Taking Aim
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coffeebuddhaTitle: Taking Aim
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairing: Kevin Ryan/Javier Esposito preslash
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Word Count:562
Summary: There's room for a lot of things in Javier's boss's city, but an honest cop is not one of them. AU
Notes: Originally posted as a comment fic here.
Javier turns his collar up against the cold, though it still whips against him as he crouches on top of the building, icy tendrils of air slipping down the back of his shirt and up his jacket's sleeves. He peels his gloves off and chaffs his hands together to get his circulation going, then carefully starts to put his rifle together with the ease of long practice.
He mentally reviews his assignment: Kevin Ryan, 32, second generation Irish American. Respectable college, respectable family, respectable girlfriend. He's an umbrella away from being Mary Poppins, Javier thinks, the corner of his mouth twitching up. If only he hadn't fucked it all up for himself by living up to his hype and being an honest cop. There's room for a lot of things in Javier's boss's city, but an honest cop is not one of them.
Javier lifts the rifle, his hands steady, and peers through a third story window of the opposite building. The light's on and Ryan's girlfriend had left alone earlier, so he's got to still be in there. Which of course means Javier can't find the man. He frowns, used to waiting, but still wanting to get this checked off of his To Do list; he still needs to pick up eggs and buy his grandmother a birthday present before heading home tonight.
He breathes out slowly though his mouth, a tight, steady stream of air, and methodically relaxes his muscles, starting with his shoulders. He's all the way down to his fingers when a door opens in the apartment and Ryan steps into view wearing nothing but a low slung towel around his waist. Javier pauses, intrigued, because this is a perk he doesn't get often, and he settles back on his heels and lets himself look.
Steam curls out of the bathroom behind Ryan like it's reaching for him and his pale skin is flushed rosy from the heat. A bead of water drips from his hair onto his shoulder and Javier follows it as it slides down his chest-it's path interrupted for a moment by a nipple that Javier wants to tease between his teeth-over his flat stomach, all the way down to the edge of the towel. Ryan runs his hand over his hair and it's sticking up everywhere, completely crazy, and Javier imagines grabbing him by that hair, twisting it around his fingers, biting down Ryan's neck until his skin is red from him.
When Ryan tugs his towel loose to rub at his hair, Javier swallows hard, a fine tremor running through his hands.
Mierda, Javier thinks. Before he can talk himself out of it, he shifts his aim a few centimeters too many to the right and squeezes the trigger.
He watches Ryan jump and dive behind his couch, a thin streak of red on his bicep, then quickly dismantles and stows his rifle.
It might be time to get into a new profession, he decides as he strolls casually down the street, the faint sound of sirens growing louder in the distance. Hell, his record's clean and it's not like the city couldn't use a few more good cops. His lips twitch as he adjusts the strap on his shoulder. And maybe that way he'll stand a chance at someday running his tongue over the mark he just branded on Ryan.
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Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairing: Kevin Ryan/Javier Esposito preslash
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Word Count:562
Summary: There's room for a lot of things in Javier's boss's city, but an honest cop is not one of them. AU
Notes: Originally posted as a comment fic here.
***
Javier turns his collar up against the cold, though it still whips against him as he crouches on top of the building, icy tendrils of air slipping down the back of his shirt and up his jacket's sleeves. He peels his gloves off and chaffs his hands together to get his circulation going, then carefully starts to put his rifle together with the ease of long practice.
He mentally reviews his assignment: Kevin Ryan, 32, second generation Irish American. Respectable college, respectable family, respectable girlfriend. He's an umbrella away from being Mary Poppins, Javier thinks, the corner of his mouth twitching up. If only he hadn't fucked it all up for himself by living up to his hype and being an honest cop. There's room for a lot of things in Javier's boss's city, but an honest cop is not one of them.
Javier lifts the rifle, his hands steady, and peers through a third story window of the opposite building. The light's on and Ryan's girlfriend had left alone earlier, so he's got to still be in there. Which of course means Javier can't find the man. He frowns, used to waiting, but still wanting to get this checked off of his To Do list; he still needs to pick up eggs and buy his grandmother a birthday present before heading home tonight.
He breathes out slowly though his mouth, a tight, steady stream of air, and methodically relaxes his muscles, starting with his shoulders. He's all the way down to his fingers when a door opens in the apartment and Ryan steps into view wearing nothing but a low slung towel around his waist. Javier pauses, intrigued, because this is a perk he doesn't get often, and he settles back on his heels and lets himself look.
Steam curls out of the bathroom behind Ryan like it's reaching for him and his pale skin is flushed rosy from the heat. A bead of water drips from his hair onto his shoulder and Javier follows it as it slides down his chest-it's path interrupted for a moment by a nipple that Javier wants to tease between his teeth-over his flat stomach, all the way down to the edge of the towel. Ryan runs his hand over his hair and it's sticking up everywhere, completely crazy, and Javier imagines grabbing him by that hair, twisting it around his fingers, biting down Ryan's neck until his skin is red from him.
When Ryan tugs his towel loose to rub at his hair, Javier swallows hard, a fine tremor running through his hands.
Mierda, Javier thinks. Before he can talk himself out of it, he shifts his aim a few centimeters too many to the right and squeezes the trigger.
He watches Ryan jump and dive behind his couch, a thin streak of red on his bicep, then quickly dismantles and stows his rifle.
It might be time to get into a new profession, he decides as he strolls casually down the street, the faint sound of sirens growing louder in the distance. Hell, his record's clean and it's not like the city couldn't use a few more good cops. His lips twitch as he adjusts the strap on his shoulder. And maybe that way he'll stand a chance at someday running his tongue over the mark he just branded on Ryan.
***
Thanks for reading! Feedback is always appreciated!
For anyone who doesn't follow me who might be interested, I'm auctioning off three fics at
fandomaid's charity auction. Proceeds will go to assist victims of the earthquake and tsunami that struck Japan's northeast coast on March 11th.