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Bedtime Story
by Tiriel
NC-17, m/m
Pairing: Cooper/Truman
A Fall universe story several years down the road from the series. Another late-night phone call story, this one of a very different stripe. Coop and Harry talk.
Disclaimer: The characters of this story don't belong to me...they came from the twisted minds of David Lynch and Mark Frost (and I mean that respectfully)-I'll put them back when I'm done. Please don't sue me, all I have are student loans.
Warnings: um, sap, I guess. All dialogue.
So I wound up inspired to write something new rather than finish my WIPs. Again.
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Bedtime Story
by Tiriel
"Hello?"
"Hello, Harry."
"Hey, Coop."
"How are things at home?"
"Quiet. I miss you."
"I miss you, too."
"Is that why you called me at two a.m.?"
"No, Harry. You know why I called."
"So, how's the case?"
"Almost wrapped up. I expect to be home in just a few more days."
"You'd think that I'd be used to your out-of-town cases after all these years, but I'm not."
"Neither am I."
"So, how's the weather?"
"Dry and dusty. Is it raining there?"
"Yes. I have our bedroom window open so I can smell those Douglas firs. I wish you were here, or that I could be there with you."
"So do I."
"Now, about why you called... Tell me about the place where you're staying."
"It's a clean place, reasonably priced."
"You know what I meant, Dale."
"It's noisy. Far too close to the interstate. Even with my earplugs it's hard to get to sleep."
"And it's always hard to sleep when I'm not next to you. I'll make you forget all that."
"Why, Sheriff Truman, I do believe I've given you a swollen head."
"That's not all. Tell me about the door."
"It's that light-colored fake wood grain. Handle, not a knob. One chain and a deadbolt."
"I'm there, in the hallway, on the other side of that door. I've driven all night so I can be with you. You hear my knock on the door."
"And I open it."
"I'm standing there, just like I did that first night, all those years ago. I reach up to touch your cheek."
"And I take your hand and pull you inside."
"I kiss you, long and slow and deep, and I run my fingers through your hair. Have I told you how much I love that little bit of grey in your hair?"
"You haven't told me today. Then what?"
"Then I turn you around, put your back against that door. I drop to my knees."
"Oh, Harry."
"I nuzzle you just a bit through the fabric of your pajamas."
"And I'm watching you. I can't stop looking at you."
"I pull the pajamas down to your ankles and I take you into my mouth."
"I close my eyes, and I feel for a moment like it's that first night at the Great Northern. 1989. I love it when you push me against a door."
"I know. It is just like that night, except that now I've got years of practice and experience and I know exactly what I'm doing."
"You did rather well as a beginner, too."
"Thank you. Can you feel my mouth on you?"
"Yes."
"Then I move my tongue in just that way, the way you like. Are you coming for me?"
"Harry! Yes..."
"I love you, Coop."
"I love you, too, Harry."
"And now?"
"I pull you to your feet and walk toward the bed."
"I follow, but far enough behind that I can watch your ass when you walk."
"You can do more than just watch. This time, I'm not recently wounded."
"I get out of my clothes, as fast as I can."
"And I'm watching you."
"I'm so hard, I don't think I can stand it. Holy smoke, what you do to me. I'm not going to make it that far."
"I can tell you're close, so I sit down on the bed and pull you down. I lie down next to you and run my mouth down your neck, your chest, then skip down to your testicles. Your cock is dripping and straining for me, isn't it, Harry?"
"Yes."
"I've made you wait long enough. I look up at you and smile, and then I swallow you to the root."
"Oh!"
"And then I hold you. I've always got my arms around you. I'll be home soon. And now we can both get some sleep."
"I love you."
"I love you."
"'Night."
"Goodnight, Harry. Pleasant dreams."
The End
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*puppy dog eyes* you're going to feed me, aren't you?
Tiriel
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