I Want Your Ass

Title: "I Want Your Ass" (500 words)
Author: Jimbo
Fandom: 'S.W.A.T.'
Pairing: Gamble/Street (Jeremy Renner, Colin Farrell)
Date: July 6, 2005
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters -- just borrowing them for the fun of it.
Warnings: A little nasty. Slash, rough play. Read at your own risk of being offended.
Notes: I love exploring the potentially violent relationship between these two men and giving Jim Street new opportunities to release his Inner Top. This was inspired by a particularly enjoyable encounter with my own Brian this morning!

"I want your ass!"

Brian Gamble was clearly shocked at his former partner's answer to the question, "What do you want, Jimbo?" His light eyes widened, but he didn't quite manage a quick retort and Jim Street didn't wait for him to think of one.

"Get on your face!" he ordered, shoving Gamble down.

"You gone crazy, Jimmy?" said Gamble in a voice now muffled by his pillow.

Street nodded at no one, since Gamble couldn't see him. "Yeah. Crazy." With quick and forceful motions he released Gamble from his pants, and when Gamble started to struggle, he slugged him hard in the middle of the back, temporarily paralyzing him.

"Fuck," Gamble complained, coughing from the blow and from his inability to free his face enough to get a good gulp of air. "You have gone nuts!"

Breathing hard, Street tossed off his own clothing, liberating his painfully constrained penis. He didn't care if he had to hurt Gamble to get what he wanted, although that certainly wasn't his goal. This was one time when Gamble's persuasive chatter wouldn't deter him from his own designs.

Street's brain did a double-take. There had been one other time, and that had led, ultimately, to this. "You thought I gave you up to Fuller?" he said, a sudden rage making his arms shake. "You thought I'd fuck you over just to get back on the team?"

"Jimbo, relax. Is that what this is about?"

Straddling Gamble's legs, Street gripped with his strong thighs. "What do you think this is about, Brian? Do you think I stripped you naked and threw you on the bed so I could apologize for not being a good partner?"

Gamble pushed back on muscular arms, tilting his head up. "Technically you threw me down first, then stripped me. And if I wasn't half-asleep, you wouldn't have been able to do either one."

Street clamped his legs together on Gamble's, feeling bones through sinew. "Watch it, Bri. I'm already pissed off about my life. Don't make it worse."

"Why are you so pissed off now?" Gamble asked.

"Lara walked out on me today, just like you walked out on me six months ago! Nobody seems to think anything about walking out on me!"

Gamble shifted under him, and Street pushed down on the man's back with both hands. "Last night I fucked her like I've never fucked her before. And today she walked out. 'You've changed,' she said, I guess because I didn't stop to ask her permission last night. Well, I'm not asking your permission, either. You've already walked out of my life, so it doesn't matter what I do now."

"You've lost it," Gamble mumbled into the pillow.

Street stuck the middle finger of his right hand in his mouth and sucked, then reached down and prodded Gamble's anus. "Let's see if I can find it, then," he answered, starting to smile. His wet finger slipped past the tight muscle.

Oh, yeah, there it was.

Brian's ass.

The End