Fic: To the last drop
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kelly_girl
Title: To the last drop
Pairing:Dean Burris/Carter Shaw
Fandom: Dark Blue
Disclaimer: Not mine, no moolah being made
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Takes place right after 'K-Town'
A/N: This is
Carter
This is
Dean
Together they fight crime.
There are other hot people involved too. I blame this fic on Dylan Mcdermott's smirk and his stupidly hot hair.
Big thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slashyme for her evil encouragement and beta skills.
Summary: Dean is at the end of his rope
Dean leaned his forehead against the steering wheel, the soft click of Jaime’s door still echoing in his head. He’d turned stupid with her, letting her get to him just the tiniest bit only to have it backfire on him. She’d come to her senses soon enough and realize Scott couldn’t give her even half of what she really needed.
He started the car. That didn’t mean she’d come back to him, but fucking her had allowed him to focus on something besides the case and the stomach churning confusion of seeing Ty be happy outside of the job.
Earlier he’d spied on Ty and Melissa, trying to see what made them work, until he realized he was acting like a stalker. It just took so much to come back and be himself after each undercover assignment and he wanted to understand how the others did it.
When he’d seen the body bag and heard the click of the gun, he’d known he was dead, knew Carter would get there too late and find him with his head blown off. After the adrenaline wore off he thought, who would care? Carter would, a little, but he’d find another crazy cop soon enough. Ty would be sad but have Melissa to care for him, while Jaime, she’d just think it was her fault or some other bullshit.
Dean wasn’t surprised when he ended up at Carter’s. Was it just yesterday that Carter had come to his apartment and looked around then studied him like he knew something Dean didn’t? It had made having Jaime hiding just around the corner a little like he felt during an op; ready for something to pop off if Carter saw her, or remaining calm as Carter left, the adrenaline rush from almost getting caught like the very best drug sizzling in his system.
Later at her place when her boyfriend had shown up, Dean almost wished the guy had barged in and caught him making the bed. The guy was an idiot. Who trusted their hot girlfriend’s work associate while they were being cozy all up in her apartment?
He sat in the car a minute but knew if he didn’t go in, Carter would just come out and drag him in for some uncomfortable talking.
The door was unlocked and two beers sat sweating on the coffee table. He heard the toilet flush and Carter walked in barefoot and drying his hands on a towel. He sat on the couch and made a gesture for Dean to sit down.
Dean sat in a chair and opened one of the beers. He drank until he had to take a breath, all the while waiting on Carter to say something, anything to make him feel like he wasn’t about to fall off the edge of the world.
Carter drank his beer and rolled the bottle between his hands. He sighed and sat the bottle down before looking Dean in the eye. The silence grew as Dean tried not to flinch or blurt out anything. It was an interrogation technique to make the guilty try and fill the silence with words.
“What do you need, Dean?”
Dean shrugged and finished his beer. He was tired, the drive and desire to bullshit Carter absent and he seriously considered the question, instead of ignoring it.
“I don’t know. Isn’t that your job, to tell me what I need?”
Carter just looked at him like any minute Dean was going to break down and confess all his sins starting at age 10 when he stole Tommy Donavan’s bike. He stared as Carter got up and held one hand out. Dean bit his bottom lip and didn’t move. The hand stayed there and when he took it, it was warm with calluses that spoke of Carter’s belief in the more firepower, the better.
Dean expected Carter to give him a brief pat on the back and let him have the couch, but when he was standing, Carter didn’t let go and didn’t stop studying him, his eyes dark and thoughtful.
“You need to shut your brain down awhile?”
Dean looked away, not comfortable with Carter reading him so well. A hand covered the back of his neck and he looked at his boss in shock. Then he tried to cover the shock by making sure no emotion showed on his face. He didn’t know what Carter was doing but the near miss he’d had tonight wasn’t dominating his thoughts anymore.
A few more minutes with only the sound of them breathing then Carter let him go and walked away. He was calm like he knew what was going on and Dean wished he would let him know but wasn’t that Carter to a tee? Keeping all cards close to the vest until he decided what needed to be known.
Carter turned around, his shirt halfway unbuttoned. Dean felt stupid for not guessing this earlier. Carter took care of people, his people. So if Dean needed this, Carter would do it and in a few days there’d be another case and he’d be someone else while Carter gave instructions and made sure the entire house of cards didn’t fall apart.
“You coming?”
