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Disclaimer: I do not own Heavy Rain, and am not affiliated with Quantic Dream, or Sony. (Sad to say) I do not own Norman Jayden, Carter Blake, or any offical characters contained within. I earn no money from this work of fiction.

Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
Rating: M
Warnings: Oral sex
Author's Note: TWO CHAPTERS, wuuuut? Yeah, I told you I needed to split it up, hah.

"Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
- Queen, Bohemian Rhapsody
U p l o a d e d

He awoke far faster then he had hoped, Jayden had sworn that he was only asleep for seconds, though as he fluttered his eyelids and saw full daylight all around, he realized his folly. His dream was brief, and he had only fleeting moments of near-shellshock as he remembered flames and screams. After a small shake-off he blinked rapidly and looked about, once again recognizing the more normal Blake sitting next to him. He was surprised to feel relief nearly every second he looked in the man's direction. Knowing that the person was his only link to reality, at this point, if it wasn't for the…favors, it would almost be a charity case on his part.
Blake was sitting with a vague look of frustration on his face, and when Norman looked up and made eye contact, he gave him a long, sweeping glare. Now the young agent could see the utter frustration he was trying to demonstrate towards him.
"Fuck'n traffic…"
Norman looked back towards the windshield, glancing out as he witnessed some sort of older black Honda blocking their way, along with the line of cars in front, as well as next to them on both sides. They seemed to have stopped right near the exit towards D.C, with the green sign pointing towards the nearby road to exit the highway. The large metal sign craned but a good twenty feet ahead, almost taunting them with it's "so close but so far" nature.
"Christ…"
Jayden swore, fluttering his eyelids as he then palmed his forehead, rubbing it as he tried his best to de-stress everything that's happened in the past few hours…Not to mention days.
"Been like this for about thirty minutes…" Blake put, in a terribly frustrated tone, then let out a deep sigh.
"We're gonna be late if it doesn't pick up, here…"
Jayden got the distinct feeling that Blake was done being mad about it. No doubt, while he was out, he had raged and vented all through the car, maybe even yelling out the window at the impassible obstruction. There was that point where no matter how angry a person could get, they would always cool down and mope into a sort of complacent, tired mood, where they ceased to care and were filled with depression and disgust. It seemed to Norman that he had waken up at just the right time. How he could sleep through all of that, though, he wasn't entirely sure. Being drugged half to death couldn't have hurt.
"Is it usually like this on a weekday around this time?" Carter asked the tired, damaged man next to him.
Watching with only slight interest, Jayden shook his head, then gave his own sigh. Then he yawned almost right afterwards, and Blake fought the urge to do so himself.
"Naw…No…Somethin' must be up…"
Either there was a wreck, or maybe some sort of construction? Back home, Blake knew the running joke was that the state animal was never the whitetail deer, but instead the construction horse. Not that it was a particularly funny running joke, but it made it's point. The state was notorious for it's large amount of road construction, the reasons running from the sheer amount of roads, to the ever-increasing desire for the government to spend money on transportation to drive the economy…Or some shit, Blake heard the reasons, didn't fully doubt their logic, but knew that in the end…It still was an incredible pain in the ass.
Still, he knew that most road construction really should have been wrapped up by this time of year. Besides…They were in Maryland, now. Approaching D.C., and were going at a fairly good pace before this whole shit came to fruition. Now he sat in traffic as the only entertainment and way to pass the time was watching FBI here twitch in his sleep- so much that he looked to be genuinely going mad in his own dreams.
Carter sat there for a good twenty minutes, a strange, almost constant feeling of near animosity, near awkwardness brewing between one another. They were sitting in a car in the middle of the highway, not moving, the occasional honking car blaring about them as the sun beat down all around and made it plenty obvious to both of them that morning had ceased, and soon the funeral would be well on it's way. Both blamed one another internally for the situation, but never said it out loud. Now was not a good time for either member of the party to get pissed off.
'I'm so fucked if this doesn't open up here in the next thirty…'
Norman rolled himself to sit more upright, looking around as he took the full scene as a man so obsessed with details would do. Cars stretched for miles up ahead and back, yet a particular dark SUV up ahead, right in front of the car on their right side, it was exactly what made him more then glad to leave many of the cities he'd been assigned to. Several conservative-minded bumper stickers lined it's tail gate, but the main one that inflamed him was one in particular. 'ADAM and EVE not Adam and STEVE.'
Scrunching up his nose, he pursed his lips and scoffed louder then he wanted. He looked further forward, finding the front inhabited by quite the gross-appearing redneck in the front seat. Shockingly enough, there was nobody, male or female, in the passenger's seat to keep his bigoted self company. He wanted nothing more then to pull up alongside the trash and give him an "Up Yours!" gesture to end them all. Though he knew from experiences he'd investigated that such road-rage often didn't end well.
"…Basst'ed…"
It was just under his breath, but part of him wanted to share this irritation with Blake. Wanted to secretly see the rough cop explode on the redneck and beat him to a pulp- yet he really and truly knew better. For one, as satisfying it was to his ego- this wouldn't be the first time he'd wanted to express his anger on someone who's ideals varied greatly from his. After a time, he'd been able to shrug it off, let it roll right from his shoulders. This time…Well, this time he felt somehow compelled to do or say something, now that he had someone with him who would stand behind nearly any violent altercation he'd dish out. It wasn't so much a decision as much as it was an unconscious reaction- all from acquiring what he supposed now qualified as a 'partner' in some sense- even if his definition had become more like a caretaker.
'Caretaker…Huh, gotta say I nevah saw that com'n…'
Already, Carter was changing him. He realized that in one nausea-inducing moment, as normally such things wouldn't do much then bat his eye. Had it been just about any other time, he'd have far more to be concerned about, his career and college education enough to make him feel more then confident. Now? Now Norman wanted to take out all his problems on the nearest degenerate. He wasn't sure if he felt better now that he got some of his inner rage out into the open, or disgusted with how low he'd sunk.
