Fandom:	Houston Knights
Series:	Heat
Rating:	NC17
Pairing:	Joe/Levon
Archive:	Starwinder's
Title:	Heat 5
Author:	Starwinder
e-mail:	starwinder2of7@gmail.com
Standard Disclaimer: Houston Knights belongs to Jay Bernstein and Michael Butler and Columbia Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended. This is fan fiction, written out of love for the shows. I am making no money off this. I have no money so please don't sue me. Any original characters who may appear in these stories are the property of the author.

Heat 5
By Starwinder

Detective Sgt. Joey LaFiamma pushed open the door to his apartment. He stepped into the welcome coolness. The temperatures had been soaring again, hitting the high nineties everyday with ninety percent humidity. Heat he could take but the humidity was killing him. He felt like he was living in a steam cooker. It didn't help that he was fighting with his partner again.

For a while things had been great between them. Maybe Lundy didn't love him but he'd certainly been an enthusiastic sex partner. For a while he'd spent almost every night at Lundy's then they'd started fighting again. [About work, of course. What else is there? Nothing else in my life that's for sure!] First there'd been the mess with the Mexican cop, Guitierrez, and Lester Farnham. They'd clashed over how to handle that. LaFiamma still didn't much care for Esteban Guitierrez even if they had ended up kicking Farnham over the border to him. Then the mess they were in now. Brissom had been a teacher of Lundy's at the academy and Lundy just didn't want to hear that he might be dirty ... but he was. LaFiamma was convinced of it.

He tossed the light jacket, which he had to wear while out on the streets to conceal the fact that he was armed, over the back of the couch and took off his guns. He was only wearing a t-shirt under the jacket. It was the coolest thing he had, if he could have he'd have gone with out the jacket. [Damned departmental regs.] He tugged at the t-shirt. It felt like it was glued to him. He got it off and tossed it toward the bathroom. The air conditioning blew cool air across his damn skin and he shivered slightly. He hated feeling sticky. He wanted a shower and he wanted it now. He finished stripping then gathered up his damp clothes and carried them all into the bathroom with him.

In the shower, as he shampooed his hair, his mind wondered. It hadn't been that long ago that Lundy had done this for him. He could close his eyes and feel the Cowboy's hands on his scalp, his finger pads massaging the shampoo in, as he took his time, drawing out the pleasure for both of them.

LaFiamma let his hands drift downward, caressing himself, gently stroking the places that Lundy liked to kiss while he bathed him. He let the right hand gently touch the right side of his neck, a favorite kissing spot of Lundy's. He stroked the site, remembering the feel of Lundy's lips there. He let the left hand drift across, to ran a forefinger along the line of his collarbone, recalling how Lundy would turn him, trailing kisses along the ridge of that bone tracing it around to the hollow at the base of his throat.

He turned under the shower spray leaning his head back to rinse the suds out of his hair. This was when Lundy would nip at the hollow, marking him. He pinched the dip, pretending that it was Lundy gently biting him. A small moan of pleasure escaped him. He whimpered with need, letting the right hand drift lower, capture the right nipple, twisting it then pinching it ... hard, in an imitation of the way Lundy would bite down on it.

He stepped out of the stream of water, leaned against the shower wall, bathing forgotten as his urgency grew. His left hand went to his left nipple as the right dropped to rub cross the head of his rapidly rising cock. He squeezed the flared head as he twisted his left nipple. He was moaning more loudly now, his eyes were closed, his lips parted as he began to slowly stroke his cock. The strokes were uneven as his hand and cock were both squeaky clean. Realizing that he needed some kind of lubricant he groped for the soap. Finding it he quickly lathered his hand and then returned to caressing his cock. Much better. His hand slid smoothly, easily now. [Oh, yeah!] He moaned again as he picked up the pace of his stroking.

He established a rhythm, rub across the head, pinch it, stroke down the shaft, back up it, repeat. Every other time he stroked down the shaft he would let his hand drift lower, cup a ball, roll the nut between thumb and forefinger before stroking back up the shaft. He was breathing faster now, and harder, getting close to coming. His left hand traveled back and forth between his nipples. Rub the right nipple, pinch, twist. Rub the left nipple, pinch, twist. Caress the hollow of his throat. Trail the forefinger down the center of his chest to his belly button, slip it in and out, recalling Lundy's tongue there.

His balls tightened. He was going to come. He cried out, calling his partner's name. "Lundy! Oh, Lundy!" as he spent across his belly.

He sagged against the shower wall, moaning Lundy's name. "Lundy, mio amore!"

It was several moments before he regained enough strength to finish his bath and get out of the shower.

He toweled his hair half dry as he walked naked back into the kitchen. He wasn't satisfied. If anything the brief masturbation had only made him more aroused. He was vaguely aware that nothing less than a hot and heavy session with his partner would truly satisfy him but he knew that such an encounter was extremely unlikely anytime soon.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and dug through the fridge looking for something to fix for supper. He wanted something light and he didn't want to raise the temperature in the apartment by cooking. He found the cold pasta salad he'd fixed the night before then rounded up a single serving can of tuna packed in spring water along with a few whole wheat crackers and bottled water to drink.

