diner turned, "No! It was nothing like that. I-uh- we forgot a condom."

"What?!"

"Would you keep it down?"

"How could you be so stupid?! Is she-?"

"She swears she's not. Claims 'she knows her body'. But she won't talk to me because she thinks I want to control her."

"Do you?"

"No. I just don't want my woman to have to fend for herself."

"Were you absent that day of sensitivity training? Women are fierce and independent creatures. And, I'll say it, especially black women. You've wounded her pride by saying she can't take care of herself. You have to apologize. Take a gift. Food is good. If she charges it'll distract her while you get away."

"Thank you Dr. Phil." Quincy droned.

"Truly, you do need to apologize the sooner the better. The longer you wait, the angrier she'll get."

"Why would she get angry?"

"By not going after her, she'll think that you don't care. The longer you wait the more she'll think you really believe that she can't make it on your own. She can make it on her own. I suggest sending flowers to her work now, and meeting her for dinner. Tonight."

"I can't tonight I've got to get started researching the habits of the victims."

"I'll do that. You need to fix your love life."

"Thanks partner."

"Hey, what are we for?"

*****

"Tia Love?"

I looked around to see disembodied hands holding a vase full of yellow and orange tulips with white roses. "What the?"

"Wow, Tia. They're beautiful!"

"Sign here." The courier shoved a clipboard in my hands. I scribbled my name really quick. Before I could even ask, who sent them, he was gone. "What, do they higher ghosts now?" I mumbled to myself. I pulled the white envelope out of the plastic holder.

'Tia, I'm sorry.

Quincy' 

"Who are they from, Tia?" Several nurses paused or looked up from charting, curious glances, and jealous glares scattered about.

"Quincy." In a word, I was shocked.

"Okay, give her space people. Jane, vitals on curtain nine. Lara, eleven wants water. Kate, 3 can go home. The rest of you find something to do." Soon the others pulled back and Anna and I were relatively alone. "Are you alright?"

"No."

"Do you need a break?"

"No, I'll be fine. I will just soak this in for-"

"Tia, telephone! Line four!"

"Ten seconds." I finished. I picked up my phone and hit the blinking light.

"This is Tia."

"Tia, its Quincy." Oh how I have missed his deep voice. "I know you're busy so I'll make this short. I need to see you. How 'bout dinner? My treat."

"Quincy, I-"

"I'm sorry I hurt you before. I didn't mean to stomp on your pride of course you can take care of yourself. And you do it very well. Uh, taking good care of yourself, I mean. Not anything bad, like sex. No! You were very good-"

"Quincy, I'm pregnant." I interrupted then rushed on, "I took a hospital pregnancy test when I didn't start my period last week. I'm never late, not ever. That's why I took the test, and- and-"

"You're-" pause, "pregnant?"

"Yes," I sighed. It seemed crazy, but all I could think about was how it would affect my hunting. "I know we need to talk, but I'll be working really late tonight and I'm already beat."

"Can anyone else take the hours? You need your rest. Especially now."

"I'm the only one. Later this weekend?"

"You- you won't do anything drastic will you?"

"No, Quincy. I won't."

"No offense Tia, I just-. I know it's your body, but I was taught that to terminate, is wrong."

"I'll talk to you later, Quincy." I hung up and met Anna's concerned eyes. "Well, he knows now."

"Go home, I'll finish your shift."

"I can't go home. I'll have nothing to do and Quincy will be waiting to talk. I'm not ready yet."

"That wasn't a request, Tia. Go home. You said you're beat and at your present set of mind you're useless to me. He's as confused as you are. Talk to him. Cry with him, whatever, but be with him."

"Anna, I-" I smiled. "You've parked so far away. I know you did because I had a hard time finding one and I came in earlier."

"Don't worry about me, I'm a big girl."

"It is dangerous outside at night. You have mace, right?"

"Tia, go! Go to Quincy! I'll be fine."

"Well here." I handed her my mace. "Now you keep that in your hand in the sleeve of your coat. And remember your keys are your claws."

"You sound like you expect me to be attacked."

"We live in L.A. Of course I expect it. It's the best way to avoid it. See 'ya Anna."

Anna hugged me before shooing me off. "Goodbye, Tia."




Quincy and Tia



*****

Funny. When you're going somewhere you don't want to go, it takes absolutely no time to get there. As I pulled into my driveway, I glanced over at Quincy's house and sighed. Before I trudged up to his door, I put my car in the garage and fed Isis.