"What?"
Carter had been bored out of his mind by the presence of this stilled, frustrating moment in time. Just about anything would have been interesting at this point. For a second, he assumed he was the one being called an illegitimate child to an unwed mother- but seeing as they haven't talked for a good ten minutes, he wasn't sure why he'd be even insulted, lest it be for a previous offence.
"Nah, it's…it's nothing."
Blake looked up and over at Jayden with some suspicion. He knew, of course, that it wasn't 'nothing', and couldn't help but draw conclusions that his former coworker was just like a woman in that regard. It was always something, and they wanted you to pry, to work harder to uncover their secrets. If Blake pressed, he'd wonder if he would actually get it; or get an irritated expression from the young man. Why bother, though? It wasn't like it actually meant anything to him. Jayden was a grown man; there was no reason why he couldn't fight his own battles, solve his own problems…
"It's just…That asshole ov'ah there…In the veh'hicle."
'Goddamn it…Just as bad as a girl-'
"What? What'd he do?"
Carter surprised himself with his sudden, almost violent protective behavior. Though in the moment, he was less concerned about it as much as he was curious to know if anyone decided to ruffle the feathers of his resident dead pack-mate. Had a wolf or other vicious predatory mammal witnessed such behavior, they would have seen the two as traveling partners in both the hunt and breeding rights. What disturbed the one, set off the other. Neither could help it- the instinct far older then them both, rooted in simpler times.
Watching the younger man shake his head, he simply wet his lips with that little pink tongue of his.
"Uh…Nothing, just his bump'ah stickers…He's a homah'phobe…"
A small smirk graced his face of the cop just caught himself from scoffing- aw, poor little Norman just got his feelings hurt by some white trash red-neck with an affinity for bashing the gay culture. He honestly thought the FBI agent- former agent, he supposed…Had a bit thicker skin then that.
"So? Get out of the car, walk over…and call him a fuck'n faggot. I bet that would just piss him right off."
His own voice sounded rather gruff towards the end, nearly the frequency of gravel being ground down into dirt. It seemed to display it's own inner aggravation, souped up and driven to a senseless anger fueled by vengeance, finding himself slightly ruffled by Norman's suddenly upset attitude. It bothered him, and without any conscious effort, his protective inner self began to boil and seethe beneath the surface. It longed, nearly craved to go on a rampage.
The younger man gave his curt little half-smile, and just shook his head. The bags below his eyes seemed to have increased even since they left the house. He had looked thin ever since he died, and tired since the minute he woke up, so he knew it wasn't that. Something seemed to almost make him look more sickly, destitute and stressed to the bone. Even since the coffee shop, his face turned an even more ghostly, sheet-paper pale, his eyes sleepy and ready to close. Damn kid looked to have gone through a war.
"Nah…I'm be'tah then that…" Came out with a small smile, perhaps indicating to Blake that the older man himself was more on that level.
"Shit, I forgot…" Carter returned, the corner of his right lip turning up against his will.
"…I'm sitting next to mister fuck'n FBI- bet y'ah think your shit smells like roses…"
Surprisingly irritated, Jayden was temped to fire back with "No, more like tulips," but just barely stopped himself. He wasn't sure if that would either make the lieutenant laugh, or send him into a rage. They were on decent terms right now, and despite all the drama of the past few hours, he'd just began to calm down. It was at that point where too much unexplainable, perplexing shit had happened, that anything else sort of felt comfortably numb.
A few more uncomfortable moments passed, and he heard Blake shift in his seat, before doing this odd thing he seemed to do when he was bored simply out of his skull- even if his rage was increasing by the moment by the traffic jam from Hell.
"So…What's your favorite movie?"
Jayden found himself not as surprised as before- back when Blake decided to ask where he went to school. There must have been something to the detective, an innate curiosity, that made him desire to know the agent's basic habits. Perhaps, like Jayden himself, he wanted to construct a small profile? Or, just maybe…he just wanted to know what fucking movie was his favorite…Though the young agent had come to know that deep down, everything someone did was rooted in either something primordial and quite animal, or something learned and very much instilled. Everything could profile a human being, and although Carter was turning out to be quite an unusual case, he did his best no matter the pointlessness to it all.
"Uh…" Jayden lowered his head, scratching the back of it, where his hair met the neck, and thought that one over. Shit, what was his favorite movie? Viewing the artful pieces of entertainment were often a luxury for his busy schedule.
"I dunno…I watch whatev'ah looks interest'n when I have the time…Not much into 'em I guess."
He had partially lied. Sometimes he'd get really, really into a movie. Truth be told, he didn't care for horror flicks, hardcore action movies, or even raunchy comedies. Perhaps if the right mood struck him, he could watch all of those, but he found all the situations a bit too bland or, in the case of horror- too nauseating and even close to home considering his profession. He had enough of dead bodies in his normal life, saw enough of the pain behind each death to feel almost sick at the concept of playing with it on the big or small screen.
True to his profession, be could become entrenched in crime dramas, or perhaps the occasional light-hearted romantic comedy. That last one was something he could never admit to Blake, God only knew he hated to admit it to himself. He didn't even prescribe to the message always sent forth in such movies- sex and love were virtually dead subjects to him. Yet they displayed a certain supplement, some sort of false reality he'd wish he could obtain.
Though he'd sort of grown out of movies- it didn't help that it seemed they simply didn't make them quite as good as they used to. There was no magical spark, no captivating moments, no memorable scenarios where characters said just the right thing at the right time- all but a few ever made him sit up and take notice. Yet once they did, they almost seemed to lose that quality as his life seemed to make them nothing more but Hollywood fantasy.
"Hmmm." Blake doubted, though his face was surprisingly bland and hard to read as he hummed off Jayden's inability to be a bit more laid-back. Everybody liked a little fantasy to get away from day-to-day, shitty life, right? Even the man in blue, himself, liked to fucking laugh after a hard week busting his ass, with little recognition. The man loved to fantasize more then anything, something few people, especially Jayden, would ever recognize about his character.
