Industrial Strength

By Thunderhead

Rating/Warning: NC-17, PWP

Pairing: Exley/White

Disclaimer: The characters were created by James Ellroy. I am not making any money from this and I wrote it just for fun. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

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Industrial Strength

By Thunderhead

An unmarked police car pulled slowly into the industrial district near an almost abandoned wharf. At the entrance through the chain link fence a bulb dangled in its metal fixture, glowing a weak beige aura. The gravel lot ended abruptly, dropping off into nothingness. There were no pylons or guardrails to prevent anyone from driving right straight off into the dark open water of the Pacific. Bud thought about it for a second, then parked behind a pyramid of 40 gallon drums, painted blue and marked with white lettered code. He turned off his car headlights and watched the rain make smooth running patterns on the windshield.

He sat, listening to the patter against the roof mix with the soft lapping of the waves on the corrugated metal dockside. Sometimes he heard the hollow sound of metal striking metal, like a lonesome bell. There was something floating somewhere in the water knocking against something else, perhaps a buoy, unseen in the distance. Bud hit the interior light and looked at the hands of his watch, 1:35 in the morning. He was ten minutes early. He had tried to stay away until later, but he couldn't manage to pass the time. Finally he gave in and drove here early, knowing he would be waiting here like this in the dark and rain. He lit a cigarette. It didn't really matter.

He watched as much of the surrounding area as he could, looking for movement of any sort. He was sure no one would be out here this time of night, but God only knew what could happen. An unlucky drug deal, a mafia connection, some importer's insurance fraud operation, well, you had to take your chances. But tonight, nothing. Probably because of the rain, thought Bud. The weather was always the great ally in crime prevention. It would take an exceptional criminal to be out here in this rain. Someone really desperate. Someone as desperate as himself. He rolled the window down an inch to let some air in; his windows were fogging up. The rain began to drip in, hitting the left sleeve of his brown tweed jacket. He didn't move to avoid it.

He was glad to be back on the force; he had been for about a year. The car he was driving now on a regular basis was a typical Eishenhower era boat, big and wide for cruising those empty highways that were improving the city and the nation as a whole. No goofball safety features like headrests or seatbelts. The promise of the road was that the great nation was your oyster, but now Bud didn't have a need for anything beyond Los Angeles. He knew L.A., and it knew him. Bud had easily requalified for active duty but that was just the usual bullshit hoop jumping. The hard part was deciding that his life should continue here in the City. He couldn't say he was happy. He didn't expect to be. There was another word for what he was feeling, and it was more powerful than happiness.

He saw headlights sweep across the gravel lot, then the car pulled into view. Bud looked at his watch. 1:45, exactly. At least he wasn't late. Bud put out his second cigarette, and shut the ashtray with one fast slap. The curved chrome bumper gleamed in the rain with his approach. The car pulled up alongside his, facing the opposite direction, both hidden behind the steel drums between the bumpy, unpaved access road and the water, about 300 feet away. Bud turned off his dispatch radio, wanting to be sure of silence and privacy. He released the seat catch and pulled at the metal bar underneath, smoothly moving back the big bench seat a few extra inches. He heard a knock on the passenger side door, and reached over to open it from the inside.

Exley got in. A breath of night air and the smell of sea and rain swirled in the car along with him. His hair was falling down partly over his eyes; the storm had picked up. Even a short walk would soak you. His eyes flashed a hello, meeting Bud's for just a moment. Ed moved to close the space between them, placing his left hand on Bud's thigh, the other sliding inside Bud's jacket to feel his pounding heart. Ed looked into Bud's eyes and saw the man he loved and trusted, the man he was obsessed with enough to come driving out here to this wretched wasteland in the middle of the night and in the driving rain. Not even an animal would do something this stupid.

Bud moved towards Ed, sliding out from under the steering wheel, pushing against Ed's hands, which yielded for this closeness. Ed's head went back, his mouth opening wide for Bud's devouring kiss and searching, commanding tongue. Bud nearly smothered the smaller man with the force of his passion, moving on top of him, pressing against him hard and desperately. Bud was kissing Ed like he wanted to move right through him. Ed was starting to disappear into the force of Bud's passion, needing to disappear into this wet night. Ed grabbed at Bud's shoulders, pulling at them and embracing him, feeling the hard muscle underneath the texture of his jacket. Hard working man's muscle that was crushing him deep into the seat.

Bud's tongue flicked on the roof of Ed's mouth, tickling him. Ed closed his mouth slightly, to tease his teeth over it. A perverse passion spilled out of Ed, and he had to shove Bud away and stop to take a breath. He almost bit down, hard, on Bud's tongue. Bud waited the second Ed had pushed him away for, breathing quickly, then redoubled his attack, coming up taller and forcing his hands down Exley's collar at the neck, busting off all the buttons as his thick, strong hands forced Ed's shirt open from the inside. Ed put his hands against the sides of Bud's face as they kissed, gaining a bit of control, and felt the scratch of Bud's facial hair against his smooth palms.

