drabbly ficlet!

[turnonmyheels]

For kadymae who wanted Dean Bendis meets Tim Riggins. Dark Blue/Friday Night Lights crossover



Dean Bendis was a city man through and through. Born and bred in the city, he thrived in the crowded streets and fed off the energy of strangers. His new case kept twisting and turning and doubling back on itself. It had started out as a simple operation to bust a meth lab and now it was crossing state lines and departments. Chop shop autos, copper wire, meth, fake ids, steroids, and child prostitution. Which is how Dean found himself in not only in the country - which he despised - but worse, in DillonTexas sporting fucking ugly plaid shirts with mother of pearl buttons and genuine ostrich skin cowboy boots. If he heard one more suggestion from his crew in LA on how to get a more authentic bow-legged swagger, he was going to bend one of them over the nearest flat surface and fuck *them* up the ass.

Without lube.

The entire situation was ridiculous. Without a doubt there was illegal activity in Dillon. There was a group of guys on the East side with a thriving boost and scrap scheme. More than a couple fat rednecks cooking up meth in their trailers. He'd seen no less than two dozen of the shittiest fake id's he'd ever come across and he was positive at least two of the Latina strippers at the Landing Strip were under-age. But all of that had fuck-all to do with his case in LA.

Dean sighed and struggled to sit up in the cramped bed. It was early in the morning and already stifling in the little trailer. Dean's feet hit the floor and he reached for his jeans and rifled through them for his phone. He was about to hit call when an arm slung around his hips and hauled him backwards against the hot and already sweaty body behind him. He shivered as a tongue traced over his shoulder and up his neck before teeth clamped around the lobe of his ear.

"Leaving already?"

The arm pulled him even closer and Dean automatically pushed back against the erection rubbing against his ass.

"Nah. Calling home." He tossed the phone on the floor and rolled over to face his bedmate. Tim Riggins wasn't the brightest bulb in the box. And he was sure as hell guilty of chopping up stolen vehicles, stealing copper wire, impersonating a US soldier [he's serious about those shitty fake ids], and fucking everyone that spread their legs, but he wasn't a criminal.

But he was the hottest lay Dean had had since he went into deep cover work. Tim slid one leg over Dean's hips and started a slow cock-to-cock grind that made Dean's eyes roll back in his head and reach for the string of condoms on the floor.

"Call home later." Tim said and wrapped one of his callus ridged hands around both of them. Dean pushed up into Tim's grip and wrapped his own hand around Tim's and squeezed. "Much later."

Comments

[kadymae.livejournal.com]

OMG.

The top of my head just lifted off from the hot.

And you just know that Dean's going to fix this so that when it all comes crashing down, none of it lands on Tim.

[turnonmyheels.livejournal.com]

He totally is. That stash of cash, weapons and drugs he's got secreted away in the hidden panel in his floor is going to come in very handy

*g*