When he didn't answer the door right away, I smiled thinking maybe he picked up another shift. That hope crashed and burned when the door opened cautiously a moment later.

He stood there, all wet and glisteny from a shower with only a towel around his waist. Muscles danced under his supple and smooth skin. Then my eyes spied a drop of water sliding down over his chest before bumping over his washboard abs to the towel.

"Tia, I thought..." He stopped when he met my intense stare.

I pounced.

It was sometime later before our breathing slowed and we were able to move. I smiled lazily and turned my head toward him. "Thank you for the flowers. They are beautiful."

He chuckled. "If this is how you thank me, you'll get flowers everyday for the rest of your life." He kissed my shoulder. "We need to get up."

"Why? I'm comfy." I snuggled my backside to his groin. When he twitched, I squealed. Quincy moaned and tightened his arms to hold me still. "I need to let Niju in. And the front door is wide open. I've seen old man Wayne's curtains flutter twice. I think he has binoculars." He looked up again. "Sorry. A telescope."

That had me scrambling for clothes and cover.

A much calmer Quincy reached for his towel and tied it around his waist as he shut the front door and secured it.

"Can I use your shower?"

"Go ahead." He nodded toward the stairs and went towards the kitchen and I climbed the stairs for the bathroom. The warm spray relaxed my tired muscles. Quincy had one of those body showerheads that sprayed from nine different angles. I grunted and moaned as it soothed kinks I gained today from work and more recently with Quincy.

"Ooh, you started without me." Rock solid arms caught me before I fell from spinning so suddenly. "You don't have to scream! I'm the only other person here."

"Well you didn't have to sneak up on me! I could have killed you!" I smacked at his shoulders.

"Really? Perhaps I should to more careful. I wouldn't want to anger your fists of fury again. I came to ask you something, but now that I'm here, I can't remember what it was."

"Try." I growled fixing my shower cap.

"I should have brought flowers." Quincy grumbled. "Could you turn around? I can't concentrate with you looking at me all expectant." I sighed and turned.

"Oh hell." He muttered. Then I felt his lips at the back of my neck and his hands slid down my back to cup my ass.

"Quincy, focus."

"I am." His chest rubbed firmly against my back, his hips cradled mine. Fingertips ran from my ass up and around my nipples.

"On what you were going to ask me not fucking me."

"Can't I do both?"

"No. Men can't multitask. A known fact. Was what you were going to ask me important?"

"Mmmm." He hummed as he thought. "Nope."

"In that case, you may continue." And with much enthusiasm, he did. The water was long cold by the time we hauled our wrinkly butts out of the shower and dried off.

Dressed in one of Quincy's hooded sweatshirts I followed him downstairs to the kitchen. Niju greeted me suspiciously as I smelled like a stranger and a cat. Although now that I was liberally coated with Quincy's scent, I was granted access. He licked my hand and went to his food dish. Dismissed, I sat down at his table while Quincy rummaged through his refrigerator.

"If I didn't already know I was pregnant, tonight would have clinched it."

He froze. "Why are you making jokes? This is serious."

"Which is exactly why. Do you have any idea how drastically this baby will change our lives?! I mean both of us work nights!"

"We'll get through this, Tia. I'll be here for anything you need."

"Thanks Quincy. I don't trust easily."

"No!?!"

Oh, the sarcasm.

"But-" I glared. "I believe you. Just don't think you can get out of any early morning feedings."

"So you've decided to keep it?"

"Yeah." I mumbled, feeling my face heat and again I thanked my blush blocking skin. "I wouldn't want you to feel like I destroyed your chance at being a father. And I don't suppose it would be so bad having a rug ratrrgf!" The definition of a strangulating bear hug: Quincy happy. "Crush me and no baby."

"I can't help it! I'm excited."

"That'll change. Give it a few more months. You'll be sick of the baby and me."

"Never." Quincy walked over to my chair, kneeled and took my hand. "I wasn't joking when I said I'd take care of my family. I want you to be my family. You and my baby."

"You don't even know me." I tried to pull my hand away, but he held on fast. "You don't know what it is to be me."

"Well I know I'll try. Granted I'm probably never going to understand everything with the cultural differences."

"I'm not talking about white and black."

"Then what? Our backgrounds aren't that different. Not horribly so."

