Dine & Dash(发生在第五和第六本小说之间，如果翻成中文的话百度是不会让po的，你知道原因):
Zane stepped out of the bathroom, toweling his hair dry and yawning wide. The night had passed slowly and he’d slept fitfully, par for the course when Ty wasn’t there with him. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out to the bedroom, where the glowing face of his phone on the bedside table caught his attention.
He threw his towel in the hamper and picked up the phone, grinning. He only got text messages from one person: Ty.
I’m going to need a baseball game and adult supervision by 7.
Zane chuckled. Ty had been loaned out to a task force for a sting three days ago, and Zane hadn’t seen him since.
Does that mean you’ll be home by then? he replied.
The response came back almost immediately.
No.
Zane snorted at the disappointment that caused. He typed out a reply as he headed for the closet to get dressed. You know how much longer you’ll be there?
Ty’s next response was longer in coming, which meant he was doing something else as he tried to tap out the words on his phone. Zane was almost fully dressed when the message came.
I’m about to be arrested. Come with bail money!
Zane stared at the screen for a moment before cursing, then shoving the phone into his suit pocket. Leave it to Ty to get arrested while undercover.
He grabbed his shoes and headed down the steps, jogging to the back door and snatching up his truck keys along the way. When he threw the door open, though, Ty was standing on the stoop, looking at him expectantly. One eyebrow was raised and he was fighting a smile like he always did when he was trying to look serious.
Zane nearly barreled into him. The only thing that kept either of them from rolling down the steps was his grip on the doorknob.
“You’re such a dick!” Zane shouted. He smacked Ty in the chest with his shoes. Then did it again for good measure.
Ty began laughing as he flinched away from the attack.
“I should kick your ass.”
“I’ll try anything once,” Ty said wryly as he stepped into the row house, close enough that his canvas jacket brushed against Zane’s chest. Zane smelled a stale mixture of Old Spice, sweat, and takeout that was evidence of Ty’s past few days. He hadn’t shaved since Zane had last seen him.
“You look rough,” Zane said as he pushed the door shut and relocked it. He turned to get Ty something to drink, but Ty put out a hand and stopped him. He pushed him until Zane’s back hit the door, crowding him against it with one step. He had to drop his duffel bag to slide his other hand around Zane’s waist.
“Do you have a problem with that?” he asked in a low voice.
Zane smiled and shook his head as he dragged his hands under Ty’s jacket to set one on each hip. “Not one bit.”
Ty pressed his lips to Zane’s. “I missed you,” he purred into the kiss. He was smiling as if his whole morning had been one big joke.

Zane laughed and pulled Ty closer, wrapping his arms around Ty’s waist. After a long, deep kiss that left Zane breathless, he pulled back with a gasp.His heart thumped a little harder as he laid his palm against Ty’s cheek and brushed his thumb over Ty’s lower lip. “I missed you too.” It wasn’t rare that Ty said something like that now, but it still caught Zane off-guard.
For once Ty was silent. When he did let go, he looked Zane up and down critically and then nodded. “You’ll do,” he said. Then he yanked Zane to him and kissed him while dragging him toward the steps. Zane smiled against Ty’s lips and pushed Ty’s jacket off his shoulders. When they finally separated, it was only to gasp for breath.
“I smell like undercover,” Ty warned as he shrugged out of the jacket, as if Zane didn’t already know that.
Zane started walking backward, drawing Ty along with him. “It’s been three days, Ty. I really don’t care as long we’re both naked.”
Ty laughed, a clear, boyish sound that seemed so at odds with Ty’s outward appearance. Zane pulled Ty’s shirt out of his waistband, backing up the stairs toward the bedroom and drawing Ty with him. Ty was a step below him, looking up at him with eyes that were trending toward brown in the morning light. Zane ran his hand through Ty’s unruly hair. “It’s okay. The smell of undercover Ty turns me on.”
Ty grinned. He paused to pull his shirt over his head and toss it on the steps, but he didn’t give Zane a chance to work on his belt before he was shoving Zane the last few steps toward the bedroom.
Zane stumbled back with a breathless laugh. He shrugged out of his dress shirt and popped the button on his trousers, still while walking backward to the bedroom door. “C’mon, doll,” he invited, using the one word he knew would incite Ty to action. Zane wanted his lover all over him.
Ty prowled toward him, the roll of his bare shoulders stirring butterflies in Zane’s stomach. Zane managed to toss his shirt away and push his dress pants down before Ty shoved him onto the bed. Ty crawled up beside him even as he was still bouncing on the mattress, held Zane down by his elbows, and kissed him hungrily. Ty’s unbuckled belt dragged against Zane’s bare skin, the denim of his jeans rough against Zane’s thighs.
