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Notes: I couldn't find any fic in this fandom, so I thought i'd
better write some myself, which is why it's so short and a PWP. The
origin of Garths accent is a mystery to me in the series, so please
excuse my simple, yet pathetic attempts to copy it.
Summary: Liam checks on Garth while he's undercover.
Warnings: First Time. Spoilers for the episode Romeo Trap
Liam pushed open the door of the noisy bar, earning him a few of those
classic cowboy stares before the regulars went back to their drinks. A
quick glance around the place and he spotted his target standing at
the bar. He was playing with what looked like an empty packet of
Knowing that he'd been spotted, he ordered his drink, casting glances
at the man. The barmaid took his money, giving him the wrong change.
He decided not to say anything, simply pocketing the money and sitting
down in one of the booths. They both had to play this carefully.
They'd gone too far in setting this up to let something cock it all up
at this stage.
He swallowed the beer, purposely not looking at his partner at the
bar. The drug squad knew Garth hadn't been let into the inner-circle
yet, the drug dealers they where after playing it paranoid like they
thought they where people of importance. The reason Garth had been
sent in was to prove the connection between Eddie Tate, a local
gangster and as of yet, an unidentified politician. The Drugs Squad
had found just enough to establish the connection, but it was nothing
like real, hard and fast proof.
Liam turned from his inspection of the beer mat he'd been shredding,
biting his lower lip and looking over at Garth, who looked behind
himself before smiling back at him, pointing at his own chest as if to
say, what? Me?
Liam inclined his head a little, offering up a crooked smile of his
Garth came over, sliding into the booth along with him.
He leaned over the table, pushing Liam's half-empty beer glass out of
the way, just so he could get close enough to talk without fearing
they where being overheard.
"You took your bleedin' time." He cast a quick look around the bar,
pasting a smile to his face. "Do you know how many blowjobs I've been
offered since I got here?"
Liam gave a small chuckle. "More than you're worth probably. So?
What's the word?"
"The word is," said Garth, taking a mouthful of his own drink, "That
the bastard still doesn't trust me an inch." He shook his head,
reaching into his jacket and pulling out a packet of cheap cigarettes,
offering one to his partner, then lightening them both with his
equally cheap lighter.
"I've got a couple of gimps following me. See that twat at the bar
with the pink shirt?"
"We ought to lock him up for that alone."
Garth nodded. "Tell me about it. Probably thought it wouldn't make him
stand out in a gay bar. Don't know where the other one pissed off to
though." He drew in a lungful of smoke, hating himself just that
little bit more at loving something that was probably going to kill
him someday. "Is he looking over?"
Liam raised his glass, drinking to cover up what he was actually
doing, which was checking out the pretty poor attempt at surveillance
from the other side of the bar. "Yep."
"Shit. I'm sick of this one Liam. It's doing me head in."
Liam shrugged. He didn't really know what to say. It seemed as if
every job they did somehow did Garth's head in. "You'll be fine. You
That earned him a look he couldn't quite describe, even if someone put
a gun to his head and told him to. "Am I? How would you know?"
"Because I see the end result. You're good at this Garth. Better than
I am. At least you don't have a family worrying about you while you're
out doing this, wondering if your cover's still safe enough. It still
gives me nightmares thinking about what could happen to Pam and the
Garth laughed. A mean sounding thing that Liam didn't really like at
all. "Yeah, that's right. I'd forgotten how lucky I was not having two
children and a loving wife waiting for me back home. Oh wait. You
don't do you? Have a loving wife that is. Pam wants a divorce."
Garth knew as soon as he'd said it, that he'd said the wrong thing.
Knowing exactly what he was doing, knowing it would look right to the
tail at the bar, he reached out and put his hand over Liam's. "I'm
sorry. I'm a dickhead all right? It's hanging around these dickheads
all day; pretending to be one of them." He let go of Liam's hand,
wondering if his friend would understand.
Liam reached out, slowly drawing a finger down Garths face, trying
very hard not to smile. "I get it alright? Don't apologise." He took
his hand away, Garth shivering slightly as he then leaned back into
his seat in the booth, sucking the finger slowly into his mouth. "You
need to get away from this for a bit."
Garth laughed. "God, you really do go all the way, don't you?"
Liam leaned over again, taking Garth's hand this time. "If I don't, no
one would believe me. And belief is what makes us good at this game
Garth stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "You know Special Ops
won't let me walk away from this one. They practically told me not to
come back if I didn't find that bent MP." He chuckled again at the
thought. "I told them it'd be hard to sniff out one crooked Minister
of Parliament from all the rest of those wankers.
