Fandom:	Houston Knights
Series:	Other Stories
Rating:	NC17
Pairing:	Joe/Levon
Archive:	Starwinder's
Title:	The Eagle
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.

Author's Note: The character of Rusty the bartender belongs to James Walkswithwind. Thanks, James, for letting me use him!

The Eagle
By Starwinder

Lundy bent over the pool table in the back corner of the Eagle lining up the twelve ball and trying not to think about LaFiamma or more particularly LaFiamma's eyes. Those eyes were so expressive.

(And what color are they anyway? Blue? Green? Aquamarine.)

[Oh, God! That rhymed! Shut-up and take the shot!]

He forced himself to concentrate and managed to sink the ball where he wanted it.

(Oceanic blue.)

[Shut-up!]

He walked around the table and lined up the eleven ball.

(Like deep sea water.)

[I said, 'Shut-up!']

He groaned at the voices arguing in his head and sank the eleven ball in the corner pocket. It was bad enough when it was just his cock that jumped up every time LaFiamma got any where near him. Now his brain wanted in on it. He sighed and looked at the table hunting the ten ball. Locating it he went around and started to line it up. As he bent across the table he felt his cock jump and his heart suddenly picked up speed.

(What? He can't be here! Can he?)

[I heard something]

Lundy closed his eyes and concentrated on the sounds from the front of the bar. He tuned out the jukebox and tried to sort out the voices--- and there it was. Clear and unmistakable.

"You got bottle water?" LaFiamma's voice.

(Oh, Lord! I can pick his voice out in this crowd! I can't even hear what Rusty's saying.)

[No. But you heard him.]

(Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! What am I gonna do if he comes back here?)

[Hide under the pool table?]

(Shut-up!)

"Yeah, first time in this Eagle, if you know what I mean. We got one in Chicago."

Another question from Rusty that Lundy couldn't hear. Then, "First time. Maybe last time. Why don't you just call me Chicago."

Lundy laid the pool cue across the table and slowly walked to the edge of the wall that separated the bar from the pool tables and leaned against it. Now he could hear what Rusty was saying.

"There's a lot of nice men here. I could give you an intro if you're looking."

Lundy stole a quick look around the end of the wall. LaFiamma was sitting on the third bar stool from that end of the bar looking toward Rusty who was farther down the bar.

"Not tonight. I'm just browsing. Course if my work partner's jeans get any tighter I just might need some relief. Else he might find himself face down over a desk. I think he buys a size smaller every couple of weeks just to torment me."

Lundy couldn't resist. The voices in his head took control. He stepped around the end of the wall and leaned against it. "Is that a fact?" He couldn't keep the smirk out of his voice either as he sauntered around the end of the bar and headed for LaFiamma.

He ignored Rusty's questioning look and kept walking toward LaFiamma.

LaFiamma bounced off the bar stool and hit the floor backing towards the door. "Dis is da last place I thought I'd run into ya! What are ya doing here?!" LaFiamma's Chicago accent came out strong under stress.

Lundy kept walking towards LaFiamma, LaFiamma kept backing. Lundy found that amusing for some reason. In nearly six months of being partnered with LaFiamma he couldn't recall ever having seen the man back up; let alone back up so fast or far.

"Nothing much." He replied. "Havin' a few beers. Playin' a little pool."

He was right up against LaFiamma now almost physically pushing him toward the door.

"Listenin' to my partner talk about tossin' me over a desk. You got it all wrong, Boy."

He put his hand on LaFiamma's chest and literally backed him out the door.

"I'm the Senior partner. You're the one that's goin' face down on the desk. Comprende?"

He shoved LaFiamma up against the back wall of The Eagle and moved in close. Pushing one knee between LaFiamma's legs, he was surprized when LaFiamma let his legs part to allow him in. He suddenly realized that he could feel LaFiammia's heart beating under his hand. Beating hard and fast.

LaFiamma wet his lips.

"Comprende." He whispered back just before Lundy closed the final inch between them and sealed his lips with a rough kiss.

Lundy's hands had already found other things to do. Things that had LaFiamma moaning as Lundy forced his lips apart and slipped his tongue into his partners unresisting mouth.

The End.