Approach II

Part Two of the Fall Series
by Tiriel
Rating: NC-17, m/m

Picks up the story the morning after "Approach" -once again, mild spoilerish hints, but nothing explicit. So far, it all fits in very nicely as missing scenes from the eps, but that may change later on.

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...also, this is not beta'd, errors are entirely my fault.

There will be plot, and there will be angst, but not yet. This one is still pretty much just sex. (darn, bet you're disappointed...*not*)

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I woke up certain that I'd had the most surreal and erotic dream of my life. But it wasn't a dream. I had knelt and given Dale--Special Agent Dale Cooper of the FBI--head, while he leaned against the door of his hotel room. Then I'd jacked off on his bed while he watched, and I'd never even taken off my shoes. That realization, that thought, seemed all at once to be the most perverse and the sexiest thing ever to pass through my mind.

I wasn't sure if I could face him, but it was a busy day, and sitting in Ronette Pulaski's hospital room didn't exactly encourage sexual thoughts. Then, back at the station, Hank came to sign in. I'm sure Dale knew that I was only telling part of the story, but he let it pass. I wanted to tell him the rest, but I couldn't. Not yet.

I was going to ask him to have dinner with me so that we could have that talk we'd put off the night before, but then Ben Horne's call about Audrey came. Cooper seemed so...stricken by her disappearance that it felt wrong. I felt like part of my gut was tied in a knot. Maybe it was jealousy. After work, I went home, had two glasses of whiskey instead of dinner, and fell asleep on my couch.

I did dream then, that I was standing on the rocks at the top of the falls, looking down. The spray from the water created a cloud, making the drop look endless. I turned and saw Dale standing nearby. He gave me a thumbs-up and knocked on my door. But that didn't make sense. There was no door here. Was he knocking on a tree? No, no trees where he was standing, either.

The puzzle of where the knocking was coming from dragged me out of the dream. I opened my eyes and realized that dawn was beginning to show through the windows, I was on my couch and still wearing yesterday's clothes, and someone was knocking on my door.

I stumbled over and opened it. "Oh, it really is you," I said. Then the cop in me woke up and I was suddenly alert. "What happened? Is something wrong?"

He was as calm and collected as ever. "Nothing's happened, Harry. And many things are wrong in the world, but we can't fix any of them at this particular moment."

"I had this dream," I said, trying to remember the details.

"May I come in?"

I stepped back and he walked in. I closed the door, and he continued speaking.

"You know, some theorists believe that dreams--"

I placed my hands on his shoulders and cut him off with a kiss. When I stepped back and dropped my hands to my sides, he smiled.

"Do you have a bed, Harry? Or do you sleep on the couch every night?"

I didn't even bother to ask how he knew where I'd slept. "Right this way," I said, and led him to my bedroom. When I was standing next to my bed, I felt something catch my ankle. I fell forward, but somehow landed face-up on the bed. Dale was grinning at me and loosening his tie.

"You'll have to show me that trick sometime," I said. He dropped his jacket to the floor.

"Is a self-defense lesson what you really want right now, Harry?" His shirt and tie joined the jacket on the floor.

I sat up on the edge of the bed. "Your ribs?"

"Just finished my yoga before I came over. That suppresses the pain. Besides, when the will is invoked..."

"Right. Shouldn't--"

That time it was him silencing me with a kiss. He pulled my shirt open and pushed up my undershirt. *At least I took off my shoes last night,* I thought, as his hands roamed my chest.

I gasped into the kiss as his fingers tweaked a nipple, and felt the corners of his mouth turn up against mine. I was vaguely aware of his shoes hitting the floor and his hands removing my shirt, and then I decided to do more than just idly enjoy. My hands explored his back, enjoying the feeling of his smooth skin, gently skimming the bandages on his ribs.

He unzipped my pants and slid a hand inside. My eyes squeezed shut and I exhaled loudly. I stood up, and he pushed my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and reached for his. As I struggled with the button on his slacks, he reached back and pulled something from his pocket, tossing it onto the bed, where it landed with a soft thump. He helped me with the button and stepped out of his pants and boxers. I pulled him into a close but gentle embrace, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact. When our erections brushed together that first time, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

Dale pulled back and lay down on the bed. He held out his hand to me. "Every day, Harry, give yourself a present." He smiled.

I smiled back and took his offered hand. Then I found myself on my back on the bed. No surprise that he was as casually skilled with moves like that as he was with a gun. I saw him over me, then closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of his hot breath drifting down my body, his mouth just above the skin. I arched up and found only air.

Then his hands were on me, and I realized what had been in his pocket. I was about to say something clever, like, "Well-prepared, Coop. I bet you were a Boy Scout." I was about to, but then he straddled me and I found out just how well-prepared he was. My eyes flew open and I watched my length disappear into him as he slowly lowered himself.

Still mindful of his injuries, I resisted the urge to thrust. When he stopped, I was buried deep in the heat of his body. I looked up and met his eyes, and I began to move slowly. He ran a hand down my chest.

"I want it hard, Harry. I want to think of this every time I sit down today," he said, and dropped his hand back to cup my balls.

Biting my lip to keep control for as long as I could, I gave him what he asked. I fucked him hard and fast. I reached out and pumped his cock in time to my thrusts, feeling the tension build in my own body, watching it build in his.

Then the best moment of all, the moment when the ever-cool, ever-calm,collected Dale Cooper was anything but calm. I watched him as his eyes closed, as he threw his head back, as he exhaled a sound I couldn't quite make out as a word, as he came. I was only half-aware of his semen spurting onto my hand and my stomach as I got lost in my own orgasm. I lay there, catching my breath, as he lifted off of me. I groaned at the loss of his weight, his heat.

I must have drifted back into sleep for a moment, because the next thing I clearly remember is the sound of the shower. I got up and walked into the bathroom.

His voice was cheerful as he poked his head out from behind the shower curtain and said, "I'd ask you to join me, Harry, but I'm afraid I'd get distracted."

"Right." I was again not sure what to say. "Uh, I'm going to head for the station. Lock up when you leave?"

"Sure thing! See you there." His head disappeared behind the shower curtain again.

I cleaned up with a damp washcloth, dressed, and left. Later that morning, at the station, Albert told him that he was looking better. His response was quiet agreement. I smiled to myself, privately hoping our encounter had something to do with it. We still hadn't talked, but there are a lot of worse ways to start out a day.

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THE END

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