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Enjoy the Moment	By : Arumeicourt Category: +G through L > Heavy Rain Views: 2070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Heavy Rain, and am not affiliated with Quantic Dream, or Sony. I do not own Norman Jayden, Carter Blake, or any offical characters contained within. I earn no money from this work of fiction.

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Author's Note: I told myself this was going to be a one-shot, but I couldn't resist writing one more story about these two. It takes a lot longer to get to the sex this time around; it's more fun and a lot easier to write about these two interacting.
Anyway, I'm too lazy to make another entry, and the two one shots are sequential anyway. Added warning, though - Anal sex between two men.

“Hello?”
“…Hey.”
“…Who is this?”
“…the fuck you think it is?”
“…Cartah?”
“Excellent deduction, Ace Detective.”
“What do you want?”
“’Making sure you’re still alive. I haven’t heard from you in a month. ”
“…That’s cute, Blake. Missing my ass?”
“Well, in a literal sense, yeah. ”
“…”
“Hey hey, don’t fucking hang up on me!...You busy with a case or somethin’?”
“…Yeah. ”
“…All right, I’ll let you get back to work then, hotshot. ”
“Wait!”
“What?”
“I’ll uh…Maybe I’ll stop by this weekend…I’ll call you back Thursday…”

Norman put his car into park with a sigh. As he took the keys out of the ignition, his eyes glanced over to how many miles he had accumulated since he had…”traded in” the car after his run in with Jackson Neville. The already high number made him wince. The three hour commune from D.C. to Philadelphia was a pain in the ass as it was, and now this…never mind the hole gas money burned into his wallet…He had to talk to Blake about this, see if they could work out some sort of compromise…
Norman snorted slightly and let his head rest against the steering wheel for a moment, a half amused, half annoyed grin taking his face as he pictured the idea of Lieutenant Carter Blake compromising with anyone on anything. No, if he wanted to continue their…Norman squinted for a moment, trying to think of the best word to describe his relationship with the man. Well, whatever it was, if he wanted to continue it, Norman knew he’d be the one compromising.
He played that thought over in his head for a moment. Did he? The honest answer was “yes”…Norman wouldn’t have guessed, but just being around Carter was the ultimate form of stress relief. He was certainly angrier, more aggressive, when he was around the older man – but in a defensive sense instead of lashing out. He never got withdrawals when around the cop, never felt the need to put ARI on to calm himself down. Norman had been weaning himself off his dependency of both devices, and he knew he had to credit Blake for his success so far. Not that the man knew, of course. He couldn’t even imagine Blake’s reaction if he knew about Norman’s addiction problems.
But Blake was more than just a better alternative to triptocaine and ARI – as much as he disliked admitting it even to himself, the man was just…fun. When he wasn’t being a giant asshole, he was playful, joking, and…Well, fuck. The guy was great in bed. The thought made his face flash red for a moment, and he kept leaning his head down in an attempt to make the embarrassing thought go away. No, he was not going to enter Carter’s house horny. The cop would have a field day, teasing him and taking his time before allowing the release he craved…God, it was bad enough Norman never seemed to have the upper hand. Just because he always found himself at the man’s mercy did not mean he had to start acting submissive and needy. He’d get steam rolled – or worse, make Carter lose interest in him.
That thought made his flushed face drain of color quite quickly. A shiver that had nothing to do with how cold his car was becoming with the absence of the heater took him. With another sigh, Norman pocketed his keys and opened the driver door. Before exiting the car, he caught a glance of his reflection – he knew the last month hadn’t exactly been kind to him with this case, but the gaunt look on his face irritated him. Nothing he could do about it now, he supposed.
Norman made his way shivering in the Philadelphian cold to Carter’s door and knocked twice. Fuck, he hated the weather here. At least it wasn’t raining – Carter had said the raining season was over at this point, thank god. That would have been a deal breaker for sure.
“It’s almost 60 degrees out, you pussy.” Norman heard the gruff voice chastise as the door began to open. For a moment, Carter stood there grinning at him as he opened the screen door as well to let him in. It made Norman blink in surprise – the older man seemed…actually happy to see him.
