Fiction: Playing

[kethni]

Name: Playing
Pairing: Matt/Luke
Rating: R I guess
For perdiccas

The kid, maybe seventeen or eighteen is just standing in front of the fresh graffiti with the paint can in his hand.

Matt parks up and crosses over to him.

“Pretty, don’t you think?” he asks, looking back at Matt with an insouciant smile.

“No, no I don’t so,” Matt says shortly. “Give me two reasons I shouldn’t take you in.”

The boy struts over and looks Matt up and down. “I’ll suck your cock?” he suggests and then his smile widens. “Or take it up the ass.”

Matt grabs him by the arm, spins him around, and cuffs him. “That’s it smart ass, come on.”

“Do you want me to struggle?” he asks as Matt shoves him into the back of the car. “Cos I can do struggling.”

“Shut up.”

The boy in the back squirms back and threads his leg between the seats to rub against Matt’s leg.

“Shit! Stop that you little pervert.”

“Hehehe. Are you going to teach me a lesson officer?”

“I’m taking you in.”

“But you haven’t asked me my name,” he sulks. “What kind of boy do you think I am?”

Matt glances at him in the rear view mirror. “I have no idea. What’s your name?”

“Luke Campbell, what’s yours?”

“Officer.”

“You’re not really going to take me in are you?” Luke wheedles. “I’ll make it worth your while to let me go.”

“If you didn’t want to get picked up then you shouldn’t have been so damn stupid.”

“Maybe I’m exactly where I want to be.”

Matt shakes his head disbelievingly.

“Come on man,” Luke coaxes. “It’s not fun begging unless it’s to come.”

 

Luke is shoved down into a chair with his cuffed hands behind his back. He sprawls back in the chair and watches Matt sit down opposite him. Matt adjusts the notepad, takes a sip of coffee, and opens the file. He shakes his head after a moment and tuts lightly.

“You going to play mind games with me officer?” he drawls.

Matt holds up a finger and continues reading.

“I like games.”

Matt keeps reading.

“You know what I like even more? Penalties. What’s the penalty for being a naughty little boy?”

“Do you ever shut up?” Matt asks.

“Sure, if my mouth’s full.”

“Why did you want to get picked up?” Matt asks, looking up from the file.

“I like men in uniform.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “Single minded little freak aren’t you?”

Luke leans forward in his chair. “It excites me when you’re rude to me.”

“I can see that,” Matt says brusquely.

“You know I’m going to be out of here tomorrow. At least make it worth my while.”

“Worth your while?” Matt asks incredulously. “You little shit; you wanted to be picked up.”

“Oh yeah, shout at me some more.”

Matt shakes his head. “You try this on other officers?”

Luke licks his lips and grins. “Why would other officers be working your patrol route?”

Matt pushes the file away and stands up. “That’s it, I’m out of patience.” He grabs Luke by the shoulder and hauls him out of the chair.

“Oh yeah, be rough with me,” Luke demands.

Matt shoves him suddenly against the wall. “Oh yeah? Is that so?”

“Am I making you angry officer?”

Matt stares at him and then rips down his pants.

“Oh man,” Luke moans, squirming happily in his grasp.

“Shut up!” Matt orders turning him around. “You want to flaunt yourself you little prick? Maybe you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.” Matt digs out a small tube of lube from his pocket.

“Call me more names,” Luke begs, resting his head against the wall.

Matt balls up the clean handkerchief from his pocket and reaches around to shove it into Luke’s mouth. Luke groans through the handkerchief as he’s prepared roughly. Matt pushes down his own trousers and shorts and puts on a condom. His holds Luke’s hips tightly as he pushes into him forcefully.

“Not so damn talkative are you now? Are you? Huh? Little shit, little prick.”

Luke moans encouragingly and writhes back against him. Matt pushes Luke’s face against the wall and pounds into him, the younger man weeping and squirming.

 

Luke picks up the chair he’d been sat in and carries it back into the computer desk.

“So, uh, twenty for like travel expenses and fifty for the rest,” he says awkwardly.

Matt counts out the money and hands it over with a smile. “Eighty, for your trouble.”

“It’s no trouble Mr Parkman,” Luke says, rubbing his arm.

“Shit, did I hurt you?” Matt asks anxiously.

“No, no. I’m a little cold,” Luke admits. “I have bad circulation.”

“Oh.” Matt smiles sheepishly. “I hear my mother telling me to give you a sweater.”

Luke sniggers. “Nah it’s cool.”

Matt shuffles his feet. “Can I get you a drink? Or something?”

Luke smiles sadly and shakes his head. “I have to run. You know how it is.”

“Yeah, yeah I do. Maybe next time,” Matt says, rubbing his hair. “Can I... drop you off well, not at home obviously. Smart lad like you wouldn’t risk...”

“A ride into town would be great.”

“Okay then,” Matt says.

Luke follows him downstairs and out into the car. “So, next week?”

“I’d like that.”

Luke smiles slightly and then looks out the window at the cold, dark houses passing by.

The End