Its time I had a fresh start.
surfdudecop: *pulls you into my arms* I just worry about you, all alone in a big city. *grins* You've got my cell number and if anything happens, anything at all, just call me. Do not hesitate.
bikergeek: *nuzzles neck* Yep, you're channeling Nellie now for sure. I'm a New Yorker remember? London's a breeze after that but the traffic's still a bitch.
Seems my work's caught the right attention at last. A couple of calls, a little persuasion... Anyway, I don't know, but I've got to try. *nips at earlobe* You'll be okay without me?
surfdudecop: *pout* Fine leave me alone. *grins* I'll be fine. I'll worry sick over you, but nothing new there. Just keep me posted if you can. *kisses softly* I'll miss you so much.
bikergeek: No pouting okay? *kisses back a little deeper* Don't worry too much. I won't go into any jeweler's stores. Not for a long old time. But I might not be online for a while is all, and I'll miss you too. I really will.
surfdudecop: *holds close* God I'm going to miss you... *sigh* When do you leave?
bikergeek: If I go after five I can miss the traffic. Overnight in London, catch a show, live it large. *slips hand under shirt*
surfdudecop: *moans at touch* Enjoy yourself, you deserve it. *evil grin* So how long before you leave?
bikergeek: *whispers* Time enough... *hands exploring under shirt* I never made anyone tremble like that before. Or maybe it's me trembling when I think about touching you.
surfdudecop: *eyes flash with need* Your touch makes me shake with need.
bikergeek: *captures lips and kisses softly* So addictive.
surfdudecop: *moans* There’s someone at my door, damn it! Got to answer it. *untangles from arms*
bikergeek: *sighs* Don't take too long.
surfdudeop: Wait. Nellie is here right now, and she's got that look. I have to go. I'm sorry. Call me. Text me. Anything. Just let me know you’re okay. Promise me.
bikergeek: I promise. Go do a job. I'll talk to you soon. Tell Nellie you need a cold shower!!
surfdudecop: *glares* So not saying that! *kiss goodbye* I'll miss you.
Bye.
bikergeek: I'll miss you too.
Bye.
bikergeek has signed out
surfdudecop has signed out
“Nellie, how can I help you?”
* * *
James sighed and tried not to fidget, but failed miserably. He glanced over at his computer screen one more time, half praying that it would suddenly spring to life and let him know he had a message. Daniel had been gone for nearly three days, and there had been no word. Nothing. Not even a random text message that had gotten lost somewhere along the way.
So far he'd resisted the urge to email Professor Davis and demand information, but just barely. He needed information though, badly, and his resolve was starting to slip. Something wasn't right. He knew it.
Glancing down at the report on his desk, he started reading again for what had to be the tenth time in the past half hour, but after reading the first page another three times, he gave up and tossed his pen down, reaching instead for his slim line wireless keyboard.
He finally admitted to himself that he was needy and desperate, and frantic with worry. Images of Daniel lying dead on the floor had been invading his thoughts at the slightest provocation, and doing a whole lot more than just keeping him awake at night.
Pulling up his email program he started composing his anxiety into comprehensible words, but five minutes later a firm knock on his office door interrupted him.
“Lieutenant Caldwell?”
James smiled up at Alyson Rogers, a lovely young woman who had joined the department a few years back as a Human Resources administrator. She was actually one of the few people in HR who could find the right person for the right job, and her contribution to the work they did kept the forensic labs running smoothly, for which he was eternally grateful.
“How can I help you?” he asked respectfully, turning away from the computer screen.
“I won't take up too much of your time, Lieutenant. I just wanted to introduce you to the lab’s new DNA specialist,” she replied, walking briskly into the room. “There was a vacancy when Marlon went to Vegas and it's been hell trying to find someone to take over. I figured you would want to meet him since he helped with one of your cases.”
James leapt to his feet, staring at the young man who walked in just behind her. He was six-foot tall, dark haired, dark eyed and slightly scruffy looking, and even though the suit he wore seemed to fit him quite smartly, it was obviously a bit dated in the fashion sense.
Blue eyes met brown.
Alyson smiled at the two men. “Lieutenant James Caldwell, let me introduce you to Doctor Daniel Scott.”
James moved out from behind his desk, his gaze never leaving Daniel's own. “Finally,” he whispered, holding out his hand.