"I think you're full of shit." He put, though it was more playful then anything. The words had no bite.
"Bet that doesn't include gay porn." Blake gave the man a coy look, the corner of his mouth going up as he eyed the young man beginning to blush badly in the next seat.
"Ver'ah funny...I actually don't own an'eh..."
The comment made him slightly uncomfortable; yet to his credit he quickly sat back up, regaining composure quickly. 'Change the subject…' Became the only tool in his arsenal.
"Oh, okay…So what'ya you like? Watch 'The Notebook' with ice cream and a box of Kleenex?"
His tone was meant to be more of a joke then the nigh-serious tone it came out as. Carter scowled a little before his head jerked back a touch, turning into a smirk that belayed more bonding than irritation, his eyes narrowing as he considered what to say back to the little bitch.
"Done that before, Norm? Know how it works?"
"Naw, naw…I'm a profillah, I know how you operate, is all."
"Smartass…" Blake mumbled, then decided to get out of this nowhere conversation as he stuck his neck to the left, close to his driver's side window as he attempted to look around the car in front of him to see if there were any clues to the jam.
"Bullitt- I'll never forget seeing it on cable when my parents were out…Scarred me for fuck'n life."
It was a joke, the end part, anyway, evidenced by the laugh that followed his words. Jayden grinned- he'd indeed seen the Steve Mccqueen crime movie that featured muscle cars flying about 60's era San Francisco. He also remembered the movie being a cop flick- a crime drama. Now he wondered if the movie influenced the cop's decision to go into law enforcement. Or hell, even the Firebird in his back yard.
"Good movie…"
Jayden admitted, even if he personally had only seen it once, many years ago. Though he also knew it was a classic, so he still gave it his seal of approval while he sat in the cop's car.
"Scarred ya? It wasn't a scary movie…" He quipped.
"Yeah- I just didn't know shit was that messed up when I was that old…Think I was just eight…Got me interested in being a cop." Bingo, Jayden thought.
"It was more then that, though…" He sighed, and Jayden perked up, now intrigued about his traveling partner's past, willing to listen if the cop was equally willing to speak.
Except he didn't. An odd silence filled the air, as Norman expected him to open up, but nothing came out. Carter, on the other hand, simply never meant to say anything else, but found himself almost wanting to. Instead, another pregnant silence passed, as after several seconds of considering for one party, and intent listening on the other, Carter simply reached up to briskly scratch his beard, the sound surprisingly loud as his nails brushed against his rough, prickly facial hair.
"Yeah…" He sighed, willing his desire to just not fucking talk for a while.
It worked, for the most part. Norman seemed to rest his head back into the seat, his body steadily going limp as it became apparent he was once more attempting to get some sleep. Carter felt himself nearly overcome with that same desire as well; how nice it would fucking be to just catch some shut-eye; as much as he wanted? Be back in his mundane, yet comfortably broken-in bed and just sleep all the goddamn day, it was an amazingly comforting thought.
With a yawn, he fought at this sudden onslaught of fatigue as he watched some of the cars in front of him began to move. He almost got excited, moving his car from park into drive, then inching forward as his lane moved a good twenty feet before dead-stopping again. The lanes next to him moved even less, so he supposed he should have felt grateful. Not so much, though.
"Fuck…"
Surprisingly low for his tone of voice, he yawned again as he said the curse and laid back against the seat. He figured at this point -he'd be fucked; not unless he sped the rest of the way after this thing opened up in about fifteen minutes. He was determined to get to the viewing out of his own curiosity, wanting to see if that was really Jayden in that casket…And how in God's name they could have possibly salvaged him into some sort of recognizable person after what he witnessed before. It would have been like taking tuna from a can and reassembling it back into a fish.
In fact, he wondered with great intrigue why the family would even attempt such a thing. Wouldn't anyone in their right mind just have a closed casket? He'd been to his many funerals- knew the etiquette well. Times where cops were nearly blown apart in the line of duty- all with the caskets firmly closed to prevent the legacy of the dead from being remembered by his destroyed shell rather then his living spirit…Or some shit like that, he figured.
With his head laying back against the seat, it didn't take him long before his eyes started to drift shut. The heat from the car had felt so relaxing considering how damn cold it was outside. It nearly felt like a nice, warm blanket enveloping him. Listening to the soft, yet rhythmic breathing of Norman unconsciously put him into a 'pack' state, two male lions out on the hunt, stopping to rest and sleep in the African sun. To emphasize that point, Blake yawned wide yet again, exposing his large canine teeth- giving him a beastly appearance quite akin to that very predatory beast on the prowl. It didn't take long for him to accidentally fall asleep, though truth be told, he didn't exactly fight it, either.
It was a sex dream- an almost inevitable event considering he was indeed, a man. A man who far and away didn't have his sexual needs met on a regular basis. At least Norman began to indulge such desires- even if it was rather unorthodox considering his gender and methods of fulfillment.
He was surprised, however, to find his dream to involve just that…Norman Jayden, dressed in his iconic grey suit and slacks, hair perfectly fixed and facial hair nicely trimmed to reveal a chiseled face that came off as both manly and boyish, his white alabaster skin and cerulean eyes seemed almost like some made-to-order gay sex slave from some catalog from ancient Rome. Though Carter couldn't help but love that thought- he was the antichrist, right? What better way was there to teach him a 'lesson?'
The dream was surprisingly vivid, and he found himself back in that room where they had their kick-off meeting on the second day of the investigation. There was Norman, just finishing telling him that he hadn't found "absou-fuck-a-loutely-nothing!" in two years time of investigating the Origami Killer- something that, when the thought came up, continued to aggravate and enrage him to this day.
"Fuck'n asshole!" Came his belligerent, rage-induced outburst as he kicked the chair out of utter frustration at not being able to physically harm the FBI agent.