When he finished eating he washed up the few dishes then looked around the apartment. There really wasn't anything to do. He was basically a neat person. Growing up as one of ten kids with a working mom he'd been taught early on that it was easier to keep things neat than to clean up after it'd been let go. By the time he'd gotten his first apartment it had been second nature.

He was still much too aroused to be interested in TV or a book. [Might as well go to bed ... and tend to this hard-on.] He tossed the towel across one of the bar stools and headed up the stairs, naked and flushed with arousal. His cock bounced against his belly as he took the steps two at a time.

He knew what he wanted. It was in his 'toy box'. Going directly to his closet he dug into it, way in the back was the case he'd brought with him from Chicago. He laid it on the bed and spun the twin combination locks to the opening numbers and lifted the lid. The case was made to hold an extensive collection of 'toys' ... sex toys. The lid contained several discipline tools, a light cat o'nine tails, a flexible paddle, and several leather straps of various weights and widths. Opposite the lid, fastened to a felt covered board that could be lifted out, were several pair of hand cuffs, a set of leg irons and a number of leather thongs. He lifted it out to reveal that the back side also held restraints, although of a gentler nature. These were lined to reduce the risk of injury and make them more comfortable to wear. But what he wanted, needed actually, was in the bottom. He looked down at the collection of dildos. He had all kinds, from plain and simple to the Cadillac of dildos, an electric version that not only vibrated but also thrusted and twisted. Nothing less would satisfy him tonight. He took it out and tossed it on the bed before repacking, closing and locking the case. He shoved the case under the bed. He'd hide it again in the morning after he returned the dildo to it's place.

His hands were trembling by the time he found the lube and slicked up the dildo. He lay down on the bed, remembering the times Lundy had lain there with him. He turned on his side and reached back, rubbing the tip of the dildo up and down the crack of his ass. He moaned softly as it touched the tight pucker of his anus. He started to push it in then drew it back. Lundy never let him have what he wanted immediately. He moaned. In his mind he could see Lundy, kneeling behind him, teasing him, rubbing the head of his cock along the crease between Joe's buttocks, probing at the tight pucker then swaying back away from him when Joe pushed back to try and capture the engorged shaft. It was almost like a dance they did before coupling. A mating ritual.

He rubbed the dildo across his anus again and whimpered.

"Fuck me, Lundy. Please." He murmured. He closed his eyes. "Lundy." he breathed his partner's name again as he pressed the dildo to his anus. Slowly his sphincter muscle yielded to it. He moaned as it breached him. The first row of nubs slid past his sphincter and he whimpered. He twisted the dildo and moaned again, trembling. The nubbly texture of the dildo was very different from Lundy's cock, but stimulating. He pushed it in farther, until a little over half the dildo was buried in his anal passage, until he felt pleasantly filled.

He rolled over on his back, slowly, carefully, making sure that he didn't accidentally force the dildo too deep inside himself. He shifted until he found a comfortable position then he turned the control for the dildo to on. He started with vibration alone, set to low. Then he added thrust, moaning as the dildo moved inside him, rasping across his prostrate. Better leave it on low for now. He wanted this to last. He lay the control on the bed beside him and closed his eyes, beginning to touch himself again, much as he had in the shower.

He let his hands roam freely, caressing his nipples, his belly button, his cock and balls.

(Now for the fantasy.)

[Where?]

(Somewhere we'd never actually do it.)

[Bullpen.]

(Yeah! Oh, Yeah! Across my desk.)

The scene formed in his mind.

<<<<Midafternoon, the bullpen is full of detectives doing paperwork. Joanne is in her office. Lundy and I are arguing about something, nothing, it doesn't matter. He's so angry. I start to walk away. He grabs my arm. I feel the handcuff go around my wrist.

Joe moaned, pressing down on the dildo, making it bump hard against his prostate. "Oh, yes! Do it Lundy! Do it to me right there!"

<<<< He shoves me face down over the desk. I'm trembling. I know what's going to happen. I want it so! He yanks my handcuffs out of my rear pocket and snaps one around my other wrist. He goes around the desks and hooks the free cuff of both pairs of handcuffs through the handle of the desk drawer so that I'm stretched across our desks, hands above my head, my hips aligned with the front edge of my desk. Perfectly positioned. Everyone is watching. Joe Bill gets up and steps across the aisle to get a better view. Oh, Yes! I want them to see.

Lundy reaches under me, unbuckles my belt, unfastens my pants, pulls them down. He pulls down my underwear too. I'm naked ... in front of the whole unit. I tremble with excitement. Lundy runs his hand across my buttocks. His touch is firm and proprietary. He raises his hand and brings it down on my ass cheek ... hard.

God! It hurts. It hurts so good!