Just to touch him was electrifying.
Daniel offered a bright smile, momentarily overwhelmed. “Miss Rogers contacted me about a DNA tech position here that had come up, and I just had to take the chance.”
“Excellent! I had the best feeling this was going to work out perfectly. I had no idea you already knew each other that well.” She sounded positively bouncy. “Lieutenant, could you do me a favor please?”
James let go of Daniel's hand with some reluctance. “What do you need?” he asked, hoping to maneuver her out of his office without being too rude about it.
“Well, as you already know Doctor Scott here, would you be able to give him a ride to his hotel? I have so much to do in getting his paperwork all set up here so he can get started.” She headed for the door. “It's not really difficult but there's a surprising number of forms to fill out. I'll have him sign them on Monday.”
“It's okay,” he muttered, urging her out. “I'll take very good care of Doctor Scott."
A soft chuckle from Daniel met his ears, the sound rushing through him with a hot and pleasurable shiver.
“Thank you so much, Lieutenant.” She smiled, and as the office door was closed in her face so a loud thump came against it from the other side. “Must be the hinges,” she said with a frown, turning away to offer a quick wave at Caldwell's team who were all staring over at their leader's office too.
“So how long before the boss man calls it a day, and phones in sick tomorrow?” Eric asked.
“As long as it takes for them to get acquainted in there,” Nellie said firmly, grinning like an idiot.
* * *
The moment the door closed, James found himself pinned against it, and a warm demanding mouth was pressed to his. He groaned, opening up to the questing tongue that sought his own, his hands sliding around Daniel's slim waist, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
It was intoxicating, more intense than either of them could have truly imagined. And they'd tried to imagine it very well indeed.
James pushed Daniel back a little, turning him and pinning him against the door instead. His mouth trailed a path along the scruffy, slightly stubbled jawline, and down the elegant neck that was freely presented to him.
“You're here,” he whispered, cupping Daniel's cheek as he took that sweet mouth in another kiss. “You're actually here.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I wanted to surprise you.” Daniel leaned into the tender touch, panting slightly. “I wasn't even sure I'd get the job, and if I had to just turn around and go back to Britain after seeing you, it would've killed me.”
“You don't have to go. I won't let you go,” James assured him, kissing him softly. “I won't ever let you go. Not now. Not ever.”
The younger man moaned, pulling him closer until their erections brushed together. He blinked when James suddenly pulled away, and then gasped as the man he had been dreaming of for so long, sank readily to his knees before him.
“James…” he breathed, nimble fingers unbuckling his pants.
“Hush. It's okay.”
As strong and ce
rtain hands cupped his hot, aroused flesh, so his head fell back against the door with a thud.
“You’re more beautiful than I ever realized,” James whispered, kissing the very tip of Dan's heavily swollen cock. Flicking his tongue out he licked off the beading drops of pre-cum that teased him, savoring the taste.
Daniel’s legs quivered. His hands found the soft fair hair he had been thinking about running his fingers through all the way across the Atlantic Ocean, on what had truly been the longest journey of his life. And he held on tight.
James almost purred as he kissed and licked up the throbbing shaft that pulsed with his lover's heartbeat. Taking a breath, he sucked the sweet scented head fully into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, Daniel's whimpers encouraging him to go further. With past lovers he had never minded giving pleasure in such a way, but he never went down on his knees for them. He had always felt like he was submitting, and his own strong will would never permit it. More than one relationship had been broken apart by that stubbornness.
But with Daniel, being on his knees wasn’t submissive. All he wanted was to please him, taste him, make him scream out his name.
He took the young man’s balls in his hand, rolling them as he worked the rigid cock in his mouth. He could feel Daniel getting harder, and heard those whimpers turn to deep, lustful moans.
Emboldened, James pushed further back against the smooth, willing flesh, brushing a finger over his lover's tight opening, and Daniel spread his knees, biting back a desperate cry as he came down the eagerly swallowing throat that engulfed him.
He shivered, leaning all his weight against the door as James cleaned him up and made him look respectable again before getting to his feet.
“You are incredible,” he murmured, smiling contentedly as he pulled James into a deeply passionate kiss, his tongue sweeping through the open lips that parted for him, letting him taste himself.
Both men were panting when they finally parted.