Norman backed away in surprise-and in retrospect, delight filled Carter to the brim. That look of slight fear in his eyes replayed back, over and over again. Perry told him "Enough!"- nearly ready to ask Jayden about the rainfall when Blake went against the grain of both authority and basic decency- even reality, as he now understood the perfect way to put Jayden in his place. Something that he didn't do, didn't even think to do at the time, but now seemed absolutely perfect.
"Blake! Shit, Blake- Perry! Get him off-"
Rushing at the agent, he grabbed his wrists and pulled them behind his back. Using his body, he pressed Norman against the nearby desk and rotated his hips along the other man's ass, pressing and caressing the crevasse of his buttocks with his crotch, the young man turning rigid at the sensation. Not his cock, but simply his entire body from head to toe in a fear response. At this, he felt himself begin to swell in arousal at having sex in front of his coworkers, both Perry and Ash too shocked to do anything. It was his dream; it's not like he'd have them cause too much trouble.
"You wanna cock in your ass, Jayden?" He asked loudly, nearly yelling it.
Jayden's wide eyes and his panicked breath couldn't compete with Blake's erratic, loud huffing and puffing, his hips now thrusting forward as his swelled yet contained dick continued to be moved along the still-clothed crack of his ass.
"Stop! Get…G'het off!"
His words were rushed, full of fight-or-flight panic as he sounded anything but aroused, but instead terrified. That accent of his deepened, becoming nearly impossible to understand. He felt a swell of pride at being able to cause such an effect on the professional pain-in-the-ass.
"You little fuck'n pussy- you faggot. You wanna nice hard cock in your ass, don't ya? Fuck'n gonna…bend you over, fuck yah right here…Invite the whole precinct in…"
"No! No- please…I…Ah'm sawree…I'll just-"
He saw it all, and was surprised, if not horrified at his actions, the struggling, the frustrated sexual energy as he felt his loins pulse, tugging and fumbling at the belt as he panted and snorted- half ripping and half tearing the belt off as he then reached down and got the button, the zipper, not wasting any time as he pulled Norman's pants down with sex-crazed lunacy.
Tugging down his own zipper with just as much urgency, he pulled his dick from his pants more hastily then if it was a gun in a fight for his life. His erection was urgent, dripping pre-cum inside his pants as he yearned in alpha-male arousal to mount this insufferable, weaker, upstart young male. It was hard and ready, and with a few strokes from his hand, he spread the pre-cum all over the organ effectively. Jerking it a few more times, he turned towards that alabaster, smooth and tight ass as he used his hand to line the head up with his entrance, moving with it as he struggled, but leaned forward as he felt him jerk at the feeling of it touching the outside of it perfectly. Any more pressure whatsoever would puncture inside- His erection throbbed horribly, ready to take back control-
A horn blared horribly, awaking him with a start. He coughed hard and blinked a good twenty or so times as he regained his breathing. God, what was he dreaming about? Fleeting moments remained from the fantasy, and despite having it just milliseconds ago, they were fleeting fast. The brain does not desire us to remember our dreams, the events too traumatic and implausible to be healthy. And indeed, Carter just barely recalled having some sort of sexual encounter with a man- and instantly it became about as vivid as possible- that it was Jayden, goddamn, motherfucking, cock-sucking, Jayden!
A new horror dawned on him when he realized that he had been trying to rape him in front of coworkers- all other details remained stagnant and unyielding. Fuck, what did this mean? Some would have simply assumed that it meant he wanted to fuck the FBI agent, and nothing more. Others would assert the issue had more to do with dominance and control over a variety of situations.
Carter, of course, chose the former.
Christ, he'd never forced himself on anybody in his life. His career would have been down the tubes years ago had that been the case. Never mind the fact that his sister was raped before she died- that didn't even enter the part of his thought process as he saw raping a man simply…different. He'd considered taking Norman by force before, but that was back when he considered him little more then a computer program. Now? It was becoming increasingly evident this wasn't the case.
The pulsing in his crotch, however, was the biggest issue. There was no getting past that. It surged and beat with every pump of his heart, his arousal building as his cock's veins engorged with blood. Laying back, he took a deep breath as he analyzed the situation, his hard-on still his biggest concern. The car had beeped at him because there was a whole two car lengths ahead that were empty. Oh wow…If he didn't move, surely, he wouldn't be able to get there two car lengths sooner!
Frustrated, horny, but not one for slowing down, he grabbed the shifter and put it back into drive, then moved the appropriate distance before putting it back in park, and this time shutting the car off. Checking the time, he realized they would absolutely be late if things didn't pick up now.
He took a deep breath, then pressed himself deep into the seat with a withheld groan. God, the smallest amount of clothing rubbing up against his cock was feeling good. He repeated the action, shifting about and pressing down, then forward slowly. His eyes shut as he felt a spark against his sensitive masculine flesh. He felt no qualms about doing this next to Norman, in fact the idea of doing it with company right next to him was making the situation far more arousing. He groaned wantonly, throwing his head back slowly and taking a deep breath; he'd do anything for a good fuck right now.
Why not jack off? I mean, really? Everyone's windows were closed in the car next to him, and certainly weren't looking in his direction. Jayden was fast asleep, and although the concept of having sex in public was his main fantasy, he was far too concerned about his livelihood to actually jack off in front of somebody. Just having Jayden blow him was quite the blush-inducing experience in itself- and he didn't have to worry about making him front-page news.
Still…Norman's hand was next to him, twitching in some odd dream as he glanced at it out of curiosity. He'd been twitching for a while now. Vaguely, he wondered what it would be like to have Norman rub one out for him in traffic. It would be the closest thing to his exhibitionist fantasy, just barely safe enough to register as 'public' while still remaining sheltered from the outside world.
A few seconds passed by, Blake telling himself that it was out of the question- that he'd get Norman to blow him in a more secure location to avoid any prying eyes. Then he looked around out of possible interest, and he found indeed that staring at him seemed to be the least interesting concept to anyone around him. The very thought of using Norman's hand as a device for sensual pleasure made him pulse with a heightened sense of arousal. Fuck it, the sooner he did it- the sooner he could get off.
