Fandom:	Houston Knights
Series:	Exhibitions
Rating:	NC17
Pairing:	Joe/Levon
Archive:	Starwinder's
Title:	Exhibitions: The Pickle
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.

Exhibitions: The Pickle
By Starwinder

"This kind of outdoors I can stand, Lundy." LaFiamma smiled.

It was a beautiful day, sunlight streamed through the trees, children ran and played laughing and shouting. A cool breeze stirred the air, keeping the temperature pleasant.

Lundy grinned back at him.

They'd quietly slipped into the habit of taking their days off together when ever possible. Their leuiteniant had quietly ignored the habit ... and it's implications.

As they neared a picnic area with half a dozen tables, Lundy spoke. "You want something to eat, LaFiamma?"

"Naw. I'm not hungry yet."

"Suit ya self but I think I'm gonna see it that vendor's got any burgers." He nodded toward a cart that had been set up down a short slope from where they were. "Stake us out a table. I'll be right back."

"Any particular one you want, Cowboy?" LaFiamma asked.

"How bout the one over near the trees?" Lundy suggested. Nodding toward a table that was set off from the others a little.

LaFiamma nodded and headed for it as Lundy went off toward the vendor's cart. He dropped down on one of the benches and leaned back against the table, surveying the scene. He liked to know who was around. Had been a cop too long he supposed. To the left there were four other picnic tables. Two were occupied by young families enjoying a day in the park. A third appeared to be home to the park's old men. Five of them sat around it. Two were playing checkers, the other three, watched. To the left and about thirty feet in front was the sixth table, unoccupied.

Also to the left was a jogging path coming out of the trees and running through the picnic area. He turned, checking it out. He could only see about thirty feet down it. It wasn't far but it was far enough. Beyond the path was an open area where a couple of guys were sitting on a blanket. One was reading, the other listening to a walkman.

At the vendor's cart Lundy had paid for a burger and a coke and was about to go when he spotted a five gallon jug of pickles sitting on the counter. About half way down, was a huge one, at least eight inches long and three inches in diameter. He found himself smiling. LaFiamma liked pickles. [Hell he likes anything he can suck on ... and I do love to watch him.] He felt his cock start to rise. They couldn't do anything in the park in the middle of the day. They knew that they had to be a lot more careful than that ... but it was just a pickle. [Can't be arrested for eating a pickle.]

"How much are the pickles?" His throat felt tight as he asked it. He hoped his voice didn't betray his growing excitement. It'd be hard to explain how a pickle could excite him at least to anyone but Joe.

"Fifty cents each." The vendor replied in a bored voice.

"I'll take one." Lundy said.

The vendor started to get one from the jug, not the one Lundy wanted.

"Could I have this one?" Lundy pointed to the big one, tapping the side of the jug.

The man frowned but dug down and got it, slipping it into a waxed paper sleeve.

Lundy tossed a dollar on the counter, "Keep the change." He wasn't much for tipping but he felt like he'd got his money's worth.

When he reached the table where LaFiamma was waiting he went around and sat down on the opposite side, with his back to the trees. He put his sack down on the table and opened it taking out his burger as he sat down.

LaFiamma had watched him go around and sit down then went back to watching the people in the park.

Lundy took everything out of the sack and flattened it to use as a plate before he said, "I brought you something."

LaFiamma heard the husky tone in his voice and turned to face him, swinging his legs over the bench to slide them under the table. His eyebrows rose in a question. "I said I wasn't hungry."

"But you like pickles so much ..." Lundy's voice was heavy with arousal.

Joe looked at the pickle, "Yeah, I love pickles, Lundy." He smiled knowing where this was going and ready to play.

Lundy held the pickle out to him. "Show me."

Joe took the pickle. "Show you?" He asked innocently.

"Show me how much you love pickles."

Joe looked at the pickle. It was a lovely example of a pickle, maybe the biggest one he'd ever seen. A pale green, it was easily eight inches long and almost as big around as his wrist. A few drops of pickle juice clung to the pale green skin. He brought the pickle to his mouth and licked them off. His tongue flicked out, licked, withdrew, flicked out again. He slipped the end of the pickle into his mouth, slid his mouth down on it to the point where the waxed paper sleeve began, and sucked on it, drawing the juice out.

Lundy watched him with hungry eyes. "Take your time, Boy. I wanna eat my burger 'fore we go."

The words told LaFiamma all he needed to know. They would be going straight to bed when they left here. Probably his bed as his place was closer. He felt his own cock start to rise at the thought. He turned his attention back to the pickle. His back was to most of the people in the park but he still felt a tingle of excitement go through him at the thought of performing fellatio on the pickle in public.

