Made

By Tiriel

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Ed/Jack

Warnings: angst, and you know what happens to Jack

Disclaimer: The characters of this story don't belong to me...they came from the mind of James Ellroy, then got some modifications for the film from the minds of Curtis Hanson and Brian Helgeland...I promise to take care of them and put them back when I'm done. Please don't sue me, all I have are student loans.

Spoilers: Takes place mid-film. Serious spoilers

Summary: A missing scene from the film and its aftermath. Some lines of dialogue near the end are taken directly from the film.

...just after Ed cleans Lana Turner's drink off of his glasses and he and Jack laugh about it...

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Made

by Tiriel

"You know, kid, you really oughta loosen up more." Jack slid across the seat, putting his hand on Ed's thigh. "Learn to relax. You're so serious all the time. And you've got such a great laugh."

"Hold on a second, Jack, I'm not--"

"I thought I was holding on." Jack grinned and moved his hand higher. He leaned in to speak directly into Ed's ear. "Besides, I saw the way you looked at White and his lady friend, and it wasn't because you wanted her."

"Y-you're mistaken," Ed said, "I--"

"Oh, I don't think so," Jack said, and kissed him full on the mouth.

"Mmph." Ed was still trying to talk.

Jack took the opportunity to slip his tongue between Ed's lips. After a thorough exploration, he pulled back slightly, looking Ed in the eye. "You were saying?" he said with a confident smile.

Ed stared back, his mouth hanging open, for just a moment. Then his arms moved up and around Jack and they were kissing, both of them this time, tongues tangling together. Jack's style was slow and smooth, Ed's fast and furious.

Again, Jack was the one to break the kiss. "Hold on, there, tiger."

"All right," Ed said, and dropped one hand to Jack's lap.

*Jesus H. Christ. From boy scout to rent boy in sixty seconds,* Jack thought. "We'd better take this somewhere else, don't you think?"

Ed licked his lips and looked quickly around, remembering where they were--still parked across the street from the Formosa. "Right," he said, and jerked back, placing both hands on the steering wheel and gripping so hard that his knuckles turned white. "Of course."

Jack gave the bulge that had formed in Ed's slacks a gentle squeeze. "But I know a nice quiet place. It's not far. On the way to Patchett's, in fact. Interested?"

Ed swallowed hard and nodded.

After one last squeeze, Jack slid back to the passenger side of the car. "Straight ahead. I'll tell you when to turn."

XXX

Later, Ed would find that he couldn't even remember what Jack's apartment looked like. Jack unlocked the door, Ed followed him inside, and they were stripping off their own clothing almost before the door was shut, opting for speed rather than finesse. They didn't turn on any lights, relying on the light shining through the windows.

They watched each other undress, eyes hungry. Both of them knew who Ed wanted. As Jack, now naked, turned and walked toward the bedroom, a jerk of his head indicating that he should follow, Ed found himself suddenly curious.

"Who is it?" He saw Jack's shoulders tense for a moment, then relax.

Jack turned and smiled at Ed. "We'll be havin' none of that, now, boyo. You shouldn't be lookin' a gift horse in the mouth." Playing Dudley's brogue for laughs, one of Jack's famous tricks around the station. "You're too inquisitive, Edmund."

Ed smiled and followed.

"That's it. Relax, smile, enjoy. The world's full of shit, kid, you've gotta be able to laugh at it, face it with a grin." Jack pulled back the covers and lay down on the bed.

Ed had a moment of awkwardness, but joined Jack on the bed all the same. Kisses escalated to touches and he forgot the awkwardness. Jack's hands guided him, instructed him, inflamed him in ways he hadn't even known how to imagine.

"Don't move a muscle, I'll be right back."

Jack moved away, and Ed heard a drawer open and close. Then Jack's hands encouraged him to turn over, to spread his legs. He felt Jack's finger, cool and wet, pressing into his body. It wasn't comfortable, but it didn't hurt as much as he'd expected.

"That's right. Relax."

Jack's finger shifted within him, the strange feeling of pressure and fullness began to be pleasurable, and Ed moved his hips, rubbing his cock against the sheets.

"Doesn't take much to get you going, does it?" Jack's voice held a smile.

Ed's response was to lift himself to hands and knees. "Come on," he said, his voice hoarse.

*Such a body he had hidden under those suits,* Jack thought. *Who knew?* Then he added a second finger. "Whatever you say, Lieutenant."

Ed heard his own exhale, loud and harsh, from deep in his body. Almost like a laugh. Jack removed the fingers and began to slowly press his cock inside. It felt strange to think right now, but Ed found his mind drifting. Jack was so gentle. Bud wouldn't have been gentle. Bud also wouldn't have taken Ed back to his apartment. They wouldn't have been able to wait. They'd have found a deserted parking lot or a quiet make-out spot, or maybe even lost themselves so thoroughly that they'd have gone at it right there, across the street from the Formosa, unaware of the rest of the world. Bud would have been nothing like this. And with Bud he wouldn't have been thinking of someone else.

But Jack had someone else on his mind, too. Ed was as sure of that as he was of all the rest. *Gentle or not, wrong man or not, this is good,* Ed thought. *I had no idea how good it would be.*

"So good. He doesn't know what he's missing. Anytime you want this, you just let me know. Jack'll take care of you." Jack ran his hands down Ed's sides, then reached to pump Ed's cock in time with his thrusts.

Ed pushed back hard, moving against the rhythm of the hand on his cock and the cock in his ass, searching for something more. He felt it building, building, then the silent explosion rocketed through him.

Jack leaned against Ed for a moment before pulling back and sitting down. Ed moved to sit next to him and they took a moment to catch their breath.

"Look, kid. There are two ways I do this. You got the full treatment. I meant what I said. Anytime you need that again, let me know," Jack said, and stood up. "Cigarette?"

"No, thanks." He saw the flare of the match as Jack lit up.

"Guess we'd better be getting back to work. And if there are any real starlets at Patchett's, I'll let you know. Just listen to me this time."

XXX

From there, Ed's memory of the night reduced itself to a series of images, flickering like a Saturday matinee.

Jack's last words to him before they split up. "You get the girl, I get the coroner."

Lynn Bracken's, where she too seemed to read him like an open book. Two people calling him on it within the space of one night, the undeniable pull he felt towards Bud White. Two people had him made. And he'd fucked them both.

His arrival at the Frolic Room after closing, finding Jack nowhere in sight.

The phone call that had summoned him to an early briefing because Jack Vincennes had been found dead in Echo Park.

Standing at Dudley's right hand during the briefing, reviewing the night before, trying to push away the questions. Time of death, 1 a.m., while he'd still been with Lynn. If only.

"Edmund, might I have a word with you?"

He nodded, and looked at Dudley with respect for the last time.

"We're trying to run down a lead on an associate of Vincennes'. The records check has led to a dead end."

"What's the name?"

"Rollo Tomasi. You ever heard Vincennes mention him?"

In that moment, it all flashed clearly before him. In the time it took for one twitch of his jaw, a slight widening of his eyes, he saw it. Jack, waiting at the Frolic Room for Ed, who never came. Jack, going to Dudley with his information, whatever it was. Dudley killed Jack. But somehow, Jack figured it out in time to say the name. It must have been almost the last thing he'd said. It was as if Jack had reached out from beyond the grave to finger his own killer. "No, no I haven't."

"Well, it's probably nothing, but still, keep your eyes open, eh, boyo?"

Ed would do more than that. He would bring Dudley down, one way or the other. It was the least he could do.

The End.

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