Move Your Body Like You Mean It
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coffeebuddhaTitle: Move Your Body Like You Mean It
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairing: Kevin Ryan/Javier Esposito
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Word Count:597
Summary: In which there's a murder, bubbles, and the boys taking a tumble. In that order.
Notes: Originally posted as a comment fic here.
Kevin bends to get a closer look at the edge of the stage. There's a glittering sliver of glass embedded in the soft wood, like someone had broken something there, and when Kevin kneels and carefully tries to part the thick foam that's covering the floor, he can see several more pieces, all the same pale green that matches the shards they'd found in their victim's side. Kevin pushes to his feet and turns to Javier, who's spent the past hour shuffling around the club and grumbling about self cleaning crime scenes and how his boots are going to be ruined by this shit, just in time to see him start to slip. Without even thinking about, Kevin darts forward to grab at his arm, but Javier's too far gone and in a blur of exploding bubbles and half shouted curses, Kevin somehow ends up pinned underneath Javier.
Instead of getting up, Javier smacks his forehead against Kevin's shoulder and snarls something in Spanish.
"You okay there, bro," Kevin asks a little tentatively. He pats Javier's back once, his fingers lingering on tense muscles that jump under his touch just a moment too long to be normal, then snatches his hand back and balls it into a fist at his side.
"I'm fucking great," Javier grits out against Kevin's vest. His chin's on Kevin's nipple and every syllable tugs at something deep in his belly.
Kevin develops a keen interest in the ceiling and tries to keep his body from following that train of thought. Thinks about other things, like his grandma naked and reciting the Miranda rights and handcuffs and Javier in handcuffs and shit. He sucks in a deep breath and lifts his hand to Javier's side, intending to push at him, but Javier's t-shirt must have ridden up when he fell, because his palm lands on damp, slippery skin. Kevin freezes, Javier's skin burning underneath his hand, and his fingers curl over his side, pressing in, without Kevin's permission.
Javier's curses slow, then stop as he lifts his head, his nose brushing against Kevin's cheek when he turns his head too soon, and Kevin shivers. Which, fuck, there's no possible way that Javier can miss that. Just like he probably hasn't missed the way that Kevin's half hard against his thigh, and maybe it's not too late to convince him that's his gun? Nah, probably not.
"Need to get off," Kevin says, his voice hoarse, almost wrecked, in his own ears. Javier's eyes widen and he breathes in sharply, which just presses his chest tighter against Kevin's, because this is his life and it's fucking not fair like that. He clears his throat and clarifies, "I need you to get off me now, if you're done with your break."
"Yeah," Javier breathes. Kevin waits a second, but Javier doesn't move, apparently perfectly comfortable on top of Kevin with his leg slotted between his thighs and oh God, Kevin gasps silently, because Javier's grinding down against him with a look on his face like he just figured out what a witness was lying about.
They're in the middle of a crime scene, Kevin thinks wildly. Yeah, maybe they're alone until Beckett gets back from yelling at Castle, which will take at least a half hour, but still, crime scene, cops, this is totally against the rules. And Kevin doesn't care, because Javier's hand is on his hip, holding him still while he ruts against him, and Kevin's treacherous hand is palming the back of his neck and pulling him down for a hard, bruising kiss.
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Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairing: Kevin Ryan/Javier Esposito
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Word Count:597
Summary: In which there's a murder, bubbles, and the boys taking a tumble. In that order.
Notes: Originally posted as a comment fic here.
***
Kevin bends to get a closer look at the edge of the stage. There's a glittering sliver of glass embedded in the soft wood, like someone had broken something there, and when Kevin kneels and carefully tries to part the thick foam that's covering the floor, he can see several more pieces, all the same pale green that matches the shards they'd found in their victim's side. Kevin pushes to his feet and turns to Javier, who's spent the past hour shuffling around the club and grumbling about self cleaning crime scenes and how his boots are going to be ruined by this shit, just in time to see him start to slip. Without even thinking about, Kevin darts forward to grab at his arm, but Javier's too far gone and in a blur of exploding bubbles and half shouted curses, Kevin somehow ends up pinned underneath Javier.
Instead of getting up, Javier smacks his forehead against Kevin's shoulder and snarls something in Spanish.
"You okay there, bro," Kevin asks a little tentatively. He pats Javier's back once, his fingers lingering on tense muscles that jump under his touch just a moment too long to be normal, then snatches his hand back and balls it into a fist at his side.
"I'm fucking great," Javier grits out against Kevin's vest. His chin's on Kevin's nipple and every syllable tugs at something deep in his belly.
Kevin develops a keen interest in the ceiling and tries to keep his body from following that train of thought. Thinks about other things, like his grandma naked and reciting the Miranda rights and handcuffs and Javier in handcuffs and shit. He sucks in a deep breath and lifts his hand to Javier's side, intending to push at him, but Javier's t-shirt must have ridden up when he fell, because his palm lands on damp, slippery skin. Kevin freezes, Javier's skin burning underneath his hand, and his fingers curl over his side, pressing in, without Kevin's permission.
Javier's curses slow, then stop as he lifts his head, his nose brushing against Kevin's cheek when he turns his head too soon, and Kevin shivers. Which, fuck, there's no possible way that Javier can miss that. Just like he probably hasn't missed the way that Kevin's half hard against his thigh, and maybe it's not too late to convince him that's his gun? Nah, probably not.
"Need to get off," Kevin says, his voice hoarse, almost wrecked, in his own ears. Javier's eyes widen and he breathes in sharply, which just presses his chest tighter against Kevin's, because this is his life and it's fucking not fair like that. He clears his throat and clarifies, "I need you to get off me now, if you're done with your break."
"Yeah," Javier breathes. Kevin waits a second, but Javier doesn't move, apparently perfectly comfortable on top of Kevin with his leg slotted between his thighs and oh God, Kevin gasps silently, because Javier's grinding down against him with a look on his face like he just figured out what a witness was lying about.
They're in the middle of a crime scene, Kevin thinks wildly. Yeah, maybe they're alone until Beckett gets back from yelling at Castle, which will take at least a half hour, but still, crime scene, cops, this is totally against the rules. And Kevin doesn't care, because Javier's hand is on his hip, holding him still while he ruts against him, and Kevin's treacherous hand is palming the back of his neck and pulling him down for a hard, bruising kiss.
***
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.