"I would scare you if I told you everything."



'Go ahead. Tell him you hunt down and kill men.'



'Kill rapists.'



'Same thing. You really think he cares about the reason? You're a murderer. Ever wonder if they'd bring the chair back for you? Maybe I should check the classifieds for another host.'



'Why wait? Get out now and leave me alone. I have enough to deal with without adding hearing voices to the list.'

"Tia? Are you listening to me?"

"Sorry. What did you say?"

"I asked you to marry me."



'Well I didn't have too far to look. Say hello to my new host.'

"Quincy, didn't you hear anything I said? We don't know each other. We aren't compatible. Sex isn't everything."

"I know that." He interrupted. "We don't talk about it now, but you give it some thought. Now what would you like to eat? I've got the stuff to make spaghetti."

"That's fine, but don't change the subject."

"What's your favorite color and song?" He started cooking the ground beef.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting to know you. My favorite color is green and I like the new Fall Out Boy song." Adding the sauce to the meat.

"Red and Rhianna's new one. Toothpaste."

"Crest. You?"

"Colgate." I smiled. "That proves my point, incompatible. Atheist."

"Idiosanct. Born of Catholics, Roman Catholics."

"You're kidding. You do realize I won't raise my kid Catholic. And your dad will kill you for it after they resurrect you from killing you earlier for dating me."

"He'll love you." He added the pasta to the boiling water.

"Famous last words. Are you insured? Just in case."

"Buried."

"Cremated."

"Organ donor." We said in unison.

"Ah, ha!" Quincy laughed triumphantly. "Some things are more important than others."

"Dove milk chocolate."

"Oreos."

"Apparently." I murmured dryly.

Quincy spun around. "Tia!" He gasped.

"What?! You said it. Freak!"

"That mouth of yours. It will get you into trouble."

"You love it. How many people can remove a belt, pants, and underwear with just their teeth?"

"So you have a talented mouth, and other talented things. But I can obviously do something better than you." Quincy stalked slowly towards me; leaning in, close enough to kiss.

"And what would that be?" I asked softly, relishing his closeness.

"Cook." He whispered smugly. Then he turned back to the stove. "I mean who else could burn, I'm sorry, char something they were just heating up? I feel I was falsely accused of distraction. The charring of those veggies started long before I came to the door."

"And?" I watched him strain the pasta over the sink.

"I want my name cleared of all counts of second degree food charring and first degree distraction."

"Ah, but you were distracting me. I was thinking of you. Why we hadn't moved forward, if you liked me? If you did why the hell the gentleman charade and if we would ever have sex? And when, oh and what position-?"

"I see. So council maintains that my absence physically is still my fault mentally?" Making two heaping plates spaghetti he set them on the table.

"That is correct."

"I object!"

"Council will retract that objection if he wants me to stay the night."

"I retract my objection." He parroted dutifully.

"Mmmhmm." I nodded. I started cutting my spaghetti when I heard a loud slurp. Looking up I watched in horror as Quincy slurped another noodle. Feeling my disapproving gaze, his eyes rolled up to mine. I raised an eyebrow.

"Slurping is good luck."

"Says who?" I demanded.

"The Chinese. You know, they who invented noodles."

"Its' like living with a three year old." I told the ceiling.

"Which you will be in a few years so consider me practice." Quincy added slurping another noodle.



'I can hardly wait.' I thought sarcastically.

Later that night, after another bout of energetic sex, my head dropped exhaustedly on his shoulder. "Quincy how's that case you're working on?"

"Dead end. He hasn't made a move in weeks. He might have moved on. Or he could be stalking a possible target."

"How do you know it's a he?"

"Tia." He chuckled. "No woman could do what he's done. Bloody, violent and senseless."

"Hey Quincy it's the twenty-first century calling. This world is full of women who body build, wrestle, do martial arts. Some could kick your butt without thinking of it. The rest, if you piss them off."

"Please. I know women do things that men do, just as well as they but what woman could or would?"

"Perhaps there is a reason."

"What reason? I'm bored let's kill someone? Women don't kill without serious mental issues. They'd kill once for their life or children but not just because."

"Why? There are so many unsolved cases out there. Who knows how many of them were committed by women?"

"You're taking this equality thing a little far, don't you think?"

"I'm not saying women are equal. Just better at it."

"Funny."

"I'm just saying don't close your eyes to possible suspect just because of gender."