The grin faded quickly as the light from inside illuminated Norman’s face and figure. Norman fought back a sigh with difficulty – apparently, he looked a little more under the weather than he anticipated. He knew the bags under his eyes had probably grown in their absence of seeing each other…and he had probably gotten a bit skinnier, he tended to neglect meals and exercise during tough cases…and sleep…Plus, the absence of triptocaine and his best attempts to avoid using ARI over the past several weeks had taken their toll too…In short, he probably -
“Christ, Jayden, you look like shit,” Carter summarized, his eyes scanning him up and down to take in his full appearance.
“Good to see you too, Cartuh.” Did he sound worried? Norman filed the thought away as took off his coat and suit jacket and followed him into the man’s modest living room. He took a seat on the couch, catching a glance out of the corner of his eye as its owner did the same. He did look worried, Norman realized, as he found himself once again under the man’s scrutinizing glare.
“Have you eaten yet?” Carter asked after a moment’s uncomfortable silence. Norman hesitated before shaking his head. His appetite had been light at best as of late, and now was no different. He had a feeling this answer wouldn’t satisfy the lieutenant, and wasn’t disappointed as he gave an exasperated sigh.
“Fuck, kid, get up then…I’m sure I’ve got something to throw together. ”
“I’m fine, Cartuh…” Norman protested, meeting the older man’s stare with irritation. His expression softened a little before adding, “Really. ”
Carter gave an annoyed noise of disbelief, but jerked his head in defeat slightly. Norman couldn’t help but grin – it was a small victory, really, and he couldn’t blame him for being worried about his appearance…but it felt nice to see the man concede on something for once.
His little victory celebration didn’t go without notice, and Carter glared at him for a moment before smirking. Norman’s grin quickly fled his face, and he found himself wanting to join it as he backed into the couch.
“…Fine,” Carter said, turning to face the agent more. “I mean, if you really want to make yourself even weaker, be my guest. It really just makes my job easier…” Carter leaned forward until he was a few inches away from Norman, his hands shoving into his shoulders as he was pushed back into the couch’s armrest. “…you know?” Norman just stared at the older man for a moment, not really struggling until he felt himself being straddled by Carter’s knees. Norman shoved his shoulders forward, trying to push off Carter’s arms, all while bringing up his legs to kick the cop off – until said man sat down on them, forcing them back down as he shoved his weight down.
“…Nice try,” Carter smirked.
Aw, fuck, someone learned their lesson. Norman looked for an opening in the man’s grasp, only to find absolutely nothing that would help. Even if he got his upper body loose – and fat chance of that, really, Carter’s arms were fucking unyielding, to say the least – he was still pinned down quite effectively. Norman resigned himself and caught a quick glimpse at his asshole of a captor’s face.
God dammit, he has that psycho glint is his eye…Why did I come here, again? 150 miles just to get thrown around like a ragdoll…Norman shook slightly, but to his mild disgust he knew it was out of anticipation more than apprehension. At least, until Carter’s hands moved off his shoulders and pinned his arms down instead. He leaned forward more and let his head rest on his right shoulder, speaking right into his ear.
“Didja have fun hiding my mark last time?” he asked mockingly.
Norman went red with anger and embarrassment at the memory. “Wasn’t hard, your aim was so terrible, my tie hid it completely,” he shot back.
Carter seemed a little disappointed at this, but recovered quickly. “So, you’re saying I should go higher this time?”
Norman glared at him for a moment before responding. “I don’t work ‘til Monday,” he replied coldly.
“That an invitation?” Before Norman could respond, he felt Carter’s goatee brush against his face and down to his neck. His lips brushed against the exposed skin for a moment, making Norman jerk away involuntarily. God, that fucking beard of his made him itch.
“You’re gonna wake up one morning and find that thing shaved off,” Norman growled, still half heartedly trying to jerk himself out of Carter’s hold. He felt more than heard Carter’s slight chuckle against his neck; a brief pause and small blow of hot air in between the man’s gentle nibbling.
