Two Act Play
by elfin


Letting the door swing open, Robbie frowned at the sight of his boss standing on his doorstep.  It had been a long time since he'd seen Jardine in casual clothes - jeans and a vivid blue shirt that set off his sapphire eyes...

...He instantly regretted the two whiskeys he'd had in the Bull after work.

"Mike."  Stepping back he waved his visitor in and pushed the door closed.  "What's up?"

Expecting to have a strip torn off him for trying to match-make the chef with the female constable in their unit, or a tired conversation about his attitude and/or behaviour, he was surprised with the reply that came back,

"The flowers didn't work."

Recovering well, he shrugged and plastered a sympathetic smile onto his face.  "Sorry to hear that.  A man can only try."

Michael nodded once, slowly, but didn't say anything else.  Robbie could feel the blue eyes on him, as if waiting for something, knowing that patience would be rewarded.

"So... why did you come here?"  Not un-welcoming, just an obvious question.

Michael's expression didn't change.  "You said I was 'gagging for it'.  You said... 'I wanted it and I bloody well needed it'."

Robbie stared at him.  Yeah, he'd said that.  He hadn't expected it to lead to this though.  Never in a million years.  He knew what Michael was waiting for now.

An invitation to stay.

He hoped his voice would hold as he asked, "How did you know?"

Michael smiled the lop-sided smile that made him look about fifteen years old.  "I am a DCI.  For a reason."

Yeah.  Jardine always did seem to end up on the right track eventually, even if he didn't start out anywhere near it.  No exception here.

Robbie made himself stand still while Michael took two steps forward and closed the gap between them.  He glanced down at the full, smiling mouth inches from his own, curiosity triggering his arousal; how would that mouth taste?  How would it feel?  What would he be like? 

Michael's head tilted, big eyes darkening and Robbie forced himself to swallow.

He wondered for a second what his boss was waiting for.  And then he realised.

"You have to make the first move," Michael murmured, lips almost touching Robbie's.

Of course he did.

Licking his lips, eyes flicking down to the other man's mouth, he asked roughly, "You're sure this isn't sexual harassment?"  What did it matter if it was?  He closed the space, kissing Michael lightly, waiting to find out what he'd do.

In the next moment his back was against the stair rail, Michael's arms were around him and a strong tongue was dominating his mouth.

The sudden violence freed Robbie to retaliate and he gripped Michael's shoulder with one hand, clawing his other into silky blond hair.  He didn't mean to moan out loud but Michael's crotch was level with his own and they were pushing against one another in the most exquisite of ways.

Michael moved his head, lips brushing over Robbie's as the angle changed.  Rob grabbed the moment, sliding his tongue into the other man's mouth only to have Michael start to suck on it.  His self control breaking, he blindly found the buttons of the blue shirt and skilfully unfastened each one until he was able to slid his arms around Michael's waist, skin against skin.

He was rewarded with a soft moan, felt the vibrations against his mouth and smiled against Michael's.

Reclaiming his tongue he simply said, "Bed's upstairs."

Michael nodded, "I'd guessed that."

Robbie couldn't help but think the whole scene just a little surreal as he climbed the stairs ahead of his boss.  It had been a long time since he'd done this and he'd forgotten the thrill of it.  Sex.  No strings sex with a stranger.

Only this wasn't a stranger.  And there was a quiet voice in his mind asking him how there could possibly be no strings attached to this.

There were certainly consequences.

Stepping into the bedroom, uncertainty in his eyes, he turned to Michael meaning to question the sense in doing what they were doing.

Michael stepped into his arms before Rob was even aware he'd opened them.  The man who'd joined him in his bedroom wasn't his boss.  This blond, blue-eyed beauty was someone he'd never seen before.  His hands stroked the smooth back under the open shirt, almost of their own volition.  Michael's mouth was a temptation he didn't have to resist.

He was vaguely aware of fingers at the base of his T-shirt and they parted for a moment for Michael to peel it off over his head before they were back together, hands everywhere, touching and stroking, exploring this new territory.

Rob broke the kiss just wanting to see Michael's face and they shared a smile before Michael leaned in to kiss Rob's neck. 

Robbie dropped his head back and to one side obligingly as teasing teeth nibbled their way along his collarbone and bit gently into his shoulder before backtracking, tongue sweeping a soothing path back to the hollow of his throat.  Placing a single, lingering kiss there, Michael gave the other shoulder the same treatment before returning to Rob's mouth.