The other man shook his head. "That's not what I meant. You're
supposed to be some gay drug dealer right? Well, I know I was supposed
to just follow you into the bogs and walk out with a smile on my face,
but the same scenario can be done with just walking out of here and
going back to your place. The men at the bar can follow, we'll do a
little play acting and then when we get to your place, we pull the
curtains, pull out a deck of cards and drink ourselves into a stupor."
Liam knew he'd said the right thing when Garth smiled. "That sounds
like the best bleedin' idea you've had in ages." He put the near empty
packet of cigarettes back in his pocket before he frowned a little.
Liam licked his lips purposely, not even trying to hide the smile.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"And you're not?"
"Not if I have to kiss you I'm not!"
Liam bit on his bottom lip again. "Well, how about a bit of a cuddle
"Do I get to grope you, or do you get to grope me?"
Liam stood, finishing the last of his drink. "We'll just see what
happens shall we?"
"The things I do in my job. Me old mam would turn in her grave if she
knew." Garth stood too, checked to see if he had everything before
leaving the booth. He stood next to Liam, leaning in very close to his
ear, while he ran his hand slowly down the other man's back. "I've
just eyeballed number two. He's moving out of location."
"Gotcha. That means X-Ray one will probably follow us out after a bit,
while two watches our movements outside."
"I suppose I could have taken up acting instead. Its similar to this,
except I could have brought in me stunt double". Garth sighed. "Me mam
always thought I'd look good up on the silver screen."
* * * * *
They stepped out into a cold January night, shivering a little as the
chill crept through their jackets.
Liam had come out first, and turned to look as Garth stepped out
behind him. "He's over by the red Mazda. We make this look good, we
could loose them here and now."
Garth nodded, a mischievous smile on his face. "Good eh?"
Without warning, he had his hands on Liam's chest, pushing him hard
into the wall of the pub.
Liam's eyes widened in shock as Garth pressed in, but this was exactly
what they needed to do. They needed to fool the bad guys so Garth
could get them sent away for a very long time, so he opened his mouth
and accepted the tongue that pushed it's way in past his lips.
Suddenly Garth didn't know what he was doing. Everything was
heightened into feeling and what he felt right now was something he
hadn't known he was missing until right then. Connection to another
human being that actually cared about him.
For nearly three weeks now, he'd been starved of his own life; forced
instead to live someone else's, someone he could never be. Once, he'd
been sickened by later recognised feelings of love for a man he'd
known was an active paedophile. The psychologist had claimed it was
because the man could have killed him when Garth had finally broken
into their inner circle, instead turning the gun on some stupid bird
who had wondered into the shed that had been decorated like a child's
bedroom. He'd fixed the problem by killing the bastard, but this life
he was in now was a long way from being fixed; a million miles away
from being anywhere near to being right. Right here, right now, Liam
was an anchor to something a little better than what he'd been asked
and had accepted to do. He needed that connection, which is why, while
in the middle of faking out one of the bad guys the kiss became
Liam must have felt it too, for he suddenly opened his eyes, pushing
Garth away from him. "What the fuck was that?"
Garth just stood looking at him, opened mouthed, his body starting to
shake a little from the down side of the adrenaline rush.
The taller of the two men stumbled away slightly, before turning and
running down the street.
Liam ran after him, knowing that the little melodrama they'd just
played out would only grab the curiosity of the men following them all
"Garth! Slow down you stupid...Garth!"
Reaching out, he grabbed hold of the sleeve of the other mans jacket,
roughly turning him round, bringing them both to a halt. "Liam...I'm
so sorry. Really. I think it must have been..."
Whatever he had been going to say died on his lips.
"You don't get it, do you?"
Hands shaking, Garth pulled out the last of his cigarettes. "Get
Liam put his hand out, rubbing it up and down Garth's arm. "That it
doesn't matter. We're partners you twat."
Garth shook his head angrily, stepping into Liam's face a little, but
keeping his voice down. "Don't you get it you moron? I kissed you. I
didn't mean to, but I did."
"You where supposed to."
"Not like that I wasn't!" Garth moved away slightly, turning to stare
at the post box that had suddenly become easier to look at than his
Garth turned from his inspection of the red post box to look at him.
This was getting too weird, and he still had to deal with everything
this case was bringing out in him. He didn't need Liam messing with
his head while the rest of the world was taking it's turn.
"You know dick, Liam."
"Only my own. I haven't slept with a woman since Pam kicked me out of
That caused Garth to laugh, a nervous sound that even to his ears
sounded pathetic. "And what? Just what does that mean exactly?"
