Vortex, part 5/5 (Houston Knights)
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gilascaveFinal part of The Vortex. Previous parts are here. The story will be posted in one file to the HK slash list, as well as my own list. (And then to my website). In case you wanna read it that way!
part five
Waking up with someone wrapped around him wasn't unexpected. Levon had done it for years -- and despite the years since and the few enough lovers he'd had in the meanwhile, his body still remembered the warmth and comfort of a body cuddled up beside him.
For some reason, his mind knew exactly who it was, too. Levon lay there for a moment, waiting to see if any part of him wanted to sneak a look to check and make sure it was really him. But he knew it was. Could tell even with his eyes closed and body too exhausted to shift an inch. The feel of his arm across his middle was somehow completely familiar, despite the fact he couldn't recall many times at all that Joe ever touched him.
That was gonna change. Levon smiled. They'd have to have a talk -- Joe was still a cop, and had to be careful. But it wasn't likely that anyone would wonder at his keeping his friendship with his old partner. The HPD might be homophobic, but Joe himself never had been. No one would think twice about him not turning his back on a friend just because he'd been found out.
Levon corrected himself. He'd rather enjoy it if Joe turned his back on him. Let him give Joe as good a fucking as the one he'd gotten. They'd have plenty of chances for more of both, though. Unless Joe was a strict top, in which case Levon reckoned he'd survive.
With a smile, he started to roll over, trying not to shift Joe away from his hold on him.
He found Joe wide awake and looking at him.
"You been waiting for me very long?" Levon asked.
"Nah. Just woke up a little while ago. I--" He stopped, and looked away, embarrassed.
"This some mushy romantic Italian stuff?" Levon asked.
Joe glared at him. "Yes," he said, defiantly.
It made Levon want to kiss him, but first he gave Joe a solemn nod, and said, "I reckon you're allowed."
"Thanks so much, Lundy."
Levon grinned. "Boy, you better get into the habit of calling me 'Levon'. I ain't sleeping with someone who calls me by my last name."
"And you better get out of the habit of calling me 'boy', *cowboy*."
"If you say so, LaFiamma."
There was a pause, then Joe made a face. "I see what you mean. 'Levon' it is."
Levon laughed, and gave him a kiss. It took awhile before he felt like he'd done it well enough, then he pulled back and said, "I'm still waiting."
Joe rolled his eyes. "Never mind." He moved back a little, as though he was thinking of getting out of bed. Levon hung onto him, and kept him in place.
"You staying the night?" Levon had no idea what time it was, but the sun was still up so it couldn't be very late. Post-sex naps didn't usually take very long, anyhow.
Joe started to nod, then said, "I need a change of clothes. I...didn't exactly come prepared. You.. you wanna go with me, stay at my place tonight?"
"Sounds good to me. Between our work schedules, I'm not sure when we'll see each other again before next weekend...."
There was a flash of something in Joe's eyes, that Levon reckoned he understood. But neither of them said anything. "I can come by the Vortex -- on a slow night," he added, smiling. "And, you know... weekends are good."
Levon just nodded. It wasn't perfect. They both knew it.
But it was beginning to look like it might be pretty damned good.
the end
part five
Waking up with someone wrapped around him wasn't unexpected. Levon had done it for years -- and despite the years since and the few enough lovers he'd had in the meanwhile, his body still remembered the warmth and comfort of a body cuddled up beside him.
For some reason, his mind knew exactly who it was, too. Levon lay there for a moment, waiting to see if any part of him wanted to sneak a look to check and make sure it was really him. But he knew it was. Could tell even with his eyes closed and body too exhausted to shift an inch. The feel of his arm across his middle was somehow completely familiar, despite the fact he couldn't recall many times at all that Joe ever touched him.
That was gonna change. Levon smiled. They'd have to have a talk -- Joe was still a cop, and had to be careful. But it wasn't likely that anyone would wonder at his keeping his friendship with his old partner. The HPD might be homophobic, but Joe himself never had been. No one would think twice about him not turning his back on a friend just because he'd been found out.
Levon corrected himself. He'd rather enjoy it if Joe turned his back on him. Let him give Joe as good a fucking as the one he'd gotten. They'd have plenty of chances for more of both, though. Unless Joe was a strict top, in which case Levon reckoned he'd survive.
With a smile, he started to roll over, trying not to shift Joe away from his hold on him.
He found Joe wide awake and looking at him.
"You been waiting for me very long?" Levon asked.
"Nah. Just woke up a little while ago. I--" He stopped, and looked away, embarrassed.
"This some mushy romantic Italian stuff?" Levon asked.
Joe glared at him. "Yes," he said, defiantly.
It made Levon want to kiss him, but first he gave Joe a solemn nod, and said, "I reckon you're allowed."
"Thanks so much, Lundy."
Levon grinned. "Boy, you better get into the habit of calling me 'Levon'. I ain't sleeping with someone who calls me by my last name."
"And you better get out of the habit of calling me 'boy', *cowboy*."
"If you say so, LaFiamma."
There was a pause, then Joe made a face. "I see what you mean. 'Levon' it is."
Levon laughed, and gave him a kiss. It took awhile before he felt like he'd done it well enough, then he pulled back and said, "I'm still waiting."
Joe rolled his eyes. "Never mind." He moved back a little, as though he was thinking of getting out of bed. Levon hung onto him, and kept him in place.
"You staying the night?" Levon had no idea what time it was, but the sun was still up so it couldn't be very late. Post-sex naps didn't usually take very long, anyhow.
Joe started to nod, then said, "I need a change of clothes. I...didn't exactly come prepared. You.. you wanna go with me, stay at my place tonight?"
"Sounds good to me. Between our work schedules, I'm not sure when we'll see each other again before next weekend...."
There was a flash of something in Joe's eyes, that Levon reckoned he understood. But neither of them said anything. "I can come by the Vortex -- on a slow night," he added, smiling. "And, you know... weekends are good."
Levon just nodded. It wasn't perfect. They both knew it.
But it was beginning to look like it might be pretty damned good.
the end