|Title: Plan B
Fandom: Thief Takers
Date: November 2000
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Bob discovers there's a catch to using Paul's emotional
Notes: Based on the episode "Nasty Boys" where it seems pretty
Bob isn't as straight as he thought he was at the start of the show. For
those who haven't seen the episode, Bob Tate goes undercover as a
to Paul Valera, the driver for a gang of thieves. During the assignment,
grows to care for the man he only wanted to use to make the case. Thanks
Debbie for the tape and inspiration.
Bob remembered the wild beat, the rhythmic pounding as Paul danced with
stranger, the younger man's eyes glassy from too much drink. Sweat
down Bob's thighs, his randy cock straining the jeans in frustration. He
watched from the bar as his target grabbed the boy's face and kissed
the while staring in his direction, taunting him, daring him to act.
And he did. The unexpected anger raged through him as he rushed into the
crowd, pulling Paul from the dance floor. He wanted to slap the bitch,
let him know who played the better mind games, but restrained himself.
B didn't include the jealous lover routine in public, at least not yet.
Paul's accusatory words played over in his mind. Lies and secrets
their lives, keeping a wall between them. Paul still believed the
about his sister for christsakes. Bob's gut knotted at the dread of
the pinpoint in time when Paul might find out what a heartless sod he
Wiping his face with a tired hand, Bob refocused on the present and
the dark stretch of road ahead. "Where are we? Your place is in the
"I know." After a slight pause, Paul's soft voice added,
"I needed to drive
around a bit."
Glancing over, Bob took in the exhausted features, the skin even more
the eerie glow from the dash. "You okay?"
"I'm about to grass my best mate so he can spend the rest of his
in prison. I feel like a fucking Judas."
"Feeling sorry for yourself then?"
Frowning, Paul took a sharp turn and increased his speed. "Sod
"Turn the car around and let's go home."
"It's early yet."
"It's after midnight."
"Just turn the bloody car around, Paul. I don't have time for any
your stupid games."
Paul smirked. "Still going on about the wee kiss? Got you going,
"Don't flatter yourself."
Without warning, Paul pulled off the road, the engine still racing as
hands gripped the wheel. "I can't do this. You can't ask me to do
I've known Chris my whole life."
Bob touched his shoulder gently, keeping the words low and patient.
could break. "Steady on, mate. You have to."
"You want your dad to die alone?"
"Bastard." The word hissed out between clenched teeth, loaded
Bob pulled back, pride stung, his spine straight. "I'm not the one
petrol on people, am I? That's your mate Chris. Nice bloke, that
"You don't know him."
Paul remained quiet before he finally spoke in a hush. "At school
he was the
only one between me and dying."
"Don't be so fucking melodramatic."
"You don't know what it's like to be the boy at the end of
Chris kept me safe."
"Days gone, Paul. Things change. Now, turn the car around and let's
home. We've both had a long day and tomorrow will be a lot longer."
Without answering, keeping his eyes trained on the road, Paul maneuvered
turn. Heading back toward town, he remained silent, his face tight and
Reaching the younger man's flat, he parked and they both got out to
awkwardly in front of the building. "Come in for a bit."
Uneasy, Bob shook his head. "I can't. I need to get back and call
Stepping in close, his open hand on Bob's chest, Paul whispered,
around, but they're watching. You don't come in, they'll want to know
Eyes narrowed, Bob studied the face for a clue, some flicker of deceit,
found nothing but concern. "You sure?"
"Trust me. I know how it works. Chris might've vouched for you, but
not in yet. Come inside and I'll fix us a drink. They won't stay out
"And if they do?"
Paul hooked the back of his neck, pulling his face closer. "Then
Playing to the surveillance, Bob hugged him briefly and then nudged the
slender body towards the stairs. "Enough floorshow for the night,
"Don't be shy."
"Shut it." Frustrated and tired, Bob followed Paul into his
flat, fuming as
the younger man locked the door and fetched a deep whiskey for them
sipped the amber liquid, the fire burning his throat, the heat spreading
through his belly like velvety fingers. His muscles relaxed and he
the tease and whisper as alcohol buffered his troubled nerves. After a
more minutes, he slumped onto the sofa and finished it off before
the glass. "Another."
"You driving home?"
"You're not my mum. Besides, have to make it look good, eh? I
hour should be enough."
"No sleep over then?"
"Lonely more like." Bob glanced up into the cheerless face,
blue eyes staring back as Paul handed him another full drink with a
hand. "I don't think I can do this. Too much to think about. Too
chances to change my mind. I could pick up the phone and call Chris
Tonight's too fucking long to be alone. Don't leave."
Lightning flashed as Bob finally understood the play. Brilliant copper
was. "No one's watching downstairs."
"I just wanted you to stay."
"How's it feel then?"
Bob took a deep breath before he tasted more whiskey, the fuzzy edges of
thoughts less frantic, less ready to run wild inside his head. He set
empty glass down and then rubbed his face with one hand. "I sleep
"But the bed's a double."
"You never give up."
