You Have The Right to Remain Silent

byLilyK

Warning: Mild b&d, roleplaying.

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It was snowing heavily when Blair Sandburg shoved open the door to the convenience store on Sycamore Avenue. He stomped the snow from his hiking boots and shook his head, sending droplets of water flying in all directions. He headed to the back of the store toward the refrigerator case, retrieving a six-pack of Killian's Irish Red. Blair turned to make his way to the cash register when he plowed into the immovable object blocking his path.

"Oh, hey, man, sorry," Blair said as he looked into the face of the immovable object, a tall, solidly built forty-ish looking man wearing a police uniform. Blair took a quick step back, startled for a second seeing the bulk of the man standing expressionless before him.

The police officer's eyes met Blair's. While he didn't smile, he did nod. "It's okay. Just an accident."

Blair smiled. "Yeah, right. I didn't hear you come up behind me. Sorry. I hope I didn't hurt your foot when I stepped on it."

Steel blue met sapphire. "No. I'm fine. Thanks. Good night." The officer inclined his head once sharply.

Blair stepped aside while he peeked at the officer's name tag, James Ellison. He stopped and looked back at the attractive man. He watched as the officer opened the refrigerated case and made his selections, two extra large beef burritos with extra cheese and jalapenos.

Blair groaned. "Ah, excuse me, but do you have any idea what those things will do to your arteries? I thought you guys had to stay in shape for the job."

The man glanced sideways at Blair. "Do you want some sort of trouble here, buddy? What I eat is none of your business."

Blair solemnly looked at Officer Ellison. "No, I don't want trouble. I was just concerned. It would seem to me that if you expect to be able to apprehend some perp 10 or 15 years younger than yourself, you would want to keep your physical condition at its peak performance. You're not all that young for a cop," Blair said, grinning at his observation.

Officer Ellison put a hand on Blair's shoulder and pushed him back against the glass door. "Like I said, it's none of your business." His voice was low and dangerous when he continued, "And unless you want to make it your personal business, you'd better get a move on."

"Say, Ellison, don't get all caveman on me." Blair poked the man's shoulder with his finger. "I'm a law abiding citizen."

"That's Officer Ellison to you, geek," Officer Ellison snorted, looking Blair over from head to toe. "You don't look too law-abiding to me. You look like some neo-hippie, witchdoctor punk to me. You have thirty seconds to leave before I shake you down for drugs. Believe me, you won't like it one bit if I have to search you."

Blair stood quietly without moving for several seconds before he mumbled, "Try me, asshole."

Officer Ellison's face paled and he slowly opened the refrigerated case, tossing the food back inside. He just as slowly tugged on the six-pack of beer in Blair's hand until it released its hold. Then the officer placed the item back in its spot in the case. Before Blair could protest, the man spun him around and shoved him against the glass door, pressing him against it with his forearm across Blair's upper back while deftly snapping handcuffs on his wrists.

Ellison's movements were so quick that Blair had no chance to protest, and he started when the links clicked, then he grumbled, "Hey, man, what the hell do you think …"

Ellison pressed his arm hard across the back of Blair's shoulders, his face inches from the back of Blair's head. "You have the right to remain silent," he said menacingly.

Blair tried to twist from under the officer's strong arm but the effort was futile. He grabbed a handful of Blair's heavy jacket by the shoulder, and roughly propelled him down the aisle and out the door. Blair slipped on the icy sidewalk, but before he fell, Ellison's hand clenched the back of his jacket by the neck, stopping his fall and hauling him back to his feet.

"I'm adding resisting arrest to the charges," Ellison growled.

"What!?" Blair exclaimed sharply. "You idiot! I slipped."

"Now I'm adding insulting an officer of the law," the cop snapped.

"Listen, man, you have no right to do this." Blair protested loudly but Ellison just ignored him as he opened the back door to the worn-looking '93 Ford Taurus wagon. Blair twisted in his grasp and he said, "This isn't a cop car. What the hell are you trying to pull?"

Ellison snarled, "I was on my way home, you stupid punk. This is my car."

"What a piece of junk!" Blair quipped.

The unhappy man's hold on Blair's jacket tightened and he shook him roughly. "Now you've done it, smart mouth."

He opened the door and pushed Blair into the back seat and slammed the door closed. Ellison climbed into the driver's side quickly and chuckled when Blair scooted against the door and tried to open it to make his escape. "Child safety locks, Chief. You can't get out."

Blair kicked the back of the front seat. "I'm filing a lawsuit for false arrest. Hurry up and book me so I can call my lawyer."