"Why are you so sure the killer is a female?"

"Intuition."

"Here we go."

"Make fun all you want, but in the end, when you catch her listen when she tells you

why."



'You want him to catch you? Why not just tell him the truth now?'



'It isn't time.'



'You want him to catch you in the act. He'll shoot you.'



'I know.'



'Ah, going for the dramatic dying-with-I-love-you-on-your-bloody-lips-Old-

Yeller-ending.'



'Something like that.'

"I suppose I should be pleased that you think I'll get this asshole."

"You are a wonderful cop, Quincy. Never forget that. Now go to sleep."

"Can't. All that praise went to my head."

I looked down. "I see." I reached for him. "I'll see what I can do." Ducking under the covers, I did.

It was the middle of the night when my cell phone rang. Half asleep, I clawed to the edge of the bed to the nightstand where I'd laid it. "Hello?" I asked groggily.

"Tia? It's Morgan. Is Anna with you?"



'It would be interesting if she were.' "No." I said a bit more alert. I glanced at the alarm clock next to Quincy. "She took some extra hours for me, but she should be home by now."

"She called me before she left the hospital, but that was hours ago. Tia, we only live ten minutes from the hospital."

"Okay, stay there in case she calls or comes home. I'll call the police and go by the hospital. Maybe several traumas came in at once and she got distracted. She probably crashed in the supply closet."

Debating whether or not to wake Quincy, I crept downstairs to collect my clothes. My cell phone rang again. "Morgan, did she-"

Heavy breathing on the line.

"Morgan?" I just knew it wasn't him. Apprehension caused my nape hairs to stand on end.

"She shouldn't have interfered. I wanted you." A sterile voice informed me cold dread raced up and down my spine. "Who are you?"

He ignored me. "She tried to fight me. But I know she wanted it. The little whore. She wasn't as good as I know you'll be. She cried."

Impotent rage filled me. "You bastard! If you hurt her-?! Let me talk to her!"

"I'm sorry, Tia. Anna can't speak to you anymore." He hung up.

I choked back bile and tears and angrily checked the phone number.

It was Anna's cellular.

The rest of the night was a blur. I ran screaming for Quincy who jumped out of bed instantly alert. Quickly I told him what had happened. He threw on clothes and called his precinct to relay the situation.

Then we went to the hospital, Quincy driving, I was too fearful to try. His words repeated in my head. 'He wanted me. Anna couldn't talk to me anymore. This sick bastard was after me, not Anna. But he hurt her. Maybe-...' Tears threatened, but I wouldn't let them fall. 'Anna was all right. Some jerk stole her purse and pranked me. She's fine.' I thought.

Six hours later, I knew the truth: Anna wasn't fine. She would never be fine again.

The cops found her body in one of the dumpsters behind the hospital. If I'd known what I would see, I never would have gone outside. I've seen death before. Violent mutilation wasn't new either. But the knowledge that the gouged heap of flesh had been my beautiful vivacious loving friend not ten hours previous had me vomiting up Quincy's spaghetti. He pulled me back from the scene so I did not ruin any evidence.

"He- he..." I trailed off when I could speak. The bastard had removed everything that made Anna female. Quincy hugged me fiercely as if trying to protect me from my thoughts. "How could he do this and get away? People are always around!"

"He grabbed her, Tia. He took her somewhere else and did this. He just dumped her here."

"Why?!" I demanded. Such a small word for infinite questions. None of which I had an answer. Except, he wanted me.

The coroners were preparing to move the body, there was no way for me to think of it Anna, when Morgan arrived. He bulldozed his way through the officers' barriers. One tried to stop him and put their hand on Morgan's arm. Morgan promptly turned and laid the cop out cold with a single punch. As unprepared as I was for seeing Anna lifeless on a pile of garbage like an unwanted toy, nothing could have prepared me for Morgan's grief.

He made a sound that could only be described as keeling. A long, loud horrible wail. He scooped Anna's body up into his arms and sobbed uncontrollably. It was painful to watch. It was so tangible. No one approached him, afraid of his wrath. They did manage to keep the curious masses and television crews so far back that they would not be able to exploit his sorrow.

The tears I'd kept at bay earlier fell fiercely while I witnessed him I thought, 'this is all my fault.'



Quincy: Hook, Line and Sinker



This story has been written specially for a friend, they know who they are.

