RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

[[Fluffy romantic late dinner? Shower lovin'? Baths? I'm wracking my brains, haha]]

[[Ooooh, a bath would be awesome. We've had shower loving before. Maybe Coby getting home late from work? Brian destressing him?]]

ACROSS TOWN

This idea of a nice romantic evening for me and Jacoby really isn't going quite to plan. It's gone midnight, he's not actually back yet. I tried cooking us a nice meal but I burnt it. So I ordered us some Burger King and that went cold so I ate it. All of it.

I'm not mad at him, I know only too well how long his days can be. Besides being mad at him for helping to save lives would be completely hypocritical as he did the same for me just yesterday.

I'm still having trouble walking due to the burn in my ass but it's a pleasant pain, one that reminds me of the happiest night of my thus far shitty adult life.

"Hurry up Jay." I mutter, sitting down - very carefully - on the big armchair and watching a few of the flickering candles.

I sigh as I turn the corner down my street, rubbing my eyes as I turn the wheel on my patrol car. I can't believe how long that took today, and I can't believe my fucking colleagues, leaving me to sort out those fucking coke head kids on my own with a trainee.

I yawn as I turn the car into my driveway before putting it into park and turning off the engine. I take a deep breath before opening the door and stepping out of the car.

I walk out of the driveway and towards the door. I grab my keys from my pocket and unlocking the front door. I walk through the door before closing it and resting my back against the door. I throw my keys into the bowl by the door and run my hands over my face.

I smile as I hear the door shut, getting up from my seat and limping to the hallway where I can see my poor exhausted baby. He looks like he's really been put through the ringer tonight. The life of a cop. I smile sadly at him.

"Rough day?" I ask, obviously the most stupid question I could have asked.

I smile a litle by way of apology as I make my way over to him, pecking him on the cheek, "You look fucked, baby. Come and sit down."

"I hate being a cop when it comes to kids," I say in answer to his question before following him into the living area.

I smile a little as soon as I see Brian's back to me, he's so perfect, I can't believe that he's all mine now.

"But just seeing you now has pretty much made me forget about it all," I say as I take a seat on one of the sofas and resting my head back and closing my eyes as soon as I know I can relax.

But then I remember that I saw something when I walked into the room, something liked candles. I open my eyes before looking around at all of the candles lite up around the room.

"Ooooh, erm, did you have something planned tonight?" I ask Brian as I look up at him, suddenly feeling really bad that I didn't call him to tell him where I was.

I smile as I hear him complimenting me. It feels so good to hear those things from him again, things I'll hopefully be hearing for the rest of my life now.

"Mm, nothing special. More of a thank you for letting me stay with you, thank you for just being you, yay I'm finally free from the Silicone Princess, I love you kind of celebration." I explain, shrugging, "It's no big deal. Wasn't really much good anyway. Except the cheeseburgers. By the way, I kind of... ate your dinner."

I rub my stomach to show my appreciation for the lukewarm meat patties, "I can redo it again sometime."

I smile at him before sitting up a little on the sofa, "you're too kind Bri. Thank you for the... semi-romantic evening. I would have called but, I was kind of tired up, I asked my colleague Bobbie to call you for me, he obviously didn't," I will have to be shooting him tomorrow.

"It's OK, I ate at the precinct anyway, we ordered in Chinese to sober the kids up a bit so I snagged some."

Brian's stood on the other side of the room, as if he's got something else planned or something, he's looking a little shifty.

"Angel, if you've got something else planned can you tell me? I used all my mind reading powers tonight with those kids tonight."

"Mm, you should know where my mind is after all this time." I smirk a little and walk across to him, draping my arms across his shoulder, working at the knots there, "I also figured seeing as you'd no doubt had a horrible day, that you could use some special Brian alonetime. Just you, me, that huge tub I've had so many dirty fantasies about. Let me wash your pain away so to speak."

I really hope the water's still warm in the tub, I also hope the rose petals haven't gone disgusting and soggy. I don't know what possessed me to be overly cliche like that. Then again, they are blue rose petals so it's a little bit different to the norm.