Fuck, c’mon Norman, fight back, set some boundaries or this is gonna get ugly…
“We don’t all sleep like fuckin’ rocks, Norman,” Carter countered light heartedly. His hands left Norman’s arms – though not without sending him a warning look that spoke volumes. Norman weighed his odds for a moment before deciding it just wasn’t worth trying to break free. Something of his decision must have shown itself on his face, as Carter shot him a smile of mock approval before reaching down to undo his tie. He gave the cloth a good, tight squeeze, temporarily rendering Norman unable to breathe; his reaction was entirely instinctual, not even stopping to think as he put all his weight into shoving the older man off him. He fell back with a surprised grunt to the other side of the couch, some of his weight still on Norman’s legs. He quickly yanked them out from underneath him, scooting away from the officer at the same time.
Aw, fuck…Norman knew this was only going to end poorly. He brought his guard up, ready to lessen the blow surely coming his way from the dragon he had just poked in the eye –
“’Bout time,” Carter laughed, his voice breaking Norman’s thought process. His grin widened upon catching sight of Norman’s undoubtedly confused expression. “What? You look fucking dead, Norm. I had to make sure there was still some fight in you. ”
Norman sputtered, temporarily speechless in disbelief. “What? That’s not what it was lookin’ like to me, Blake!”
“Well, failing that, Plan B was to just…take your mind off things,” he finished with a smirk.
For a moment, Norman wasn’t sure who he was angrier at –Carter, or himself. Did he seriously look so deadbeat from this case that he had Lieutenant Carter Blake worrying about his stress level? Christ, he was probably right…he needed to relax, take his mind off work, triptocaine, and ARI for at least one evening. Still, he couldn’t afford himself to look too grateful, and shot another glare at Carter for good measure. No need to give him a complex.
“…I’m gonna go take a shower,” he sighed, removing the half undone tie and throwing it at the cop. He caught it with the hint of a grin on his face, nodding a little at his statement before Norman walked away.
He made his way to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom, shutting the door behind him as he started the shower to let it heat up before stripping off his undershirt and pants. One quick look inside the shower told him that Carter had put away his own body wash and shampoo again – the two’s tastes were far too different in that particular regard, Blake preferring to lather himself in what must have been liquefied testosterone mixed with the smell of spice. Well, there was no way he was subjecting himself to smelling like that on the long car ride home, instead opting to just buying stuff to keep here, even if the very thought made Norman embarrassed with its unfortunate implications. He shoved the thought aside as he grabbed his soap and hopped into the heated shower.
A small coo of relief escaped him as the warm water cascaded down, melting away the cold and exhaustion that filled him. After enjoying the simple pleasure the warmth gave him, he grabbed a clean rag and slathered liberal amounts of soap onto it, dragging it around his sunken frame. He was stressed, he knew that much – but he couldn’t help it. He had come to rely on the way ARI simplified what would otherwise be mountains of paperwork and research. The program was entirely voluntary, however, and when he finally fessed up to his superiors about having minor…”problems” with it, they had agreed to him being dropped from the program and placed on different, better filed cases. He knew his reputation after solving the Origami Killer case aided in the process, and he was doing his damn best to remain at the standard he had set for himself. He didn’t want to be a burden the FBI by reducing his effectiveness – not one bit. Yet this was his first case completely without ARI, and it was taking its toll.
Almost absentmindedly, Norman dragged the cloth down and made sure he was clean just in case Carter did initiate something tonight. The thought embarrassed him – but at least he hadn’t sunken to the point where he was initiating anything…right? Well, except for the fact that he was the one who fucking drove the entire way to his house.
Norman bit his lip, not wanting to lose the subconscious battle of reasoning he was waging against himself. True, he had drove all the way here…But Carter had been the one who called him in the first place! He grinned slightly, partly in satisfaction, and partly on the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. Really, arguing with himself like this? Shouldn’t he be getting less crazy now that he was off drugs?
The thought was driven out of his head as Norman heard the door open. Shit, had he been in for long? Carter usually bitched if he took too long in the shower, saying his water bill had skyrocketed ever since he came along. He squinted in discomfort, trying to make out Carter’s figure through the soap he had just applied in his hair.
“What?” he asked bluntly to the blurred figure. He winced after the words came out – he hadn’t meant to sound annoyed, but the stinging in his eyes hadn’t quite left. A small snort from the other side of the glass told him his tone wasn’t exactly appreciated.
