Disclaimer:  I do not own any of the characters here depicted. They belong
             to someone  else. I am not earning any money for said depiction.

Pairing:     Loxton/Slater
Warnings:    Spoilers for 'Rolling in It' (The Bill)
Notes:       Nick has a home. He has a home because I want him to. He deserves
             one. Okay?
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Rolling
By Fortuita James

NC-17

That slick, 'Thanks for a lovely evening,' echoed in his mind. With it came
the physical memory of the slightly too familiar hand running down his arm.
His lip curled in disgust. He'd 'had a little chat' with the man, as Dave
put it, and had thought he was straight up. Then he found out he'd dropped
his own brother-in-law in it, and his previous interest made him  shudder.

Steve Loxton came into the locker room. "Hey Nick! Heard Fleck offered you
a  run in his Lamborghini."

"I'm not a big fan of Lambs, Steve."

"Yeah? Really? But that was one sweet ride. I was only in her for a couple
of minutes, but I wouldn't mind a few more."

Nick grimaced. "Not at that price."

"What?"

"Did Mark Fleck strike you as the generous type? Give me a ride just
because he can? I don't think so. If I get a ride, he gets a ride. And
coke-sniffing  city traders aren't my type."

Loxton blinked. Word had got around about Nick, but he'd never backed it up
before. Steve had thought it was the usual misguided station gossip;  half-
conjecture and half-fabrication. After all, he'd never corroborated
anything that was said.

"Perfectly understandable."

Nick finished pulling on his sweater. Steve pretended to be doing something
with his bag. "Hey Nick?"

"Yeah?"

"What is your type?"

Nick smiled. That sounded like a pass to him. Twice in one day, not half
bad, and this one was actually tempting.

"Oh, I dunno. Tall, cool blonds with a taste for fast cars?"

Steve stopped pretending to fiddle. He turned around and propped his hips
against the wall.

"Sounds familiar." He slowly crossed his arms.

"Oh you know someone like that, do you?" Nick riposted.

"Intimately." Hoping he wasn't making a big mistake, he said, "Want to go
for a ride in his car?"

Nick turned those dark eyes on him and grinned slowly. "Love to."

        *****

Steve, avoiding distraction, kept his eyes on the road. Nick, under no
obligation to get them anywhere safely, kept his eyes on Steve. This was a
very interesting development.

"My place is about three blocks that way," Nick said quietly, pointing.

Steve risked his first long look at him. "Okay."

He turned his really very ordinary car down the next side street, and
followed his passenger's directions.

        *****

Steve followed Nick inside, watching him jiggle his keys in the lock as
the tension mounted between them.

Nick dropped his bag and keys in the hall. He turned around to face Steve,
who was fidgeting in nervousness. His home ground, and at his instigation.
He gestured for Steve to drop his own bag, and then clasped the newly free
hand.

"Fancy the tuppenny tour?"

"Tuppenny tour?" Those deliciously mobile eyebrows twitched up.

"Mm. That's the bedroom." He gave a tug. Steve let himself be led towards a
door, and into the semi-dark space beyond.

Nick tipped up on his toes and brought his mouth perilously close to
Steve's. Before he closed the gap, he asked a quiet question; a point he
liked to  stick to.

"You involved with anyone?"

"No." Steve inclined his head towards Nick and felt the movement as Nick
said "Good" against his lips.

And the slow-moving, quiet youth Steve saw at the station, the one that had
brought him home, that man was gone. In his place: someone far hungrier.
Someone whose lips fastened to Steve's while his fingers tugged at the edge
of his pullover.

Nick broke the kiss. Once, and both t-shirt and pullover were gone, while
Steve sucked in air. Again, and Steve was equally bare-chested, though
breathing a little easier.

Steve wondered idly if Nick was going to stay attached to his face like a
sucker, now that there was nothing to pull over their heads. Then he stopped
wondering about anything. Nick's lips, so forceful on his, were feather-soft
brushing down his neck. He dropped his head back helplessly, his neck cording

slightly.

Nick continued the short journey downwards, pausing over Steve's sternum to
whisper, "Take off your shoes."

Steve toed off his shoes and socks, dropping his head forward to watch
Nick's fluttering descent. He rather liked where this appeared to be going.

Nick knelt on the plush carpet and ran his mouth in soft trains across
Steve's  abdomen. He stripped down Steve's pants with the same alacrity and
aplomb he  had used on their other garments.

Steve grinned as his briefs were pulled down his long legs with equal
efficiency. This was a pleasant surprise at the end of an otherwise ordinary
day.

Nick pushed him down on the bed and yanked open his top drawer. He up-ended
something and returned to the bedside with a couple of foil packets between
his fingers. He dropped the condoms to the floor and stroked Steve's thighs
apart.

Steve braced himself on his hands as his quads clenched and relaxed under
the stroking fingers. Nick slid his hand higher, and Steve looked down,
catching Nick's upward-turned gaze.

Nick started the same fluttering strokes over Steve's cock, slowly
increasing the pressure. Their gazes held until Steve's eyes snapped shut,
a gasp  escaping his lips. Nick had closed a fist around him and pulled him
to  complete hardness.

