Fandom: The Bill
Pairing: Craig Gilmore/Luke Ashton
Rating: I'd go for heavy R, but we'll say NC-17 to be safe
Series: Arg. Yes.
It had to happen eventually.
It happened on the 3am nightshift, after a long and trying night. SO19
were called to a domestic hostage situation, and Craig Gilmore was
Too exhausted even, to take any notice of Luke. His eyes flicked by
Luke and Kerry's brushing hands as he swept by. He didn't even bother
to nod. Tired, hungry and cranky, and going home to an empty bed in a
rather depressing house. Sean had taken theirs, and he had moved into
an old detached fifteen minutes away.
Shower, home, tea, bed.
He turned on the shower, and walked back into the lockers to dump hs
clothes. He never really had felt at home in communal showers, too
many nasty jokes and off-colour wall drawings.
But it was empty now, and only shades of the past remained.
Luke waved Kerry off at the front, too tired to face another night
of failed sex and Kerry's hurt eyes. The first time had been the only
time. Still fired up from The Kiss, as he'd come to capitalise
it,he'd gone for it. And felt like a shit all the while after. His
flatmate had by now probably either forgotten to turn the boiler on or
had used all the hot water. He headed for the showers.
Craig heard someone arrive, but assumed it was Tony, who looked as
bashed in as he felt. Tony who'd told Luke not to mess Kerry around.
And to be fair, he was right. Craig would have said so even if he'd
not had his own interest in Luke. But he wouldn't tell Kerry that,
because despite the fact that gay men and straight women were meant to
be natural allies, Kerry tended to either squeak or glare defiantly in
his presence. Life wasn't all fuzzy, camp <I>Will and Grace</I> antics
Luke recognised the back instantly. The shoulders and height
matched only Craig Gilmore. More muscular than a first glance might
suggest, and even he in his confused state could tell that Craig was
sexy naked. He felt his stomach knot amd squirm, and a heat that had
nothing to do with the steamy water set in.
He sensed that the was a Moment (the capitals thing was getting out of
hand). He could take this chance. He could have hot, steamy sex here
and now, or he could wash, and leave, and go back to his emtpy bed and
have a wank to the soundtrack of Craig's pants in his head.
Well, that strange voice in his head said <I>Duh</I>. This was the
same voice that had informed him Craig would be a fantastic kisser, so
he had every reason to trust it.
The sensation of a hand on his shoulder made Craig spin round. No
Tony, but Luke, looking serious, and intense.
Luke reached over to kiss him, but he pulled away slightly, stopping
"Don't start anything you're not ready to finish."
"Don't worry." Luke replied, and kissed him. Like The Kiss, this was
hot, and serious. It was do-me-now-please kiss. this time with bare
skin. Luke felt he should be panicking, but he couldn't. Craig's skin
was so soft, and his hands were firm were they touched. Firm, but not
grabby or demanding. His own hands were currently stroking Craig's
ass, and pulling them into closer contact.
The first sensation of Craig's hardness was alien, but it made Luke's
own harden in reply.
Craig was kissing his neck, rocking against him slowly.
The movement set off sparks in Luke, and he ground himself up against
Craig, re-taking his mouth.
The grinding got faster and didn't last long, Luke coming first with a
harsh gasp and Craig a few seconds later, biting his lip to keep from
They kissed again, before Craig broke away, and squeezed Luke's hand
and walked into the locker room.
Luke washed the remains of his come off his chest and walked out.
Where Craig had been was a note-
My house, tomorrow at 8pm.
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