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The Things We Do For Love
by Badge177Chapter 2
Vimes lay back on the bed, listening to the sounds of running water. He was looking forward to a soak in the bath. He’d been dead on his feet before he’d left the Yard, his condition now could quite accurately be described as ‘knackered’.
Carrot returned from the bathroom. “You can have your bath first,” he said. “I’ll have mine when you’ve gone.”
Vimes got up. “Good lad!” he said.
Vimes padded to the bathroom and climbed into the bath, lowering himself gingerly into the hot water. He leaned back and closed his eyes as he sank beneath the bubbles.
He sniffed.
He opened his eyes and sniffed again. “What in the blazes have you put in this water, Carrot?” he called out.
Carrot came in. “Do you like it?” he said. “Angua bought it for me, she said it makes me smell masculine.”
Vimes gave him a blank look. “Masculine?” he said.
“Yes,” said Carrot. “Masculine.”
“Do you need help in that department, then?” said Vimes, trying to keep a straight face.
“No, not really,” said Carrot, smiling. “That’s why I put it in your bath.”
“Oh, that’s funny, Carrot!” said Vimes. “Ha, bloody, ha!”
Carrot put his hand on Vimes’ head and dunked him under the water. Vimes came back up, laughing. “You daft sod!” he spluttered.
Carrot laughed too, and sat down beside the bath. He leaned his arms on the edge, resting his chin on his arms. He watched as Vimes wiped the suds from his face.
Vimes turned to face him. Carrot was giving him that look again; the look he knew only too well…
“Stop it, Carrot,” he said, sternly.
“What?” said Carrot.
“You know perfectly well what,” said Vimes, starting to grin.
“No, I don’t,” insisted Carrot.
“Yes, you bloody well do, Carrot,” said Vimes, shoving his arms off the side of the bath. “Now, don’t start again!”
Carrot grabbed Vimes’ head, playfully, and tried to kiss him.
Vimes laughed, trying to fend him off. “Oh, for heavens sake, Carrot!” he said. “I have to get home!”
Carrot was enjoying this nonsense, he thought, and then he realized he was too. Carrot, in his innocent and trusting way, saw the world differently than he did, and sometimes just being with him was enough to make him forget the ugly world that lurked outside the door. No one else had that effect on him, not even his wife, although he hated himself for thinking that.
The laughter faded from Vimes’ voice. “I have to get home, Carrot,” he said. “You know that, don’t you?”
Carrot’s face fell. “Couldn’t you stay for just a little while longer?” he said sadly. “I mean you’ve been home later than this before.” Blue eyes looked up at Vimes, hopefully.
Vimes had to look away. “I can’t, Carrot,” he said softly. “As much as I’d like to.”
“But I like being with you,” said Carrot. “Sometimes, I just wish things could be different—”
“Don’t, Carrot,” said Vimes, stopping him mid sentence. “Come on, get me a towel or something so I can dry myself off.” And don’t start talking like that again, he thought. I’m in this deep enough as it is.
Carrot got up and went to find a towel, leaving Vimes alone. Vimes climbed out of the bath, shivering slightly as he waited for Carrot to return.
“Here you are.” said Carrot, returning to wrap a huge towel around him. He began to towel Vimes dry automatically when he saw he was shivering. “Here,” he said. “You’ll soon warm up.”
“I think I’m old enough to do that myself now, Carrot,” said Vimes, smiling at him.
Carrot looked up, and their eyes met again. This time their faces were only inches apart.
No, Carrot, don’t… thought Vimes. Please don’t kiss me again…
Carrot’s head moved closer.
Vimes didn’t move. What in the hells is wrong with me? he thought. Just back away from him, godsdamnit…
Their lips touched.
Vimes’ towel was suddenly forgotten as it fell to the floor. He raised his hands and held Carrot’s head, closing his eyes, giving himself over to Carrot’s kiss.
Carrot wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer, pressing the length of Vimes’ naked body against his own. Vimes didn’t resist, he simply moaned, a long, low moan that betrayed his feelings, instantly. Suddenly, Carrot tore his mouth away and gazed into Vimes’ eyes. “Something tells me you’re not so tired after all,” he said.
“Damn you, Carrot...” Vimes whispered. “Don’t you have any idea what this is doing to me?”
Carrot smiled and turned Vimes around so that his back was pressing against his chest. He slipped an arm under his and reached for his throat, pulling him back, burying his face in Vimes’ neck. He sucked and kissed the lobe of his ear, before licking along his neck. Then he moved to his shoulder, nibbling and biting him gently. His tongue was leaving wet trails over Vimes’ skin, making Vimes shiver every time he breathed over them.