Ellison adjusted the rear view mirror so that he could look at his prisoner. "Oh, believe me, when I'm through with you you'll be screaming for more than your lawyer. You'll be calling your mommy and your priest and your best buddies."

"I don't have a priest, you asshole, I'm Jewish."

"Who cares?" he answered with a cold chuckle. "I like diversity."

Blair looked at the back of the cop's head with wide eyes before glancing out the window, looking around. "Ellison, where are we going? The police station is the other way."

The scornful laugh sent shivers down Blair's back. "Oh, we're not going to the station. I have something else in mind for you."

The emphasis on the word 'you' sent goosebumps down Blair's arms. "Oh, hey, man come on. I was just kidding. I didn't mean anything. This is a great car. You're a really nice guy. I bet you've even been Officer of the Year." Blair waited, but when Ellison did not respond, he started sweating in spite of the 20-degree temperature outside. "Please, Officer, if I apologize and make it up to you, will you let me go?"

Cold blue eyes met Blair's in the rear view mirror. "How?"

"Anything, man, just let me go," Blair said, his breath making frosty clouds.

The police officer cranked the wheel, sending the Ford into a slide before he skillfully maneuvered it into the nearest parking lot. He stopped the car and turned sideways, throwing his arm across the back of the seat. "Anything?" he said with a devious smirk.

Blair nodded, eyes wide, wondering quickly what the hell the guy had in mind while knowing exactly what he was in for.

Ellison nodded also. "Deal," he said, hopping out and opening the back door. He grabbed Blair's coat sleeve yet again and tugged him out.

Blair looked around and groaned when he realized that they were at the Dreamland Motel on Dawson Boulevard. He tugged experimentally on the strong hand clamped on his arm but there was no give in that clasp.

Ellison shook him a bit to remind him who was in charge and pulled him to the first floor corner room. He reached in his jacket pocket and fumbled with the key while his eyes scanned the area. Satisfied that they were unobserved, he opened the door and shoved Blair inside ahead of him.

Blair stumbled into the room and stopped, turning to face Ellison. "Hey, Officer, let's talk about this. I know I said anything, but well, this is above and beyond the call of duty here."

Ellison pushed the door closed, slid the chain catch and flipped the dead bolt. He crossed the room to the battered brown table and threw the room key onto it, followed by his gun and various other implements from his belt. Then he shrugged off his jacket and threw it on an equally battered chair sitting next to the table.

Blair stood rooted to the spot in the floor, breathing rapidly. It was cold enough in the room for him to see his breath and he shivered in spite of the heavy coat. He wondered briefly if it was from fright or excitement.

The silent officer crossed the room in two long strides and grabbed Blair's upper arms. Blair closed his eyes tightly as Ellison's face moved to within inches of his. He could feel his breath on his face and he shivered again. The cop growled and released Blair's arms, going to the wall and turning the knob on the heating unit to high. He waved his hand across its face and grunted approvingly when he felt the warmth start to radiate into the room. Then he returned his attentions back to his captive.

Ellison hastily unbuttoned Blair's jacket and tugged his shirt from his pants. Blair bit his lip and stood quietly. Ellison's mouth came to within millimeters of Blair's, testing, smelling, but he did not touch the lips. Blair stifled a groan when he face pulled back a few inches and he watched Blair intently. When Blair finally opened his eyes, Ellison was looking at him lustfully.

Blair licked his lips nervously. "Uncuff me, man."

The cop slowly shook his head.

Blair lifted his chin defiantly. "There isn't anything you can do that would arouse me. I don't do men, you prick."

Grabbing a handful of his shirt, Ellison said, "Now that does sound like a challenge. Maybe you'd rather I take you to the station and let the other guys strip search you."

Blair shrugged. "Whatever, man. One dick is like another. And yours isn't anything to write home about."

Ellison's eyes blazed. "How would you know?"

Blair met the gaze steadily, hiding his apprehension. "You don't look like much to me, that's all."

"Let me show you just how much I really am," he growled.

Even though Ellison's hand still held onto Blair's shirt, Blair managed to take a step back. The cop followed, meeting each backward step with a forward one of his own, advancing steadily. When the wall stopped Blair's retreat, Ellison pressed their bodies together and his erection pressed against Blair's pelvis. He hand slid down the trembling body and rubbed Blair's hardening dick through his jeans. The police officer smirked at Blair's response and he rubbed until the friction had his captive squirming and whimpering.

"You like that, don't you?" the man insisted. When Blair didn't respond, Ellison's teeth found his earlobe and he nipped sharply.