"You won't have to do a thing, just lie back and enjoy the ride."

"Mmmm, that sounds actually perfect to me," I say in a monotone pleasure soaked voice as he works at my shoulders a little bit to loosen me up.

"Would you like to lead the way then?" I ask him, "and maybe help me up, I'm installed now, I won't be going anywhere otherwise."

God, I am so not cut out for these late nights anymore.

"Getting old are we, Coby?" I ask, smirking and poking his arm. I move from my position at his side and walk round in front of him, taking his hands and pulling him to his feet, "Come on old man."

I joke about his age but he looks younger than I do now. I'm ravaged and destroyed by the drink and everything else. He doesn't look a day over 30. What's this guy doing with me?

I try not to dwell on my insecurities - a day of sobriety when you're as far gone as I am will do that to you - and instead focus on leading my lover to my nice romantic love-den.

Also known as his bathroom.

"I am not getting old! You try and arrest six kids with only one trainee that seems to have a problem with you at ten o'clock at night," I say to him as he leads me up the stairs.

"Angel, I can't wait to get out of this uniform, I feel like it's surgically attached at the moment and I want it off," I whine as we ascend the stairs together, my hand in Brian's and my other hand on his ass as we walk up the stairs.

I amazingly make it up the stairs without dropping onto my hands and knees and just crawling into the bedroom.

"So, what room is the bathroom again?"

I look back at him, a bemused look on my face. He's obviously joking but I've actually forgotten. Looks like this is going to be a lucky dip thing. I turn around and walk along the hall backwards, pushing the closest door open with my back.

"I think this is it." I say, smiling nervously.

I turn my head around, thankful to see that yes, this is the right one. The scented purple candles dotted around the room, the large warm tub which is still letting off a small amount of steam.

"Welcome to my Casa Del Caliente... means hot."

I smile as I walk into the room, looking around as I do so. He has spent so much time on this for me, the scented candles, the bath tub with bubbles and little blue rose petals. I haven't being treated like this... ever.

I turn back around to face him with a smile on my face, "thank you Angel."

I take his face into my hands and give him a small kiss on the lips, both of us sighing in happiness as we separate.

"Right, you might want to just get your clothes off and get into the tub. Getting this uniform takes a while," I tell him, pointing to the bullet proof vest, button down shirt, utility belt and just everything that comes with dressing to arrest people in the rough areas of Brooklyn.

"Mm, I could do that, give you a bit of a show while you're undressing." I say, smirking as I pull the Motley Crue shirt over my head.

I didn't bother going into work today, I called in sick, something they're used to by now. It's a wonder I've not been fired. They did tell me I had an important phone call which I need to return. Probably nothing, just some crackhead desperate for me to get his kids back for him.

I smile as I look across at him, slowly pulling my sleep pants over my hips, nothing underneath - I also didn't fancy borrowing my boyfriends underwear. I climb into the bath, the water is pleasantly prickling my skin.

I make sure not to take my eyes off him at all as I sink under the water.

"Just don't fall asleep," I grin as I pull the bullet-proof vest from my chest and throw it to the floor, it makes an unhealthy sound against the tiles but I instantly feel so much better getting it off.

I proceed to unbutton my shirt, not bothering to take my bag off or any of the pens out of the pocket, I just watch as they all scatter onto the floor and around the sink, no doubt killing me and Brian when we get out of the bath.

I throw the shirt down along with the bullet-proof before starting on the belt, I sigh as I realise that I have to make sure that everything is in safe mode before I put it away from me.

"Mm, no need to worry about that. Not when there's such a good show on." I say, smirking as I watch him go through his undressing process, meticulously, making sure everything's safe.

Okay, maybe I could fall asleep in here. It's a shame he's such a safe guy. Some recklessness would make this so much easier for me. I move my hand under the water, moving it swiftly over my half-hard dick, just to pass the time a little.

"Y'know one day, I want to be held at gunpoint by you, baby." I say, grinning at the little fantasy forming in my head.

I am just about to start on my pants but what he has just said did catch me off guard a little.

