One Touch
by elfin
 

One touch.  That's all it would take.

Peter stood in the doorway of the kitchen, trembling a little.  Andy was sitting at the kitchen table, beating himself up over the kid's horrific scrapbook, completely in a place of his own.
There was no sympathy to be given, no understanding.  Whatever had really happened that night, they might never know.  But Andy had hit a woman - a beloved wife and mother - with his speeding car and killed her.  That was irrefutable.  That was the truth and they had to live with it.

This case was tearing Andy into pieces, slowly and painfully.

The hard-won peace that had settled between them wasn't yet broken, but it was cracking.  Before they’d found this fragile accord, Andy had always taken his upset out on his Inspector.  This time, he was doing his best not to and that meant keeping it all to himself, locked inside.

Peter almost wanted the flaming row they were poised on the edge of.  It would clear the air, give Andy the chance to release it all - his anger and responsibility.  Well, maybe not release it.  But share it at least.

Seemingly of its own volition, Peter's arm rose from his side.  He glanced down at his hand, frowning at the shivers running through him.  It wasn't cold - it never was in Andy's house.  He'd had a pint at the pub but no more.  Looking up at Andy, he saw the subtle shaking in the big man's frame.  Was Andy crying?

Hesitantly, he took three steps forward.

One touch.  Why had he resisted for so long?  Why had he been unable to offer his boss, his friend, the comfort that he'd so easily given in the past?  A few simple words from him had always pointed out the silver lining around whatever cloud was hanging over them.  Not this time.

Reaching out, Peter placed his hand on Andy's shoulder.

Andy started, his head snapping round.

The expression on his face was one of pain laced with fear.  And something else, something deeper, darker.

Drawn to it, Peter stroked his hand soothingly over Andy's shoulder to the top of his back in a touch that wasn’t quite a caress, but almost.

The barriers between them shattered.  The floodgates opened and the tidal wave of feeling caught in odd looks and minute touches hit them hard.

Andy was on his feet in a heartbeat, and for a split second, Peter was sure the man's fist would connect with his face.

In the next moment, he was being kissed.

The rough demands of Andy's mouth were nothing that Peter wasn't willing to give.  He gripped his friend's arms, closing his eyes and opening his mouth to grant the probing tongue entrance.  Hungrily, he sucked on it.

Stepping forward, pressing himself against the other man's body, Peter moved his hands under Andy's jacket and ran them up over his chest, pushing the heavy cloth from the broad shoulders.

Andy took his own cue and did the same with Peter's dark jacket, moving restlessly to remove the already loosened tie.

Rational thought didn't touch either man as buttons were rapidly unfastened and clothing pooled on to the floor.

They didn't break the kiss, as if that would mean letting reality in.  They clung desperately to one another; tongues stroking, tasting, exploring.  Hands that weren't unbuttoning were caressing, randomly finding the places that made the other groan with pleasure.

Leaving Peter's grey shirt hanging from his shoulders, Andy blindly turned them, manoeuvring his Inspector between himself and the wood of the kitchen table.

An 'umph' escaped Peter's busy mouth as his ass hit the hard surface.

Reaching down, Andy shamelessly grabbed that ass and lifted.  Taking the not-so-subtle hint, Peter shifted up and back, to sit on the table top.  Arms going around Andy's neck, he made it clear that he just wanted to kiss for a moment and Andy stilled, gentling the kiss, his hands pressing against the small of Peter's back.

But not for long.

Lifting his legs, Peter smiled against Andy's mouth as he used his feet and toes to pull the big man's boxers over his hips and ease them down.

A moment later, he took an arm from around Andy's neck and reached between them.

He was rewarded by a low howl when he cupped his boss’ balls non-too-gently.

Taking advantage of the break in mouth-to-mouth, Peter drew in several deep breaths.  His mind was just starting to clear when he was lifted again and his own underwear was yanked down.  He barely had a chance to kick the material from around his feet when a large hand planted itself in the centre of his chest and pushed him back.  Without warning he was surrounded by wet heat.

"Jesus!  Andy...!"  The first words spoken between them, and it was more of a cry for mercy.

Andy was kneeling on the hard kitchen floor, his head bobbing at Peter's groin, sucking on Peter's cock like a man starved.

Thought wiped clear from him, all he could do was place his hand on the thinning hair and lose himself in the incredible sensations.

Working on instinct alone, Andy put his mouth and throat to good use.  From Peter’s reactions it was clear he was doing something right.  Not thinking, just doing, he felt all the pressure of the last few days lifted from him and he too lost himself in what was happening between them.

It had been too long.  Peter lasted a few minutes before he felt a huge orgasm spiralling in his balls.  He clawed his fingers in Andy’s hair, uncertain if he was warning the other man or urging him on.  Whatever, Andy didn’t stop until Peter was flooding his mouth.

Flopping bonelessly back onto the table, Peter couldn’t think of any suitable words.  He gave himself a moment to recover, then forced himself to sit up, and catching Andy’s rather embarrassed gaze, he shamelessly wrapped his fist around the unrepentant cock.

Andy groaned, leaning forward to prop himself up, one hand gripping the tabletop either side of Peter’s naked ass.

Peter used a well-honed skill to his best advantage, rubbing and squeezing in all the right places until Andy too was climaxing hard enough to leave a trail of semen from Peter’s left shoulder to his right hip.

“Bloody ‘ell,” were the only words to make it out of Andy’s throat.  Peter had dropped back to the table and was grinning up at the ceiling like a raving lunatic.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” he stated after a long time.  He could feel Andy leaning against his legs where they dangled over the side of the table.

“You started it, Sunbeam.”

Peter’s eyes widened, but he didn’t have the strength to argue.  “Wanted to make you smile.”

Andy pushed himself up onto unsteady feet and looked over at his Inspector’s shining face.  “May I suggest you keep that particular method in mind for other moments of self-pity?” he asked primly.

Peter laughed, reaching out for any part of Andy that he could touch.  Andy pushed his fingers between Peter’s, the simple contact seeming more intimate then than what they’d just done.

“Want to lie somewhere more comfy?”

Peter nodded once, and peeled himself off the hard wood.  He stooped down to pick up his clothes, and felt Andy’s hand on his arm.  “Leave ‘em, it’ll give us something to laugh about in the morning.”

Still grinning, Peter flicked off the kitchen light as he followed his superior to bed.  As his foot touched the top stair, he heard a low grumbling.

“Andy?  Have you had anything to eat?”
 

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elfin