Blair squeaked and jumped. "In your dreams, dickhead," he answered breathlessly, unable to control his arousal. .

Ellison sucked hard on the lobe and then he whispered, "Liar." He sucked harder. "You're no better than a common hooker, are you?" he asked hoarsely. His tongue licked Blair's ear and explored the insides, driving him wild.

"No, no better," Blair blurted out when the goosebumps danced down his arms and legs.

The cop's mouth licked and tongued Blair's ear and his hand continued its work on Blair's erection.

"Do you like this?" Ellison asked again.

"Yes," he whispered.

Ellison triumphantly smirked. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, please., Blair murmured and moaned at the heat of their bodies.

Ellison pressed his body against Blair's. "You're a pretty sorry excuse for a lay. One minute you're complaining I'm not good enough, then you're begging for it. I'm not paying you for this."

Blair's wide eyes met his captor's. "It's okay. I don't…"

Ellison pressed his fingers on Blair's mouth. "Too much talking."

Removing his hand, he waved a finger in warning. When Blair finally nodded, Ellison moved back a step, resting his palm against Blair's chest. With his other hand, he popped the button on Blair's jeans and slid the zipper down. Blair sucked in his breath sharply when the cool hand slid through his pubic hair and grasped his hard shaft, drawing it out. Releasing the hard member, he stepped back and held up a finger, ordering, "Stay."

The cop walked back and forth in front of him, studying him intently. Blair closed his eyes and put his head back. He panted harshly and his erection bounced up and down with each breath. Ellison's blood burned in his veins as he admired the man before him. Blair looked incredibly sexy still fully clothed, his face flushed and sweating, his hair sticking out every which way, his hard shaft jutting out, leaking furiously. He practically came just looking at him. Quickly moving close to his prize, his hand grasped the tantalizing dick roughly and he ordered, "Name?"

"Blair," he whispered.

"Don't like it."

"Bite me."

"Thanks for the invitation, " Ellison answered irritably.

Blair shuddered while the hand fisted his hard-on. "S..sorry," he managed to stammer.

"You're going to be, more than you know. Now shut up." Ellison's lips crushed against Blair's, kissing him roughly and passionately. He pressed his demanding tongue on Blair's luscious lips until they parted. Then he plunged his tongue in and ravaged the insides of that hot, tasty heaven. His hand worked Blair's dick just hard enough to excite him and while Jim's mouth claimed his territory, his hand relentlessly stroked the hard shaft until Ellison sensed Blair's orgasm growing. When Blair was at the edge, the cop stopped, cupping the velvety balls and tweaking them until Blair's orgasm retreated. His mouth never stopped his conquering of Blair's and when he finally pulled back to look into the handsome face, Blair was sweating and trembling, his knees were shaking and he was panting so hard, Ellison thought he might hyperventilate.

Smiling to himself, he grasped Blair's arms and lead him over to the bed. "Take deep even breaths. You pass out and I'm still screwing you."

Ellison shoved Blair's pants down around his ankles, and then pushed him to sit on the bed. He tugged the coat from his shoulders and pushed it down his arms to where his hands here handcuffed together. Next came several layers of flannel that were pushed down on top of the jacket. When he hit the long thermal shirt that was the final item of the many layers, he pulled it over Blair's head and it joined the other items bundled at his wrists.

Ellison stood in front of his prisoner, raking his eyes over Blair's body. He looked totally debauched with his pants bunched around his ankles; his shirts and coat tangled around his handcuffed arms; his face flushed and his dick full and red from need.

Blair opened his eyes and challenged the man standing over him. "You think you can handle this, Ellison?" Blair growled.

Ellison grinned wickedly. In a swift motion, he flipped Blair to his stomach and positioned him so that his backside was hanging over the side of the bed. Ellison licked his lips at the sight of Blair's body waiting for him. His fingers traced the cleft of the warm ass, and he ran his nails lightly over the tight opening, making Blair's cheeks quiver. He pressed his knee against Blair's butt to prevent him from moving and he fished in his pocket, finding a tube of lube. He popped open the lid and coated his fingers with the cool gel. With one hand pressed against the small of Blair's back, Ellison coaxed a finger into Blair's ass. Blair trembled when the finger began to slide in and out rhythmically and when Blair's body responded by moving back against the intruder, Ellison added more fingers, keeping up a steady, slow pace. Ellison chuckled when Blair pushed back on the fingers and tried frantically to rub his dick on the rough bedspread as he whimpered his need.