Vimes moaned helplessly. He couldn’t fight this; he was too weak. He knew he should have got dressed and gone home, but he didn’t, couldn’t; not while he knew there was still a chance of this. He’d wanted this as much as Carrot had, and he hated himself for it. Carrot was like a drug; he knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help himself. Gods, what had he done to him?
Carrot was teasing his nipples now, pulling and tweaking them while he continued to lick his neck. Vimes leaned back, pressing himself against him, his face betraying the intense pleasure it gave him. Carrot’s erection was pressing against his buttocks, and he reached around, taking him into his hand. He stroked him gently, paying special attention to the parts he knew would give him the most pleasure. He heard Carrot groan and he knew there’d be no stopping him now. He wouldn’t even try to stop him…
Carrot thrust his hips against him, using Vimes’ hands now to bring himself closer to orgasm. He grabbed Vimes’ hair and pulled his head back, kissing him deeply as he drove himself fiercely into his hands. Carrot’s sudden roughness surprised Vimes, but rather than abate his desires it merely fuelled them. He allowed Carrot to use him for his own pleasure; he wanted him to use him. He knew then that he was his; knew he’d gone beyond the point of no return.
Carrot’s mouth remained locked onto his as he finally reached his orgasm. He shot hot semen over Vimes’ back and buttocks, crying out into his mouth as he came. And then he relaxed; holding Vimes close as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided.
Carrot turned Vimes around again and leaned into him, pushing him back against the wall. He held Vimes’ face in his hands and kissed him tenderly; his breath was ragged. “Gods, I love you…” he whispered.
Vimes reached for Carrot’s hands, locking their fingers together. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, Carrot pressed his arms up against the wall and leaned in for another kiss. With his passion now sated, Carrot kissed him softly, keeping his eyes open so he could gaze into those familiar grey eyes.
Suddenly, his head moved lower. He trailed his tongue down over Vimes’ body until he came to his own, unattended erection. He gently stroked Vimes back to full hardness before running his tongue up and down the silky shaft. Then he took Vimes into his mouth; grabbing his buttocks and pulling him closer, urging him to make full use of its recesses for his own pleasure.
It didn’t take Vimes long to reach his own orgasm; he thrust himself into Carrot’s mouth only a few times before the hot seed was torn from his body. He cried out and fell back against the wall, using it for support as the intense waves of pleasure washed over him. Finally, his head fell to his chest and he closed his eyes.
Carrot caught him as he slowly slid down the wall, no longer having the strength to stand.
They sat on the floor in a crumpled heap. Vimes was breathless.
Carrot reached out and stroked his cheek. “You okay?” he said, softly.
Vimes smiled and looked up at him. He nodded. When he eventually got his breath back he said, “Do you think that bath water’s still hot, Carrot? I have a feeling I may need to get back in.”
Carrot laughed and leaned back against the wall. “Do you mind if I join you?” he said.
Vimes laughed softly. “Be my guest,” he said.
*****
Vimes eventually stepped out into the cold night air. His legs were wobbling. He wasn’t looking forward to the long walk home. He patted his empty pockets. What he really needed now was a cigar, he always liked a cigar after… oh, well, he could have one when he got home.
It was as much as he could do to trudge home; the thought of falling into bed and going to sleep the only thing keeping him going…
*****
Vimes arrived back at the house and let himself in. He was still standing at the foot of the stairs when Sybil came in through the front door.
“Oh, hello, dear,” she said. “Sorry I’m late.”
Vimes smiled at her, trying not to look like a startled rabbit. “Er, that’s alright,” he said, managing to look like one anyway.
Sybil took off her coat and hung it up. “I really should have left the meeting a bit earlier,” she said. “I would have too if I’d known you were home already.” She smiled at him. “I hope you’ll forgive me?” she said, kissing his cheek.
“Yes, of course,” said Vimes.
Sybil sniffed. “You smell nice, dear,” she said. “Have you had a bath?”
“Er… yes.”
“I haven’t smelled that before,” she said. “Is it new?”
“Er, yes, do you like it?”
Sybil leaned closer. “Yes,” she said. “It’s very… masculine.” She suddenly gave him the most suggestive smile he’d ever seen.
Vimes stared at the wall. He knew what was coming next.
“Sam…” she said, stroking him under the chin. “I don’t suppose you fancy an early night?”
Vimes smiled, weakly. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said.
*****
The End.
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