Sonny:

The night we found about that Artie Rawlins had hung himself, the whole of OCB was in a bar downtown.  Stan and Lare were holding caught at one end of the bar, and Rico and I were talking at the other.  I remember telling him that I felt as if I'd spent the last couple of days staring at myself in a curvy, fairground mirror.

He told me that Artie hadn't been a reflection of me, but of the job.  And then Rodreiguez had told us that Artie had hung himself in the mens toilets.

That same night was the first night Rico and I spent together.  I mean, sleeping together in the same bed.  We did it so often over the years, before everything changed between us.  We used to sit talking for hours and hours, and then collapse together on the kingsize bed in the forward cabin.

Nothing physical ever happened.  I don't think either of us had realised we wanted it to.

But plenty happened that was spiritual.  I didn't know the meaning of the word until I met Rico.  He taught me more about myself than anyone ever had or ever would.

The most important thing he taught me was to be honest, firstly with myself.  Secondly with him.


Rico:

God, he looked beautiful.  Slender, perfectly tanned arms stretched out, long graceful fingers curled around the steering wheel.  Clean, sun-kissed hair caressing the back of his neck.

Sonny opened the car windows to let in the air as it rushed passed.  I was burning up, and as he glanced at me, I realised he was suffering too.

It was like every feeling I'd ever had for Sonny was pressing on my heart and my mind and I needed to get it all out of me.

He slammed the car into the parking space marked 'Burnett' and killed the engine.  In the next second, he was on top of me, mouth sealed to mine, tongue demanding, begging to be sucked on just as he loved me to do.

Somehow we made it to the boat, walking along the marina side by side, shoulders and arms pressed together.  We teased each other with every step, every movement.

He jumped aboard, ignoring the bellowed warning of his pet reptile as he unfastened the latch lock and threw it open.  I followed him down the wooden steps into the darkness, and as I reached the bottom step I felt his hands grab my waist and he lifted me down into the galley.


Sonny:

I put my hands on his waist and pulled him down to me, lifting him from his feet.  His mouth found mine and he kissed me like a man starved.

"Rico," I loved the shape of his name on my lips, "Rico...."

He was already pushing me back toward the cabin, hands on shoulders, lips assaulting mine.  Where the hell had all this passion come from?  I couldn't help wondering if it had always been there between us and we just hadn't noticed before now.

His tongue was battling with mine in my mouth, licking over my teeth and pallet.  How the hell didn't you notice something like this?

Sliding my arms around him, I held him tight, pressing his already resurrected erection along the length of my own.

The low rumble in my chest made him chuckle, and the vibrations of his lips sent shivers through me.  I was losing it, fast.  I was gonna come in my pants if he didn't do something about it.

Summoning up every last bit of willpower, I moved my hands from his back to his shoulders, making to push him away.

He was faster than me.  He'd already come once, and his brain must have been working, because in the heartbeat between me moving and me actually pushing, he had my fly undone and his fingers wrapped around my dick.

My knees almost gave way, and once again I heard his chuckle.

"Sit down, Sonny," he murmured in that low, seductive tone I realised he'd used on me a million times in the passed and I just hadn't caught on.  Had we been doing this to one another for so long?

The backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I dropped.  He followed me, his movements fluid, his hand never leaving me as he used his other to drop my linen slacks to the floor of the cabin.

I shrugged off my jacket and lifted my own T-shirt over my head.  Then I undressed him, revealing his beautiful dark body to my roaming gaze.

It didn't take much persuasion to coax him down to the bed next to me.  Hand curling around the back of his neck, I kissed him as I thrust up through the tight fist of his hand on me.

"Rico....  Need...."

His tongue swept over my bottom lip, teeth nibbling the swollen flesh.  "I know what you need, Sonny," he murmured with a smile.

In one graceful manoeuvre he turned, his arms wrapping around my thighs, opening my legs wide as he sucked on my dick.  Rico's a damn fast learner.  Within a few seconds he was sucking me as deep as I'd taken him.

His dick was close to my face, and strange as it felt to do, I leaned over and started to suck on him again, just the head of it between my lips while I tried to remember to breathe.

He groaned, and I felt the sound caress me.  He was alternatively swallowing me, throat muscles working on my shaft, and pulling back, teeth nibbling my foreskin so tenderly I thought I might black out.

I didn't know I loved that, how the hell he knew I have no idea.  But it was so intimate, somehow moreso than his fingers pressing into my thighs or our mouths on each other.

For a second or two I had to drop my head back against the tangled mess of the duvet and moan loudly that he was killin' me, that I needed to come and he was somehow stopping it from happening.  I called him a few choice names, all between telling him how fucking incredible he was, how much I loved him.

He shifted again, moving carefully until he was lying half on me, his hands tucked under my ass, my dick so far down his throat I thought he might be trying to suck my balls at the same time.

His legs were still beside my head, his cock out of reach, meaning I couldn't do anything but lie there and enjoy the ride.  I was outta my head with the pleasure of it, little stars floating behind my eyes as he tightened his throat muscles around me.

I think I screamed.  I know that I came, harder than I had in years, spilling myself into his throat as he still worked me, swallowing everything I had, trying to make me give up more.

When he finally lifted his head, he did that nibbling thing again, sucked my soft foreskin between his lips, closing his teeth down on me with infinite gentleness.


Rico:

He was whimpering!  I made Sonny Crockett whimper!  Tonight was the best night of my life!

Untangling myself from him gently, I climbed to my knees and shamelessly started to jerk off, gazing at my Partner - my lover - myself on the bed, still panting slightly.

He watched me, just as shamelessly, for a minute, before reaching out and swatting my hand away, replacing it with his own.

His fingers on me were magic.  I started to thrust through his hand like he'd been doing earlier, arms by side, eyes raking over his body before locking with his intense emerald gaze.

"Rico...."

I surprised myself, and him, by coming as if that single word had been a command.  I hit his chest, spilling over him, never breaking the visual connection between us.  Not even when I collapsed against him.

I leaned up over him and kissed him.  His arm came around me and I settled, finally closing my eyes.

My last thought as I fell asleep was that I wanted to do everything to him that no one else ever had done.  It was one of the most erotic thoughts I'd ever had.

*

When I woke, the first light of the day was creeping in through the porthole windows.

Sonny was curled up to my side, one leg flung over mine, his arms crushed between us, his head against my chest.  I thought about the sounds he'd made the night before, then I thought about everything else, this whole affair.

I knew if Castillo found out he'd go nuts.  The thought of having to give Sonny up crushed the breath from me and I wrapped myself around him, breathing in the scent of us both on his skin.


Sonny:

When I woke up, Rico was holding me, sleeping like a baby.

Everything had changed last night.  I knew that whatever happened next, nothing was ever going to feel the same.  I never wanted it to.