Friends and Lovers

Title: "Friends and Lovers" (1/1)
Author: Koi
Email: koisunset@yahoo.com (koisunset at yahoo.com)
Subjects: Jim Street and Brian Gamble of "S.W.A.T."
Date: Aug. 7, 2005
disclaimer: I don't own the characters; this is just for fun.
LiveJournal: koisunset
Warnings: Slash, rimming, fucking.
Dedication: To Brian and Jim who completely inspire me in so many ways.
Author notes: Set in an AU (alternate universe) where Jim Street and Brian Gamble end up living (and loving) together.

They had been partners on the force, and now . . . rightly so . . . they were partners in life.

He watched his partner sipping coffee. He stood by the window with the rays of the morning light highlighting the semi-erection which strained the cotton fabric of his briefs. What a beauty Brian was.

Jim pretended to see him for the first time. As he surveyed the body in front of him a sly smile escaped across his lips. This man was his.

He wanted to admire the wide shoulders but the strong arms kept averting his eyes. He loved those arms. Many times he had given Brian compliments about them even before they were lovers. It was just that they were so damn gorgeous, thick and robust, dancing with muscle.

He continued his viewing of the body he desperately loved, and studied the rounded pectorals with the pert, little nipples that begged to be sucked. Then it was on to the taut belly and the ‘oh so slender hips' that framed and drew the eye downward towards the organ that pressed firmly against the cloth that imprisoned it. The outline of its form exquisite, damp, and breathing.

In his mind he could smell its scent of light musk and his mouth began to water in anticipation.

Brian met his gaze. And his face lit up with a boyish grin. He was a very masculine man with a boyish charm and a heart to match. It stirred Jim to the depths. That smile, that look was like air touching on already smoldering embers making his lust flash to flame.

Brian's eyes sparkled with his own arousal as Jim moved in like a leopard in hungry quest. He was seized forcefully, slammed into Jim's torso, nipples rubbing into each other. It was every man for himself in the press and friction.

Mouths met and invaded tender flesh as tongues teased and conquered. Jim's mouth slipped over Brian's chin and then back up again to suck in a lower lip, delighting in the acquisition of the swollen bud.

He pulled away and pushed his lover back, falling to his knees, face close to the organ that tired to reach out to him throbbing with need. He quickly drew down the briefs feeling almost disdain for them now. And gazed lovingly at the risen maleness with its gossamer drop of liquid that hung beautifully like nectar risen from the depths of a flower.

That sweet plum of a purple head was a beacon to Jim's mouth. He swallowed it greedily. And worked it well with his hot saliva. Upon its release he pumped its slipperiness with his hand a couple of times before turning Brian towards the bed.

Brian eagerly grabbed a pillow and stretched out on his belly, waiting.

Jim hurried to discard his clothes. At last standing naked with the hardest boner he had ever had.

There could be no denial of his own sexual charm. It permeated him. It followed him like a mysterious aura. A man of his nature was filled with a heightened sensuality. In the glint of his eyes danced a sexy bedroom humor which was innate to his personality. And it gave him extreme ability to seduce man, or woman. He was a deadly force. And he was coming right at Brian.

He knelt between Brian's spread thighs taking in the sight of the waiting ass in front of him. He thought, ‘now this is the life'. He was almost chuckling to himself in joy as he pulled open the full, taut orbs of flesh to reveal the inner tenderness. He did this slowly, the way someone peels open a fruit to enjoy every second of acquiring it.

There it was the sweetly exposed tenderness of Brian, the little wrinkled mouth trembling. It was beautiful.

Did he love this man? Did ships need water to sail?

He was consumed.

He gently held his nose to it and inhaled deeply like smelling the cork of an expensive wine. He felt his balls draw in hard as twin soldiers and his dick drooled as the pheromones hit his brain.

He nestled there within that meadow of honey, wild mushrooms, and caramel candy delight. It was enough to make a strong man weak, dizzy with intoxicated pleasure.

Did he love ass? Hell, yes!

He couldn't believe how hot Brian was getting. It seemed the man couldn't spread his legs any wider apart. They were like a bird's wings in flight.

Brian's pillow was getting wet from pleasure drool and his hips began to rise up from the bed against Jim's face in a humping motion. It felt so damn good. Jim gave him a quick little slap on his bottom., smiling at the thought of how good that bucking would feel when he was inside him.

And when Jim pushed his finger inside the tight space of Brian's ass he knew he was home. This place was the last barrier a man needed to let free in order to experience his full potential of sexual pleasure. Brian opened himself up in sweet surrender. It was a gift to share, and Jim had always been the man he wanted to share it with.

Jim explored the space deeply. He was a diver in love with the chasm of hidden delights.

When he moved his hard dick into the pressing tightness pleasure hit them both with a sensation delicious beyond words.

Jim couldn't get enough of him . . . the taste of him in his mouth, the smell of him in his nostrils, the hot tightness of his wet ass. He kissed the back of his neck loving him for the person he was, and for the immense pleasure he gave him.

Later Jim wondered who had really been in control. And if one could rate the amount of pleasure received, would it be him or Brian. He didn't have these answers but he noticed that Brian was already asleep.

-the end-