The phone in Ty’s pocket began to ring just as Ty’s hand worked its way between their bodies. He growled in frustration.
Zane had to laugh. “Where are you supposed to be right now?”
“Not here screwing you,” Ty said as he sat back, straddling Zane’s hips as he dug for his phone. “I haven’t checked in yet.”
Zane smacked the side of Ty’s thigh. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking if I caught you before you left for work, then I wouldn’t have to wait for tonight to get you naked.”
“Little head, Ty.”
“I maintain it was the right decision.” Ty looked at his phone display, then at Zane and grinned mischievously.
Zane narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like that look. Who is it?”
Ty tossed the phone over his shoulder to land on the floor with a thud, then rose up and pushed his jeans down to his thighs, but didn’t bother taking them all the way off. “Someone who can wait.”

Zane’s mumbled words of gratitude were cut off by Ty’s demanding mouth. Zane didn’t care. This was what he’d wanted for days. He slid his hands up Ty’s back, feeling the muscles there working as Ty geared up to give Zane a real ride.
The phone on the floor had different ideas, though, and it began an ear-piercing trill, more an alarm than a ring.
Ty cursed. Zane sighed and let his head fall back onto the mattress, his fingers trailing over Ty’s skin as Ty got up. He practically pounced on the phone and snapped it open.
“Special Agent Grady,” he answered, his voice clipped and professional. He turned away from Zane, running one hand through his hair as he listened. The play of his muscles was as fascinating as ever, marred only by a purpling bruise low on his back that looked alarmingly like a boot print. Zane reached out and ghosted his fingers over it with a frown.
“Yes, sir, I was just … feeling out the situation before I reported in,” Ty said, turning to Zane and winking. Zane gave him a small smile and rolled his eyes. He was convinced that Ty wasn’t having fun unless he was breaking a rule or being beaten up. Zane smoothed one hand down his own body and pushed his boxers down, kicking out of them. Then he wrapped his hand around his erection, tugging at it while Ty watched.
Ty’s hazel eyes clouded over and he kicked at Zane’s leg, shaking his head. Whoever was speaking to him was important enough that Ty was calling him “sir” with respect and had squared his shoulders, as if standing at attention, even while talking to him on the phone. He watched Zane for another second, then kicked out of his jeans and grabbed Zane’s wrist, putting one knee on the bed so he could loom over Zane and pin his hand to the mattress.
Zane bit his lip against a smile and tried to pull his hand out from under Ty’s while he reached out with his free hand and slid it into Ty’s briefs.
Ty closed his eyes and cocked his head to the side, obviously trying to concentrate on the phone and not what Zane was doing. “Yes, sir, I’ll be there,” he said into the phone. His voice was lower than it had been. He looked down at Zane, his expression dark. “I just have one … problem to take care of first.”
Zane lifted his hips to rub against Ty’s leg as he wrapped his fingers around Ty’s cock. Ty’s entire body shuddered at Zane’s touch. With any luck, Ty’d toss the phone and fuck him into the mattress.
“Yes, sir,” he managed to grind out before he snapped the phone closed and let it drop. He shoved at his briefs, freeing himself and Zane’s stroking hand, then crawled on top of Zane and forced himself between Zane’s legs. Zane spread them to make room and groaned as he manipulated his cock along with Ty’s, stroking them in tandem.
Ty kissed him briefly and dragged him further up the bed. “Hope you don’t mind, but we have to make this quick.”
“Not at all.” Zane scooted as well as he could while trying to hold onto Ty and kiss whatever skin he could reach. He groped for a small bottle on the bedside table. He hadn’t bothered to put it away; he’d wanted Ty to know what he’d been doing when he got home.

Ty pushed up so Zane had room to move under him, but as soon as Zane turned to reach for the table, Ty pushed him against the bed again, belly to the mattress this time, and lay on top of him. He kissed the back of Zane’s shoulder, and his hand slid up Zane’s arm to take the bottle out of his hand.
“That’s better,” he growled against Zane’s ear.
Zane groaned and lifted his ass up to grind against Ty’s groin.
Ty gripped Zane’s hair hard, almost tugging at it but not quite that rough. He pulled Zane’s head to the side and kissed him, seemingly heedless of how they had to stretch and strain to reach each other.
The lubricant lid snapped when Ty thumbed it open. Zane curled his hands into the rumpled sheet underneath him.
Ty’s grip on his hair loosened, but he only rose up enough to fit his hand between their bodies. He rested his forehead against Zane’s shoulder, his breaths harsh against Zane’s skin. Zane could feel Ty’s hand between them, spreading the cold lubricant over his cock. Then Ty’s hand was sliding along Zane’s hip, fingers digging into his skin. He didn’t even ask Zane if he was ready; he knew better after all this time. It would be a rough push in, but Zane would savor every bit of it after three nights without. He was aching for it already.