Quincy 2 Hook Line and Sinker

Quincy smiled affectionately at the younger man as they re-checked the equipment necessary to go fishing. They would be spending the next couple of days together, camping under the stars at night and fishing in the large tranquil lake by day. Quincy remembered Astin's words. //A couple of days where you and Sam can relax and experience some male bonding, Quincy. It'll benefit you and the department.// As the words replayed in his mind a part of his anatomy with a mind of its own signalled interest in bonding of an entirely different nature. Quincy refocused on the fishing gear to avoid embarrassing himself in front of the handsome dark haired man in his company. The last thing he needed was to ruin a good friendship.

"This is so great, Quince," Sam enthused as he settled in the boat. He turned to smile at the older man who navigated the small motor boat out to the centre of the lake. "Two days of rest and relaxation. No bodies, no hassles and no Astin. Just you and me. Great."

"Glad you're happy, Sam," Quincy replied.

"How could I not be," the younger man said grinning.

Time passed slowly and pleasantly, each man comfortable in the presence of the other, neither feeling it necessary to disturb the peace with empty words. Quincy had been successful with a couple of catches, but Sam was still to land his first fish. A sharp tug on his line had him standing to call excitedly: "I've got one, Quince." He began to reel in, struggling with what appeared to be a large and frantic fish.

Neither man could later say exactly what happened next, only the consequences. One minute Sam was reeling in his catch, the next he was in the lake, Quincy having heard the dull thud as Sam's skull impacted with the hull of the boat. Quincy wasted no time. Although the air temperature was ambient, the lake would be freezing. Sam's life preserver kept him afloat and Quincy moved fast to haul the dazed young man back into the boat. He checked the lump and the dazed eyes as he wrapped a blanket around his soaked friend before setting back to their camp. He assisted Sam from the boat and towards their tent. He felt the uncontrollable shivers. With economy of movement, Quincy stripped the pliant man down to figure-hugging black boxers and then ushered him into the tent and into a sleeping back.

"S... so c...cold, Quincy," Sam managed around chattering teeth. Quincy noted Sam's eyes were still a little glazed and that his friend was shaking badly. Quincy frowned as he contemplated his next move. With a shrug and a look of determination, he unzipped the single bag, zipping it to his to make it double and stripped to his own shorts. He then slid in beside Sam and drew the shivering body to his.

As the minutes passed with only the sounds of Sam's breathing to break the silence, the bone-deep cold he had felt began to ebb. As it did, heat of another nature began to flow in tandem with the slow warming of his body temperature. Sam could smell the clean, male scent of his friend and mentor. Quincy's lightly haired chest pressed against his own smooth body, the hairs feeling strangely arousing against his heating skin. He could feel Quincy's hands move reassuringly against his back, moving in slow circles. He felt safe and comfortable and realized that he had also become aroused. Not wanting Quincy to be embarrassed by his treacherous body, Sam tried to shift. As he did, the hardness between his thighs pressed against an answering bulge at Quincy's groin. As they brushed against each other, Sam gasped and realized he hadn't been listening to Quincy's words.

"Soon be warm, baby. So sorry you got hurt. I'll take care of you, baby."

In his turn, Quincy didn't realize that he soothing litany of reassurances had become peppered with endearments. He was aware that having Sam as good as naked in his arms was causing wayward flesh to begin to react. As he felt Sam shift, Quincy did the same trying to avoid embarrassing his younger friend. As he did, his hardened shaft brushed against a matching hardness and he heard Sam gasp. Quincy allowed them a little space to look at each other, but did not relinquish his hold on the slender body. He gazed steadily into shocked chocolate depths.

"Quincy?" Sam asked shakily.

"Sam," Quincy breathed huskily. He watched with mounting arousal as the tip of a moist pink tongue slipped from between suddenly dry lips. Unable to resist, Quincy moved slowly, giving the young man time to stop him or voice his dissent. Slowly, lightly, Quincy's lips brushed against Sam's and pulled back. Hearing the muted whimper at the loss of the gossamer-light touch, Quincy leant forward again. This time he pressed more firmly, pulling on Sam's lower lip as he broke the kiss.

"You sure you want this, Sam?" he asked roughly. "You want me?"

