"Travis," he whispered, clinging to his partner turned lover's neck, breath coming in ragged gasps, "I was wrong."

"About?" Travis muttered the word into the blonde's sweat-soaked neck.

"About us, about keeping this a secret. I don't know if I can keep it to myself much longer."

He nipped lightly at the sensitive pale skin just behind Wes' ear, eliciting a delicious shiver out of the other man. "I'm so happy you feel that way because I couldn't agree more."

"Then show me how you feel, baby," Wes encouraged.

With a wicked smile, Travis proceeded to prove his love….

"What the hell did you do now," Travis asked casually, seeing his partner cradling his right hand with his left.

Wes looked up and frowned at Travis, knowing that no matter how he phrased the truth, he wasn't going to ever live it down. "Someone high-fived me a little too hard and I think I sprained my wrist."

"Whaaaaat?" A chuckle bubbled up from somewhere deep in Travis' chest, causing a touch of pink to rise in Wes' cheeks. "Let me see."

Reluctantly, Wes held out his arm to be inspected. He wasn't all that confident in Travis' medical knowledge, but figured that with all the foster brothers and sisters he'd tangled with over the years, he'd at least know if it was serious or not. Wes winced slightly as his partner poked and prodded and squeezed his tender wrist.

Travis grunted and released Wes' arm back into his own care. "I don't think it's too serious, nothing that a little ice won't fix. Just no self-satisfaction for a few days or you might re-injure it."

"Self… Travis!" The pink in his cheeks was darkening rapidly, moving from slightly embarrassed to fully humiliated. "What makes you think that I even…"

"Because it's natural and normal?" He flashed that self-satisfied smirk at his other half and brandished a handful of purple papers. "Or, at least Kendall assumes it is."

"Didn't we just talk about this," he fumed. "Is it possible for you to ever let anything go?"

"Nope," he grinned just for the hell of it. "And you know what else? You can't drive yourself home like that either."

Travis was right and he hated it. "No," he spat, "I'll take a cab home."

"What? And leave your precious baby here, unguarded? What kind of partner would I be if I let you do that?"

The kind that took a hint, he thought. "Travis, you don't have to…"

"Oh, I know I don't have to, but I want to, baby." He waggled his eyebrows at the blonde and strutted off towards Wes' sleek, black transportation.

With an exasperated sigh, Wes gave in and followed Travis to his car.

"Keys?"

He handed them over, grumbling, "For the record, I don't like this."

"For the record," Travis mocked, "you don't like anything." He paused before turning back to his partner with an evil grin on his face. "Well, aside from publically kissing me, that is."

"Travis! That was for show, to make the others think…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he waved off Wes' tirade and climbed into the plush leather driver's seat, "so you say."

Growling, Wes dropped into the passenger seat, pulling the door closed behind him.

"You're too easy," Travis teased, passing Wes a handful of incriminating purple pages. "Here, I managed to finally get through it all and I think you might find this part interesting."

"I really don't want anything more to do…"

"Aw, just read it, okay Mr. Stick in the Mud. It'll help pass the time until I drop you off."

Wes grunted and gave in. Travis' driving had a tendency to make him a touch carsick as it was, so any distraction – even one like this – was welcome. He held the offending pages in his uninjured left hand and frowned at them, not knowing what to expect at this point.

Wes pulled into the alleyway and put the car into park. The need to be with Travis had grown to an unbearable level, making it nearly impossible to keep his thoughts on work until he got his daily fix. His daily sip of latte, so to speak. "Travis, I need you."

His partner eyed him warily. "Here? I mean, I'm up for anything anytime when it comes to you, baby, but isn't this a bit extreme?"

"Damn you, I hate it when you're right," Wes growled. Leaning across the parking brake, he captured Travis' mouth with his own. "Maybe we can compromise until we're alone later."

Travis smiled broadly, it was obvious the promise of 'later' piqued his interest. "What you got in mind, blondie?"

Wes smirked, allowing his actions to speak for themselves. With practiced ease, he defeated the buckle on his partner's jeans and popped the button holding them closed.

"Yeah, I like where this is headed," Travis encouraged.

"I bet you do," Wes agreed, tugging down the zipper of Travis' jeans, exposing the dark boxers beneath. Wes reached inside, pulling Travis' hard cock out of their confinement, grasping firmly as he stroked his lover. Travis groaned in appreciation of his partner's strong hand and warm skin.