“Ty,” he pleaded.
Ty grunted, but Zane couldn’t understand the words. He tugged at Zane’s hip, his hands spreading Zane apart, the head of his cock demanding entrance. Ty breathed out sharply, a gust of air that carried Zane’s name with it, and pushed in hard.
It hurt, oh God, for a few seconds it hurt, but Zane forced himself to relax and let Ty’s cock into him.
“Yes,” Zane hissed. “Goddammit, move. Move!”
Ty did, flexing his hips and starting an easy rhythm as he held onto Zane’s hip with one hand. The other slid up Zane’s back and found his shoulder, using it for leverage as he thrust. His hips pressed against Zane’s ass, his cock driving deeper. He groaned in relief and laid his body out flat against Zane’s.
“Jesus, Zane,” he gasped, and his teeth dragged against Zane’s back.
Zane grunted and pushed back against Ty the little bit he could with Ty’s weight holding him down.
“Yeah,” Ty breathed as soon as Zane started moving. He tugged at Zane’s hip, wanting him to move more. His quickened his thrusts, turning what had started out as a slow and steady rhythm into a more brutal one. Zane laid his forearms on the bed and pushed himself up enough to pull one knee under him, giving him the leverage to move against the pounding thrusts. It made every thud of their bodies together that much harder, and Zane let out a long moan of encouragement. He could feel a shudder run through Ty’s body.
Ty ground out a warning that he wouldn’t last much longer, the words sounding tortured as he worked to keep up the pace of his thrusts. His weight slowly forced Zane to flatten out again, but Ty no longer seemed concerned with their position.
Zane growled in frustration. Every thrust Ty made sent sparks across Zane’s nerves, but it wasn’t quite enough. “Ty,” he panted, almost a whine.

Bread Porn:
写这段的原因：http://abiroux.tumblr.com/post/45800117257/so-i-lost-a-bet-the-other-night（打赌打输了。。。）
When they stepped into Chiaparelli’s, the wind followed them and whipped into the foyer. Ryan Morelli was standing with his back to them, and he turned when the wind tugged at his trousers. His face lit up when he caught sight of Zane. Ty sighed hard. Ryan covered the foyer in two steps and gave Zane an impulsive hug, patting him on the shoulder as he stepped away.
“I was beginning to think you’d moved away!” Ryan said. He turned to Ty and took his hand, shaking it enthusiastically before grabbing two menus for them.
“It’s been a busy year,” Zane hedged.
“Well it’s good to see you, Zane,” Ryan said, and the warmth and sincerity in his voice made Ty kind of want to hit him. They followed him to the same table they’d been seated at so long ago, at the window on the edge of the main dining room. Ty glanced around as he shrugged out of his coat. The place wasn’t busy, with only a few late business lunches and little old ladies scattered at other tables.
Ryan placed the menus down and backed away so they could sit. “I’ll bring you some warm bread for starters, and then I want to hear what you’ve been up to,” he said with a point at Zane.
Zane grinned and nodded, watching Ryan as he walked away. But Ty watched Zane, his eyes narrowing. “Zane.”
Zane turned and met his eyes, a mischievous sparkle in them. “What? He’s got a nice ass.”
“You’re pushing me, Zane,” Ty threatened.
“Oh, what are you going to do, pick a fight with him to assert your dominance?”
Ty remained silent, a slow smile forming.
Zane blanched. “Ty,” he warned.
“What?” Ty asked, his voice full of innocence again.
“Whatever you’re thinking of doing, just don’t, you understand?” Zane growled.
“What? You wanted to eat here, I told you I’d ruin it forever, you didn’t care …” He shrugged, smiling again. “You reap what you sow, baby.”
“If you pick a fight here I’ll never forgive you.”
“I promise not to pick a fight,” Ty said, holding up his hand.
“That’s the girl scout pledge, Ty.”
“Still works.”
Ty caught Ryan returning out of the corner of his eye and he leaned back. Zane gave him one last warning glare as he placed his napkin in his lap. Ty flashed a winning smile as he mirrored Zane’s actions.
Ryan approached, grinning widely, and he placed a basket of bread and a plate on the table with a flourish. He poured olive oil into the spices on the plate. “Are we ready to order drinks or an appetizer?”
Zane asked for fried cheese, which Ty remembered being pretty damn good. That was unfortunate, because he doubted Zane would make it to the appetizer. They ordered tea and water, then Ryan left them again.
Zane leaned forward and uncovered the bread as he met Ty’s eyes and smiled. “Oh my God, it’s still the same as it used to be,” he almost moaned as he picked up a piece and tore it apart.

Ty smiled, remaining silent. He watched Zane tear at the warm bread and kicked at Zane’s shin under the table. “Yeah, Zane. Tear it up,” he murmured.
