title:      The One-Night Stand That Never Went Away...
author:     elf boy
pairing:    Craig Gilmore/Carl Jones
rating:     NC-17

summary:    Craig's ex-boyfriend Sean was a bit of a wet lettuce. Carl
            on the other hand, delights in being a little *too* exciting.

Disclaimer: The Bill belongs to Thames Television and ITV. No infringement of
            copyright intended.

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THE ONE-NIGHT STAND THAT NEVER WENT AWAY...

by elf boy

He wasn't sure whether to like it or not - it was quite undignified, actually.
Then again, he was sick of the respectable and buttoned-up routine. He had
needs, too. Right now what he wanted was a good fuck, nothing more and nothing
less.

And the kiss had been so sweet. Long and sweet, making him lose himself in the
warm sensation and going straight to his groin. When Craig had opened his eyes
again, he'd shifted forward a little, pushing the body under his hands a little
further into the rough plaster wall. Fingers had pulled the shirt out of his
jeans and slid underneath.

The minute Craig had walked into the Bricklayer's Arms on that warm September
evening, everything had suddenly seemed so easy. After three years of sitting in
a comfortable symbiotic bubble with Sean night after night, anyone would have
been out of practise. But no, apparently Craig hadn't quite lost his touch with
men.

When they'd tumbled through the entrance of Craig's neat and tidy two-bedroom
house, Craig had bolted the door with one hand, pulling Carl halfway up against
the wall with the other. Two months, Craig thought, as he tried to get Carl's t-
shirt over his head and his own shirt was pulled off his shoulders, two months
is a very long time.

Carl had looked at him with amusement, but said nothing. He'd seen that look on
the faces of many men, usually it spelled out as 'rebound'.

Now Craig was standing there in the middle of his bedroom, panting like a dog in
heat. One single thought filled his mind, that drove away all others. Only one
thing mattered right now.

The light of the streetlamp fell onto Carl's bare skin, making his thick silver
neck chain and pendant shine. He noticed Carl staring back at him and suddenly
felt self-conscious. Quite obviously Carl worked out regularly, how else would
he be able to achieve such a sculpted chest? He drew a finger across Carl's
hairless pectorals, chasing a little drop of sweat down his stomach and stopping
short at the onset of pubic hair, above the waistband of Carl's low-slung cargo
pants. Watching the expression on his face, Craig's parted lips showing a slight
smile. He shifted closer, threading his fingers into Carl's dark hair. Closing
his eyes, Craig hovered over Carl's mouth until their lips joined again.

There was only the sound of their breathing. It was too hot in the bedroom for
his liking. Craig had the urge to open a window, but got sidetracked by Carl
trailing across his flushed cheek, over his neck, leaving his skin tingling.
Readily taking the opportunity to rub circles around those small pink elevations
on Craig's chest with his thumbs, making his breaths come in shorter intervals.
For the sake of the neighbours and his own reputation, Craig left the window
shut.

"So now that you've shown me how much you're up for it - tell me what you like
to do," he said, holding his mouth close to Craig's ear.

"The usual. Nothing too extreme," Craig replied.

"Assume that includes fucking." Carl pried his top button undone, still holding
on to the back of Craig's head with his other hand.

"Obviously includes bad language as well," Craig remarked dryly.

"I've got no probs with that. Anything to get you hot, loverboy." Carl wriggled
out of his trousers, slow enough to keep Craig hypnotised with his movements. No
underwear, but pretty obvious arousal. He pulled Craig's head closer again, this
time for a vigorous kiss, shoving his hardness between Craig's clothed thighs.

"Okay, this is the deal," Carl said, "I get you up and ready, then you can screw
me - and I return the favour later on."

Craig laughed breathlessly. "You really think you're God's gift, don't you?"

Something Craig had put to memory a long time ago, was that certain men had this
unshattering belief that they could drive any man wild in bed. And Carl seemed
to be one of them. Usually Craig would regard such men with pity and even mild
contempt - but right now, he didn't care.

A bottle of lube sitting on the bedside table caught his eye.

"Condoms...," Craig mumbled. Remembering they were in his jeans, he had a search
through his back pockets. Lucky, he'd bought some before he'd gone to the pub.

"Do we really have to...," Carl said rather unenthusiastically, on seeing what
Craig held in his hand.

"I don't do barebacking," Craig said. There was no way he would let some bloke
he'd just picked up down the pub, go anywhere near him without a rubber.