Liam stepped in that little bit closer, forcing Garth to move back
from him, feeling the cold hard letter box press into his back.
"That maybe I need something more than that. More than she can give
Garth really felt his world slipping away then. "Your not saying what
I think you're saying, are you?"
"I love Pam, and the kids, and I wouldn't change anything that's gone
on between us. Good and bad. But it just wasn't meant to be. Even when
we where together, we never clicked. Not like..."
A laugh escaped Garth. "Jesus, you're not going to try and get me to
say it are you?"
"All right, I won't. But you know what I mean. Pam...Pam's in the
past. She's moved on." He reached up his hand to Garth's face, meeting
resistance. "She's never known what this is like. It's a bastard of a
job. The hours, the scumbags we have to play nice with. Yet I don't
think I could walk away from it. Just like you. I don't think I could
walk away from any of this."
Garth wiped his hand over his mouth, a desperate nervous move, never
taking his eyes off Liam. "This is just too fucking weird, you know
It wasn't exactly what he'd meant to say, but what else he could he?
Tonight had just taken a turn for the strange and he didn't know what
the hell he was going to do about it.
Liam frowned, taking his hand away and shoving it into his pocket.
"You can't say you don't want this." He tapped his head with a finger
from his free hand. "I know you. Deep down, I know you and we're alike
Garth. We get the same buzz from the same things, or else why stay in
a job with no or little back up when we could get a bullet or a knife
in our bellies at anytime.
"I can't believe you're saying this. Are you really saying this or is
this just me being thick?" He shook his head, looking as he did so
over Liam's shoulder. "Fuck. We've still got company."
"Shit." He looked up into Garth's eyes, trying to see something in
them, only finding the usual mix of disbelief in everything and
humour, like he was the only one to get the joke of a really screwed
up world. "You've trusted me before. Why not trust me now?"
Garth leaned closer to his face, mere inches away, and not for the
first time tonight wondered just what the hell he was doing. "You're
me backup. If I didn't trust you I wouldn't be here now. Because there
would be no-one else I'd want watching me back."
The short distance between them ended when lips met lips, this time
with a lot more than just fabrication urging them on. Garth noticed
somewhere in the back of his mind that a hand had reached round to the
back of his neck and was holding him in place. Like he had anywhere
else he wanted to go?
The taste in Liam's mouth was the same as earlier, only this time,
this time Garth wasn't just acting on instinct. This was something he
was aware that Liam actually wanted no matter how strange or
unthinkable it had been only ten minutes ago and it made the kiss
deeper, more important. And that made it more of a turn on. No-one
wanted him. Ever. He couldn't remember the last time someone had
wanted him in any shape or form and finding it here, now, was
something he would never have bet on in his life.
The stale taste of tobacco mixed with a fading taste of beer;
combining in an odd sensation of stubble catching against stubble that
just dragged him closer to an edge he hadn't seen coming.
He reached round, placing a hand against his partners back, pulling
him in closer, suddenly needing to feel everything and everywhere.
Panting slightly, they pulled apart, Garth feeling himself get hard as
he watched Liam licking his lips.
Liam nodded. "You're blushing."
An almost snort escaped from Garth's lips. "I fucking well hope so.
I've just been seduced by a senior officer."
"Why don't you put in a complaint then?"
Garth pulled him in tight, kissing him again, enjoying the sensation
of tongue gliding wetly against tongue, rubbing the top of his leg
against Liam's hardening cock before breaking off to gasp for air.
"Who the hell said I was complaining?"
"Jesus..." Liam felt a smile creep onto his face. "You got any more of
that up your sleeve?"
"Not up my sleeve, no. Down me trousers is where I keep all my tricks.
Wanna see me make a dick disappear?"
"Depends on where you're going to hide it."
"Oh, I have a couple of places in mind. Your mouth for one."
He'd said it half in jest, half to see how far Liam really thought
this could go. The hungry look in his eyes told him exactly what he
needed to know.
Liam looked around them and saw a small ally way hidden in the half
shadows of the streetlights. "Do it. Here..." It was late but most of
the Friday night crowds where still in the pubs. No one would see
"We've still got a fuckin' tail on us. What about him?"
Liam just grabbed Garth by the collar dragging him into the dark ally.
"I could invite him along, but I doubt I could suck you both off at
the same time. He'd have to wait his turn."