Zane’s eyes snapped up to him, recognizing his tone of voice. “What?”
“Eat the bread, Zane.”
“What are you doing?”
“We’re here because you love their bread, right?” Ty asked, leaning forward. “Eat some bread for me, baby.”
Zane glanced around, checking the other tables before looking back at Ty with wide eyes. “Stop it.”
He placed one piece of bread on a plate, then took a bite of the piece in his other hand.
Ty had to bite his lip to keep from laughing, but then he leaned closer and knocked his knuckles against the table. “Oh yeah, baby, bite it.”
Zane coughed, choking on the bread in his mouth. He turned his head away as he chewed, struggling to swallow. Then he was coughing again as he shot a hateful glance at Ty. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he gasped.
“Eat your bread, Zane. Come on and eat it for me.”
“I will not let you ruin this dinner for me,” Zane growled, then he bit off another chunk. Ty moaned loudly.
Heads began to turn. Zane turned in his seat and looked around, then kicked at Ty’s legs under the table.
“Dip it in the oil, Zane,” Ty growled, his voice so low only Zane could hear. “Go ahead, Zane, get it wet.”
“Stop it!” Zane cried. He threw the chunk of bread and it bounced off Ty’s chest.
Ty plucked it out of his lap and held it up. “Oh, you want it dirty?”
“Ty, I swear to God …”
“You like it dirty, don’t you?”
Zane looked around again just as Ryan turned the corner with their drinks, heading for their table.
“Now we’ve got company, Zane,” Ty murmured. He plucked a bit of bread from the basket and swiped it through the oil in the plate. He held it up as the oil dripped down the sourdough and onto his fingers. “You want him to watch?”
Zane put his face in his hand and covered his eyes.
“I don’t mind if he watches, Zane,” Ty continued, laying it on thick and letting his accent bubble up in the gravel in his voice.
“You’re such an asshole,” Zane grunted, horrified and looking desperate to make Ty shut up. He reached for his water glass and took a sip as he glanced around again.
“What’s wrong?” Ty asked, barely keeping the tremor of laughter from his words. “Come on, baby. You give good bread.”
Zane almost spit water all over the table. They were both laughing when Ryan came up with their drinks. Zane held up his hand, still laughing. “We’re going to need the check.”
http://abiroux.tumblr.com/post/45851828796/bread-po(隔开)rn

奥~鸡血了~算你还有点人性啊四叔~这两段不能再美好了~说实话我很喜欢看zane bottom，每次都有种很nasty的感觉，zane总是莫名地yin荡，各种beg，ty就各种take over各种霸气~~这样最带感了（口水）

还有没有更新啊四叔？~~~~~餐厅那篇我看了好几遍了，被ty公然调戏的zane叔和吃醋的ty都实在太可爱了~>_<~

现在发的不算是ficlets，更像是人物外传之类的：
Elias Sanchez:
He put in for Recon with Ty and Nick when they were still just kids. The three of them were inseparable. They lived together. They fought together. They bled together. They saved each other. Looked after each other. They loved each other.
When they were discharged, Nick went home to Boston. Kelly and Owen and Digger went home to start new lives and try to become something besides Marines.
But Sanchez stayed with Ty. Right by his side, because like Ty, he was a warrior and he didn’t know what to do if he wasn’t making the world safer for the people he loved. He went to the FBI with Ty, just because Ty asked. He went through the academy at Quantico by Ty’s side, learned a whole new life with him. Just because Ty asked.
After seven years of living and dying together, Sanchez put in for more, living with Ty again, watching his back again, putting himself on the line when everyone else was just tired and ready to go home.
They drifted apart once their assignments came through, the job finally doing what loyalty and love had not allowed. They still talked every day. They still heard each others voices. Every. Day.
And one day Sanchez called but Ty couldn’t answer. Sanchez left a message. He made a joke about Ty being too busy for him. He laughed a laugh Ty had heard every day for 15 years. Then he asked Ty to call him back to help him on a case. They were calling it the Tri-State case.
When Ty listened to the message it made him smile and shake his head. But that was the last time Ty would ever hear Sanchez’s voice.
And now, Ty always answers his phone.

He reached out and took David’s hand in his, squeezing it. “I … I just don’t…”
“Ty, I know how you feel about this, okay? I’m scared as hell too.”
Ty shook his head.
“Come to UVA with me.”
“Davy, I–”
“Don’t tell me you can’t, because I already know you got in. Your brother told me.”
Ty cursed under his breath and looked away. Goddamn, Deuce, why couldn’t he mind his own business just once?
“You can apply for financial aid. And you know as well as I do that scout was interested in you. They might even offer you a football scholarship. If not, you could walk on. We both know you’re good enough.”