The next time they broke apart they stared at one another, breathing hard.  Rob deliberately trailed his gaze down over Michael's smooth chest to the waistband of his jeans and followed eyes with his fingers.  He slowly unfastened the button and fly, easing the soft denim from Michael's hips and the swell of his buttocks, flattening his hands against hot flesh.  Pushing jeans and boxers down, he waited for Michael to kick off his shoes before leading him to step out of the clothes.

Then Robbie stepped back, looking his new lover up and down, staring hungrily at the thick, hard dick standing proud from blond pubes.  Michael stood still, lapping up the attention, and it made Robbie realise how little he actually knew about his boss.  He certainly would never have imagined this.

Unfastening his own jeans he quickly undressed, reaching for Michael's dick as soon as he was naked, cradling it against his palm as he stroked his thumb firmly over the top side.

Michael remained still, his stance in no way arrogant, just aroused and waiting to see what Robbie would do next.

Rob let a slow smile shape his lips.  He moved in front of Michael, touching groin to groin, rubbing his erection teasingly against the other man's, again sliding his arm under the open shirt still hanging from the broad shoulders.  Then he took two steps forward, their proximity forcing Michael back until his shins met the edge of the mattress and he dropped.

The wide bed caught him, cushioning his fall, and Robbie followed him down, climbing carefully over him.  He balanced himself with one hand beside Michael's head while he spread the other over Michael's left thigh, over his stomach and chest, moving upwards. 

Michael reached for him but kept the embrace loose, giving Robbie the freedom to explore. 

Ducking his head, Rob briefly suckled one brown nipple before the other.  He felt Michael's hands come around to his own chest and hot thumbs stroke slowly back and forth over his own hard nipples.  He groaned, pressing consciously into the touch before replicating it.

He watched with interest and just a touch of malice as Michael arched his back and his neck, the blond head pushing into the deep purple duvet.

"Like that, huh?" he whispered.  "Like this?"

Dipping his head again, he bit one nipple hard and fast.  Michael howled but pushed up even further, one hand moving to tangle into Robbie's hair.  He grinned to himself and dived in for the other one, repeating the treatment a couple of times while angling their dicks together and starting a slow thrust against his lover.

A few minutes later it was all they could do to breathe.  Michael was thrusting up into Robbie's every move, the friction becoming unbearable. 

Dropping to balance himself on one elbow, covering Michael's body with his own, Rob reached between them and grasped them both, grip firm.  They thrust up together and came hard.


~


Rob slammed his front door closed behind him as he stepped into his hall, pulling in a single deep breath that erupted into a howl of agony.

He collapsed back, sliding down the door, eyes closed as the pain broke his heart.  His tears came then, every gulp of air becoming a crashing sob.  He couldn't control it, couldn't stop it.

He clutched at the muddy sleeves of his jacket and curled into a foetal ball, knees up, head tucked between his chest and his legs. 

His whole body shook with the force of his grief as it tore itself free.

He sat for a long time, an hour, maybe more, until the sobbing turned to weeping and he could breathe again without it feeling as if his chest would explode.

Lifting his head he dropped it back against the door and looked up along his hall to the open kitchen door at the end.

Michael had been standing there only a couple of days ago, saucepan in his hand, laughter in his beautiful blue eyes. 

The pain came again and again it overwhelmed him.

He rode it out, wiping streaming eyes and streaming nose on the sleeves of his shirt pulled out from under his jacket.

It hurt too much and he knew it would for a long time to come.  There would be no respite, nothing would ever make it any better.

When he could think again, he thought about Jackie and the state she was in. 

Then he thought about Kennedy and imagined blowing his brains over the cell walls that now imprisoned him.

But it wouldn't bring Michael back.  Nothing would. 

And for a time, he couldn't think any more.

~

He would never know how he held himself together during the funeral.

Jackie gave the eulogy.  To the eyes of the world she would have had the right.  But she said, 'we loved you', and when she took his hand in hers he knew that she knew somehow. 

He stayed behind after, feeling like this was the last chance he'd have to be close to the man he'd fallen in love with.  His wreath of white roses had been placed next to the grave and crouching down, he plucked one out. 

He read the card to himself and smiled sadly.  He hadn't been able to sign it and say what he'd wanted to say and so the words were in the florist's hand and there was no name.  But he knew and Michael knew.


'Days of life that seemed so unimportant
They seem to matter now.
I'll never forget'


Gazing down at the lowered coffin, he let the flower follow his tears down to the dark wood. 



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