"What?" I ask him as I turn back to him and push my pile of clothes aside and out of the way a little.

He's got a little fantasy going on in his head about that, I can tell, his eyes are slightly glazed over and by the small ripples I can see in the water he's already working at a hard-on under there.

"You're not serious, are you?" I ask him, not really seeing the appeal myself.

But I guess when you are a cop you don't see the appeal in something that could be so dangerous. And when you have being shot before, a gun is hardly something that you want pointed in your direction.

"Well kinda." I say, half smiling with the gentle waves of pleasure flowing over me, "Assassins, Desperado, Once Upon A Time In Mexico, Antonio Banderas and the shooting and... not that I ever, ever lusted after him in any kind of way."

I stop my movements on my dick and just look across to Coby, figuring he might want my full attention, "I think it's the danger that does it, that intense look in the guys eyes with the gun, the power they have over you."

I can tell by the look on Coby's face that this is freaking him out a little, "Uh... when you've fucked as many people as I have, you're always looking for ways to make it fun again. I mean, not that it isn't with you. It just was with everyone else. I spent a lot of time with extreme mental roleplays, old habits just die hard I guess."

I look at him with the same confused look as he tries to explain it to me.

"OK then. Well, I guess I just don't like to bring my work home with me," I say with a shrug as I start to pull off my pants and my boxers together.

He's got me thinking about this now, I mean, there are so many cop stripper-grams, there has got to be something to this whole danger element of things...

I kick my pants and socks off at the same time before looking over at Brian and starting to make my way over towards the huge tub. The one that a few boyfriends ago begged me to have installed. I kind of love him for suggesting it now.

I climb into the tub as Brian scoots away from me a little to give me some way.

"Well, maybe when I'm less stressed out and when I feel a little adventurous I can try that whole danger thing with you. But I am NOT going to be drunk."

"Baby, I've seen you try to be sexy when you're drunk. No appeal." I smile at him as he slips into the water. He looks so good wet. And dry.

"Now..." I say, moving off my seat on the ledge and moving to sit astride one of his thighs, "I am going to make you forget all about this long night and your awful job."

Of course I know he loves his job really, I've never known a cop to be so passionate about it without there being any dirty dealing.

I move my hands over him slick wet chest, smirking at him, "Sound good?"

"No, I mean there is no way you are getting me anywhere near a gun when I am drunk..." I stop mid sentence as I realise how safe and old mannish I am acting.

I nod slowly and smile at him, "Very good."

I sigh as I feel his hand run over my chest, my eyes falling shut for a while from the soft and gentle touches.

"What did you have in mind Oooh Wonderful one of... sexiness and gentle touches," I have no idea what I am saying anymore as my head falls back a little against the sweating tiles.

"I'm going to remember that next time I need a new e-mail." I say, smiling, "Oooohwonderfuloneofsexinessandgentletouches@googlemail.com. That'd be fun to explain to clients."

I continue my teasing movements on his chest, "Well, I was thinking that I've always been very good at holding my breath. And there are some parts of you which I'd love to reacquaint myself with a little more intimately."

I move my hand below the water level and wrap it firmly around his dick, my tongue coming out to lick over my lips as I do so.

"Oooooh, yeah, that sound... oooh," I bite into my lip as I tilt my head down a little to look at him.

I smile at him as he strokes my dick slowly and teasingly.

I know that I am just going to be laying back and letting him do whatever he wants to me tonight. It's not because I'm lazy and don't want to do anything back to him, but his touches are making me so relaxed I don't think I could possibly move.

"Mmmmm," I smile as I close my eyes and move my hand down to Brian out to just touch him, no matter where my hand lands.

I smile as I feel his hand on my stomach, obviously not as repulsed by it as I am. I will get sexy again, I'm determined. I don't want to keep worrying that Coby's thinking about someone else when I'm with him.

I catch his hand as the attention to the area is making me slightly uncomfortable and set about making him feel as amazing as he deserves to feel.

I press sweet, gentle little kiss to his collarbone, moving across it before slowly sinking across his chest, worshipping every part of him.

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