Gingerly, he reached for the agent's hand as it twitched in his sleep-state of unknown importance. Pulling it carefully by the wrist, he put it into his lap, and he nearly gasped when he manipulated it just right- so that he ran the fingertips up and down the cock contained inside his pants. The fact that his little victim was still asleep and unsuspecting made the concept far more erotic than normal.
Putting the hand down, he almost immediately reached down and undid his belt, the pace almost ridiculous as he felt the need to take out his dick as fast as possible. He gently, carefully pulled his pants down, raising his hindquarters up and into the air as he slid them off his hips, the rustling of the belt and clothing making him wince and stop, heart racing as he watched for Norman's reaction- only to find him still in a semi-peaceful state.
His briefs soon followed suit, falling down around his knees as he set his ass down into the seat. Carter checked around once more, heart quickening in pace- the throbbing in his cock ceaseless, his rigid organ already stiffening to full rigidity when it flopped from his underwear.
Contrary to what one may assume, it wasn't against Carter's nature to be gentle. Rather, it was more a setting of the right conditions and the right person at the right moment. Right now, it was both an appreciation of the man's soft, silky and unknowing hand, and the need to keep his motions from waking the sleeping profiler. It wasn't the fear of Norman at all, but rather the fear of being discovered doing such a lascivious act. Why would he need to do this if the man could blow him whenever he wanted? Or if he could get a woman- supposedly, according to him- whenever he wanted? It wasn't so much the action, for Carter, but the thought of taboo along with it.
So, he very gently took the agent's hand again, and proceeded to move his smooth fingertips along his shaft. His neck curled back nearly instantly, opening his mouth and whispering an "Oh fuck." as his eyes leeringly shut half-way. He had to bite his lip, then licking it nearly as an apology to himself. He wasn't sure why, but the very touch was making him stiffen nearly rod-iron straight. Watching with a keen interest, he did it again, this time using the hands innate curl to put his dick through them, the fingers loosely holding it out of some odd instinct as he held it by the wrist. Taking a deep breath, he began to thrust into and out of the flaccid hold the young man had, albeit at a slow and cautious pace.
It was good, though not quite as good as to when the young man seated next to him performed the action himself. He figured that now, the taboo may have been over, or it was simply the looseness of the hold- so he put his large hand over his, squeezing it to form a tighter grip-
"Wha…?"
Jayden seemed almost startled awake, and Carter could have sworn he nearly jumped five feet into the air. This caused an absolute and total esculation of desire on his part, and he wasn't sure why. He was positive it would be more like a parent walking into the room, being discovered wasn't exactly a turn on for many people, even if exhibitionism was one for him- yet the fact that Jayden's hand was still touching his dick while he was moving and consious tickled him just the right way. The spike of adrenaline making his heart hammer and abdomen fire away in joy. The hand moved away, apparently unaware of its doings, but the feeling remained...with the exception of absolute sexual hunger alongside it.
Right then, he wasn't sure what it was in particular that woke the brunette up, was it his touch? The sound of him unbuckling his pants? The buckle and zipper nearly clanging against one another with no real heed or care to who heard them? For all he knew, it could have been both. Maybe he pretended to be asleep this whole time, just to fuck with him? Either way, he watched the young man jerk away, and it was unknown at the moment whether he actually noticed anything in particular.
It took but a moment for Jayden to sit up, collecting his bearings as his sleep-starved eyes blinked to take in the moment. He was still drugged more than a good race horse, and felt about as awkward as one right then and there. Though he wanted nothing more than to just go back to sleep, his dreams were full of laughing, napalm bomb drops, and a surging fire that seemed to be engulfing a home. It was chilling, sure, but when he awoke these images all but disappeared, like most dreams when taken out of far too soon.
What Jayden did notice, was that there was still traffic blocking them in. He didn't dare think about the time, to look at the clock and find them perhaps hours late. What he did instead was hang his head, not even wanting to look at Blake for fear that he was piss angry and willing to beat anybody and anything into a fine pulp. Especially since as far as Blake was concerned, this was all his fault. Great, blame it on the dead guy.
Suddenly- a grip on his hair- strong, determined, yet still oddly gentle- realized a second after he remembered who it was. Blake- Carter Blake. He normally didn't… do anything that softly, he knew that already about the man. He was too drowsy to fight back at full strength, but felt his body being pulled slightly down. This time he took recourse- pulling back up and looking drearily towards the lieutenant.
"Cartah? What are you doo'in?"
The sound of clothing being ruffled, and a hand surfed down to his back, riding the line between his backside and the fabric of the seat. It was odd, because he was getting the chills now from that epically warm hand on his lat muscles. He took a deep breath and his body stiffened- almost by instinct, he felt both the desire to flee yet still a warmth in his loins and abdomen, the very beginnings of sexual arousal.
"Norman, ever hear of a…highway delight?"
The way he said that- Norman could hear the same fucking tone of his voice he used when he was told "we're on the same team now!" many days ago. It dug right under his skin, made him hate Carter Blake all over again. In the same breath, however, it reminded him of exactly where he was. He had performed sex acts to the man, in a voluntary state, he faced it. Why, he wondered, did this continue to surprise him?
Christ- he really should know what a "highway delight" was. It sounded dirty, and it was obvious enough the man was ready for sex. Blake didn't seem to care or await for an answer, just once more tried to guide the young man down to his crotch by pushing his downwards. Jayden jerked from this intrusion over his own free will, and gave his traveling companion a hateful glare.
"Blake! Get'cha hands off ah me!"
Yet the older man's glare was matching in terms of hateful energy. Sneering, he displaying some of those pearly white teeth along with narrowing his eyes horribly. It wasn't the most offended Carter Blake he'd ever seen, but it was still pretty bad.
"What's the matter, Norman? Getting cold feet again? You were jerk'n me off in your sleep, pervert."