He heard a little rip and then coolly slick latex was being rolled down his
shaft, quickly followed by warm slickness, and his eyes flew back  open.

Nick, still in jeans and boots, was kneeling between his slightly spread
knees. His hands continued their light patterns on Steve's thighs, his hips,
his lower back, while his tongue echoed them down the length of Steve's
cock.  Steve let his weight fall back on his hands, but he kept his head
tipped  forward, watching.

Nick gradually brought his mouth back to the head of Steve's cock. Once
there, he paused for a minute. Then he took a firm grip on Steve's hips and
sucked it into his mouth.

Steve's own mouth dropped open in unconscious mimicry. He arched his back,
his elbows feeling shaky. Little gasping moans choked from his throat at the
heat, at the pressure on his sensitised nerve endings.

Nick slid his hand round to the centre of Steve's lower back. Steve could
feel the motion in shivers up and down his spine. His concentration was
finely divided between the subtle movements of Nick's hand and the
shattering  movements of his mouth.

That concentration went firmly to the mouth when Nick slid his lips down a
few inches, pulled up, and slid down again. He sucked exactly firmly enough
to overcome the desensitisation caused by the latex barrier. The pressure
increased to near painful, and Steve arched his hips a little. Nick sped up,
tightening with one hand and supporting with the other.

"God...Nick..."

Steve's buttocks clenched and he pushed up on his toes as Nick moved hand
and mouth in rapid tandem.

Nick undulated his tongue, pulling Steve's hips up towards himself.

Steve tensed inwards, his breath stopping for a second as he pulsed and
came.

Nick lightly slipped his mouth off while Steve was still hard, reaching to
slide the condom free and knot it. He unlaced and removed his boots while
Steve was still limply splayed out on the bed. He skinned off his jeans as
Steve's eyelids began to flutter. His boxers landed on the floor and he
landed on the bed just as Steve summoned the effort to partially sit. Nick
casually crossed his hands behind his head, a pose belied by his aching
cock, which had started hard and was just getting harder.

He waited.

Those pale eyes, lazy with satiety, finally fixed on him, immediately
sharpening. Steve turned onto his side and casually slid his thigh across
Nick's.

"Thanks." He leaned closer. "Now if I can just return the favour... " He
captured Nick's lips in a kiss. He propped himself up on one elbow to
attain  a better view, letting his eyes wander over the form of his new
lover.

Significantly shorter than Steve, Nick was a touch thicker, more muscular.
A slow, sensual smile curved Steve's mouth as he ran his free hand
indolently down Nick's chest. His index finger delineated Nick's collar bone.
His knuckles brushed softly over hardening brown nubs.

He dragged his eyes back up to Nick's face, and smiled wider. Nick's breath
was short, and he was watching him voraciously.

Steve grinned, and then laughed delightedly. "I'm really attracted to you!"
That earned him a look, before Nick pulled his head and his hand down.

He grinned his way through the kiss, his hand obedient to the silent command
laid upon it. It curved at Nick's waist, tracing the musculature inwards to
the centre of his abdomen. There, it abandoned the line of muscle for the
line of hair, smoothing down to curl around his cock.

He shifted to lie more across Nick's supine form, nudging his knee in
between Nick's calves. His head hovered somewhere over Nick's shoulder,
and if he  stretched his neck a little he could imprint small kisses on the
other man's lips. Of course, if he stretched a little in the other
direction... He worried at a nipple with his teeth, starting a purposefully
dissatisfying stroke over Nick's cock. Nick had long since moved his arms
down by his sides,  fingers opening over the sheets. Little moans issued
from him just near Steve's  ear, and his hips were thrusting up in an
attempt to increase the stimulation.

Steve stopped the former by sliding up from Nick's chest and swallowing
them,  and the latter by clamping his thigh across his partner's. That made
the angle  for his hand more awkward and Nick was even less satisfied.
After a couple of  minutes of Nick pushing minutely into his palm, Steve
relented and rolled  off, taking a firmer grip.

"Shit, Steve," Nick gasped, his hips moving more forcefully.

Steve moved his hand in a sharp counter-rhythm, nestling his head in the
curve of Nick's throat. He occasionally flicked out his tongue, earning an
extra hitch in his partner's laboured breathing.

Nick was close. He pushed his head back hard into the mattress and his
muscles  froze. He felt one last hard pull and exploded outwards, his
choked cry echoing in the half-lit room.

Steve gave him a tiny sucking kiss on the shoulder, before reaching over
to  the shelf behind the headboard. He dropped a couple of tissues on
Nick's heaving chest before matter-of-factly cleaning off his hand with
another. Then he lay back down beside him, assuming the casual position in
which Nick had awaited his own recovery.

Nick cursorily wiped himself clean, and then turned his head to the side.
Past Steve, he could see the clock on the bedside table.

"Stay for dinner?" he offered idly.

Steve grinned and turned his head so they were nose to nose. "Love to."

THE END