Bathtime
For Joe
by luvhandlz
Rating: R
Pairing: Joe
Friday/Bill Gannon
Warnings
(highlight to view):
nothing to warn for
Joe Friday lay in a bath of frothy pink bubbles. His right arm was
cuffed to the radiator with his regulation handcuffs. Surrounded by
glowing candles, he stared lovingly at the photograph of J. Edgar
Hoover in a clinging silk teddy. On the photograph was inscribed, "To J
With Love from Pooky".
The bathroom door opened and Officer Bill entered, clad only in a pair
of leather boxer shorts. The shorts were at least two sizes too small,
forcing his manly paunch to hang over the waistband. He had liberated
them from
the evidence locker two days earlier and worn them ever since.
He crossed to the sink and bent down to splash water on his face; the
leather shorts scrunched horribly and the pale globes of his buttocks
shone sallowly in the candlelight. Sergeant Friday gazed at this
apparition, his chest
heaving. He felt a burning in his loins as Office Bill began to noisily
gargle at the sink.
"I must have you now!" Joe cried. He leapt from the tub and emitted a
plaintive bleat as the forgotten handcuffs checked his headlong rush.
His feet flew out from under him and he struck his head on the lip of
the tub. The last thing he heard before passing out was:
"Jesus, Joe. If I'd known you were in such a hurry, I wouldn't have
gargled."
End
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