"If that were true, I'd have told you and your guv to bugger
off." Paul sat
down beside him, the cushion sagging. "As it is, I just need you to
from jumping off the roof for the night."
Suddenly angry, Bob snapped, "Don't talk like that."
Confused, Paul met his gaze. "What do you care? Think it might
"It's not about that." The heat of Paul's body pushed against
him as the
younger man palmed his chest. Grabbing the nervous hand in his own, he
it still over his heart. "This will be done soon. You'll be free of
Shaking his head, Paul frowned. "My dad's dying and I'm betraying
friend. What's free about that?"
The truthful words whittled away his will power and Bob closed his eyes,
cock awake again, Paul's needy voice calling. "You'll be free of
A gentle finger traced his ear lovingly, the tender touch firing his
don't want that. You?"
Without thinking, Bob turned and cupped the back of Paul's head, pulling
close, his lips capturing the younger man's mouth. The slight gasp
the air, the whiskey smooth on his lover's tongue. Parting slightly, Bob
whispered, "Where's the bloody bed then?"
Paul paused, but smiled and stood up, tugging him to his feet. Body
sluggish, Bob followed, his brain dizzy with too much whiskey and want.
the bedroom, Paul stripped off quickly, his clothes piled on a chair as
crawled into the bed naked, the white sheets already pulled back. In the
light he lay on his side against the stack of pillows, one leg up as he
smoothed the bed beside him. He wet his lips before he whispered,
Near paralyzed, Bob stood still, his breathing weighted with doubt.
hands fumbled to unzip tight jeans and awkward feet toed off his shoes
he peeled off his T-shirt and briefs. Sitting on the edge of the bed,
head spun with the reality of his decision. A warm hand stroked his bare
back and shoulder, the soothing touch sending electric sizzles down his
spine. Lying back, he swallowed hard as the other man pressed his whole
over him, their ragged breathing loud in his ears. An eager tongue
his chin and then a mouth latched onto his, the slick heat overwhelming.
own desire rocked him as he bucked up, his cock rubbing against Paul's
his own gut fired up and tingling. Desire rumbled up through him, his
growing with each thrust. Pulling away briefly, his lungs struggling to
up, he hissed, "Roll over."
Without hesitation, Paul complied, raising his hips and ass up as he
"I have condoms in the side drawer."
Paul writhed as Bob massaged his ass cheeks, wetting his finger with
before fingering his hole. The soft moans spurred Bob to smile before he
reached for what he needed. Opening the package quickly, he rolled the
condom on. He squirted some lubricant into his palm and stroked himself
few times before kneeling into position between the spread legs. Using
hand to steady Paul's hips, he used the other to finger fuck the slick
few more times, his lover's whimpers and musky scent making him even
hard. Holding the base of his cock, he eased into the puckered ring and
at the tightness, each gentle thrust taking him deeper. Closing his
leaned over Paul's back as he settled completely inside, his balls
throbbing with a wonderful ache.
How many times had women refused him this pleasure? Paul gave it freely
he took it. Jesus. So fucking tight, so fucking good.
An urgent shove against his crotch came with a plea. "Please. Don't
"Like I bloody well could." Without anymore words, Bob began
his rhythm, the
thrusts slow and even, going deep, all the way in and then out again.
Sometimes grinding and sometimes rotating against Paul's ass, he
his control. The winding build of pressure through his belly waved along
brain and back again, the urgency gaining power as he picked up force
speed. He rammed in as Paul shuddered and jerked in his arms, his own
magnified as he held the man even tighter. White light flashed behinds
squeezed lids and the release filled him as he bucked that last time,
cock exploding pure pleasure to every cell, the meaning of life
down to a matter of a few perfect seconds.
Labored breathing and satisfaction kept him tame as Bob withdrew and
to the side to clean off. He remained quiet as Paul did the same before
turning to snuggle in, his lover's forehead resting on his sweaty chest.
Pulling up the sheets to cover them both, Bob relaxed and relished the
stillness. Fingering the soft blond hair, he closed his eyes, drifting,
body sated and pleased.
A whisper wrecked his whole night. "I love you."
"You don't mean that, Paul. You don't know me."
"I know enough. You're a bastard and a copper, but it doesn't
Sighing, Bob tried to sit up only to have Paul hold him still, the
of the smaller man surprising. "Don't pull away. Please. I know you
love me back. I just needed to say it. I'm tired of lies."
Surrendering, Bob shook his head in weary dismay and settled back down
against the pillows. "You're a fool then."
Frowning, Bob ran his hand over the smooth arm, stroking back and forth
gently as Paul cuddled against his chest. "What do you want from
"The truth is, I'll do my job. I'll keep you safe while we get your
but then I'll move on."
"I'll be alone."
"I know. I'm sorry."
Paul didn't answer, but his breathing thickened and his silent, hot
spilled against Bob's skin. Holding him tightly, the older man rested
chin on his lover's head and blinked away his own blurring vision.
dependence didn't come free, did it? His guv would kill him if he found
what he'd paid, what he'd pay again in a heartbeat.
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