“What do you mean what? It’s my fucking shower. ”
Norman did his best to ignore this remark and he leaned his head back to wash out the shampoo. Closing his eyes, he combed through his soft brown hair with his fingers as the soap was rinsed out. He heard the shower door open and gave a start, opening his eyes and backing away to the opposite end of the shower.
“Wha-…Hey, I was just…” Norman stumbled over his words as the man entered the shower. He quickly averted his eyes, wishing he had something to cover himself up. Of course, they’d seen each other naked before, but it was something Norman doubted he’d ever get completely comfortable with. The shower wasn’t exactly spacious; there wasn't even a foot between him and the police lieutenant, making it hard to look at anything but him. Norman gave him a quick up and down scan, noting with a small swallow he was already hard; the lack of space and sheer size of his dick was almost enough for it to be touching his thigh. His eyes flicked away quickly, focusing on one of Carter’s hands, loosely holding a tube of lubricant.
Aw, fuck. Subtle as a fuckin’ punch to the gut…
That was indeed a feeling akin to what Norman had; his stomach contorted from a slight fear, apprehension, and, of course…excitement. Still, his eyes quickly moved towards the shower door, absently wondering if it could serve as an escape route. Carter’s arm quickly shot out, resting on the shower wall under Norman’s arm as it effectively blocked his body from the glass door. Norman turned a little red, moving his head to meet Carter’s eyes.
He’d been studying his face intently, the small grin still dominating his expression as he closed the distance between them. “What?” he asked plainly amused at Norman’s reaction. “You’d think this would stop coming as a surprise to you. ”
“Fuck you,” he mumbled in a distracted way, without any real venom behind the words. “It’s just…here, give me it…” He held out his hand, palm up, indicating for Carter to hand him the tube.
The expression on Carter’s face was entirely unreadable to Norman. The man was impossible even for him to profile – every time he thought he could predict his actions, he’d do the exact opposite and leave Norman guessing. Like his behavior during their brief time working together, his very being defied profiling, classification of any sort. It was a huge part of why Norman couldn’t help but be interested in him; he never knew what was going to happen next whilst in his company. Even if said event was rarely positive in his favor.
“No…” Carter mused so low Norman had to strain to hear him. “This stuff was fucking expensive, and I spilled a lot of it on my hands when I opened it already…I’ll do it. ”
Carter reached his other arm forward, behind Norman, to set the tube down next to the soap. For a moment he paused, considering, most likely, how exactly this was going to work. Norman had good two or so inches on the other man; he’d have to bend down to get anything done. He couldn’t help but be a little amused at the mental image this gave him – that was, at least, until he felt himself be literally picked up by the older man from beneath his thighs. His legs fluttered slightly, trying to find ground, or at least somewhere to rest. He settled for practically straddling Carter as his legs wrapped around his waist and behind his back.
“Well, look at that, another benefit from you getting even skinnier,” Carter mocked with a grin. He didn’t even seem strained, one arm remaining under his ass while the other settled behind his back for leverage. The former moved up slightly, causing Norman to jump in his arms.
“What, you’ll let my dick in there but not my finger? Calm the fuck down, Jayden .”
Norman made an irritated noise at the man’s usual blunt, asshole-ish manner of speaking, but conceded nonetheless to the man’s touch. Being held like a fucking kid in his arms was bad enough, but since he didn’t seem to be taking no for an answer, the quickest way to end this bit of humiliation seemed to be to go along with it.
Carter’s encouragement withstanding, Norman couldn’t help but visibly tense up as his fingers brushed against his asshole. He took a deep breath – and exhaled with a shuttering gasp as one finger penetrated its way through. Carter’s fingers, just like the rest of him, were thick – even with lubrication, it hurt more than a little. Norman bit his lower lip slightly, trying to ignore the pain and silently urging the cop to hurry up.
