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gonerunningaway) wrote2012-08-30 04:12 am
gonerunningaway) wrote2012-08-30 04:12 am
Tide-Water Dogs, Chapter Five
Title: Tide-Water Dogs, Chapter Five
Fandom: The Departed
Rating: NC-17
Word Count (this chapter): 1,214
Warnings this chapter (highlight to view): Explicit sex.
Chapter Five
Sean feels sure that the T wouldn’t have gotten so old so fast if Queenan hadn’t said it would. But he did, and it has, so Sean spends Saturday in hell, also known as car shopping.
He has the income to get a new car financed, the savings to put a decent chunk down on it, and since he doesn’t need or want anything too great, he winds up with a grey Camry, a sedan that looks every inch a cop car. And then he spends hours getting approved for the loan, getting insurance, making his down payment, setting up a payment plan, everything. With seven grand down—and seven grand less in his savings account, goddammit—he only has about five grand left to pay off. If he stays in the apartment instead of getting a better one, he’ll have it paid off inside a year. That one, he’ll have to consider.
His building has a small lot, and he finally puts his designated space to a good use. He’ll be able to drive to work now instead of standing in a crowded subway car, take his car when he and Queenan are meeting with undercovers if Queenan doesn’t want to drive, drive to dates instead of walking if he wants.
This car just might make him lazy.
The rest of Saturday is just as hellish as buying the car; he redoes his budget projection for the year, figuring in his new car payments and then how much he’ll need to pay monthly to get it paid off fast. That’s probably out of reach for this year, unless he dips into his savings again, but by next May, he’ll have it done, and he can afford an apartment that’s a couple hundred more a month if he does that. Of course, if he stays in this apartment…
Four versions of the budget later, he has an idea of where he’s going through December and how much he’ll have in savings by then. He’ll probably end up moving in October, before it starts snowing and after the heat is gone.
Sunday has to be far more interesting than Saturday. He grabs his pager, dresses in jeans and a t-shirt, and goes to meet Robert at a coffee shop. It’s one Sean picked, one with decent seating and great, cheap coffee. The plan is to get coffee, go for a walk, go to lunch, hit a movie, and probably fuck after. Sean’s good with that plan.
Robert’s waiting when Sean gets to the coffee shop; Sean smiles when he sees him and orders a coffee before joining him. “Been waiting long?”
“Only a couple of minutes.” Robert sips his coffee. “Which movie do you want to see?”
“There’s that Beatty movie, Bulworth,” Sean suggests, touching his mug to judge its temperature. Too hot to drink.
“That’s the politician who arranges a hit, right?”
Sean smirks. “On himself, yeah.”
“Yeah, that one sounds good,” Robert says with a nod. “Lunch first? I know a café that’s pretty good. Sandwiches, salads, that kind of thing.”
“Sure.” Sean leans his chair slightly back. “You don’t work weekends, do you?”
Robert shakes his head. “Not unless something extraordinary comes up at the museum. You?”
“Perk of mostly working an office,” Sean says with a grin. “Sometimes I get paged, but not often so far. When I go in, it’s usually planned.”
“How long have you been working in the office?” Robert asks.
“I can’t answer that.” Sean shrugs. “Has to do with cases and all that.”
Robert nods. “That makes sense.” Under the table, his leg brushes Sean’s. “Anything exciting happen the last couple of days?”
“Did you hear about the Van Kais arrests?” When Robert nods, Sean shrugs again. “If that’s what you call ‘exciting’.”
“What can you tell me about that?”
“Not a lot. Illegal international sales, I can give you that.” Sean’s mug feels cool enough, and he sips his coffee. “Bought a car yesterday, which was incredibly fucking boring.”
“What kind?”
“Grey Camry.” He grins. “Looks like a cruiser.”
Robert laughs. “Fitting.”
“What were your Friday and Saturday like?” Sean touches his knee to Robert’s under the table.
“We had a traveling exhibit come in, so I worked with Mary Ford—our curator—on displaying it on Friday. You should come by the museum sometime. I’ll give you a tour.”
“I’d like that,” Sean says, to his own surprise. “Maybe next weekend.”
Robert smiles. “That would work for me. And yesterday, I mostly did things around the house. Not very interesting, I’m afraid.”
