The
Stakeout
by luvhandlz
Rating: R
Pairing: Joe Friday/Bill Gannon
Warnings
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nothing to warn for
It was a Friday. A slow Friday. The two detectives had spent the last
eight hours staked out in a cheap hotel room. It was a hot, sultry day
and Joe
had stripped to his regulation BVDs.
Officer Bill lay on the bed, naked except for a vinyl deep concealment
holster strapped to his turgid loins. Bathed in sweat, he manipulated
himself
as he contemplated Joe Friday’s skinny thighs that hung like hairy
bell-clappers from his shorts.
The sergeant peered distractedly through a telephoto lens focused on
the massage parlor across the street. The scent of Aqua Velva, his
partner’s
favorite cologne, and the low quavering moans made his manhood throb in
counterpoint to the bed’s built-in vibrator.
The noises ceased momentarily as Officer Bill fumbled another quarter
into the bed’s coin slot. Friday used the interruption to exclaim, “For
Christ’s sake, Bill, I’m trying to concentrate!”
“I don’t care, Joe! I must possess you utterly!” Bill leapt from the
bed, but his holster slipped down, entangling his legs. He fell to the
floor
with a thud.
Joe rushed across the room shouting, “Officer down! Officer down!”
Kneeling down, he cradled Bill’s head in his lap. “Are you hurt,
dollface?”
“I’m fine now that you’re here,” Bill replied huskily. They embraced
passionately, the stakeout forgotten.
End
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