Bud's uncontrolled passion spun Ed out to the thin edge, where he felt painfully alive and savage with lust. Ed listened to the rain thunder down on the roof of the car, creating a place for them outside of the world. Let him do anything he likes, thought Ed, let him take me like a storm takes the city.

Ed's hips bucked up invitingly, his legs gripping Bud's thigh. Bud pressed the wide strong muscle of his thigh against Ed's rubbing groin. They were raised high against the seat, falling nearly into the back seat. Ed's shoulders were pushed backwards on top of the front seat, and Bud reached down his chest to pull out his undershirt in one quick movement. Ed's arms went up, his hands gripped the roof of the car. Ed pushed his hips up again, his thighs flat and straight, as Bud lowered himself down into the passenger footwell to unfasten Ed's belt buckle, his hands moving swiftly and with absolute sureness. Remembering through a haze, Ed frantically searched for the lever that would lower the big, wide front seat backwards. He found it and gave it a savage tug, sending them both down to a better angle. Bud didn't seem to notice, but just took advantage of the extra room, filling it with his wide shoulders.

Bud grabbed the waistband of Ed's pants with one hand and gave them one mighty pull down, Ed's hips lifting off the seat to accommodate him. Bud took Ed's hard cock in his hand, giving it a couple short tugs before lowering his head down to take all of it quickly and entirely. He felt Ed's heart beating in his mouth. He felt Ed squirming with pleasure beneath him, writhing around and pounding his right hand into the seat to hang on to control. Bud created a heavy suction, pulling at him with his soft, hungry mouth. Ed lost control and let go into the abyss.

They had been meeting like this for a few months, and Bud knew Exley inside and out. He knew when the end was nearing, and when the point of no return had been reached. Ed was there now, so Bud quickly released his cock from his mouth and let Ed come all over his face and hair, pelting him in violent hot lashes. Ed looked down and disappeared into the dark water in his soul, nearly screaming with desire and satisfaction all at one time.

That was exactly what Bud wanted to hear. Bud would do anything for him. Any fucking thing Ed needed. Bud rolled open the window, and stuck his head and shoulders outside, face up, feeling the rain splash off his face. The hot and then the cold. Bud rubbed his face with one hand, and shook his head fast, like a dog. He opened his mouth into the rain, exhaling great gasping breaths as he felt the rain splash against his neck and roll into his collar.

Ed was completely unhinged, watching Bud surrender to the rain, the ferocious pounding water splashing off his face, cleaning him. Anticipating Bud's demand, he flipped himself over on his belly, pressing himself into the cold vinyl seat. His teeth grazed at the little rows of stitches in the seat back, his tongue darted out to feel the smooth texture of the vinyl seat. His hands reached for the edges of the seat, preparing himself to hang on tight. He felt Bud dripping wet above him for a moment, the drops striking his heated, naked flesh in pinpoints of sensation beyond pleasure or pain. He heard the click of the glove box and his eyes rolled back in his head as Bud slicked him up with something cold and wet. Ed didn't care what the hell it was.

Bud was fully clothed except for his pants, which were only undone. Bud was in him as deep as he could go immediately. Ed sucked in his breath, gritting his teeth with the force of Bud's possession. Bud's thrusts were full, deep and powerful. Ed pushed up against Bud, moving with him to create the friction that would set them on fire. Ed thought he was being taken like an unbroken horse, tight, fast and with no room for disobedience. His breathing grew shallow as he slipped into the space beyond reality. He loved being fucked, hard and often. No one was better than Bud, all animal muscle and uninhibited beneath the iron exterior.

Let him fuck me 'til I die, thought Ed. Kill me by fucking me too hard, Bud, do it. I want you to have all of me 'til there's nothing left for anyone else. Ever. "Please," Ed choked out nonsensically, his voice high and small.

Bud didn't have a clue what he was talking about. Please what? But the sound of Ed's voice like that turned Bud's desire to an unbearable level of agony and he could feel the end coming all too soon. Bud's hands held Ed's waist with an iron grip as his release shook through him, forcing a yell out of his mouth that ricocheted off the windows back at them with a ear splitting intensity. Bud collapsed on top of Ed's back, panting for breath. Ed felt Bud's damp clothes scratching against his back, and the cold, smooth plastic seat beneath him in contrast. He felt exposed and vulnerable, wide open and used, dominated in the most natural way. There was too much passion between them to handle except like this.

Ed shrugged Bud off him, easily now. He found a shop towel wadded up on the floor of the back seat and tried to clean himself off a little. Not too bad. Bud hadn't made him bleed, thank God. He slid his pants back up and tried to get his buttonless shirt back on in a mockery of being dressed. He looked over at Bud in the three quarters darkness. Bud looked peacefully back at him. Reaching over towards him, Exley leaned on one hip and went to get a pack of cigarettes from Bud's jacket pocket. Not knowing Ed's intention, Bud rolled over on his back a little too much. Ed had to keep reaching for him. Ed smiled sweetly and let his hand rest on Bud's chest a moment before speaking. "Your cigarettes."

"Sure." Bud smiled back, and handed him the pack, a book of matches wedged inside. Ed took one out and lit it, the hiss of the striking match precious in the storm. His hand shook just a bit as he reached to share it with Bud.

The End

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