"Oh come on, it's too much hassle. Besides, if I can't feel you inside me
properly, I'll never be able to get off," Carl whined.

"Oh, I'll see to that, don't you worry." Craig gave Carl another stern look.
Some people had no common sense. "We either use condoms or you can take your
stuff and go right now."

"Okay, okay...," Carl's expression changed from a pout into a lewd smile. He
hooked his fingers into Craig's jeans, pulling him closer to him. "I like being
fucked by an older man."

"Hey, I'm not that old," he grinned and playfully punched Carl's shoulder. Then,
snaking his hand around Carl's neck, Craig put his mouth
down closer to his ear.

"Don't you worry, sunshine. I'll make you come so hard, you won't know what hit
you."

Taking advantage of his close proximity, Carl slipped his hand down the front of
Craig's jeans, into the warm dampness that surrounded his boxer briefs. Those
clothes needed to come off pretty soon. He decided to make Craig do that for
him.

Carl pulled back a little, again exposing his face to the light of the
streetlamp. His eyes sparkled with mischief. "If you wanna play with yourself
for a bit, that's me happy."

Giving Carl a gentle push, Craig got him onto the bed and into a comfortable
viewing position. He would gladly give him a little floor show. When he was sure
that he had Carl's full attention, Craig undid the front of his jeans, reached
inside his underwear and took himself into both hands, soon getting himself into
a nice regular motion. A sight that brought a highly satisfied look onto Carl's
face.

So far Craig had shown a fair amout of self-restraint, but now he was starting
to get problems keeping this up. And why should he anyway? He closed his eyes
and bit his lip, slowly pumping. His mind ran wild, thoughs all over the place.
Luke, even Sean - he quickly pushed the memories away. This was going to be
harder than he'd thought. Better to get down to business with Carl. Craig
stopped, opened his eyes. There was a trace of sadness there, but it passed too
quickly for Carl to notice.

A few more twists and turns in the throes of passion and Carl found himself
splayed out on his front. From behind him, he could hear Craig pulling his jeans
and boxers off - and then the sound of foil being ripped.

Things started to get very relaxed. A leisurely fuck, paired with a neverending
flow of cool lube. Could there be anything more heavenly on a hot summer's
night? Long deep thrusts into his heated body, nice and slow, just the way he
liked it.

"More to the left," Carl whispered and Craig happily obliged.

Almost there.

Craig's low moans, Craig's fist around him, pumping him, heavy and full. Fingers
gently tugging at his hair. Carl was starting to see stars as the lower part of
his body slowly exploded into nothingness.

It was all over too soon. With both of them exhausted, there would be no more
horizontal activity for tonight. Carl could leave that for tomorrow morning,
before Craig left for work.

Craig felt a lot better. As he settled himself to get to sleep, he reflected on
the events of the evening. Carl seemed nice enough, attractive and young. Good
enough to take his mind off things. Most of all Carl was very willing. No over-
sensitive clingy drama queen, like Sean. Not some confused closet-case boy, like
Luke. This one wasn't dead set on verbally humiliating him, making him feel like
a stupid teenager. Fair enough, life with Sean had been a little dull toward the
end. The occasional trip to the pub, but mostly sitting around on a Saturday
night, watching old films and sipping Jacob's Creek. If that had been his life
for the next twenty years, then maybe a night with the likes of Carl was just
the kind of distraction he needed. And if this had been a mistake, he still had
time to cut his losses after Carl left in the morning.

Carl on the other hand, thought he'd just hit the jackpot. Craig had told him in
the pub, that he worked as a police sergeant - obviously he earned a good salary
and was able to afford a small house. He drove a snazzy little red Escort, the
latest model. Craig was tall and not exactly bad-looking, quite amazing in bed,
too. What more could he have asked for? It was just too good a chance for Carl
to pass up. This might have only been a one-nighter, but Carl was sure he could
persuade Craig to make it worth his while. Meals in trendy restaurants. A token
of love
or two, preferably Cartier. Maybe even get Craig take him away for a week or so.
Carl really fancied going clubbing - Ayia Napa, or at least Ibiza. Besides, the
market for bent gear in Sun Hill was still pretty much saturated for the five
weeks. And when he came back, with Craig as a cover story for his dealings there
was not much of a chance of getting caught out.

That night, Carl decided that he didn't intend on moving on to anyone else quite
so soon.


The End.

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