Dean’s smirk matched Carter’s as he followed him into the bedroom.
This wasn’t the first time he’d had to act interested in a guy, but those times were when he was someone else, undercover and knowing that soon the case would be closed. This wasn’t an act but a body was a body, right?
Carter pulled him closer and kissed him. Dean’s world stopped and then restarted when he opened his mouth. Their tongues fought until Dean groaned and let Carter have his way.
Dean always knew Carter was good at stuff, but when he felt cool air on his chest he was more than a little surprised to find his jacket and shirt gone. Cool fingers touched his hip and headed for his jeans. One light brush over a spot and he snorted and tried not to laugh. Carter smiled, a real smile and Dean knew he might be in big trouble.
“I’ll come back there later.”
Dean shook his head like he didn’t care and pushed Carter’s shirt off his shoulders. He let his fingers glide over arms and chest before tracing Carter’s belly button while the man made short work of Dean’s button and zipper. The hand that reached in and pulled his cock out wasn’t gentle but it wasn’t rough either. Maybe Carter thought he was going to run if he didn’t do this with a little caution but Dean was ready to do this.
“What now? We gonna stand here or get down to business?”
Carter laughed and let his other hand flick over Dean’s nipples. Dean returned the favor before getting pushed down onto Carter’s messy bed. The sheets smelled like Carter; some faint cologne, sweat and a whiff of metallic that came from weapons and adrenaline.
They were both naked and Dean relished the heavy weight on top of him. Lips and teeth traveled over his neck before sucking while Carter grabbed his dick and started pumping. Dean tried to get his fingers on Carter’s cock but hands blocked him and Carter’s words were whispered and rough.
“No. Pay attention.”
So Dean relaxed and let Carter do what he wanted. He groaned as Carter handled him like a pro, then smiled at the thought of telling his boss that. A sharp tug got his attention and he blinked at Carter’s intense look as he studied Dean like he was trying to figure out a puzzle.
“You still thinking about earlier?”
The question was accompanied with by a slick twirl of Carter’s thumb around the head of his dick so Dean answered honestly.
“Not really, though if you wanted to get down there with your mouth that’d be fine too.”
Carter laughed and gave him a smile that had Dean getting a little harder. He shuddered as Carter continued to stroke and jerk him off. A lick down the middle of his chest and Dean was ready to come.
Carter lifted his head and smirked and no that smirk wasn’t hot as fuck.
“Maybe next time.”
His hand sped up and Dean tried really hard to keep from coming like some kid, but it was all too much and his orgasm slammed into him like a freight train and he was coming and babbling something while Carter kept milking him and watching him and he didn’t want Carter to see him like this, so he threw an arm over his eyes and tried to breathe.
A hand moved his arm and he blinked and watched Carter study him like some puzzle. Carter’s body was sweaty and his hips moved as his dick slipped and slid over the come splattered on Dean’s stomach and hip. Carter panted and moved faster before shuddering and coming.
Dean lay there, Carter resting on him and wondered what came next. Carter yawned and got up, his hair sticking up more than usual and Dean wanted to laugh and mock, but he’d helped it get like that and now something was stuck in his throat. He watched Carter’s ass as the man walked lazy and satisfied to the bathroom.
When the door shut he closed his eyes and dozed until something warm and wet landed on his crotch. He yelped and grabbed the washcloth, frowning and using it. He was tempted to throw it at Carter’s face, but he got the feeling that might not go over so well and the man had made him come pretty hard.
Carter smirked like he knew what Dean was thinking.
“I ordered a pizza and while it’s fine with me if you want to eat naked I feel that I must warn you that I’ll probably jump you again.”
Dean laughed and opened a dresser drawer. He didn’t question his deliberate confiscation of a clean pair of Carter’s boxers but the heated look he got made his stomach flutter.
After the pizza and a partial basketball game watched on the couch, plus three more beers, Dean groaned and stood up.
“Guess I’ll get out of your hair.”
He stretched and wandered back to the bedroom. He was bending over, wondering where the hell his pants were when Carter came in and climbed in bed.
“You’ve been drinking, get in the bed.”
Dean agreed with that, but before he could stop his mouth a question popped out.
“That the only reason?”
Shit, shit, Dean thought. Why did he even have to go there? This was going to end just like it had at Jaime’s apartment or Carter would get some weird look on his face and Dean would have to face the possibility that he was a pity fuck.
Carter shrugged.