“Tell me about it anyway. Has to be better than buying a car and then doing and redoing my yearly budget,” Sean says. “And I mean that. I don’t know how I didn’t fall asleep at the table.”
Robert laughs, exactly what Sean wanted, and starts talking about homeowner things like mowing the lawn, planting a vegetable garden, all that shit. He pauses after a while and says, “I wanted to build a set of shelves in the garage, but it’s the kind of thing that takes at least two sets of hands. Would you be interested in helping?”
“I’d fucking love it. I don’t have a lot of manual work to do now, but in college and when I was a kid, I made money doing that kind of shit. It helped get me through school and kept me out of trouble.” Sean finishes off his coffee and adds, “More trouble, I mean. When?”
“I need to buy the lumber and take the measurements, so two weeks, if that works for you.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Sean agrees. “I should be free. No plans right now, anyway.”
Robert takes a long drink of his coffee; Sean watches his throat work and feels his dick twitch. “Are you through?”
“Yeah.” Sean stands, picking up his mug. He and Robert return their mugs to the bin near the register and head out into the sun. Sean squints, waiting for his eyes to adjust. “Where do you want to go?”
“Down that way,” Robert suggests.
After the movie, they end up back at Robert’s, where Robert kisses Sean hard as soon as the front door is closed. Sean takes that as invitation to grope him and kiss him back, and it’s not long before they’re in Robert’s bedroom and Sean’s slicking his fingers with lube.
Under Robert’s half-gasped directions, Sean fingers him open. They kiss the whole time, tongues sliding together and biting lips, and Sean strokes Robert’s cock while Robert strokes his, and when Robert grits out, “Ready, I—come on, Sean,” Sean grabs a condom, gets it on, and shifts on the bed to thrust into him. He feels fucking amazing. That’s probably in part because Sean hasn’t fucked anyone in ages, but it’s also partly because of how tight Robert’s hole is around him versus the softness of inside him. It’s completely different from fucking a pussy, but good. Really fucking good.
He’s getting used to this whole ‘fucking a guy’ thing pretty fast, but that’s at least partly because someone else is getting him off.
He’s getting used to the ‘going on dates with a guy’ part pretty fast, too. It would be unnerving if he didn’t enjoy it so much.
Fandom: The Departed
Rating: NC-17
Word Count (this chapter): 1,214
Warnings this chapter (highlight to view): Explicit sex.
Sean feels sure that the T wouldn’t have gotten so old so fast if Queenan hadn’t said it would. But he did, and it has, so Sean spends Saturday in hell, also known as car shopping.
He has the income to get a new car financed, the savings to put a decent chunk down on it, and since he doesn’t need or want anything too great, he winds up with a grey Camry, a sedan that looks every inch a cop car. And then he spends hours getting approved for the loan, getting insurance, making his down payment, setting up a payment plan, everything. With seven grand down—and seven grand less in his savings account, goddammit—he only has about five grand left to pay off. If he stays in the apartment instead of getting a better one, he’ll have it paid off inside a year. That one, he’ll have to consider.
His building has a small lot, and he finally puts his designated space to a good use. He’ll be able to drive to work now instead of standing in a crowded subway car, take his car when he and Queenan are meeting with undercovers if Queenan doesn’t want to drive, drive to dates instead of walking if he wants.
This car just might make him lazy.
The rest of Saturday is just as hellish as buying the car; he redoes his budget projection for the year, figuring in his new car payments and then how much he’ll need to pay monthly to get it paid off fast. That’s probably out of reach for this year, unless he dips into his savings again, but by next May, he’ll have it done, and he can afford an apartment that’s a couple hundred more a month if he does that. Of course, if he stays in this apartment…
Four versions of the budget later, he has an idea of where he’s going through December and how much he’ll have in savings by then. He’ll probably end up moving in October, before it starts snowing and after the heat is gone.
Sunday has to be far more interesting than Saturday. He grabs his pager, dresses in jeans and a t-shirt, and goes to meet Robert at a coffee shop. It’s one Sean picked, one with decent seating and great, cheap coffee. The plan is to get coffee, go for a walk, go to lunch, hit a movie, and probably fuck after. Sean’s good with that plan.
