I’m in a giving mood so have some short cf!nick in this chili’s tonight //
Nick has your hips pinned to the bed even as your back arches and your legs kick out from oversensitivity. He doesn’t ever stop when you expect, as caught up as he is in taking his fill before it’s over. Every time is like the last time with him, like he’s trying to memorize every moment and every feeling.
“Nick,” you whine, yanking his hair because you’re really not sure if you want more or want it to be over.
“Stay still,” he chastises. He drops a hand from your hip to slap your inner thigh in faint punishment. “I own this pretty little pussy, I do what I want with it. Entiendes, princesa?”
Sonny looks unsure propped up on his elbows between Mike’s legs. Even if he hadn’t admitted he’s never done anything, it would be obvious from his uncertainty, eyes wide and lips slightly parted to take more oxygen into his short-circuiting brain. Mike, on the other hand, appears as relaxed as he feels. One hand gingerly cups Sonny’s face while he supports his pwn head with his opposite arm.
“It’s okay,” he coaxes, “you can touch. And we can stop whenever you want.”
“I know.”
After a shaky breath, Sonny reaches out to drag his fingers over the bulge in Mike’s boxers. His touch is tentative and unsure. Among his admissions was that he’s never even touched himself, so he has no confidence or experience to fall back in. At whispered encouragements, however, he gets a little braver and curls his fingers around Mike through the fabric to stroke up and down a couple of inches. The dull friction turned rough from the cheap boxers makes Mike hiss and lift his hips off the bed just enough to be noticeable.
For a few minutes, Sonny does that, getting familiar with the motion and studying Mike’s reactions when he twists his hand slightly or rubs firmly with the pad of his thumb. Then he clears his throat and asks, “what do I do next?”
“You can, uh, you can use your mouth on me. If you want.” Sonny bows his head without hesitation, mouth so close that Mike can faintly feel his breath. “We can leave my boxers on. Or I can- I can take them off.”
Sonny hums to himself and hooks his fingers in the waistband of Mike’s underwear.
With alternate schedules, late nights, and a relationship neither of them are ready to disclose, it can be difficult for Mike and Peter to kiss. It’s scary too, when Mike is still just now coming to terms with his attraction. Most of their kisses happen in stolen moments on the job.
Treasured memories come from Mike lingering in Peter’s office just long enough after the rest of the squad leaves in order to capture a brief but warm kiss. All of Peter’s kisses are warm and full of emotion, no matter how long or short, deep or chaste. Other times they kiss in deserted hallways on their way through the precinct. Still others, they find a moment in the single-stall bathrooms for a longer kiss that finds Peter’s hands up the back of Mike’s shirt feeling the firm muscles that stay hidden too much.
Every now and then, though, they’re lucky enough to have the same morning off to spend lazily making out in bed while the world wages on outside.
Rita walked into the house, her heels clacking against the hardwood floor heavily as she headed towards the bedroom. Rita still felt the tension in her shoulders. Buchanan had pulled a complete hat trick out of nowhere, and Rita was pissed that she hadn’t seen it coming, then again, she felt off her game for some reason and Rita felt the need to figure it out. Now.
Rita walked into her closet, staring at everything before she took off her heels, putting them into her proper place. Rita absentmindedly started to unbutton her blouse as she headed towards where she put her clothes that needed to be dry cleaned. Rita nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt arms wrap around her, “Jesus Fin!” Rita snapped as she turned towards him clutching her blouse around the collar.
“Whoa, Rita. It’s okay baby. It’s just me.” Fin answered soothingly.
“You could give me some warning next time instead of just scaring the shit out of me!” She snapped as she scowled.
“Rita. Why are you so on edge?” Fin questioned as his brows furrowed.
Rita felt her nostrils flare as she squeezed her eyes shut, before she answered, “I am fine,” Rita said slowly as she looked at him, “Just please, give me some warning next time?” She asked in a strained voice.
“Okay,” Fin mumbled, holding his hands up as if a gun was pointed at him before he started backing away, “I will go start dinner.”
Rita nodded, turning away before she finished unbuttoning her blouse as her skirt joined it shortly after. Rita grabbed one of her thick sweaters and yoga pants before she headed towards the kitchen. Rita pulled her hair into a messy bun before she glanced at the counter, seeing that Fin was enjoying a glass of wine. She felt guilty about her earlier outburst.
Rita pulled open fridge, looking for her favorite white wine. She double checked herself before closing the door, “Did you finish the wine?”
“There was only one glass left,” Fin shrugged as he mixed the spices into the ground beef for tacos.
Rita felt herself snap before she could even stop herself, “For fuck sake Fin! Why do you have to finish everything?! Why can’t you just ask if I want something?! It’s not that hard! I mean fuck!” Rita ran her hands over her face before she looked at Fin.
“What the hell is up your ass?” Fin scowled as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“You!” Rita snapped, “You and Buchanan and this fucking case!” Rita grabbed his glass of wine off the counter before downing the rest in two gulps, “Just back the fuck off!” Rita snarled before she turned away from him, heading towards the bedroom.
“How the hell am I up your ass?! I didn’t do anything wrong except for try to show you some decency and love! Just because you had a hard day, doesn’t mean that you get to take it out on me!” He screamed after her.
Rita stuck her middle finger up, not bothering to turn back. Rita flinched slightly as she heard something smack against metal, before hearing the television click on at a loud volume. Rita slammed the bedroom door before she curled atop her comforter.
She could still hear the television but now sounds of video games filled their home. Rita looked at the engagement ring on her finger. It was perfect, even as she pushed it around her fingers for no reason. Rita took a deep breath as she felt herself calming down. Rita could feel the wine circling in her stomach as she turned to her other side, tucking her arm under her head.
Rita rubbed her temple before she sat up. She crossed her legs, staring at her hands as she felt guilt ripple through her stomach. Rita sighed deeply. She knew that she was taking it out on Fin and she knew that was unfair to him. Rita rubbed her eyes smearing her makeup slightly but not caring.
“God damn it Rita. Swallow your pride!” She mumbled under her breath before she pushed herself up and headed back towards the living room. Rita took a deep breath before she sat down next to Fin.
Fin had felt her sit next to him before he hit the pause button and placed the remote on the coffee table, “Yea?” Fin quipped as he clasped his hands in his lap, leaning back slightly.
“Fin look…I…” RIta bit her lip. Rita felt the words get stuck in her throat and couldn’t say anything else.
Fin started to stand before Rita grabbed his hand. Rita made eye contact, before she looked up at him, “Sit down…please,” She murmured.
“Why? So you can yell at me some more?” Fin cocked an eyebrow as he looked at her.
“No. I want to apologize.” Rita said softly as she looked at him. Rita intertwined their fingers as she looked up at him.
Fin took a deep breath before he finally sat down. Fin felt her hand tighten around his hand. He moved closer to Rita before calmly saying to her, “Just talk to me.”
“I am sorry. Okay? I shouldn’t have taken my stress out on you. I was so upset because Buchanan blindsided me. I haven’t been blindsided in years. I was so mad because this case has just been a disaster after disaster. I feel horrible that I took it out on you. I shouldn’t have.” Rita looked at him with softer eyes.
Fin pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her temple, “I know that you feel like you are failing, but baby. I know that you are so smart. Much smarter than you give yourself credit for. Trust me.”
Rita found herself smiling. She straddled his hips, running her hands over his shoulders, “Thank you,” She gave him a soft kiss, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I love you.”
Fin smiled as he kissed her cheek, “I love you too.” He cupped her face before giving her a long slow kiss.
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