Norman's eyebrows tweaked as he jerked his face in his direction- no he wasn't. He knew that shit right away…Except he had been known to occasionally sleep walk. For a second he considered the possibility, then shook his head with a sneer on his lips as he looked towards the man beside him.
"Bullshit, Cartah! I don't believe f'ah a second-"
"Yeah, you're right- I did it. Now I just want the real deal, is that so much to ask?"
His tone was surprisingly…Pleading? His eyes were hungry, chest moving as his breathing was obviously increased. Even the whole car seemed warmer, the feel of the man's heat literally radiating off of him. The hand still remained on his back, and the mere closeness of being in the same vicinity of the older man began to intoxicate him. The smell, the heat, the sound of his hurried breath as the warm air from his large, rough lips sailed outward...Taking a deep breath, he looked down, the sexual tension in the air primed by the quest for dominance and the same desire to give up- to submit, and simply enjoy the ride without concern or worry.
"You're not ask'in…" Norman said under his breath, his heart hammering as he knew this was going to be nearly impossible to get out of. "Yah tell'n."
Tilting his head slightly, Carter's small eyes remained half closed as that left hand from the top of his head- began to curl around to his ear. Norman couldn't help it, and leaned into the grip, eyes closing lustfully as he breathed in, sighing deeply. He let himself give in, allowing his body to accept the heat that now pulsed in his groin the minute those fingers touched his ear. Why should he worry? Why did he need to feel out of place? Why was he so concerned about…appearances? When somebody right here wanted him? Even if was just for his body-
This time, instead of pulling his head down, the horny cop reached across and took his hand in his. He wasn't surprised that he pulled it over so roughly, but was grateful and a little bewildered that at least his grip was loosely clasping it. He pulled it over and put it into his lap, and moved it…slowly, until it reached his bulging cock once more.
He felt the man breathe, his massive body moving slowly despite his arousal. It seemed as though he sighed in relief the minute that hand touched his body, and Norman bit at his lip as he attempted to calm himself down, heart hammering and vision still at odds with itself.
Though the young agent couldn't quite help but feel a spark of sexual fury begin in his own crotch. That burning, pulsing sensation spiking in his briefs at once again performing this act. It was still sick to him; but it had appeared his body had gotten used to these events already. By all means, his sexual organs assumed he was going to either jack off or have sex- so why not be prepared?
"That's it…"
Norman began to move his own hand now. He took a deep, shuddering breath as the moment began to take him, his whole young, smooth body jumping at the opportunity for intercourse, even if it was rather one-sided. This horrified him, the concept of his body reacting so instinctively to Blake of all people- though he also couldn't argue with it, couldn't tell it that it should know better…Couldn't argue with the throbbing erection he was now sporting inside his pants as he stroked the other man's cock, feeling it pulse with desired stimulation that he, himself, had caused.
The agent took a moment to take in the power that laid in said hand- the sheer and utter heat that irradiated from between Blake's legs, body priming for the activity that ensured their species' survival. His imagination filled in the blanks of that fat, nicely-sized cock doing more than being stroked or sucked, wondering what it would feel like inside him. The moment took him, and he no longer felt completely at odds with himself as his back curled into an arch, a tingle surging downward as that dramatic pulsing intensified. Christ- was he drooling? He could have sworn he got that watery-feeling inside his mouth, and not the kind that usually signaled an incoming regurgitation. The kind he swore he felt the first time he tried this, but now recognized it as something that was, perhaps, something altogether different.
Feeling the arousal began to envelop him, he gladly began to fondle the organ with more enthusiasm than before. He heard Carter began to grow anxious, his breaths coming out in long sighs as his chest heaved. Spurred on, he felt his own loins cry out for hunger as he shifted in his seat, moving closer and sitting on his knees as he caty-cornered face the lieutenant. Even if he was taller at this moment, at all moments, somehow he seemed like a daunting task, a nearly impossible mission in all possible applications.
Carter's hand shifted to the shoulder facing him, his grip not as strong as he'd felt before. It was more of an urging action, trying to get the younger man to take him in more of a willing action then to force it, quite unlike in his dream. It subconsciously made him want to be gentler with who he'd thought of his 'go-to bitch' in terms of his cock.
Though Norman knew nothing about said dream, and so found an odd flip settling in his stomach at this action. Their eyes locked as Norman made a small coo in his throat- timed perfectly as the other hand reached forward and stroked his jaw line- shocking himself as a his cock twitched in arousal, leaning over and placing more of his face in that outstretched hand.
He heard Carter return his own coo, though far rougher and throat-based, and it drove him wild. Crotch surging, body priming as he thrust into the seat below him in a slow, unable to control rocking motion. It must have driven Carter nuts, too, as he felt that thumb crest his plump lips and disappear inside.
"Lick it…Ah, fuck, Norman…Ah, yeah…"
It was happening before he could even give the command. Norman took that thumb into his mouth, sucking it as he pulled it inward, his body shaking in a combination of excitement and arousal as he tasted the salty, rough flavor and texture. He took notice of how smooth his nail and cuticle were- a lovely contrast to his hard skin. He gave it a few more sucks, his eyes closing in order to prevent locking eyes with the detective, the nature of the events catching up to him. 'Jesus! What am I do'in?'
That was, until a hand reached under the back of his suit. It moved with surprising fluidity, and he froze, his whole body going rigid as he realized that the man was continuing some sort of actual affectionate contact between them. He almost didn't want it, accepting it thereby allowing sexual advances from someone who completely disrespected himself. But when that hand moved up and down, stroking his lower back and making him quiver- he moaned over the thumb in his mouth, and knew right then he could very well go all the way if asked, and damn near wanted to. An image flashed into his head at being on his back, with Carter holding his sides as he sunk in and out of him repeatively, The sound of their skin slapping together and manly grunts as he was pummeled into a filthy, degrading nirvana. Being put into a compromising position by a man he hated, practically forced as he had no choice to pleasure the man who wouldn't take "no" for an answer.