"Yes," came the whispered reply. "I just never thought ..." the rest of his hesitant words were stopped by Quincy's lips once again covering his. This time a moist muscle lapped at the seam of Sam's lips. Sam moaned softly and as he did, Quincy's tongue slid effortlessly inside. The tongue moved leisurely, mapping every nuance of Sam's mouth. As the kiss ended, Sam panted wetly through kiss-swollen lips. Quincy moved his hands to explore the contours of Sam's smooth chest. He opened the sleeping bags to be able to see the skin he touched. The new found freedom also allowed his mouth to follow the trail of his hands. He suckled at one sweet cinnamon nub whilst his fingers rolled the other pebbled teat. He felt strong hands hold him to Sam's beast as the younger man arched upwards offering more of his body to Quincy's caresses. His mouth slid over smooth skin to suck and nip at the nub that had been bereft of his mouth and Quincy relished the cries of pleasure that spilt from Sam's lips. Soft moans and erotic writhing accompanied Quincy's tongue sailing southerly down smooth, dark skin.

"Want to see you, Sam," Quincy growled. "Want to see all of you."

"Please," came the whispered acquiescence.

Quincy moved his hands to the snug shorts and as Sam lifted his hips, Quincy removed the cloth barrier that stood between his burning gaze and his lover's nudity. He looked with awe and admiration at the slender toned body. His eyes widened in surprise at they took in Sam's groin. He ran a hand lightly around the hairless skin from where a hard, slender rod jutted proudly.

"You shave here?" Quincy gasped, the lack of hair proving incredibly arousing.

"Wax. I like to feel clean." Sam said blushing adorably.

"I want to taste you, baby," Quincy growled. "Can I put my mouth on you?" At the nod Quincy's tongue lapped at the smooth flesh of Sam's groin, lapping up the pre-come that glittered so enticingly. He then laved the shaft from root to tip, sucking lightly on the engorged head. He licked his way down to the velvety sac and then back up to the head. Quincy hummed as he took all of the aroused flesh into his mouth, holding Sam's hips firmly to prevent him bucking as the smaller man thrashed below him.

Sam screamed Quincy's name as his erection was enveloped in hot wet suction. He was incredibly aroused and on the verge of coming already. Heat spiralled from low in his stomach to radiate outwards. Wave upon wave of pleasure rolled over him as his climax roared through his body. Quincy's mouth was expertly milking him of all he could provide and as he came down from his high, he closed his eyes to float in a sea of bliss.

Quincy could feel how close to the edge Sam was. He decided to bring the young man to pleasure quickly so that they could then explore each other more leisurely. Purposely enveloping all of Sam as he hummed, as he encouraged Sam to release. Pulse after pulse of Sam's essence poured into his mouth. He suckled insistently, ensuring he milked Sam dry, relishing the salty-sweet taste of his lover.

"Quincy," Sam murmured and Quincy enveloped the slender body to cradle Sam to his broader chest. "Love you," came the barely there whisper and Quincy tightened his hold.

"Love you, too," he replied, nuzzling into the soft dark hair.

"You do?" Sam asked. Hope, love and apprehension flickered across the expressive orbs.

"I have for a while, but you were always out of my reach; a young, intelligent, attractive young man wouldn't look twice at an old guy like me."

"Not so old," Sam smiled, nuzzling into his lover's chest and toying with the wiry hair. "When I did go out on dates I wondered what it would be like to be out with you. Can we ...would you...would you make love to me?" he asked hesitantly.

"Have you done this before, Sam?" Quincy asked seriously. "Made love with a man?"

Sam shook his head, buying his face in the juncture of Quincy's neck and shoulder.

"Are you sure you want this, Sam?" Quincy asked again, pulling Sam to look at him.

"I'm sure, Quincy. There's no-one I'd rather do this with than you."

Quincy stood and removed his own shorts, allowing the younger man to see his naked body and the evidence of his desire. He fought the urge to preen as he saw Sam's eyes widen in appreciation and darken in arousal. He turned and retrieved lotion from his bag.

"I don't have lube," Quincy explained. "I don't have condoms either, do you?"

"We have to be clean in work," Sam said. "You know I am and I know you wouldn't risk anyone's health. It's you I want to feel inside me."

Quincy's shaft throbbed, aching to be buried deep in the beautiful young man.

"It may hurt a little, Sam," Quincy warned. "But it will be worth it if you persevere."