When his hand rises, his hand print remains, bright red against the smooth whiteness of my ass. He brings it down on the other cheek.

Yes! Oh, yes! Spank me, Lundy! Spank me hard. I want you to! I need to be punished. I've been a bad boy. Spank me!

He does, his hand rises and falls faster and faster, raining blows down on my upturned ass until both buttocks are fiery red and I am gasping with pain ... and need.

He steps back and caresses my burning ass. His touch is gentle now, his anger spent in the spanking. Only need remains. I hear the familiar sound of my beloved unzipping his pants.

Mio amore! Take me, my love! Take me here and now before them all. I want them to know that I am yours.>>>>

Groaning loudly, LaFiamma pushed down on the dildo and rotated his hips. His eyes popped open, his nostrils flared, he gasped with pleasure as the firm shaft of the dildo rasped across his prostate. "Oh, Lord! Oh!" He trembled and began to shake as his hands groped between his legs, one hand stroking his cock, the other gently mauling his balls. He closed his eyes again and went back into the fantasy. he was so close to coming and he wanted to finish with the fantasy Lundy.

<<<<Joe Bill steps even closer. Lundy makes a production of spreading my ass cheeks, thrusting his thumbs into the tight pucker of my anus and stretching it as he deliberately takes his time, giving Joe Bill a good show. I'm whimpering now, twisting my hips, impatient for him to mount me. Finally he does.

Lundy presses forward, wedging the head of his cock into my anus, with nothing but his precum for lube. It hurts when he first breaches me, but not too bad, I am after all used to having him there. >>>>>

Joe moaned and reached for the dildo control, time to crank it up to full force. Without looking he thumbed the controls, turning all three, vibration, thrust and rotation to maximum. He whimpered. His whole body starting to shake from the brutal onslaught of the sensations. He pushed down harder, forcing more of the dildo in him until he was completely impaled, all the way to the flared base above the handle.

<<<<Everyone is gathered round now, even Joanne has come out of her office to watch my love take me. His need is urgent now, almost as desperate as my own. He begins to thrust, picking up speed and driving in harder with every stroke. I match myself to his rhythm, pushing back to meet him as eagerly as he thrusts into me. I have no shame and no pride. There is nothing but the raw pleasure of belonging to him and finally having everyone know. He groans loudly and leans forward, pushing my shirt up, bending to clamp his mouth to my back, marking me as he spends deep inside, flooding me with his cream. I cry out moaning and trembling as I come seconds later, spilling my seed on the floor beneath my desk, climaxing without my cock ever being touched.

Mio amore! I love you so!>>>>>>

Joe moaned, letting his hands fall to the side, exhausted from the intensity of his climax. He had succeeded in coming with his fantasy lover. He fumbled for the control, turning the dildo off. Rolling back onto his side, he reached back to grasp the end of the dildo protruding from his anus. He started to pull it out then stopped. So many nights he had wished that he could sleep with Lundy buried deep inside him, had longed for that exquisite feeling of being filled to remain with him after the sex was finished. He withdrew his hand. It wouldn't be like having Lundy there but tonight he would sleep filled.

He reached for the covers and pulled them over him, curling up. It did feel good to be filled. His eyes drifted closed. He hadn't thought he'd be able to sleep but he did.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"Huunnh?" LaFiamma stirred, groggily he pried an eye open to look at the clock.

The red numbers of the digital readout stared back at him. 3:21 A M.

BAM! BAM!

[Door.] His sleep fogged mind finally registered what the infernal racket was. [Somebody ... at door.] He rolled over on his back then groaned as he remembered the dildo that he'd left in himself. He turned back on his side, reaching back he grasped the handle and carefully withdrew it from his anal passage. He dropped it beside the bed and slowly sat up. Kicking the dildo under the bed, he struggled to his feet.

BAM! BAM! "LaFiamma! Open up, Boy!"

[Lundy. Great!] He looked around hunting his robe. "All right! All right! I'm coming!" He found it and threw it on, as he stumbled down the steps, to yank open the door.

"What do you want?" He demanded.

Lundy pushed into the apartment, closed the door behind him and turned the lock. Turning back to LaFiamma he reached out and pulled him close to kiss him. "You, Boy! I want you."

"The way you've been acting, I thought you hated me!"

"Tried. Can't. Don't agree with you. Can't hate you. Still want you." He reached up, tangling his hands into Joe's hair, pulling him into another kiss. "I can't get enough of you, Joe" He pulled back looking into LaFiamma's eyes, he reached out and gently ran a finger along his partner's jaw line, caressing him. "If you wanna throw me out, better do it now. We get in bed, I ain't leaving."

"I don't want you to leave. I've been half crazy with wanting you."

"Good. Let's go to bed."

"You have to wait this late to come by?"

"Didn't succumb to the desire till a little while ago, then had to get here. It's all right. I got tomorrow off. You'll just have to call in sick." Lundy grinned as he wrapped a possessive arm around Joe's waist and headed for the stairs.

The End.