The hand stopped stroking as he was pushed gently down by the back of his head, implying his next action. He complied without thought, opening his eyes, but keeping them drearily half-open as the blush consumed his face with an all-devouring radiance. Now the hand left completely, and he felt a pang of sorrow for it being gone, wishing it could have stayed there throughout the next course. And it was a course- because Carter had now become a delicacy in a time of famine.
Leaving his mouth, that thumb and the hand that was connected to it moved back and away. Norman wasted little time in pulling the hard and barely movable dick towards him. It was glistening with pre-cum already, stopping to admire the lovely way the cock head pulled away from the shaft, a slight gap making the head appear enormous in comparison, the shaft bulging with thick and powerful veins. The watery feeling in his mouth grew, and surprised himself when his lips moved straight to it, consuming nearly half of it in one motion.
"Craving that cock, eh?"
A furious blush overtook Norman's face, and Carter laid back with a look of absolute satisfaction on his face. All the comments of the day, all the sexual tension resolved by one action. His lips parted and hands moved as if by instinct, one curling into the younger man's hair, the other once again going to his lower back- he seemed to like that last time. Indeed, the minute the fingers began to sweep back under his suit. His form reacted instantly, a shake rattling his body and hips bucking into the seat.
Now the sucking changed up, and it appeared as though Norman was taking his new 'job' seriously. His mouth came off the cock momentarily, but the look of lust in the man's face below him meant he was going to do something worthwhile. He licked his cock in one large, sweeping motion from the base of his shaft upwards, dipping into the slit at the end. A full-body shudder riveted Carter as he fought a back a whorish moan. Instead sighing as he let his body shudder, pouring all the sensuality into that movement alone.
Instead he continued to huff and puff with each breath, the scene of the upstart agent licking him like a hungry cat with cream- was quite enough to make him cum on it's own. That would have been less satisfying, however. Norman's hands positioned themselves, one at his hip and the other around the bottom of the cock he was currently teasing, and Carter couldn't help but switch his own hand from the agent's hair, to cover the hand on his dick. Not quite taking the hand into his, instead loosely holding it with a degree of obvious approval.
Another lick, faster as it teased the glans nearly exclusively this time, then covered his cock with his mouth again. Sucking slow, massaging the organ with his mouth more then using it as a orifice to simply fuck. Carter looked down, hoping for those eyes to shoot up and lock with his again, and when they did, they instantly glanced away out of shame- so fleeting and shy, but Christ- it turned him on.
Looking back up, he noticed just then that the car in front of him had scooted forward, and that traffic was just then started to open up. Instead of being disappointed, he found himself delighted. Why, it wouldn't be a real 'highway delight' if they weren't moving, now would it? Anyone could get head in a car, but driving? That was the whole point! The very danger was part of the thrill, the adrenaline rush of keeping a hand on the wheel and keeping focus despite getting one's dick thoroughly wet. It was distracted driving at its best.
Norman released his sucking and began to lap at the head, flicking his tongue against the duel-purpose end. Carter's own hips twitched up and down from the intensely sensitive part of his organ being so strongly stimulated- luckily he backed off for a second after that, otherwise he may have came right then and there. An audible gasp passed his lips- pushing his chest forward as he did this, accelerating a little too quickly as the car lurched forward. Still, he was able to keep a foot on the accelerator as the speed on the highway picked up, now cruising with traffic, going around thirty. Not that he would have checked his speed even if he tried.
Using his hand now, Norman began to simultaneously jerk and blow the man as his head bobbed. Now that his attention was slightly divided, he knew he could go a bit longer. Except it seemed the FBI agent had another method in store, and he felt his tongue reaching new places as he felt wetness trickle down his testes, and simply assumed it was the accumulated saliva dribbling down. Except it was warm…
"Holy…Holy fuck, Nooorrmmm…"
His tone was sputtering, shaking as the hand went from stroking Norman's hair- to gripping it, using it as his own patented stress-reduction ball in order to have something else to focus on. He was licking at his balls, in particular the membrane that stretched between them and appeared as more of a suture to the untrained eye. Throwing his head back against the seat, he let loose cries of passion, eyes closed tightly as he pushed it into the seat behind him, panting and letting out moans that sounded nearly on the brink of pure femininity.
Carter could have sworn he heard his tormenter tell him he "tasted good"; and fought to find a way to react- until he took a left testicle into his mouth, sucking it in like one trying to make a hickey, using his teeth more as tools to texture the sensitive organ rather then bite. The tongue lapped at the skin like a sweet lollipop being hungrily devoured, the thick pubic hairs gently twirled in his mouth about along with it. It was a relief when he backed off, the saliva chilling the testicles as the cool air from outside leaked in. Back to his dick, he swallowed it as whole as possible, going with a new vigor as he appeared to make him cum at long last.
A powerful exhale, and his manly hands cupped his head on both sides- slowing him down as his hips pulled backwards to try and make himself last longer. Norman looked upwards out of instinct, and the minute they locked eyes, Carter couldn't help but be taken aback in the moment. Those lovely eyes laden with moisture from the previous breakdown- shining in their cerulean delight.
His face looked fucking beautiful with his cock in his mouth- that nearly perfect, boyish face complete with sky-blue eyes, brown, mussed and finely cut hair, plump little lips and pristine complexion- broken up elegantly and erotically by his own swarthy -hued and virile cock inserted directly into that mouth, those same lips sealed around it tightly, like a woman's own accepting and wanting pink. It was fucking magical.
Then those eyes darted down, his face reddening at being caught 'out' of his element. He felt the man sigh around his dick, the man's other hand traveling to behind his back to get a better grip. Normally this would have made him jump, but the moment had made him too complacent to another man's touch, and only exhaled sharply in response, body stiffening but not unwilling. His hand was firm but oddly chilled, something that still rung unnatural to his still-living, still natural body.
