{"id":99,"date":"2011-08-27T14:19:05","date_gmt":"2011-08-27T14:19:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.squidge.org\/walterh\/?p=99"},"modified":"2011-08-27T14:19:05","modified_gmt":"2011-08-27T14:19:05","slug":"archiving-old-fic-heat-the-sentinel-jimrafe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.squidge.org\/walterh\/2011\/08\/archiving-old-fic-heat-the-sentinel-jimrafe\/","title":{"rendered":"Archiving Old Fic &#8211; Heat &#8211; The Sentinel &#8211; Jim\/Rafe"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>Title: Heat (from the late 1990s\/early 2000s)\r\nAuthor: Squidgie (Walter H. Hopgood)\r\nAuthor Email: walterh@squidge.org\r\nRating: NC17\r\nGenre: The Sentinel - Slash\r\nPairing: Jim\/Other (Rafe)\r\nShoesize: 10.5 *grin*\r\n\r\nWarning: Don't own 'em, Just play with them in my head and let \r\nthem do what they want to.  No celebrities were harmed in the \r\nwriting of this fic, though I did stub my toe.  Wrote this in a little\r\nover two hours in response to a challenge (I *love* a challenge!)\r\n\r\nFeedback greatly appreciated.  Please send to walterh@squidge.org\r\n\r\n=========================================================\r\n\r\nIt was an unusually warm Summer evening in the town of Cascade,\r\nwith the heat from the afternoon-sun-warmed pavement still\r\nradiating through the graffiti tagged downtown, making it's\r\ninhabitants wish for the cooler nights of Fall that were still\r\na few months away.  Jim Ellison, a detective on the Vice Squad\r\nof the Cascade Police Department, was particularly uncomfortable.\r\nHe leaned against the side of an abandoned building, thick\r\nlegs packed into tight black leather pants, his chest rising\r\nand falling slowly underneath a matching leather vest.  He\r\nkept a watch for the mark, mindlessly rubbing his right hand\r\nover the taut muscles of his stomach, spreading the light\r\nsheen of sweat over his torso.  *\/God, I can't wait for my\r\nfucking transfer\/* he thought, eyes scanning the few people\r\naround him.  Ellison was assisting on a drug bust, posing as\r\na male prostitute while the real action was happening half\r\na block away.  His fingers rolled over his erect nipples,\r\ntouching them lightly, as he focused on the undercover car \r\nwith the two agents inside.  He had been ready to move as\r\nsoon as the signal was given, but the scheduled drop was now\r\nninety minutes overdue.  \r\n\r\nA gentle nod of one of the law men in the car told Ellison\r\nto await contact on the nearby payphone.  The shrill of the\r\nphone cut the sultry Summer air, and Jim moved in to pick\r\nit up.  Reaching for the receiver, he noticed the handsome\r\nman in the fancy car drive by again, slowing as he passed\r\nJim.  *\/Nice\/* Jim thought, absently picking up the phone as\r\nhe appreciated the smile of the stranger, bringing the warmed\r\nreceiver to his earpiece.  \"Yeah?\"  Jim tried to be discrete,\r\nnot giving up his cover that he'd worked so hard during his\r\ntime in Vice to put together.\r\n\r\n\"Looks like a no show tonight, Jim\" came the reply from the\r\nofficer in the car.  \"Sundstrom and I are going to throw in\r\nthe towel.  Maybe try again tomorrow night.  You game?\"\r\n\r\n\"Ooh, that sounds hot,\" Jim agreed, not letting the few people\r\nwithin earshot know the real purpose of the conversation he \r\nwas having.\r\n\r\n\"Jeez, tone it town,\" the officer replied with a quick laugh.\r\n\"We're gonna head back to the lot, switch cars, then head\r\nback to the precinct.  See you back there, OK?\"\r\n\r\nJim smiled, looking back at the car.  \"Sounds like a date.  I\r\ncan't wait....  I'll be there soon.\"  He nodded almost\r\nunnoticeably toward the officers in the parked car, then \r\ndropped the receiver back in it's cradle.  \r\n\r\nJim yawned easily, his square jaw showing the angles of his\r\nhandsome face well.  He began a lazy walk away from where the\r\nofficers had parked, taking in the surroundings and trying to\r\nignore the heat that was permeating the evening air.  \r\n\r\nA young couple, obviously having taken a wrong turn, held each\r\nother's hands as they tried to escape the area as quick as \r\npossible.  In a playful mood, Jim winked and imitated a quick \r\nkiss, directed at the young husband.  *\/You left Kansas a long \r\ntime ago, you two\/* he thought, as the couple made a ninety \r\ndegree turn to avoid further contact with the well built man \r\ncoming toward them. *\/Get out of here before you end up on a \r\ncrime scene report.\/*  He smiled inwardly, knowing the couple \r\nwas only a few short blocks away and now going the right \r\ndirection of the downtown shopping district.\r\n\r\nThe hum of a familiar engine made it's way through the heavy \r\nair to Jim's ear, and he turned as the handsome stranger in \r\nthe expensive car pulled toward him.  This time, the car \r\ndidn't continue away from the area.  Rather, it pulled up to \r\nthe curb, close to where Jim was walking.  \"Excuse me,\" a \r\nslightly accented male voice arose from the inside, escaping \r\nfrom the descending passenger's side window. \r\n\r\nImmediately putting on his rent-boy face, Jim walked toward\r\nthe car and leaned down on the warmed windowsill, staring into \r\nthe eyes of the handsome stranger inside.  \"Hi there,\" Jim \r\ngreeted the fellow.  \"What'ya looking for tonight, gorgeous?\"\r\n\r\nThe man inside the car was taken aback momentarily, but smiled\r\nback at Jim.  \"Um, I just need directions to the Cascade Village\r\nFlats.  I'm new here, and I'm a bit lost.\"  The stranger watched\r\nJim flex his pectoral muscles quickly, appreciating the view.\r\n\r\nJim loved it when he could use his well defined assets to \r\nflabbergast those around him.  It was especially appealing with \r\nthis guy.  \"You're only about a couple of miles off, cutie.  \r\nI could help you get there if you want,\" continuing his rent-boy\r\npersona.  He flexed again, appreciating the air conditioning \r\nemanating from the car, though the car's occupant didn't seem to \r\nrealize that it was working the way he seemed to be sweating.\r\n\r\n\"No, no, no.  Thanks, but no thanks.  I don't need to get thrown\r\noff the force before my first day.\"\r\n\r\n\"The force?\" Jim questioned.  He stayed in character, coming back \r\noff of the windowsill as if it were on fire.  \"You a cop?\"\r\n\r\n*\/What a way to introduce yourself to Cascade, Rafe*\/ the new,\r\nyoung detective scolded himself mentally.  He nodded back to the\r\nhunky man, now standing back away from the car gently, \"Yes, \r\nI am.  Or at least I will be, tomorrow morning.\"  He reached\r\nup to the console, sweating fingers twisting the knob on his\r\nair conditioning to the next higher setting.\r\n\r\nA impish smile crawled over Jim's face, revealing both an \r\nincredible dimple and a plan to mess with the rookie's head.  \r\n\"Well now, for a guy who's technically unemployed, I've got just \r\nthe thing for you.\"  Jim reached for the door handle, opening \r\nit slowly.  \"And I won't even charge.  Think of me as the \r\nwelcome wagon.\"  He brought his large framed body into the car, \r\nsettling into the seat before the newest member of Cascade PD \r\ncould object.  Turning to the handsome man, he was greeted with \r\na look of shock and intrigue plastered on the handsome, vaguely \r\nGreek looking face.  Jim put his hand on the man's thigh and \r\nsmiled.  \"Turn left at the next light.\"\r\n\r\nStammering, Rafe began to object.  \"Uumm... Umm, I'm sorry.  \r\nThere's some kind of mistake.  You're going to have to-\"\r\n\r\nJim cut him off before Rafe could object further with a gentle \r\nsqueeze and stroke of Rafe's inner thigh.  \"No mistake, cutie.  \r\nNow pull back into traffic and turn left at the next light.\"\r\n\r\nAs if on autopilot, Rafe followed his hunky companion's directions,\r\nhoping it would lead to an exit out of this quickly developing \r\nTwilight Zone episode.  The two rode silently for a few blocks, \r\nbefore Jim picked up a letter laying on the seat between him and \r\nhis new companion.  