I was sitting down in the chair in front of my desk, my eyes going over a file I’d been meaning to go over for months and never got around to it. Silence filled the bullpen, and of course it was a bit strange that Ricci had been sitting there working on a file on a Friday of all nights.
Ricci typically took Friday nights to go out to clubs and pick up women, something I had terrible troubles with, but not this Friday.
The clubs Ricci frequented were far from the ones I frequented, and my frequency isn’t nearly as frequent as Ricci. If I’m not at one of the clubs I go to, to pick up men, I’m probably at home or working. Ricci goes every Friday, though. I don’t. I only go when I’m feeling particularly frustrated. I limit myself to once every two months, if that. Most of the time, I don’t even get around to it every two months.
But tonight, I was practically aching. I wanted to go out, it’s been about four months, but something was off about Ricci. And it was absolutely driving me batty.
“Pretty boy,” Ricci said, and I jumped, finally noticing that he was standing behind me.
“Sorry, Ricci.” I said, my cheeks heating up as I turned around in my chair, and I looked up at him. Ricci was leaning back against the desk behind him, looking down at me thoughtfully.
“Do you want to go out tonight?” he asked, and I sighed deeply, and looked down at my lap.
Dammit, I can’t say no, but I really wanted to get laid… I nodded silently, and stood up, closing the case file and putting it into my desk drawer. I locked the drawer and grabbed my messenger bag.
It was a silent ride down in the elevator, and I was feeling rather grumpy, but tried my best not to let it show. I hate that I can’t tell Ricci no. something about the man just made it literally impossible. Maybe it was his deep eyes, or the sexy smirk he wore. Ricci made my insides warm, and my body is on edge.
What a wonderful day to decide to invite me out… I thought grumpily as I slumped into the car. A few minutes later we pulled into the club parking lot and we stopped, parked, and got out.
I was so desperate to get laid; I just… want to be touched. The line into the club was short, and thankfully we got in quickly. I couldn’t wait to just get a drink and maybe I’d sneak off into the bathroom with some guy and suck him off… maybe. Hopefully.
We sat down at the bar, and moments later, we were both served beers. “What case were you reading?” he asked me, and I looked up.
“It was a case I was interested in from a long time ago.” I said smoothly, not answering. “It doesn’t matter.” I looked down and took a small sip of my beer.
“Well, you must’ve been pretty ingrained in what you were reading because you didn’t even know I was behind you.” He said, and I shrugged.
“The light is in front of me, therefore creating a shadow behind me, not in front of me.” I said logically, and Ricci rolled his eyes.
“Leave it to you to know the exact place where the light in the bullpen casts a shadow.” He said sarcastically, and looked down at the bar.
“It’s just l…” I trailed off, as someone sat next to me. I looked up, and saw a handsome man looking down at me. I immediately watched him closely.
“What are you drinking?” he asked me, and I blushed, and looked down at my beer which only had a sip taken from it.
“Just a beer.” I said, and he smirked easily.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” He said, and I smiled softly, looking over the man appreciatively. Muscles, strong jaw-line, and pretty blue eyes the man was certainly a looker. Why he was picking me up made no sense, but I didn’t question it much. It’s just a beer, and it’s unlikely that I’ll leave with him since Ricci is here.
“Pretty boy,” Ricci caught my attention as the man was talking to the bartender.
“What’s up, Ricci?” I asked him, and he glared heatedly at the man beside me.
“Nothing.” He practically growled, and glared at the man. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the new beer.
“So what do you do?” the man asked, running his eyes over my body, making a certain part of me jump to attention.
“He works for the FBI.” Ricci piped up before I had the chance to speak.
“Oh really?” he asked, intrigued. “You look awfully young to be a part of the FBI.” He said, and I smirked softly, putting my hand on the bar as I turned to look straight at him.
“I’m twenty three.” I answered, and he nodded, licking his lip nervously. “What do you do,” I asked him, and he smiled softly.
“I’m a fire-fighter.” He answered, and I bit into my lip hard.
“If you don’t mind, I have to run to the bathroom.” I said calmly, and leaned into him, whispering which stall I’d be in. I walked into the bathroom, and looked into the mirror tiredly. I really just wanted someone to touch me. I walked into the largest stall, and used the restroom quickly, before flushing and waiting.
Five minutes later I heard the bathroom door open, and then the stall to my door opens, and I’m thrown back into the wall before I even have a chance to see who it is. I moved my lips against the lips that’d touched mine hard, and fast.
The heat surrounded me, and I gripped the shoulders of the man. In my head I knew I didn’t know his name, and having sex with him would be unwise, and I wouldn’t take that risk. Our lips clashed together, and I gently pushed him away, too look at him.
The man my eyes opened to find wasn’t who I thought it was, it wasn’t the guy from the bar. It was Ricci.
“D-Damien…” I stuttered, looking up at him, my cheeks red and my body hot. The air in the room was thick, and I couldn’t help but feel embarrassment flood through my body.
“Scottie, you can’t hide anything from me.” He said calmly, and put his hand on my face softly. “If you were this horny you could have just told me…” he said a real look of hurt on his face.
“Damien, you know…” I whispered softly, my cheeks red and hot, “this isn’t funny. I don’t know why you keep doing this to me.” I pushed him away from me hard. He stared at me, his gaze full of heat.
“You never give me a goddamned chance.” He snapped, wrapping his hands around my wrists and pulling them above my head and pressing them into the wall. “You told me you weren’t into men when I asked. You said that it was impossible, Scottie.” He said, and I nodded at him, looking down.