Title: Take the Lead
Author: Pita Patter. Comments are welcome at [email protected]
Pairing: Vecchio/Kowalski. Vecchio/Kowalski/Fraser implied
Rating: NC-17
Category: First Times, Drama, Romance
Summary: Vecchio decides to take the lead on a romantic date with Kowalski
Warning: Sap
Notes: This is dedicated to dear jodiemouse, who suggested I try a V/K and my
muse was amused (sorry for the pun) by the idea. This is my first V/K, so tell
me what you think.
Stanley
Raymond Kowalski knew something was wrong even before he opened the door to his
apartment. For starters, the lights were on, he could hear the muffled sounds of
soft music coming from the inside, and there were the smells of cooking inside.
Someone had definitely broke in his apartment and was... cooking dinner.
He
pulled his gun and risked trying to see if the door was unlocked. He did it very
gently, in order not to disturb the eccentric intruder, whoever it was.
"The
door is open, Kowalski."
The
blond detective opened the door and went inside his apartment, putting his gun
back in its holster, suprised. "Vecchio! What are you doing here?" His
voice was a pitch higher.
The
Armani-clad Italian was in the kitchen area, stirring a pot. "What does it
look like I'm doing? By the way, I hope you like spaghetti a puttanesca and
baked ziti."
Kowalski
looked around his apartment. There was a table set for two, with glasses and a
green satin towel. The lights weren't on. But there were dozens of candles lit
all over the apartment, their suave light bringing a romantic atmosphere, as
well as the soft music playing on the back ground. Big band music. "Moonlight
Serenade". It didn't look his apartment at all.
It
looked like something Kowalski didn't believe what it looked like.
"H-how
did you get inside?"
"I'm
a cop. I told your landlord a few things." Vecchio smiled and passed
Kowalski a glass of red wine, getting himself one. "Cabernet?"
Without
thinking, the blond detective took it and drained in a single gulp. He stared at
Vecchio with the look of a little boy, hesitant for a moment, not knowing
exactly what to expect or what to do next. But he hid his fear, looking defiant.
"What is this all about?"
Vecchio
sipped his wine, his green eyes sparkling, grinning maliciously, and walked
towards the detective. "Don't act as if you don't know, Kowalski. I noticed
the way you look at me around the precinct. The way you stare at my ass every
time you think I'm not looking. You gave me all the signs and I didn't misread
them. I like it. I'm flattered. And I realized I wanted you to do more than just
stare."
He got
even closer and Kowalski could hardly believe this was happening, and yet he
couldn't move. Vecchio traced Kowalski's jaw with one long finger. "But you
wouldn't do a thing about it, so I figured I'd had to make the first move. I've
been waiting for a chance to do something like this for a long time."
Suddenly, he stopped and looked deep into the bright blue eyes. "But if you
say I've been seeing things, that I've misread the signs, then I apologize. We
can blow out these candles, and forget about everything. We can just enjoy a
meal, like two good friends, and I'll be out of your hair forever. I'll never
touch the subject again. Never happened. It's up to you."
Kowalski
felt Vecchio's closeness, the way his body exuded sensuality and energy. After a
long pause, he said, "I never thought you'd go for something like this."
"Like
what?"
"This.
Candlelight. Music. Wine. Dinner."
Vecchio
got even closer, and put down his wine. "I figured you haven't had much
romance before, so I thought about seducing you. I want you to feel wanted."
He pulled Kowalski's body to a gentle embrace. "Because I want you. I know
you are a good dancer, and I want to dance with you. I want you to feel loved.
How am I doing so far?"
"Greatness."
A warm
feeling spread all over Kowalski's chest as Vecchio's long, elegant fingers
raked his hair. "Oh, I wanted to do that for so long. I love your hair."
"Envy?"
Vecchio
smiled, and Kowalski thought it was a beautiful sight. "No. It just suits
you so well."
Their
eyes met, and their smiles fell, because suddenly they leaned towards each other
tentatively, their lips brushed. The touch was timid at first, then electric.
The kiss was eager, exploring the recesses of their mouths, sucking tongues and
licking teeth, tasting of wine, of passion, of things to come.