“No. Now you want to talk or get some sleep? Just because this happened doesn’t mean tomorrow I go easy on you.”
Dean snorted and sank down into the sheets. The room was dark, quiet, and cool After a few minutes he started to get sleepy. Carter’s voice sounded no less ominous just because he couldn’t see his face.
“I know you and Jaime had some ‘thing’ going on but you need to understand that she’s not for you.”
Dean wanted to ask what the hell that meant but he was tired of it all.
“She’s back with her stupid boyfriend.”
Carter then proved why he was the best.
“I know.”
Dean turned over onto his stomach and closed his eyes. Tomorrow he’d go back to needing no one and he’d put all of this behind him.
End
Pairing:Dean Burris/Carter Shaw
Fandom: Dark Blue
Disclaimer: Not mine, no moolah being made
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Takes place right after 'K-Town'
A/N: This is
CarterThis is
DeanTogether they fight crime.
There are other hot people involved too. I blame this fic on Dylan Mcdermott's smirk and his stupidly hot hair.
Big thanks to
slashyme for her evil encouragement and beta skills.Summary: Dean is at the end of his rope
Dean leaned his forehead against the steering wheel, the soft click of Jaime’s door still echoing in his head. He’d turned stupid with her, letting her get to him just the tiniest bit only to have it backfire on him. She’d come to her senses soon enough and realize Scott couldn’t give her even half of what she really needed.
He started the car. That didn’t mean she’d come back to him, but fucking her had allowed him to focus on something besides the case and the stomach churning confusion of seeing Ty be happy outside of the job.
Earlier he’d spied on Ty and Melissa, trying to see what made them work, until he realized he was acting like a stalker. It just took so much to come back and be himself after each undercover assignment and he wanted to understand how the others did it.
When he’d seen the body bag and heard the click of the gun, he’d known he was dead, knew Carter would get there too late and find him with his head blown off. After the adrenaline wore off he thought, who would care? Carter would, a little, but he’d find another crazy cop soon enough. Ty would be sad but have Melissa to care for him, while Jaime, she’d just think it was her fault or some other bullshit.
Dean wasn’t surprised when he ended up at Carter’s. Was it just yesterday that Carter had come to his apartment and looked around then studied him like he knew something Dean didn’t? It had made having Jaime hiding just around the corner a little like he felt during an op; ready for something to pop off if Carter saw her, or remaining calm as Carter left, the adrenaline rush from almost getting caught like the very best drug sizzling in his system.
Later at her place when her boyfriend had shown up, Dean almost wished the guy had barged in and caught him making the bed. The guy was an idiot. Who trusted their hot girlfriend’s work associate while they were being cozy all up in her apartment?
He sat in the car a minute but knew if he didn’t go in, Carter would just come out and drag him in for some uncomfortable talking.
The door was unlocked and two beers sat sweating on the coffee table. He heard the toilet flush and Carter walked in barefoot and drying his hands on a towel. He sat on the couch and made a gesture for Dean to sit down.
Dean sat in a chair and opened one of the beers. He drank until he had to take a breath, all the while waiting on Carter to say something, anything to make him feel like he wasn’t about to fall off the edge of the world.
Carter drank his beer and rolled the bottle between his hands. He sighed and sat the bottle down before looking Dean in the eye. The silence grew as Dean tried not to flinch or blurt out anything. It was an interrogation technique to make the guilty try and fill the silence with words.
“What do you need, Dean?”
Dean shrugged and finished his beer. He was tired, the drive and desire to bullshit Carter absent and he seriously considered the question, instead of ignoring it.
“I don’t know. Isn’t that your job, to tell me what I need?”
Carter just looked at him like any minute Dean was going to break down and confess all his sins starting at age 10 when he stole Tommy Donavan’s bike. He stared as Carter got up and held one hand out. Dean bit his bottom lip and didn’t move. The hand stayed there and when he took it, it was warm with calluses that spoke of Carter’s belief in the more firepower, the better.
Dean expected Carter to give him a brief pat on the back and let him have the couch, but when he was standing, Carter didn’t let go and didn’t stop studying him, his eyes dark and thoughtful.
“You need to shut your brain down awhile?”
Dean looked away, not comfortable with Carter reading him so well. A hand covered the back of his neck and he looked at his boss in shock. Then he tried to cover the shock by making sure no emotion showed on his face. He didn’t know what Carter was doing but the near miss he’d had tonight wasn’t dominating his thoughts anymore.