Norman's pace increased, head bobbing with more intensity and speed as the head just barely hit the back of his throat. It just went to prove the older man that he didn't have to be deep-throated to encounter the ultimate in pleasure. The swelling building in his abdomen pounded and burned, coming to a head as he knew full well was going to be it- and Blake couldn't help but feel like a massive volcano on the verge of eruption.
There was a cavalcade of short, breathy moans and near-protests mixed with what was perhaps warnings, three quickly in succession before he slammed the back of his head against the seat and felt himself release. He could feel every throb, every pulsing action as his cock practically exploded. He felt his ass clench, his entire lower half spasm as muscles contracted in orgasm, even his upper half shuddering as a chill went up his back and neck.
Norman sat up and away the second he felt Carter react- only to get it right in the face. The warm, viscous white fluid squirting the front of his face, closing his eyes and just nearly having it swimming in his eyes. He heard Carter pant with exertion, felt his legs jerk and shake from the aftershock, all the while feeling an odd sickness in his gut as the warm cum dripped off his nose and land on his lips. Somehow, it was all more revolting than if he had just swallowed it. Taking a second to inhale and catch his breath, he tried to ignore the almost- bile collecting in the back of his throat he shakily licked the semen from his lips, trying to ignore it's strong, human taste.
Carter's hand grabbed his hair, and he went with the flow as he felt that hand weigh down on his face, and practically force his head down towards his lap. His fatigue mixed with his drug cocktail forced his legs over the passenger seat; laying down with his head poised on Carter Blake's lap- that large masculine palm coupled with those thick fingers laid below his jaw line, those same digits casually stroking there as in some sort of 'thank you' gesture.
For a moment they sat there in a sort of daze, one not thinking much about anything else but one another. Carter shakily found himself looking about- not particularly taking into account much of his surroundings, they were nowhere near as interesting as the action that just occurred- then found himself locking eyes with someone who was staring right at them, presumably during a majority of the last act of their sexual activity.
It was the same motherfucker in the SUV- the one Norman had pointed out with all the anti-gay bumper stickers on the back. Indeed, he looked quite the redneck, wearing a baseball cap and long-sleeved, dirty shirt, nearly morbidly obese and whiter then snow, staring practically blankly at their action. His mouth was partially open, though Carter hypothesized it was more to do with the scene he had just taken in rather then his mouth-breathing nature.
The burly lieutenant couldn't tell if the man was gawking at them because he was shocked, or because he found it simply enthralling. After all, if he was so offended by such actions, wouldn't his mouth had been running the whole time? Though the cop was certain that even if he did, they certainly wouldn't have noticed.
"Hey asshole- you need to pay for shit this good! Cough it up!" He announded with an outstretched palm.
Blake's tone was genuine, his face serious despite his obviously amused attitude. He could feel Norman react by stiffening, though didn't quite see when his eyes grew wide at the look of the man practically drooling- at the sight of a cum-spattered Norman Jayden on another man's lap.
Instead of using some sort or anti-gay slur or even paying up- the homophobe swallowed and looked away, rolling up his window quickly and looking forward as he accelerated the small distance between cars in order to break the awkward eye contact.
Norman had no desire to sit up, his body practically melding into Carter's thigh. His thought process was all tied up, virtually relaxed and practically numbed as he lay there. The older man didn't seem to care, sitting there with his pants and underwear down, driving his car with little difficulty. Down here, he could feel the car rock with greater intensity, his eyes sleepily taking in those expensive shoes he spent so much money on.
"Thanks…"
There was a second as Blake seemed to register that, reacting as if he was punched in the face.
"What? What're you thanking me for?"
"That guy…" He felt the motion and winced as Blake seemed to roll over a bump or pothole. "I don't know why, but…That was really satisfy'n."
"Yeah, well…It just worked out, didn't it? That asshole slammed shut..." A small chuckle, Norman felt himself smile, and despite how uncomfortable it was to have the itchy, cool feeling of drying cum on his face- he felt too carried away by the moment to do anything.
The FBI agent licked his lips- shame starting to creep over him. It had felt good this time- Carter's cock, as always, tasted like sweat, like a mellow masculine flavor mixed with a pungent saltiness. Doing the deed felt more like a consensual action between two close friends, perhaps done as a favor instead of a paid prostitute outside a nightclub. The older man had been taking…decent to perhaps good care of him, and it was that thought that spurred on the acts of practical love-making to his dick.
In the end, the bureaucrat had to agnowledge the fact that he just plain enjoyed it. Taking another man's organ inside and pleasuring it, the experience of the taste, the smell, the reactions from the partner involved. Two human beings, divided by indifference, bonded by the sexually charged unifying social behavior that gets about as intimate as possible. He had opened his senses, took in the scent of Blake as he breathed him in, the taste, the sound of his breath…It was…Pleasant. Intoxicating.
He understood the man a bit better, right then. There was the intense ability for the man to be affectionate, loving, even passionate. It felt nearly as strong as his ability to want to maim, destroy and control. It began to make sense now, and Norman had to ask himself…Did he want to get involved? He could use his profiler's abilities to try and work him a bit better, use his good side to his advantage while skirting around his dark half just as well. If he wanted this man…and he questioned if he did- he needed to worm his way into his heart before he could ever be accepted. Win the man's respect and acceptance, submit before rising up again.
The first time he took Tripto, he remembered feeling everything, sensing it all with an overtly in-touch nature. He could hear the fabric rustle as he moved, feel his heavy suit spread over his frame and his heart beat quickly in his chest. Felt everything become so more meaningful, so much more satisfying then before. He would grin when he first started, grin like a mad man. He truly felt his world expand, the walls look to have literally be knocked down and boundaries become limitless. Afterwards, just like now, he would be ashamed of himself, disgusted, yet still wholly enthralled. Just like then, he would soon come crawling back, and he could barely wait to try it again. This time, however, it was real. A drug could never hold you, touch you, caress you…not really.
It didn't even feel like reality, it felt like being drugged all over again.
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