“I –”
“I know you can. We could both work part-time, help pay your way.”
“Davy,” Ty said with a deep breath. “I’m not going to put that on you.”
“You wouldn’t be putting it on me. This is what people do, Ty. You don’t have to shoulder the weight of the world by yourself, okay? I’m your partner. I’ll help you, we’ll do this together.”
Ty was finding it harder to breathe as he met David’s eyes. The sincerity and hope he saw there was almost painful, and what David was saying was tempting. It was so tempting to go all in and see where they could go together. But it didn’t feel right, and the hell of it was Ty didn’t know why.
“Look … you’re going to UVA, you’re going to be a big time lawyer, and you’re going to need all the brains you have in there to do it,” he said with a swipe of his fingers against the side of David’s face. David snorted. “I just … I just don’t see that being my life.”
David closed his eyes. Ty watched the despair sweep over him, and David turned his head away. He didn’t say anything, and the sounds of the early summer night began to encroach on them. Ty reached out for him.
David gripped Ty’s hand and held it to his chest. “You’re still looking at the Marines, aren’t you?”
Ty swallowed hard, staring at David’s profile in the moonlight. “It just feels right. I don’t know why.”
David met his eyes, looking grim. “You could be anything you wanted to be.”
Ty nodded, giving him a weak smile. David wasn’t the first person to tell him that, but he was the first person Ty believed.
“We could be together, Ty. I know we’d work.”
Ty opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again as nothing came out. His heart was pounding so hard that it was hard to catch a breath.
“I think you’re scared.”
“I am,” Ty admitted readily.
“I think you’re scared of me. And I think you’re running for the sake of running.”
“You might be right. But…” He searched David’s eyes, hating the crushing feeling in his chest, hating himself for causing so much sadness in David’s clear blue eyes. He reached for David’s hand and rolled onto his side. David rolled too, facing him. Ty pulled him closer and touched their noses together.
“You’re everything I could ask for.”
“Ty–”
“I just keep asking myself, if you can be so damn perfect for me, but I still can’t tell you I love you, maybe that’s just not for me.”
“What does that mean?”
“Maybe I’m just not … built for loving someone.”
“You’re so full of shit, Ty. Goddammit.”
“You want the white picket fence and the dog and the day to day job, and just the thought makes me want to jump off the mountain. The only part of it that sounds wonderful is you.”
David’s hand found Ty’s cheek and he took a deep breath. “Ty, I would do whatever you wanted.”
“That’s not fair to you.”
“I don’t care,” David insisted.
“But you will. And I will. You’re my best friend. I’ve shared things with you I never wanted to share with anyone else. And … God, you’re sexy as hell.”

太虐了。。。最受不了这种生离死别的场面

Kelly watched him curiously. Over the years, Kelly had seen Nick’s charisma and easy manner pull more barroom trysts than Ty and Digger combined. Sometimes it almost seemed like he did it by accident. Of course, that was all part of Nick’s charm. A lot of what he did seemed like it was accidental, something which had contributed to other Marines calling him Lucky for much of his career. But Kelly knew better. Nick’s methods were very deliberate, and his results were anything but luck.
“What’s it like?” Kelly asked suddenly.
Nick glanced over at him as he slid the lamp away from the bed and laid out Kelly’s pill bottles, bandages, and other necessities. “What’s what like?”
“Being with a guy. Is it different?”
Nick shrugged and nodded. “Sort of, yeah. Physically? Definitely. Relationships, though, it depends a lot on who you’re with.” He glanced at Kelly and raised an eyebrow, smiling. “You a little bi-curious, Doc?”
Kelly laughed again, holding his side in a wasted attempt to keep it from hurting. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Nick teased. “Either you’re curious or you’re not.”
“I guess. I mean I like sex.”
“Granted,” Nick mumbled, still smiling.
“I never thought about it before. But hell, if you can do it so can I, right?”
Nick placed his hand on Kelly’s forehead, holding it there briefly before patting him and then moving away. He headed for the bathroom, probably making sure the path from Kelly’s side of the bed was clear.
“And a beautiful person is a beautiful person, so why not open up that door to more opportunities?” Kelly called after him.
“I think you’re omnivorous,” Nick said, his voice echoing off the tile and into the bedroom.
Kelly laughed again. He rested back to watch Nick move around the room. He was like a mother hen, prepping the nest. He moved the chair in the corner so it was in the middle of the room, a convenient place for Kelly to get to and rest if he needed to. He went to the armoire beside the bathroom door and pulled out several extra pillows, putting pillowcases on them and tossing them on the bed. He was going to use them as a barrier between himself and Kelly as they slept, to protect Kelly’s wound from any stray limbs.