A few more minutes with only the sound of them breathing then Carter let him go and walked away. He was calm like he knew what was going on and Dean wished he would let him know but wasn’t that Carter to a tee? Keeping all cards close to the vest until he decided what needed to be known.
Carter turned around, his shirt halfway unbuttoned. Dean felt stupid for not guessing this earlier. Carter took care of people, his people. So if Dean needed this, Carter would do it and in a few days there’d be another case and he’d be someone else while Carter gave instructions and made sure the entire house of cards didn’t fall apart.
“You coming?”
Dean’s smirk matched Carter’s as he followed him into the bedroom.
This wasn’t the first time he’d had to act interested in a guy, but those times were when he was someone else, undercover and knowing that soon the case would be closed. This wasn’t an act but a body was a body, right?
Carter pulled him closer and kissed him. Dean’s world stopped and then restarted when he opened his mouth. Their tongues fought until Dean groaned and let Carter have his way.
Dean always knew Carter was good at stuff, but when he felt cool air on his chest he was more than a little surprised to find his jacket and shirt gone. Cool fingers touched his hip and headed for his jeans. One light brush over a spot and he snorted and tried not to laugh. Carter smiled, a real smile and Dean knew he might be in big trouble.
“I’ll come back there later.”
Dean shook his head like he didn’t care and pushed Carter’s shirt off his shoulders. He let his fingers glide over arms and chest before tracing Carter’s belly button while the man made short work of Dean’s button and zipper. The hand that reached in and pulled his cock out wasn’t gentle but it wasn’t rough either. Maybe Carter thought he was going to run if he didn’t do this with a little caution but Dean was ready to do this.
“What now? We gonna stand here or get down to business?”
Carter laughed and let his other hand flick over Dean’s nipples. Dean returned the favor before getting pushed down onto Carter’s messy bed. The sheets smelled like Carter; some faint cologne, sweat and a whiff of metallic that came from weapons and adrenaline.
They were both naked and Dean relished the heavy weight on top of him. Lips and teeth traveled over his neck before sucking while Carter grabbed his dick and started pumping. Dean tried to get his fingers on Carter’s cock but hands blocked him and Carter’s words were whispered and rough.
“No. Pay attention.”
So Dean relaxed and let Carter do what he wanted. He groaned as Carter handled him like a pro, then smiled at the thought of telling his boss that. A sharp tug got his attention and he blinked at Carter’s intense look as he studied Dean like he was trying to figure out a puzzle.
“You still thinking about earlier?”
The question was accompanied with by a slick twirl of Carter’s thumb around the head of his dick so Dean answered honestly.
“Not really, though if you wanted to get down there with your mouth that’d be fine too.”
Carter laughed and gave him a smile that had Dean getting a little harder. He shuddered as Carter continued to stroke and jerk him off. A lick down the middle of his chest and Dean was ready to come.
Carter lifted his head and smirked and no that smirk wasn’t hot as fuck.
“Maybe next time.”
His hand sped up and Dean tried really hard to keep from coming like some kid, but it was all too much and his orgasm slammed into him like a freight train and he was coming and babbling something while Carter kept milking him and watching him and he didn’t want Carter to see him like this, so he threw an arm over his eyes and tried to breathe.
A hand moved his arm and he blinked and watched Carter study him like some puzzle. Carter’s body was sweaty and his hips moved as his dick slipped and slid over the come splattered on Dean’s stomach and hip. Carter panted and moved faster before shuddering and coming.
Dean lay there, Carter resting on him and wondered what came next. Carter yawned and got up, his hair sticking up more than usual and Dean wanted to laugh and mock, but he’d helped it get like that and now something was stuck in his throat. He watched Carter’s ass as the man walked lazy and satisfied to the bathroom.
When the door shut he closed his eyes and dozed until something warm and wet landed on his crotch. He yelped and grabbed the washcloth, frowning and using it. He was tempted to throw it at Carter’s face, but he got the feeling that might not go over so well and the man had made him come pretty hard.
Carter smirked like he knew what Dean was thinking.
“I ordered a pizza and while it’s fine with me if you want to eat naked I feel that I must warn you that I’ll probably jump you again.”
Dean laughed and opened a dresser drawer. He didn’t question his deliberate confiscation of a clean pair of Carter’s boxers but the heated look he got made his stomach flutter.