He wasn’t expecting Carter to slide another finger in – the groan escaped before he could suppress it. Carter moved the two digits slower in response, spreading them out to distribute the lubricant almost gently. For an uncomfortable moment, Carter remained making little circles like that. He let himself relax a little, figuring the worst was almost over. This whole situation was weird, completely unheard of between the two. Before, Carter would just throw a tube at him and tell him to hurry up. He'd comply, quickly, without looking at him in an attempt to save face. But this - this was much more embarrassing.
Norman froze, taken completely by surprise as the man’s fingers brushed against his swelled prostate. He did his best to swallow the moan that followed, yet found himself utterly unsuccessful. Shaking into Blake’s grip, he fought to even his voice.
“Fuu…fuck, Blake…” he groaned slightly as he felt the fingers twist slightly to have easier access to the organ. “That should be good…You can s-stop…”
A small, dark chuckle that Norman was all too accustomed to hearing from the older man followed, making his eyes widen. “You’re so trusting, Jayden,” Carter chastised, his voice slightly choked with laughter.
Hearing this sent the agent into a nervous frenzy. He struggled, kicking against the man’s back and shifting upward to get out of his grasp. Carter responded immediately, grabbing the back of his neck and pushing it towards him. His fingertips gently moved up and down his neck – contrasting greatly with the fingers on his other hand, which had roughly pressed down harder, the rubbing immediately ceasing to be gentle in place of a more rapid, forceful motion. It took all of Norman’s self restraint to not buck onto the man’s hand for more.
“…Keep struggling and I’ll drop you,” Carter warned. Norman stopped moving his legs and hips with a nod, making Carter laugh lightly and adjust his grip on him into one more comfortable for the both of them. His two fingers had slipped in as far as they could go, and Norman pressed down instinctively into his hand. He felt what must have been Carter’s thumb gently move and stroke across his ass – Norman’s face flushed even more, his moans getting sharper and less controlled.
God, this is even worse than last time. I dunno if I’d rather have him go back to focusin’ on himself or not…Can’t he just…pleasure other people like a normal person…?
Yet as Carter’s fingers finally pushed him over the edge, making him buck against his hand at last and cum on the man’s stomach with a shaky gasp of pleasure, Norman knew a large part of him didn’t want that. Carter’s no nonsense, asshole approach to him was such a startling difference for the ass kissing he normally had to give and receive in both his job and love life. Carter’d never be the lover that asked him how his day was and talked about feelings – the thought alone was laughable – but Norman knew from that rather than in spite of it that any display of affection would be genuine instead of a front. Spurred by actual feelings instead the desire to maintain a façade.
Norman felt himself be put down, though Carter didn’t loosen his grip until he saw Norman was able to support his weight. With a smile that reached his eyes, Carter reached passed Norman to grab his own soap and applied it to a separate rag, washing the cum off his stomach and idly cleaning off his fingers.
“You’re lucky we’re in a shower, or I’dve kicked your ass.”
“There wasn’t exactly a lot I coulda done, Cartuh, with your fuckin’ vice grip on me!”
“Yeah, yeah…” He eyed Norman for a moment, taking him in. “You alright?”
Norman nodded, the aftershocks still randomly hitting his body in a pleasant way. The question surprised him in more ways than one – Carter never inquired how he was after sex. Maybe he really was the type-
“Good, I’m gonna explode if I don’t get a release,” he responded, pushing him against the wall before pinning his body against him.
“Wha-…Fuck, Blake, already?” Norman groaned. So much for that.
The cop’s mouth twitched upward before responding. “Hey, I didn’t get shit from you last time after I was so nice to you…And then you went and disappeared for a month. You owe me. ”
Norman was so full of objections he didn’t know where to start – It wasn’t his fault he’d been busy... And NICE? He had pinned him down, handcuffed him to his bed, and-
His trail of thought broke off completely as Carter lifted him up again, this time with his thighs spread apart, one arm wrapping around each one separately before he was pushed upward and into the shower wall. It wasn’t fair that the asshole was stronger than him; he really needed to work out more, it would save him so many problems in the long run…
Christ, he isn’t wasting any time, Norman thought – immediately confirmed a moment later as he felt Carter’s dick brush against him. He opened his eyes just as Carter looked up at him. The look of lust in his eyes had always been present, but this time it seemed more…intense. He didn’t have time to analyze why as he felt himself be penetrated in one quick, forceful stroke.