The pair of them stumbled past a couple of large bins, finally
standing behind one of them. Liam reached out, pushing Garth up
against the wall before turning to undo the button on the top of his
"You really want this?" Garth was desperate for him to say yes now; a
dark corner of his mind asking was this part of some cover, some
attempt by the ever professional to maintain appearances. Any other
rational thought was thrown aside as his zip was pulled down and he
suddenly felt a hand slide down past the elastic of his boxers,
curving around his cock.
"Does this answer your question?"
Liam didn't wait for an answer, instead he began to slowly move his
fingers...up the length of him, then down again. Eventually finding a
rhythm that pulled a moan out of his partner.
Garth let his head fall back against the old red brick building.
"Jesus Liam. Are you trying to kill me?"
"Not if I can help it I'm not. Tell me what it feels like...me,
touching you...touching you there..."
Garth pulled in a ragged breath, before pulling his head back up to
look at his partner. "Hot," he sighed, licking his lips. "It makes me
want to ram it down your throat..."
He then felt another hand slid up the inside of his t-shirt, feeling
it run over his stomach, his muscles there reacting, contracting
slightly at the touch as it left a hot trail when finally it reached
his nipples, fingers squeezing them, sending tendrils of something
that was both pain and pleasure rippling through him, collecting in
his cock. "Fuck...More. I..."
The hand at his chest disappeared, together with the one down his
boxer's, but only for a moment as he felt the cool night air against
his legs as his trousers suddenly pooled around his ankles.
That caused Garth to focus. "Wha..."
"I said," Liam pulled him close for a savage kiss, Garth feeling him
hard through his trousers, his own dick rubbing up against the dip at
the top of his thigh. "Standing there...looking like
All of a sudden, Liam dropped to his knees and before Garth could even
question it, the head of his cock was engulfed by a warm, wet
sensation he'd only ever experienced from a woman before.
His hands reached out blindly, the sensation more than anything he'd
ever felt with a woman simply because he'd never had this particular
experience from a man, from this man before.
Liam slowly moved his mouth away, only to begin licking at his shaft
before finally putting his hands round Garth's ass, pulling him closer
as he swallowed as much of him as he could, sucking at him as hard as
Garth could feel the familiar sensation start in the soles of his feet
and before he knew it he was coming and Liam was taking it all.
Garth felt like his legs weren't capable of holding him up anymore,
and was surprised to see Liam fall onto his backside. Garth just slid
down the wall until he was on eye level with Liam.
Liam, who was licking his lips again and bringing a finger up to his
mouth to catch a little over spill Smiling, he licked it off, finally
sucking his finger into his mouth.
A chuckle escaped from Garth. "That was..."
Liam nodded. "I know. Wanna do it again?"
"Definitely. Think you can wait until we get back to mine?"
Liam trailed a hand over his hard cock through his own jeans. "I
suppose. You up for it?"
It was a serious question asked in jest, but Garth caught it's
meaning. He stood, puling up his clothes and tucking his shirt back
in. "I'm always up for it me." He reached out a hand and pulled his
partner to his feet, drawing him close for a searing kiss, tasting the
bitter-salty taste of himself there along with the dry taste of
cigarettes and the beer. He smiled against Liam's mouth, talking
against his lips. "Let's get back to my place. You can call in to H.Q.
from there, let them know we're ok and then we can get down to some
serious work under some covers for a change."
* * * * *
Hidden, having watched it all, but not within earshot, the man who had
been following his boss's latest dealer smirked at the sight in front
"What are you doing?"
He jumped at the touch on his shoulder, but it was only Phil, the guy
who had been in the pub keeping an eye on Garth.
He nodded his head in the direction of the bins, where he could just
see the two men standing to their feet.
"Garth found himself a cocksucker, the fucking fag. I don't understand
why Eddie wants anything to do with him."
Phil slapped Mike around the head. "Cause he's offering us more trade
you stupid piece of shit." He paused as he heard the sound of the two
men moving. Pulling the younger man out of the way, the crossed the
street to Phil's car.
"You sure you saw what you saw?"
Mike just laughed at the memory. "Oh yeah. Definitely." He opened the
car door and climbed in. "Why?"
Phil climbed into the drivers seat. "Eddie wasn't sure he was what he
was claiming to be, but if you saw what you saw..."
"I did. The guy he's picked up sucked him off. It was disgusting. I
don't know how they can do something like that with another bloke..."
Phil started the car, fighting the urge to slap the kid again. "Good.
That means we don't have to kill him then, and Eddie can get on with
The car slowly pulled away from the curb, the two police officers
coming out of the alleyway spotting the men who had been following
them but ignoring it, just like they were trained to do. They had
other things on their minds.
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