It was a job offer to the new Detective sitting \r\nnext to him on Cascade PD letterhead.  *\/Yep, he's legit\/* Jim \r\nthought, making his plan all the much sweeter.  \"Turn right up \r\nhere, babe,\" Jim continued directing the younger man.  In a series \r\nof quick maneuvers of both the car and his hands, he had the younger\r\nman at full attention.  \r\n\r\nRafe had continued to sweat, quite profusely now, regardless of the \r\nlevel of air conditioning.  His attention was diverting between the \r\ngentle admirations of his companion's hand on his thigh and the road.  \r\nAs the back of the leather clad man's hand leaned back into Rafe's\r\ncrotch, revealing a straining erection beneath the expensive black\r\npants he wore, he missed what was being said, not quite believing\r\nwhat he heard.  He shot a confused look to the passenger's side.\r\n\r\n\"I said,\" Jim playfully continued, \"put it in here\".  \r\n\r\nThe look on Rafe's eyes at the statement was incredible, until he\r\nfollowed Jim's strong forearm, looking at the object his mysterious\r\ncompanion was pointing to.  It was the garage for the Cascade\r\nVillage Flats.  Rafe relaxed slightly as he aimed his car inside\r\nthe cement structure and looked for a place to park.  Going up to\r\nthe next floor, the muscled hand leaned back into his crotch again,\r\nthe momentum and force of the turn being the \"excuse\".  He continued\r\nup to the fifth floor, where there were fewer cars present.  Rafe\r\npulled into a slot near the stairs and stopped his car, then looked\r\nover at the man next to him.  \"Um, thanks\" was all he could stutter.\r\n\r\n\"No problem, cutie,\" came Jim's reply.  \"Anytime you need anything,\r\nyou just come looking for me.  I'll be closer than you think.  Right\r\non top of you, just about.\" A quick smile came over Jim's face at the\r\ndouble entendre that the young cop wouldn't get, then followed up his\r\ncomment with the addition of \"Or in front of you, or behind you.  \r\nHowever you want it.\"\r\n\r\nRafe swallowed hard, reaching for the door handle.  The leather clad\r\nman was out of the car quickly, Rafe taking a quick moment to adjust\r\nhimself in his Armani pants, the silk caressing his ass and cock \r\nlightly.  He headed for the stairs, suddenly realizing the stranger \r\nwas following him.  \"Where are you going?\" he asked quickly, wondering \r\nwhat the man was up to now.\r\n\r\nThere was that dimple again, accompanied by a beautiful smile.  \"I've\r\ngot to get out of this garage somehow, handsome.  That is,\" Jim added\r\nsultry, \"if you want me to.\"\r\n\r\nWondering how he got himself into such a mess, Rafe sighed quietly\r\nand tried to compose himself enough to see the property manager to\r\nget his keys.  He started trying to distract himself in a failed \r\neffort to bring himself under control.  The two approached the garage\r\ndoor, and Rafe reached for the handle as the larger man came up\r\nbehind him quickly.  \"What the fu-\"\r\n\r\nStrong, warm hands found their way around Rafe's midsection, and he\r\ncould feel the heat coming off of the body behind him, as Jim's hot\r\nbreath found it's way to Rafe's neck, while his crotch ground into\r\nRafe's rounded ass.  A gentle tonguing of Rafe's ear cut the final\r\nsyllable down to a simple sigh, as Jim manipulated and controlled\r\nRafe's body.  The strong hands made their way across Rafe's stomach,\r\nchest, crotch and neck, leaving the soon to be cop on the edge of\r\nan abyss of pleasure; one that he *so* wanted to plunge into with \r\nhis muscled charge.  He allowed himself to be manipulated by the\r\nexpert hands for a few moments, before capturing them in his own,\r\nturning his body to face his companion's.  \"I - I can't....\"\r\n\r\nLust emanating from Jim's eyes, he replied simply, \"But I can,\" and\r\nthrust his face to Rafe's kissing him bruisingly hard.  The rough\r\nstubble of Jim's face rubbed harshly over his companions well\r\nmanicured cheeks, as tongues jabbed at each other.  