As Kelly watched him, he found himself wishing those pillows wouldn’t be there tonight. He didn’t know why. Painkillers? Knowing Nick was bi and having the nerve to ask questions. Watching Ty and Zane and the connection they obviously shared while in New Orleans. Kelly had never felt that with his ex-wife, not once, but he’d certainly felt it with brothers-in-arms. Maybe it was a perfect storm of factors, but Kelly was definitely curious. Asking Nick these questions gave him a little rush too.
Kelly had always been closest to Nick. He’d been Kelly’s best man at his wedding. He’d also been the one who took him in briefly after he divorced. They were very much alike in temperament, compared to the others who were all fire and stone. He and Nick were water and smoke; patient and nebulous and easy.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Nick said as he threw the last spare pillow on the bed. “You want anything from downstairs first?”
“Why Ty?”
Nick stopped short and cocked his head as if he hadn’t heard right. “What?”
“When you came out to me you told me you’d been in love with Ty,” Kelly explained. “Why Ty?”
Nick began to blush and he looked away, chewing on his lip. He shrugged. “He was … like this big shining beacon. For a long time I was a little in love with the idea of him. I think it was mostly just being young and wanting to believe in something. You know Ty. He was easy to believe in.”
Kelly nodded. “Are you still in love with him?”
Nick was already shaking his head. He came around the other side of the bed and sat, leaning against the headboard so Kelly couldn’t see his face without twisting to look at him. “We went through too much. Nothing romantic about it. And the night I kissed him, the night I told you about everything, there was nothing there. We would have worked if we’d wanted to, I guess, if we’d never found anything else. But …” He shrugged and shook his head.
Kelly turned to try to see Nick’s face. “So there’s nothing left there?”
“Nah. It’s kind of a relief.”
“Hey, Irish?”
Nick turned to look at him, the beginnings of a smile on his face.
“Will you kiss me?”
The smile faded into a wide-eyed look of shock. Nick’s eyes were so green he almost looked like a cartoon. Kelly began to laugh. He had to hold his hand over his wound, but he couldn’t stop laughing. He reached out to put his other hand on Nick’s arm. “I’m sorry I’m laughing,” he wheezed. “It’s the drugs, I swear.”
Nick snorted and gently peeled Kelly’s fingers off his forearm. “From now on you only get halves,” he mumbled. He slid off the bed, beginning to chuckle.
“Wait!”
Nick turned to look at him, trying to look annoyed but still laughing. Kelly schooled his features, frowning dramatically. “I’m serious,” he managed to say.
“Yeah, you look it,” Nick drawled.
“I want you to kiss me.”
Nick examined him, looking dubious.
“I want to know what it feels like to kiss a guy. And you’ve had a lot of practice, so I know you’re a good kisser.”
“Are you simultaneously complimenting me and calling me a whore?”
“I’m … I’m just impressed you can take half a Percocet and say simul … simultaneous.”
Nick sighed heavily, fighting back his smile. He came around the end of the bed and sat next to Kelly’s hip, turning to look down at him. “Okay.”
Kelly was surprised when his stomach flipped, but he liked the feeling. “Okay what?”
“Okay. If you want me to kiss you, I will.”
“Really?”
Nick nodded. “But only if you can sit up on your own, and then pass a field sobriety test.”
Kelly rolled his eyes and snorted. “You’re such a dick.”
“I’ll give you that too if you want it,” Nick said, laughing as he pushed off the bed and headed for the steps.
Kelly watched him, trying to decide if the flip in his stomach was excitement or nerves.
“Hey!”
Nick stopped at the head of the staircase and turned again, ever patient.
“I’m serious,” Kelly said.
Nick’s eyes narrowed, and he remained there for a few moments before he moved slowly back to the bed. “You really want me to kiss you?”
“Yes.”
“So you’ll know what it feels like to kiss a guy.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Well you and Ty both seem to enjoy it. What’s good for you is good for me, right?”
Nick sat down again, close enough that the mattress dipped and Kelly slid toward him. They stared at each other for a few seconds, Kelly holding his breath as Nick thought it through. He was curious, because he knew locking lips with another dude had to be different from kissing a woman, and he was by nature a curious person. He was open to trying just about anything once. But he was also curious what it would be like to kiss Nick, and that had nothing to do with the painkillers or his innate desire to try new things.
“Okay,” Nick finally said quietly. He adjusted the way he was sitting, propping one hand on Kelly’s other side as he leaned over him.
Kelly held up a finger. “No half-assed middle school kissing, either.”
“Okay.”
“I want the whole deal.”
“This is starting to feel like I’m leasing a car or something.”
“I’m serious, I want the Irish special.”
Nick rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. “Fine. Jesus.”
Kelly nodded, his lips twitching on a smile. They stared at each other as Nick leaned over him, and it was harder for Kelly to catch his breath as he waited for Nick to make his move. He licked his lips.