When
they surfaced for air, Kowalski said, "I guess that answers the question
about having just dinner and forgetting about the second part of the program."
"I
guess so, too. And I'm glad."
"You
were saying something about a pasta puttanesca."
"You're
in for a treat, my friend. This is a spaghetti to die for."
"I'm
beginning to develop a taste for all things Italian."
Vecchio
found that so sweet he almost let the spaghetti burn.
* * *
The meal
passed in an atmosphere of pure romance, with exchange of looks and double
entendres on conversation. Kowalski made it quite clear they could skip dinner,
because he couldn't wait to pounce on Vecchio. The Italian said it was
imperative they finished the meal.
"Why
do you insist on feeding me?"
"Because
I want you to have strength enough to keep going all night long."
Kowalski
felt his enthusiasm building up a notch. His cock was feeling quite happy, too.
When
they were done eating, Vecchio put the plates in the kitchen sink and suddenly
felt Kowalski holding him from behind, humping him, his hard cock between his
clothed asscheeks.
"Is
this gonna take long?"
"I'm
almost done here."
"Leave
it right there, please, please."
"You're
so impatient. I thought we could dance a little. I like Benny Goodman."
"Some
other day. Now come here, please, please."
Vecchio
dried his hands and turned around, his mouth taking possession of Kowalski's,
almost crushing the other man's, as he pulled him close to him, hard, almost
violently. The blonde detective matched the ferocity of his partner's desire,
and attacked his delicious mouth with gusto, moving his hips against the other
man's, noticing he was hard, too. He began to unbutton Vecchio's silk shirt and
felt the long fingers pulling his T-shirt off his jeans.
Panting,
they broke the kiss with their lips swollen and their eyes dark with arousal.
They tumbled towards the bedroom, pieces of clothing flying on the way. Vecchio
sneaked his hand inside Kowalski's jeans and felt his cock hardening even more
when he found out the other man had gone commando. He took off the jeans as
Kowalski helped him out of his slacks and black briefs.
Naked,
they locked their lips, tangling limbs in an attempt to feel as much of the
other's skin as possible. Kowalski licked Vecchio's ear and continued to form a
wet trail down the delectable neck then sucked on a nipple as the Italian moaned
in pleasure. In no time, the blonde detective had the other one writhing under
his caresses, finding secret sources of delight.
He slid
down the perfect stomach and past his navel, finding the tiny spheres, lapping
at them with great care, eliciting loud groans. Vecchio grabbed a fistful of
sheet and moved his hips up as Kowalski played with his testicles before moving
up to his erection, which was leaking furiously. First the blond licked it like
a lollipop, and the Italian hissed. Then Kowalski closed his lips around his
cock for a quick moment, and Vecchio moaned, bucking his hips. Smiling, Kowalski
positioned himself and blew at it a bit, causing tremors on the Italian. Finally,
taking pity on his lover, he swallowed the huge cock to the hilt, until the felt
the cockhead hitting the back of his throat. Vecchio saw stars and howled in
sheer pleasure.
Vecchio
tried not to hold his partner's head or move his hips, but when Kowalski started
to suck, he felt his control slipping, and screwed his eyes shut. He felt the
blood pooling in his groin, building up his orgasm, his moans and groans getting
higher and he tried to warn Kowalski that the grand finale was coming. There
wasn't much time, but he screamed as he spilled his seed inside Kowalski's
willing mouth.
As he
panted, struggling to recover his breath, Vecchio felt Kowalski snuggling closer
to him. He opened a happy, sated smile. "Thanks for that."
"Glad
to be of service."
"Now
how can *I* be of service?"
Kowalski
seemed suddenly shy. "Can I ask?"
"Of
course you can. Since you didn't let me seduce you, the least I can do is
whatever you want." Vecchio grinned evilly, stroking the eager erection.
"I can only hope you'll ask what I think you'll ask."
"Would
you let me fuck you?"
Vecchio's
grin got wider. "That is exactly what I was hoping you'd say. Got any lube?"
"Night
stand. Got condoms, too."