Rafe released\r\nJim's hands, now allowing both sets to explore each other's bodies.\r\nThe leather clad ass was firm, yet allowed for easy probing by\r\nRafe's fingers, pulling the couple closer together.  \r\n\r\nAs Jim continued to kiss the younger man, he ground his ass into\r\nhis crotch, alternating with the hands that tugged at his backside.\r\nJim let his hands roam down, stopping on the belt of the well dressed\r\nman for a second, while he pulled it loose.  Moments later, the belt\r\ntook itself and the man's pants south, allowing Rafe's uncut cock \r\nfreedom into the stale air of the garage.  Jim left his new lover's \r\nmouth, trailing kisses down the front of the pressed shirt, until he \r\nkneeled in front of the handsome man.  With one hand on Rafe's butt,\r\nhe brought the other to Rafe's balls, squeezing gently as he took\r\nthe foreskin into his mouth, sucking gently.\r\n\r\nRafe thought he would explode immediately, with all the incredible\r\nsensations the muscular stranger was bringing forth within him.\r\nStrong fingers kneaded Rafe's ass, while the stranger wrapped his\r\nother hand around Rafe's cock, using it to guide his head, taking \r\nthe wet, throbbing cock all the way down his throat.  He could feel \r\nhis foreskin peeling back, revealing the sensitive head in the back \r\nof the man's throat.  Rafe let his hands run over the his lover's \r\nhead, alternating the rubbing of the freshly cropped hair and guiding \r\nhis cock in and out of the talented cocksucker's mouth.\r\n\r\nJim kept sucking, feeling the cock pulse in his mouth, turned on by\r\nthe incredible moaning that was being produced from the handsome\r\nman.  His own erection was straining beneath the leather pants he\r\nstill wore, but he ignored it, vowing to please the new cop above\r\nall else.  A gentle squeeze of the cop's balls caused his companion\r\nto lean forward, thrusting deeply into Jim's mouth.  The moans began\r\nto get louder and more frequent, and Jim knew that his new lover was\r\nclose.  He squeezed the guy's cock harder, willing the cum to flow\r\nfrom it quickly, while bringing his other fingers just under the\r\nguy's balls.  As his head was guided back and forth over the\r\ncock, the young cop continued to thrust.  Jim began pressing on the \r\nsensitive area just behind the balls, and that seemed to trigger the \r\nfinal throws of his lover's overture.\r\n\r\nRafe cried out loudly, causing the pigeons roosting in the crevices\r\nof the garage roof to frighten and take off.  The two men didn't \r\nnotice, however, as Rafe continued to thrust into his lover's mouth, \r\nhis seed pulsing out of his cock and into the hot mouth.  He continued \r\nto guide his cock, while his companion prodded and coaxed, until every \r\ndrop of cum had left the his man's cock, filling the cocksucker's \r\nmouth.\r\n\r\nHeart racing, Rafe knew for sure that if he hadn't had an orgasm right\r\nthen, that he'd be facing a heart attack for sure.  He guided the man\r\noff of his cock, reluctant to uncouple from him and spoil the moment\r\nthat the two had shared.  The larger man came up from his pleasuring\r\nposition and looked at Rafe in the eyes.  He leaned forward, roughly\r\nkissing Rafe, passing some of Rafe's own seed into his mouth.  The\r\nsensation was incredible, Rafe not having actually experiencing the\r\nact before, but reveling in the experience.\r\n\r\nHesitantly at first, Jim pulled away from the handsome cop and looked\r\ndeep into his eyes.  With a quick squeeze of the cop's ass, Jim flashed\r\nhim his best smile and said before turning away, \"Welcome to Cascade.\"\r\n\r\nfin<\/pre>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Title: Heat (from the late 1990s\/early 2000s) Author: Squidgie (Walter H. Hopgood) Author Email: walterh@squidge.org Rating: NC17 Genre: The Sentinel &#8211; Slash Pairing: Jim\/Other (Rafe) Shoesize: 10.5 *grin* Warning: Don&#8217;t own &#8217;em, Just play with them in my head and let them do what they want to. 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