TLH-Verse: Another Job
Mar. 21st, 2012 11:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luvs_yogurt It's just supposed to be another job, Michael had been working almost a week on putting together his cover and infiltrating a small time gun runner's inner circle all in an effort to get close to their leader - a man named Douglas Moore who was proving to be more elusive than Michael had initially hoped. Of course, the problem with trying to get in with gun runners when you happen to have a history with one runner in particular is that you have to sell it. Without Fiona on his side, he'd had to pull off almost half a dozen shady deals to even get to the people that are allowed to drop Moore's name without getting a rifle stock to the back of the head.
He had one last transaction to make, one more very shady deal and he'd been promised an audience with the man himself.
Michael wasn't expecting to come face to face with the blond he'd parted ways with on somewhat questionable terms in a cheap motel only a week prior. Damn it.
"You aren't the guy I'm supposed to meet!" Michael clenched his jaw, eyes quickly darting from one side to the other - trying to indicate to his lover that he wasn't alone and there were two other heavily armed men waiting for a good reason to put a bullet in him. "I'm not doing this deal with a guy I never met that aint the guy I'm supposed to be meetin'." He affects a deep southern drawl, rubbing his hands over a greasy undershirt, attempting to show he's undercover - not Michael Westen. Just another idiot fresh off the bus in Miami that thinks he can run guns with the 'big boys' in Moore's gang.
He had one last transaction to make, one more very shady deal and he'd been promised an audience with the man himself.
Michael wasn't expecting to come face to face with the blond he'd parted ways with on somewhat questionable terms in a cheap motel only a week prior. Damn it.
"You aren't the guy I'm supposed to meet!" Michael clenched his jaw, eyes quickly darting from one side to the other - trying to indicate to his lover that he wasn't alone and there were two other heavily armed men waiting for a good reason to put a bullet in him. "I'm not doing this deal with a guy I never met that aint the guy I'm supposed to be meetin'." He affects a deep southern drawl, rubbing his hands over a greasy undershirt, attempting to show he's undercover - not Michael Westen. Just another idiot fresh off the bus in Miami that thinks he can run guns with the 'big boys' in Moore's gang.
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Date: 2012-05-14 06:34 am (UTC)If he didn't figure Zechs would be upset if he didn't finish, he'd have stopped right then for lack of true desire.
"Close..." he grunted, "close."
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Date: 2012-05-14 06:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-05-14 06:51 am (UTC)"Fuck..." he gasped, lowering his chest against Zechs' back, holding him as he continued the hard, quick thrusts.
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Date: 2012-05-14 06:56 am (UTC)His grip was starting to go, slowly he was either passing out or exhausted. Could be a bit of both, especially for such a roller coaster day.
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Date: 2012-05-14 04:49 pm (UTC)"Fuck... yes... gah..."
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Date: 2012-05-14 04:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-05-14 05:55 pm (UTC)"I've got you, babe... let me get my legs and I'll get you upstairs."
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Date: 2012-05-14 06:03 pm (UTC)Zechs took deep breaths, trying to find himself. But he couldn't. All his thoughts kept drifting away. He couldn't focus on anything. Well, he could focus on Michael and just him.
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Date: 2012-05-14 07:36 pm (UTC)"You're all right..."
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Date: 2012-05-14 07:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-05-14 08:31 pm (UTC)"You did good today, Zechs... you didn't let the asshole win." He pressed a kiss against the man's temple as he bent over the side of the bed.
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