"This what you want, Wes?" Travis' hips rocked forward, sliding his length through Wes' fist.

"No," he grunted, eyes locked on the stretch of chocolately skin exposed to him. "But it's going to have to suffice until I can get you into bed with me."

"Jesus Christ, Travis, why did you give this to me again?" Beads of sweat had formed along the blonde's hairline.

Wes' neck was reddening from the collar up and it tickled Travis to no end that such a stoic man was so easily riled. "I dunno, maybe to give you ideas on this long and hard drive back to your place?"

"Aaaaah," he cried, throwing the pages at Travis. "What is wrong with you? Why do you always have to embarrass me to get your way? If you want a fucking hand job all you have to do is ask me for one!"

Travis braked as the light changed from yellow to red. "Is that all it takes, really? Because if I'd known that I'd…"

The rest of the sentence was lost. Wes had reached across the center console and gripped Travis' growing erection, squeezing just enough to get his attention. He raised one eyebrow as if to ask, any more dumb questions?

He flicked on his turn signal as the light changed again. "I was going to ask what had gotten into you but, I don't actually care."

Wes grinned, rubbing his palm along the expanse of Travis' excitement. "Your problem is you don't know how to be nice. And being nice will get you everywhere with me."

Travis bit his lower lip, watching his partner from the corner of his eye. "Will it get me in your pants because if it will then I will please, thank you, yes sir, and no sir you all night long."

The blonde barked a laugh. "I don't know about 'please' and 'thank you' but that 'yes sir' and 'no sir' might get you some interesting results."

"I'm gonna have to remember that," he hinted, changing lanes and making the turn into the hotel parking lot.

Finding the closest spot to the front, Travis parked Wes' car and handed him the keys. "Suppose I need to call a cab to get myself back to my bike now, huh?"

"That depends," Wes said quietly. Just to make sure he was paying attention.

"Depends on what?" Travis' eyes were smiling back at him.

"On whether you'd rather spend the night with me instead of hitchhiking all the way back to the station and then driving all the long, lonely way back home. What do you say, baby?"

That he tacked that particular endearment onto the end of his offer caused Travis' already aching cock to leap in his jeans. "What do I say? How about 'oh hell yes'?"

Wes cocked an eyebrow. "Oh hell yes, what?"

Travis chuckled, low and deep. "Oh hell yes, sir."

Wes opened his car door, looking back at his partner before climbing out. "You learn fast. Keep it up."

With a mock salute, Travis quipped, "Yes, sir, you know I will."

The two detectives clambered out of the vehicle, the larger hip checking the smaller as they power walked to the hotel's entrance, one step closer to Wes' room within. Wes tentatively reached out and grasped Travis' elbow with his good hand. Travis playfully nudged him in acknowledgement. "Tonight's going to be interesting for us, isn't it," he asked, cautiously.

"I sure hope so, sir, or else I'm putting an ad in for a new dom in the morning."

"We can't let that happen," he retorted, mock horror in his voice. "So I'd better step up my game."

"Man, you have no game," Travis teased.

"Oh yeah? Then how is it you're coming back to my room?"

Travis was quiet for a moment before giving in. "Okay, you have a point. But that doesn't mean you still aren't hopeless with women."

"When will you understand that I'm hopeless with women because I'm not all that interested? Now shut up before I make you put that mouth to use here in the parking lot."

"RAWR," Travis laughed, making a clawing motion with one hand. "My bossy dom is sassy all of a sudden. I like it."

If you only knew, Wes thought. And god help him if Kendall ever got wind of any of this. His life would be forfeit and he'd be forced to transfer to another precinct. Travis, on the other hand, would bask in the glory that was his illustrious sex appeal. "Know what, Marks? I think I'm starting to like that smart mouth of yours, too. Kendall was right. It is kind of hot."

Travis' face lit up. "Really? You think so?"

"Oh do I," Wes agreed, pulling open the hotel's front door, allowing Travis to proceed him inside. "Because every time you smart off, I think of shoving something in it to shut you up." He pressed the button on the elevator and smirked back at his partner.

As the doors opened, Travis followed Wes into the ornate people lifter and cackled. "Oh please tell me you're planning on stuffing my mouth with your cock, sir, because I think I can handle that one."

The doors slowly closed on Wes' retort. "I have this strange feeling we might just find out… several times… before this night is over."