Ellison pulled Blair's body away from the bed so that his dick hung freely, robbing him of his release once again. Blair moaned and thrust his hips futilely but Ellison never let up his stroking, finding Blair's prostrate, hitting it several times, always stopping just long enough to prevent Blair's orgasm whenever the cop sensed he was ready to tumble over the edge of that cliff. Ellison just smiled when Blair pressed his face against the blankets, muttering over and over, "Pleasepleaseplease." Ellison finally pulled out his fingers and Blair trembled and started to slide to the floor, his useless legs shaking badly. Ellison sank to his knees and slid an arm around Blair's waist, holding him steady until he recovered some of his equilibrium.

Ellison moved between Blair's legs and he unzipped his fly, freeing his own hard, aching member from its confines. He lubed himself thoroughly and pressed against Blair's body, sliding deep into the ready passage until his balls were pressed against Blair's inviting backside.

Gripping Blair's hips, he started to thrust slowly, pulling out fully before ramming back in, relishing the feel of the hot cavity surrounding his shaft. Ellison grunted at each thrust while Blair's muscles squeezed his dick. Blair's teeth found the blanket and he bit down with each thrust and when the thrusts rubbed against that special spot, Blair howled and his body went rigid. He clamped his ass muscles hard around the shaft buried in his body, spurting semen everywhere. Ellison put a hand over Blair's mouth and growled at him to be quiet, worried that he'd wake the entire neighborhood for blocks with all the noise. Ellison pushed in as far as he could and held on tightly while he tumbled over the edge, drowning in the overwhelming heat of his prisoner's burning body.

Ellison struggled to catch his breath and he collapsed on top of Blair, lying heavily for several minutes until he heard the labored breathing. He broke their connection and rose quickly, flipping Blair over and asking in a concerned voice, "Hey, buddy, are you okay?"

Blair lay with closed eyes, panting to take in enough air. After several moments he managed to finally catch his breath and open his eyes to see his tormentor hovering over him, watching intently.

"Yeah, man, I'm okay. What's it to you?"

"That wasn't too rough for you, was it, punk?"

Blair looked at him crossly. "No way, old man. Like I said, you're not much after all."

Ellison rose and hauled Blair to his feet. He pulled Blair's jeans back up, and put his shirts and jacket back into their proper places, and buttoned his coat.

"Hey, man, at least let me use the john. You made a huge mess and now the seat of my pants is all wet and sticky."

Grunting, he reached a hand to pat Blair's ass, rubbing the denim into the wet spot on his backside. "Tough. You'll live. Might be a bit cold, though, since it's freezing outside."

"Cocksucker," Blair stated firmly.

"You wish," Ellison replied. He hadn't undressed so he quickly wiped himself on the edge of the blanket and tucked himself back into his pants. He was ready to go in just a few seconds and once again, he used the convenient handle of Blair's jacket, hauling him towards the door.

Blair shook off the hand. "How about these cuffs? I kept up my part of the deal."

Ellison nodded, spinning Blair around, unlocking the cuffs. "I'll take you back to your car," he said, almost civilly.

Blair snorted. "Oh, thanks man, you're just so kind."

Ellison didn't respond. He unlocked the door, grabbed Blair's arm and propelled him to the car. The ride back to the store was made in silence, but at least Ellison let him sit in front this time. When Blair pointed out his Volvo, he pulled up next to it.

"That your piece of crap?" Ellison sneered.

"Jerk," Blair grumbled, sliding out and slamming the door hard. Blair stood and put his hands in his pockets, hunching down in his coat, watching the man coldly.

Ellison started to pull away and looked into the rear view mirror to see Blair flipping him off. He stopped and rolled down the driver's window. Reaching out an arm, he signaled Blair to come around. Blair stood for a few seconds before he shrugged and approached the open window, leaning into it.

"What now?" Blair grumbled. "You forget something?"

Smiling that special Ellison smile that was reserved exclusively for his lover, he murmured lovingly, "Yes, I did. Thanks, Blair, that was wonderful. Give me a kiss."

Blair grinned from ear to ear, leaning in to kiss his mate soundly. He pulled back just a few inches and said, "I had fun, too. You have got to tell me about these fantasies of yours more often, Jim. See you at home in ten minutes. Man, I am starving. I'm going back into the store and get those burritos and that six pack of beer. And when we get back to the loft, it's my turn. Have I ever told you my fantasy about you and me and…?" Blair paused and then laughed merrily. "On second thought, I think I'll wait. Make it a real surprise." He stood and started to walk towards the store, calling quietly over his shoulder, "Love you," and went into the store to get the food, beer and a few other essentials for his own fantasy.

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