He pulled the pickle out of the waxed paper and took the other end into his mouth, sucking the pickle juice off it. He started to lay the paper sleeve down.

"Shame to waste all that good pickle juice," Lundy commented, indicating the juice accumulated in the bottom of the pickle wrapper.

Joe grinned. Still holding the pickle in his right hand he raised the wrapper in his left, lifting it high above his head, then tilting his head back, he opened his mouth and drained the juice out, letting it form a stream from the wrapper to his mouth. As the last of the juice dripped into his mouth he swallowed. Then looking across at Lundy, he licked his lips. Smiling he used one hand to flip the wrapper inside out. He brought it to his lips and slowly, carefully licked every drop of juice from it.

Lundy took a small bite of his burger, and chewed slowly as he continued to watch Joe. His cock was already fully erect, straining against his jeans.

LaFiamma returned his attention to the pickle. He slid it into his mouth as deeply as he could, without tilting his head back. His lips stretched around the bulk of it. He twisted it, sucking hard as he tugged at it with his hand, making it bob in and out as he pulled outward with his hand and sucked inward with his mouth. Finally he pulled hard enough so that the pickle came out of his mouth with a loud, obscene 'plop'.

Joe returned the pickle ot his mouth, thrusting it almost full length in then pulling it all the way back out again keeping suction on it so that everytime it left his mouth it made the sound.

Lundy groaned. It was all he could do to keep his hands above the table. He wanted to reach under it, free his cock and start jacking it. He wasn't going to be able to stand it much longer. He wanted, needed to get his partner somewhere where he could have that mouth wrapped around his cock ... and soon.

Joe looked at him, his eyes hot as he continued to suck the pickle, twisting and turning it as he pushed it in and pulled it out of his mouth.

Lundy balled up the sack, his half eaten burger and all, and tossed it in the trash barrel.

He headed for the parking area, not tarrying a bit.

LaFiamma followed him still licking at the pickle. As Lundy cranked the Jimmy, LaFiamma returned the pickle to his mouth and dropped his other hand to his lap, caressing his cock.

"Don't you come 'fore I get you home, Boy." Lundy ordered, noticing where Joe's hand was.

"Just getting ready for you, Cowboy." LaFiamma replied calmly.

"You can get rid of the pickle."

"Okay," LaFiamma grinned and began to eat it.

Lundy looked over at him and grinned. It was a good thing that they were just minutes from LaFiamma's apartment or they might get into real trouble. He hadn't relized just how excited he was.

They didn't waste any time at the apartment. As soon as the door was closed and locked, Joe turned, dropping to his knees, quickly unfastening Lundy's belt and undoing the snap on his jeans. He ran the zipper down and gave the jeans a tug, pulling them down to release Levon's throbbing cock.

Lundy leaned back against the door and groaned loudly as Joe's hot wet mouth closed around his cock.

LaFiamma deep throated the cock once then pulled back to give the head a long hungry kiss before beginning to bob up and down on the shaft, taking the full length in then pulling back to suck on just the head. Knowing that Levon was on the verge of coming he didn't try to make it last. They had the rest of the day and all night. He could take it slow and easy the second time for now he concentrated of giving Lundy the release he needed. Sliding all the way down on the shaft, he began to hum.

Lundy nearly screamed ... and started coming instantly. He grabbed Joe's head tangling his fingers in his partner's dark hair as his whole body shook with the intensity of his climax. His knees sagged and he felt Joe's arms go around his hips holding him up as Joe continued to suck untill he'd drained Lundy completely.

Lundy moaned as his cock slipped out of Joe's mouth and his lover let him sink to the floor, exhausted.

Joe remained kneeling between his legs. He licked his lips and smiled, that beautiful half smile that had stolen Levon's heart the first time he'd seen it. "You are gonna be up for seconds, aren't you?" He asked, the blue eyes wide and innocent.

Levon chuckled. "Be a minute or two but I think I can manage another round." He reached out and ran a finger across Joe's lips. "Never had me a hummer, before you. One of these days I'm gonna make you sing me the song."

LaFiamma laughed softly, catching Levon's hand he kissed it lightly then still holding it he began to sing. His voice was low but he could carry a tune. "Would you lay with me in a field of stone? If my needs were strong, would you lay with me? Would you go away to another land, walk a thousand miles through the burning sand, wipe the blood away from my dying hand, if I give myself to you?" He looked embarrassed then added, "That's all I can remember of it. Don't even remember the title or who sung it."

Levon, leaned in and kissed him. "Yes." He whispered.

"Yes?"

"I would lay with you in a field of stone."

LaFiamma grinned then laughed, "Not while I got a bed!"

"Speaking of which, I'm about ready for round two. We might as well get comfortable!"

The End.