A small cry of pain more than pleasure escaped him as he clenched his eyes shut. Fuck, but he forgot how big Carter was. It was a huge difference than that of just two of his fingers. It didn’t help that they’d never had sex in this kind of a position before, one that let the other man go in and out completely. Carter’s initial cry was full of relief, accompanied with a small laugh. His movements were slow to start, but he picked up the pace much faster than usual, taking full advantage of the freedom the position gave, added with how well lubricated Norman was.
The initial pain of penetration vanished quite quickly. Norman’s face filled with even more color as he realized his prostate was already quite enlarged with arousal and prior stimulation. His arms, previously hanging loosely at his sides, made their way up and around Carter’s neck and shoulders as he sought something to hold on to. It all felt fucking incredible, and he quickly tightened himself in an effort to slow the speed of Carter’s movements. Christ, if he came now, he’d never hear the end of it.
“Fuck, Jayden, loosen up!” Carter growled with a good deal of strain. His forehead rested against Norman’s shoulder as he tried to calm down, his deep breaths hitting his shoulder blade. The thrusts had certainly lost speed, but the slow, methodical movement that replaced it was almost worse. Norman was torn between wanting the sensations to continue and the desire to save face – Carter’s demand won out, and breathed in deep again as he relaxed his body. Carter wasted no time picking up speed as he continued rapidly thrusting inside of him.
It was too much stimulation too soon, and Norman found himself once again ejaculating on Carter’s stomach and chest. The second orgasm in such a short time made him shudder weakly as he cried out, but he did his best to continue matching Carter’s movements – even in his dazed, euphoric state, he wasn’t going to let this jackass last too much longer than him –
Carter’s eyes flicked over the semen on his chest to its owner, irritation thick in his voice as he laughed slightly. “I’m gonna kick your ass, Norm…well,after I’m finished fucking it…”
Norman managed a strained laugh back at him. “Won’t…hafta wait long then.”
As Carter started to move out, Norman shoved himself back down and tightened down the best he could. He gave a grunt of sheer surprise and pleasure, thrusting back up instinctively as Norman began to feel the increasingly familiar sensation of Carter’s cum filling him. Yet he continued to push himself further in, as if milking the last few moments for what they were worth.
“Awww…fuck, Norman…” Carter withdrew from him unsteadily, resting his undoubtedly sore arms down as he set him up on his feet again. Norman left his arms around the older man as he tried to catch his breath, leaning in to lay on his shoulder His eyes flicked up to Carter’s, who gave him a warning look.
“What’d you think you’re doing? Get off, queer,” Carter said as he yanked Norman’s arms off from his neck.
Norman couldn’t have contained the fit of laughter that followed if he tried. He stumbled backwards a little, leaning against the wall again as he tried to speak in between laughing and panting. He looked up, and the perplexed and irritated look on Carter’s face set him off again.
“What?”
“I don’t think…you have the right…to that word anymore,” he managed in between breathes, his eyes now falling to his own semen that lined the man’s torso again. Carter followed his line of vision, gave a sigh of annoyance, and grabbed the cloth again to wipe it off under the stream of water Norman had all but forgotten about. It had long since become freezing cold – neither occupant had noticed until that moment how far the temperature had dropped in the stall.
“Laugh it up, asshole…You’re payin’ my water bill this month. ”
Norman stopped laughing abruptly as a strangled sound of protest came out of his mouth. “Wh...What?! This was your idea, you fucking asshole!”
Carter smirked slightly as he opened the shower door to exit the bathroom. Norman stayed in the shower a moment longer, shivering under the frigid water as he quickly washed his body one last time before turning the water off completely. When he opened the door, Blake was still standing there in the hall expectantly.
“Hungry yet?” the man asked, a towel lazily wrapped around his waist, entirely unconcerned about the water dripping down his hair onto the carpet below.
Norman opened his mouth to speak -…and as if on cue, his stomach let out a growl audible enough for even Blake to hear from several feet away. He closed his mouth, slightly abashed. Carter just grinned, however, and jerked his head to urge him to hurry up.
“C’mon, let’s get your skinny ass something to eat…”
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