Vecchio
got what they needed and Kowalski started the preparations as Vecchio lay on his
stomach. For a few minutes, the blonde detective appreciated the view of the ass
he was so fond of and was about to taste. After a few minutes, however, he
tapped the peachy derriere.
"Turn
around."
"I
thought you wanted to see my ass."
"I
can see your yummi ass everyday. I won't pass the opportunity to watch your face
while I fuck you."
Vecchio's
dick liked those words and started to stand in attention again. Kowalski got the
condom and Vecchio asked, "May I?"
"Sure."
With
great care, Vechio stroked Kowalski's penis and rolled the condom over it.
"Hm, can't wait have it inside me."
"If
you keep doing this, the fun will be over before it begins."
"I
can't control myself. I said I want you, and I meant it."
Kowalski
stopped what he was doing to look at Vecchio for a moment. It was as if he
couldn't believe that someone was actually interested in him, and trusted in him.
Since Stella had left him, he thought no one could ever love him again. Kowalski
could've sworn that when she left she had taken his self-esteem with her.
As if
reading his mind, Vecchio reached and used his palm to caress his face. "I
want you, Kowalski. You're sexy as hell, and I want you to fuck me now."
The sexy
words whispered in a husky voice acted as if some ignition had been switched on,
and Kowalski pushed Vecchio flat on his back. He spread Vecchio's legs and
hastily thrusted a greased finger inside his opening. Vecchio hissed, his
arousal increasing at the possession shown by his lover. A second finger was
inserted, and a moaning Vecchio began to move in the direction of the intruding
hand. Kowalski decided it was enough.
He took
Vecchio's legs up to his shoulders and positioned himself at his opening. Slowly,
he began to sink inside his partner, whose body clenched around him. For a
moment, all Kowalski felt was acceptance, tightness and heat. He pulled back as
far as he could without withdrawing completely then sank back in, causing
Vecchio to moan, as he found that magical spot inside his body. He pulled out
and in again, and looked at the face of the man he was fucking. No, he was
making love.
Green
eyes were staring back at him, with an expression of pure trust and love.
Kowalski felt a knot in his throat, and warmth in his chest. Vecchio's expression was just greatness. Soon, he found a rhythm, and he grabbed Vecchio's erection, to make his thrusts in synch with his strokes. The Italian let out little cries of pleasure, his head going from side to side, lost in pleasure.
When
Kowalski's pleasure exploded, so did Vecchio's. Kowalski watched the expression
of rapture in his partner's face as orgasm hit him and he screamed his passion
for the second. Only this time, he screamed his name. It was also his name. Ray.
He'd pleasured Vecchio and he had shouted his name, praised his name. It was
touching. Stella never did that.
Kowalski
snuggled against Vecchio and it felt good. He was safe and comforted. He heard
Vecchio's heart beating under his hear, and it was strong, protective.
"Are
you awake?"
"Yeah."
"Can
I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Can
we do this again sometime?"
"I
was hoping you'd ask that. 'Cause I want to keep you. If you want me to."
"Why?"
"You
don't know how sexy and lovely you are. I think people have been taking
advantage of you for a long time, and you've got the wrong impression that you're
a piece of shit. I can't stand that you think of yourself this way, because you're
not a screw-up. You're not."
"So
you want to keep me."
"That's
right."
"What
about Frase? Are we going to tell him?"
"Why?
You and Benny going out or something?"
"That's
not what I mean. He's our friend." Kowalski grinned. "And he's gotta a
nice ass, too."
"You
slut! Are you talking about a threesome?"
"Maybe.
What do you say?"
"Don't
you think you should ask Benny first? We don't even know if he is bent that way."
"Aw,
come on. Don't tell me you haven't seen him lookin' at ya. And your ass."
"It
seems like a whole lotta people look at my ass."
"It's
a masterpiece of an ass." Kowalski snuggled closer. "So we ask Frase
at the first opportunity."
"Now
let's get part two of our program." Vecchio grinned and turned to Kowalski.
"My turn to get into your ass."
Kowalski
laughed softly. "Loss of time. I don't got one. Everybody knows that."
"Don't
worry. I've got all night to find it."
And the
search began.
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