Nick finally laughed. “Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“’Cause I can’t do this with you looking at me.”
Kelly gave a long-suffering sigh, but he closed his eyes anyway, still fighting a smile. He felt Nick lean closer and he inhaled sharply, holding his breath as Nick’s lips brushed the corner of his mouth.
He parted his lips and tilted his head, their noses bumping as Nick moved the same way. They both laughed and Kelly cocked his head the other way, dragging his lower lip across Nick’s as they both adjusted. Then Nick was kissing him. Really kissing him. His lips parted, tongue darting between them to lick at Kelly’s lips. His teeth closed over Kelly’s lower lip and dragged before his tongue slipped inside Kelly’s mouth.
They both moaned.
Kelly reached up and grabbed a handful of Nick’s shirt, barely realizing he’d done it. His knuckles knocked against hard muscles. Nick’s hand came up to Kelly’s face, brushing his cheek tentatively as if he wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch. Kelly nipped at his lip and Nick groaned again. He pushed his hand under Kelly’s head and clutched at his hair.
The stubble on Nick’s chin scratched against Kelly’s cheek. He could feel the weight of Nick’s body leaning more on top of him, his hands clamping down on him in the kind of grip Kelly had never felt from a lover. The kiss was more forceful and demanding than any he’d ever experienced, and he found himself using his tongue and his teeth to fight back even as he pulled Nick closer to urge him on.

Kelly’s hand pressed against Nick’s chest and it wasn’t even odd that there was nothing but muscle to grab there. He moaned again and the sound traveled through his body, awakening the rest of him to the moment, to the scent of guns instead of roses, the brush of leather instead of lace.
Kelly gasped as Nick began to pull away. He didn’t have the strength yet in his core to sit up to follow. Their lips dragged as they separated. Nick’s fingers released Kelly’s hair and slid out from under him as he pushed himself up. Kelly finally opened his eyes, but he didn’t let go of Nick’s shirt. His heart was hammering and his mind was churning, making him light-headed.
“Well,” Kelly finally breathed. “No shit.”
Nick laughed and ran his thumb across his lip. Kelly knew him well enough to know when Nick was nervous, and he was nervous now. He tightened his grip on Nick’s shirt to keep him from getting up. Nick turned hesitant green eyes on him, waiting for his verdict. Kelly had never really appreciated the color of Nick’s eyes until just now.
“Do that again,” he whispered.
Nick took in a deep breath and then let it out slowly, like he was trying to calm himself. He patted Kelly’s hand, taking it in his and gently extricating his shirt from Kelly’s grip. “Let’s just let that one settle with the Percocet, okay?”
He made to stand and Kelly was forced to let him go.
“Yeah, okay.”
Nick was walking away, running a hand through his hair, and Kelly realized his entire body was still buzzing. It might have been from the painkillers, but Kelly was willing to place bets on his buddy right now.
“Hey, Nick,” he whispered.
Nick stopped and rolled his neck, like he might have been irritated by Kelly’s repeated attempts to keep him from descending the stairs. He turned, though, the same easy smile on his face, his feelings masked by his legendary patience.
“Is the rest of it like that too?” Kelly asked.
Nick ran his teeth across his lip, beginning to nod. “Isn’t it always if you have the right dance partner?”
Kelly stared at him, finding himself nodding. Jesus, was it possible he was considering Nick O’Flaherty a dance partner right now? Yes. Yes, he was.
“You’re not going to ask me to fuck you now, are you?” Nick asked, deadpan.
Kelly began to laugh. “The thought was crossing my mind.”
Nick’s smile faded. “Are you serious?”
“Sort of. You got the engine revved a little.”
Nick rolled his eyes and turned toward the stairs. “Put him back in the garage then. I don’t drive automatics,” he said as he thumped down the stairs.
==
Nick woke with a jerk as a hand grabbed at his arm. He peered over in the darkness. “You okay?”
“I need to move,” Kelly grunted.
They’d shared enough beds - and floors - over the years that Nick knew Kelly slept on his side. Being forced to sleep flat on his back made him restless and miserable, but he hadn’t recovered the strength in his torso yet to roll onto his side without help or something to grab onto and pull.
Nick fumbled for the pillows he’d stacked between them and tossed them to the foot of the bed, rolling onto his side and holding his arm out. “Come on.”
Kelly used Nick’s forearm to pull himself to his side, and as soon as he was settled Nick took the spare pillows and wedged them behind Kelly’s back to rest against. He was hyper aware of how close he was, of his breaths hitting Kelly’s cheek as he reached across him. Goddammit, why had he even agreed to that kiss in the first place? Now the next day or so would be awkward as hell.
Once he was certain there was support behind Kelly, he took the pillow he’d been using and pushed it against Kelly’s chest to give him something to hold.