He pushed Sam's legs apart, fully exposing the smaller man to his predatorily gaze. His eyes were mesmerized by the small dark portal to Sam's body. "Just one finger, baby," he said huskily. He teased around the puckered opening, allowing Sam to be comfortable with the intimate caress and then slid the single digit inside. The muscle was very resilient and Quincy's finger was gripped tightly in searing heat. "Relax, love," Quincy crooned. As the grip lessened, Quincy moved his finger in and out, in and out, getting Sam accustomed to the sensations. He inserted a second finger to begin the stretching process. "Let me in, baby," he soothed. His free hand moved to stroke Sam's wilting flesh. As he caressed Sam back to full arousal, he scissored his fingers in Sam's body. He saw the flicker of discomfort on Sam's face as three fingers crowded his slender passage. Quincy felt Sam relax as he took the smaller man into his mouth, using tongue and teeth to taste and tease the aroused shaft. As he continued to work his fingers in his lover, he was pleased to feel Sam start to grind down on the welcome invaders and moan with pleasure not discomfort.

Sam had never felt anything like it. The uncomfortable burning was now a pleasurable tingle. The pressure was now a welcoming feeling of fullness. His shaft was enveloped in wet heat and he could not stop his body pushing down on the fingers and then up into Quincy's mouth. He screamed as Quincy's fingers found his prostrate and began to rub the sweet spot over and over.

"Now, Quincy," he begged. "Take me now."

Quincy removed his fingers to a whine of distress at the void they left. The whine tuned into a mewl as Quincy draped Sam's legs over his shoulders and pressed the engorged head of his sex at Sam's loosened opening. Carefully, Quincy eased inside. His flesh slowly enveloped in velvet heat. Sam was incredibly tight and Quincy gritted his teeth against the pressure surrounding his arousal. As he was finally fully embedded in the smaller body, Quincy held still listening to Sam's gasps as the younger man accepted Quincy's length and girth. A slight hitch of the hips was the only encouragement Quincy needed. He undulated his hips until he elicited a pleasured gasp. Ensuring he continued to rub Sam's hidden jewel, Quincy began to thrust shallowly, slowly building to hard deep thrusts into Sam's molten depths. Knowing he wouldn't be able to last much longer, Quincy reached between their bodies and began to fist Sam in time with his thrusts.

Sam felt pleasure begin to unspool in his body. Quincy was over him, around him, inside him and it was the most complete Sam had ever felt in his life. Quincy's hand pulling on his throbbing length and Quincy's shaft rubbing effortlessly over his prostrate were making it impossible to resist the pull of imminent orgasm. He dimly registered that the incoherent cries of pleasure spilt from his lips as lights began to dance before his eyes.

For a few seconds, time seemed to be suspended as each man gazed into the eyes of his lover. Then Sam's back arched and his body convulsed in concert with a primal scream of Quincy's name. The most intense climax he had ever experienced wracked his body and Sam was sure he could feel pleasure at cell level. His seed flowed in a pearlescent arc to anoint their bodies and his hands clutched at Quincy's shoulders in an effort to anchor himself in the maelstrom of sensation.

Quincy lost the ability to think as Sam's climax erupted. The almost unendurable heat that had been building in his own groin seemed to suddenly ignite into a roaring blaze of passion. His orgasm was wrenched from him as Sam's channel clenched with almost brutal intensity around him. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. His seed pulsed deep into Sam's willing body, his own body trembling and shaking in his release.

Quincy carefully lowered Sam's legs to the ground and found strong arms wrapped around him to hold him to the slender chest. Both men mourned the loss as Quincy's sated flesh slid from its harbour. Quincy took advantage to roll them to their sides where he could gaze into Sam's sated eyes.

"What happens now, Quince?" Sam asked. A flicker of insecurity and doubt was visible in the expressive eyes.

"What do you want, baby?" Quincy countered. "Let me hear it from your lips."

"I want an 'us'," Sam said simply. "I want a real relationship with you.

"Then we both want the same thing," Quincy assured. "And if we both want it, nothing will stand in our way." He rolled to his back pulling the happy, pliant young man to hold tightly against his broader body. "Sleep a little, love," he encouraged, lightly massaging the back of Sam's skull. Slowly, Quincy felt Sam go lax until he was fully asleep. Quincy grinned. //Bonding Astin said// he thought. His smiled widened. A simple fishing trip had resulting in Quincy getting the best catch of all; the heart of the man he'd fallen for hook, line and sinker. This was one catch the older man was going to ensure did not get away.