Robert’s waiting when Sean gets to the coffee shop; Sean smiles when he sees him and orders a coffee before joining him. “Been waiting long?”
“Only a couple of minutes.” Robert sips his coffee. “Which movie do you want to see?”
“There’s that Beatty movie, Bulworth,” Sean suggests, touching his mug to judge its temperature. Too hot to drink.
“That’s the politician who arranges a hit, right?”
Sean smirks. “On himself, yeah.”
“Yeah, that one sounds good,” Robert says with a nod. “Lunch first? I know a café that’s pretty good. Sandwiches, salads, that kind of thing.”
“Sure.” Sean leans his chair slightly back. “You don’t work weekends, do you?”
Robert shakes his head. “Not unless something extraordinary comes up at the museum. You?”
“Perk of mostly working an office,” Sean says with a grin. “Sometimes I get paged, but not often so far. When I go in, it’s usually planned.”
“How long have you been working in the office?” Robert asks.
“I can’t answer that.” Sean shrugs. “Has to do with cases and all that.”
Robert nods. “That makes sense.” Under the table, his leg brushes Sean’s. “Anything exciting happen the last couple of days?”
“Did you hear about the Van Kais arrests?” When Robert nods, Sean shrugs again. “If that’s what you call ‘exciting’.”
“What can you tell me about that?”
“Not a lot. Illegal international sales, I can give you that.” Sean’s mug feels cool enough, and he sips his coffee. “Bought a car yesterday, which was incredibly fucking boring.”
“What kind?”
“Grey Camry.” He grins. “Looks like a cruiser.”
Robert laughs. “Fitting.”
“What were your Friday and Saturday like?” Sean touches his knee to Robert’s under the table.
“We had a traveling exhibit come in, so I worked with Mary Ford—our curator—on displaying it on Friday. You should come by the museum sometime. I’ll give you a tour.”
“I’d like that,” Sean says, to his own surprise. “Maybe next weekend.”
Robert smiles. “That would work for me. And yesterday, I mostly did things around the house. Not very interesting, I’m afraid.”
“Tell me about it anyway. Has to be better than buying a car and then doing and redoing my yearly budget,” Sean says. “And I mean that. I don’t know how I didn’t fall asleep at the table.”
Robert laughs, exactly what Sean wanted, and starts talking about homeowner things like mowing the lawn, planting a vegetable garden, all that shit. He pauses after a while and says, “I wanted to build a set of shelves in the garage, but it’s the kind of thing that takes at least two sets of hands. Would you be interested in helping?”
“I’d fucking love it. I don’t have a lot of manual work to do now, but in college and when I was a kid, I made money doing that kind of shit. It helped get me through school and kept me out of trouble.” Sean finishes off his coffee and adds, “More trouble, I mean. When?”
“I need to buy the lumber and take the measurements, so two weeks, if that works for you.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Sean agrees. “I should be free. No plans right now, anyway.”
Robert takes a long drink of his coffee; Sean watches his throat work and feels his dick twitch. “Are you through?”
“Yeah.” Sean stands, picking up his mug. He and Robert return their mugs to the bin near the register and head out into the sun. Sean squints, waiting for his eyes to adjust. “Where do you want to go?”
“Down that way,” Robert suggests.
After the movie, they end up back at Robert’s, where Robert kisses Sean hard as soon as the front door is closed. Sean takes that as invitation to grope him and kiss him back, and it’s not long before they’re in Robert’s bedroom and Sean’s slicking his fingers with lube.
Under Robert’s half-gasped directions, Sean fingers him open. They kiss the whole time, tongues sliding together and biting lips, and Sean strokes Robert’s cock while Robert strokes his, and when Robert grits out, “Ready, I—come on, Sean,” Sean grabs a condom, gets it on, and shifts on the bed to thrust into him. He feels fucking amazing. That’s probably in part because Sean hasn’t fucked anyone in ages, but it’s also partly because of how tight Robert’s hole is around him versus the softness of inside him. It’s completely different from fucking a pussy, but good. Really fucking good.
He’s getting used to this whole ‘fucking a guy’ thing pretty fast, but that’s at least partly because someone else is getting him off.
He’s getting used to the ‘going on dates with a guy’ part pretty fast, too. It would be unnerving if he didn’t enjoy it so much.