“I don’t need that,” Kelly mumbled. He shoved the pillow back toward the head of the bed.
Nick scowled. “You always hold something when you sleep.”
“I’m not taking your pillow. Quit it.”
Nick huffed and laid back down, facing Kelly. He watched him for several minutes, alert for signs of pain or misery, waiting for his breathing to even out. It didn’t though, and finally Kelly opened his eyes again.
“You hurting?” Nick asked him.
“A little. Not enough to take anything. I just can’t sleep.”
Nick remained silent, waiting for Kelly to go on. If he needed to get something off his chest he would. And Nick had a feeling he knew exactly what Kelly needed to discuss.
“It was a good kiss,” Kelly finally said.
Nick huffed a laugh. “Yes, it was.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I’m a fabulous kisser and you’re easy,” Nick drawled.
Kelly rolled his eyes.
Nick watched and waited, but finally he got tired of the weighty silence. “Are you asking me if it means you’re gay if you liked one kiss?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, I don’t have any answers. I’m leaning toward no.”
Kelly sighed loudly. “I still want you to do it again. Does that matter?”
Nick’s chest fluttered. He had to fight for enough breath to answer. “You mean does it matter in the grand scheme of things?”
“I mean does it matter to you?”
Nick caught his breath, afraid to break the silence as they stared across the dim inches. “It does matter to me,” he finally said in a rush.
“Will you give me more?” Kelly whispered.
Nick let out his pent up breath and closed his eyes, shaking his head.
“I’m not under the influence anymore. Much. Even if I was, I’ve done things way worse than you that I’ve never regretted.”
Nick barked a laugh and they both began to chuckle. Suddenly the tension was gone again and it was just the Devil Doc across from him once more. Kelly reached across the space between them and brushed his fingers over Nick’s knuckles. There was a scar on the back of Nick’s hand that still displayed the dots where Kelly had stitched a gash in the field. Kelly’s fingers ran across it. There were half a dozen other places on Nick’s body that Kelly had stitched up over the years. Nick knew his hands well. He’d never seen them as anything but healing hands, though, not until the moment Kelly’s fingers had clutched at his shirt and pulled him closer as they kissed.
“Do you want to?” Kelly asked.
“Yes, but …” Nick splayed his fingers, and Kelly’s twined with them, grasping his hand.
Kelly gave his fingers a tug and Nick slid across the inches between them. Their lips met and once again it stole Nick’s breath from his lungs, sped his heart until his ears buzzed. Kelly pulled his hand loose and grabbed at Nick’s elbow, pulling at it until he was able to get his hand under the sleeve and against Nick’s skin.
“How’s this work?” Kelly gasped.
His lips moved against Nick’s, causing Nick to groan.
“It doesn’t work at all. You can’t even roll over by yourself,” Nick growled.
He reached around Kelly and pushed at the pillows he’d been so careful to arrange, then he wrapped his arm around him and pulled him close enough to press against him. They were both growing hard.
“You saying you can’t handle that?” Kelly needled, grinning.
Nick pushed Kelly flat, then reached across him and flipped the lamp on so he could see Kelly’s face. Kelly groaned as his erection rubbed against Nick’s thigh. The teasing smile disappeared.
“God, that feels weird,” Kelly huffed.
“Say the word and I’ll stop,” Nick grunted, although he was silently praying Kelly would do no such thing.
Kelly shifted his shoulders, looking up at Nick with wide eyes. Nick had him pinned to the mattress. One of Kelly’s hands had found its way all the way under Nick’s shirt to his shoulder blade, and he’d thrown one foot over Nick’s calf as their legs tangled together. They were both hard.
“It feels good,” Kelly finally whispered, sounding surprised. “Will it hurt?”
“I’m not going to fuck you, Kels.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re hurt and I get rough.”
Kelly swallowed hard, his breath quickening. “How rough?”
Nick cocked his head and smiled slowly.
“That’s kind of hot.”
Nick stretched out over him and kissed him, pushing him harder into the mattress, eliciting a louder groan from Kelly. He shifted until he could feel Kelly’s erection against his through his boxers.
“Jesus, Nick,” Kelly gasped, finally losing the humor in his voice. His hand pushed at Nick’s shirt. “Lose some of this.”
Nick pushed up and tugged at his shirt with his free hand, yanking it over his head and throwing it aside. Kelly ran his hand up Nick’s chest, fingers barely grazing, tentative. He was an odd mixture of bold and uncertain. Nick didn’t know why that turned him on, but it did. He’d never been with anyone for their first time. He’d certainly never been with a friend.
“Go ahead,” Nick grunted.

四叔，有个问题，nick/kelly那篇kelly的心理活动描写里说到kelly为nick挡那颗子弹是有目的的，什么目的啊？