“I need to get you out of here before I take you over my desk,” James laughed, grabbing a few quick breaths to try and settle himself.
Daniel gave him a saucy smirk and flipped the tousled hair from his twinkling eyes for him. “Take me home, so I can go freckle hunting,” he chuckled.
James moaned at the thought, and kissed him one last time before rushing to his desk, shutting down his computer and putting his files in order. Making sure he looked presentable enough to leave the room took a brief moment of doubt, but he knew that even if his staff had figured out what was happening in his office, he sure as hell wasn't going to give them fuel for more gossip.
“Let’s go,” he said brightly, buttoning his jacket. “If we leave now, we can miss the traffic.”
“Ah, yes! The dreaded Los Angeles traffic I've heard so much about,” Daniel laughed, as he opened the door.
A great many pairs of eyes followed them when they appeared, and more than one smirk greeted James as he stopped and gave his team a serious stare.
“Not a word,” he said sternly.
They just continued smirking.
He coughed. “I’ll be off tomorrow. Do not page me unless Armageddon arrives.”
And they continued smirking.
James sighed and pushed Daniel toward the elevator.
“See you on Monday!” Nellie waved.
But he chose to ignore her as Daniel blushed and tried to hide behind him.
Truly an elevator had never, in the history of elevators, taken so long to arrive.
* * *
“I can’t believe it’s only two in the afternoon and the Freeway is at a standstill!” Daniel grumbled, glaring at the cars all around them, going nowhere fast.
All he wanted was to get to that secluded sundeck he'd heard so much about and strip James out of that suit. Though he had to admit the Armani looked damn good on him, especially when combined with a pair of very expensive sunglasses. It had taken every inch of self-control he possessed not to jump the Lieutenant in the parking lot!
“Yeah, welcome to LA.” James just about managed not to bang his head on the steering wheel but it was touch and go.
“I thought all you guys were meant to drive Hummers?” Daniel looked around the Tahoe he found himself siting in, realizing it might take him a while to get used to driving on the other side of the road again after so long in Britain.
James groaned. “Ignore the TV shows, okay? We really aren’t that flashy. We can't afford it.” He turned and grinned. “Besides, we’re only Cold Case. We get the left over vehicles.”
“So how much further?” Daniel snorted.
“Ten miles. At this rate we'll take at least another hour.” He leaned back in his seat. “Might as well get comfortable.” He sighed but jumped at the touch of a hand on his leg. “Daniel…” he cautioned.
“Just drive.” Dan looked out at the massive tailback they were stuck in. “Make that more like, guide the extremely slow moving vehicle.”
“Oh, my God…!” James gripped hard at the wheel as he felt Daniel reach over to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, before easing him out of the confines of his clothing.
“So big. You're so big, I can't wait to feel this in me.”
James groaned loudly as Daniel's fingers danced up and down his aching erection.
“You want me to stop?” he teased, stroking the solid flesh that felt so very hot and slick in his palm. “I want to taste you like you tasted me.”
“Please…” James wasn't above begging, and his hips thrust upward into the touch his very soul seemed to crave.
“You’ve been hard since your office, haven’t you?” Daniel sped up his strokes. “Let go for me, Jim.”
It was the way he said 'Jim', a familiar shortening of his name that he normally despised, which sent James over the edge into orgasm. With a deep and throaty moan he spilled himself all over Daniel's hand, and for the first time in his life he was actually thankful for the traffic or he would've certainly been trying to explain to his superiors exactly how he'd crashed a departmental car in the middle of a snarl up that was already five miles long and growing.
Getting himself under control wasn't a simple matter either, not when Daniel sat there beside him, licking his fingers smugly.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” James watched him with a heady mixture of love and lust in his eyes before turning back to the traffic with an exasperated growl.
* * *
Lieutenant Caldwell's beach house was almost exactly as Daniel had imagined it - spacious, airy, filled with warm California sunshine, all clean lines and modest comfort. Though he already knew that James had earned for himself a considerable number of citations, medals and notable awards for his work, there was nothing set out to indicate that he had in fact, walked into the home of one of the city's most decorated and highly respected police officers.
There was, however, a small study crammed with books, a well-appointed but sadly neglected kitchen, and a beautiful piano taking pride of place in the living room, upon which there sat like true minions of the Cat-goddess Bastet, James Caldwell's very own pet she-demons.
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