After the pizza and a partial basketball game watched on the couch, plus three more beers, Dean groaned and stood up.
“Guess I’ll get out of your hair.”
He stretched and wandered back to the bedroom. He was bending over, wondering where the hell his pants were when Carter came in and climbed in bed.
“You’ve been drinking, get in the bed.”
Dean agreed with that, but before he could stop his mouth a question popped out.
“That the only reason?”
Shit, shit, Dean thought. Why did he even have to go there? This was going to end just like it had at Jaime’s apartment or Carter would get some weird look on his face and Dean would have to face the possibility that he was a pity fuck.
Carter shrugged.
“No. Now you want to talk or get some sleep? Just because this happened doesn’t mean tomorrow I go easy on you.”
Dean snorted and sank down into the sheets. The room was dark, quiet, and cool After a few minutes he started to get sleepy. Carter’s voice sounded no less ominous just because he couldn’t see his face.
“I know you and Jaime had some ‘thing’ going on but you need to understand that she’s not for you.”
Dean wanted to ask what the hell that meant but he was tired of it all.
“She’s back with her stupid boyfriend.”
Carter then proved why he was the best.
“I know.”
Dean turned over onto his stomach and closed his eyes. Tomorrow he’d go back to needing no one and he’d put all of this behind him.
End
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Date: 2009-08-16 06:40 pm (UTC)Tomorrow he’d go back to needing no one and he’d put all of this behind him.
I bet (hope) Carter won't let him.
And now I really want some UC Carter/Dean. *licks lips*
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Date: 2009-08-16 06:55 pm (UTC)Shhh! No undercover bunnies! Cause Carter would be unexpectedly jealous and Dean would be teasing him until Carter pulled him into some closet and screwed him senseless.
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Date: 2009-08-17 01:58 am (UTC)Wait. That's a problem?
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Date: 2009-08-17 08:36 pm (UTC)*Runs from bunny*
*Shakes fist at you*
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Date: 2009-08-18 12:25 am (UTC)You love me, and you know you love the idea. On one hand, there's the public sex/heavy flirting/foreplay angle outside of a job. On the other, there's the classic and cliched hooker/pimp (or escort/madame) situation.
*runs and hides*
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Date: 2009-08-18 12:55 am (UTC)You know I can't resist the lure of hooker fic!
Darn you and your diabolical brain!
Hooker Dean is all about rough trade, baby.
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Date: 2009-08-18 01:03 am (UTC)You know, there could be back licking/nibbling/stroking, too.
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Date: 2009-08-18 02:25 am (UTC)Scruffy!Hooker!Undercover!Dean. Damn. That's hotter than hot and then Carter showing up and they have to go through with it because the room is bugged or something.
I never should have read 'Mayflower Madam' when I was in my pre-teens.
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Date: 2009-08-22 07:07 am (UTC)Although public sex would also be hot.
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Date: 2009-08-17 12:09 pm (UTC)Also, I mentioned your fic to someone and commented that you may have linked to it from either
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Date: 2009-08-17 01:28 pm (UTC)Carter kept milking him and watching him and he didn’t want Carter to see him like this, so he threw an arm over his eyes and tried to breathe.
Oh, Dean, you silly boy. Carter sees everything; Carter knows what you need. :D
This looks like the beginning of a whole new kind of relationship. Love it!
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Date: 2009-08-17 08:39 pm (UTC)Carter and Dean are two stubborn men and Carter knows he could break through and get to the root of whatever Dean's problem is but then Dean would be all pissy and pouty so he's waiting and taking that wall down brick by brick.
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2009-08-17 08:37 pm (UTC)Thanks for the rec!
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Date: 2009-08-17 09:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-16 10:42 pm (UTC)The on screen dynamic between those two speaks either of them having an on/off relationship for years which means they know each other and their bullshit so well it makes lying nearly impossible. Or if they aren't together yet it's about damn time Carter takes care of Dean before the later does something stupid enough to get himself killed.
This was just perfect. Thank you so much!
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Date: 2009-08-17 08:41 pm (UTC)Carter and Dean have something going on and I may need to explore it with more stories involving fighting and copious amounts of make up sex.
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Date: 2009-08-17 09:39 pm (UTC)*wibble* Well, if you think you must, who am I to tell you differently?!! *g*
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Date: 2009-08-18 12:50 am (UTC)All I can say to that is: "Yes, please!" Wholeheartedly.