Title: I Always Get My Man
Author: Frala
Email: frala@hotmail.com
Rating: NC 17 Slash
Content: sex, swearing, role play (kinda)
Summary: Lance fulfills a fantasy for Mike, sequel to Stop In The Name Of The Law
Notes: Thanks to Reese for giving me the idea for a sequel.
Author's Website: Perchance To Dream

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"Come on, Lance." Mike Sanders' voice was an octave higher as he lay in their shared bed. He'd traveled home with Lance for their days off with the promise of some sort of surprise. They'd been together for months now and spent their free time either at Mike's apartment in Atlanta or Lance's in Calgary. They'd even spent a few weekends at Mike's parents in Smyrna.

"Lance...." Mike rolled to the bottom of the bed leaning out as far as he could to see if he could see what exactly Lance was doing in the bathroom. All he saw was the door close and heard muffled laughter.

"Get the fuck out here, Lance," he roared then grinned as the door opened just a crack and Lance's short brown hair was all that appeared around the corner, then his face, solemn bluish green eyes that began crinkling around the edges as he spied the pouting expression on his lover's face.

"I'll just be a few more minutes, baby," Lance grinned, then closed the door firmly shut behind him again.

His muffled laughter met Mike's outraged sigh.

"All right, have it your way, babe." Mike flopped back on the bed then sat up a wicked expression on his face as he knelt up. "I'm taking off my clothes now..." He peeled his shirt, pants and boxers off, then lay back in bed. "I'm naked Lance."

"Good," Lance called through the door. "That's just how I want you."

"Ohhh... for fuck sake... LANCE." Mike slammed his fists against the mattress.

"Touch yourself for me, Mikey," Lance called again.

"What?" Mike rolled over looking at the closed door.

"Work that beautiful cock and have it all hard and ready for me." Lance's voice carried easily through the door.

Those words alone were enough to cause his shaft to spring to life; a few short strokes and Mike was fully erect.

"You're such a fucking bastard," Mike grumbled then smiled when Lance laughed.

"That's why you love me, baby..." Lance laughed.

"Sure it is." Mike laughed louder. They were comfortable enough with those words now that they could joke about them.

"You ready for me?" Lance opened the door but stayed hidden behind it.

"Y... yes..." Mike arched into his touch as he drew his loosely clenched fist up and down his hard cock.

"Good... here's your surprise baby." Lance swung the door open and walked to the foot of the bed, placing his feet wide apart and his hands behind his back as he stood-ramrod straight his steely eyes fixed firmly on Mike. "You like?"

Mike nodded mutely a slow sexy grin spreading his face as his eyes traveled his lover's body.

Starting at the knee-high black leather boots that ended in tight black pants with a yellow stripe up the side that bulged out at the hips kind of similar to English riding pants. The red serge jacket hung to mid thigh and was adorned with epaulets on his shoulders and small medals on the collar. Lance's expression was hidden from Mike by the wide brimmed tan hat.

Mike was touched that Lance remembered his request to dress up at some point as a Mountie. "You did this for me?"

Lance smiled and stepped closer. "Of course... I did babe." His knees bumped against the footboard. "Did you think I'd forget?"

Mike smiled, still stroking his cock, rubbing the thumb over the tip, collecting the drops of pre cum that clung there making his hand slick with his juices. "Hell, it was so long ago I almost forgot."

"Ahhh so now I took too long for your liking, Mr. Mike?" Lance grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Well if you're complaining...." He began to unbutton the heavy read jacket.

"Don't even fucking think about it baby." Mike knelt up again, grasping the younger man by the shoulders and pulling him on to the bed, happy that the hat stayed firmly in place on his head as he landed against Mike's chest.

Their lips met in a long sweet kiss, the rough fabric of Lance's uniform only serving to inflame him more as the kiss deepened. Even through the layers of heavy material Lance's arousal was as evident as Mike's was.

"You keep that on while you fuck me baby." Mike pulled back, his voice low and husky.

Lance blinked. "All of it?"

Mike nodded, his blue eyes almost navy with desire, his voice thick. "All of it."

Unzipping his black pants, Lance reached with his other hand to grasp the small tube on the nightstand, coating his cock with the cool gel, then bending to lap at the head of Mike's cock, loving the taste of the pearly drops already leaking from the head.

"Ohh God yes..." Mike's voice was a low purr.

Lance groaned, his cock growing even harder as Mike continued speaking; his voice never failed to turn him on. Under the right circumstances he was positive that Mike reading to him could get him off.

Slowly working two long fingers inside him, Lance thrust them lightly, watching Mike's face for any sign of discomfort. Finding none he began thrusting harder, taking more and more of the shaft into his mouth.

"Aww damn Lance... need you in me..." Mike's fingers caught in the younger man's collar pulling him up, their lips meeting in a hard demanding kiss. "Now." He rolled over onto his stomach rising up onto his knees.

Lance slid a finger down the cleft of Mike's ass, parting his cheeks slightly, guiding the head of his cock to the puckered entrance, pressing against the resisting muscles then finally slipping inside, sucking in his breath at the tight heat.

Pressing his lips to the back of Mike's neck Lance began thrusting, both of them groaning at the delicious friction.

Already inflamed with pleasure Mike pressed back, the rough material gliding against his ass eliciting more lusty moans from him. "Uhh Lance... harder..." They slammed together with an urgency belying the fact that they had just had sex a few hours ago.

"Damn Mikey... so sexy baby." Lance nipped the smooth skin at the top of his spine; a thrill sizzled up his own spine as Mike nearly whimpered with need. It was a heady felling to know someone wanted you this much; of course he wanted Mike just as much and that made it all the more exciting for them.

"Want to see you..." Mike managed to choke out, looking over his shoulder, knowing he wouldn't be fucked as hard as this was but needing to look up and see Lance all dressed up for him.

Lance obliged, pulling out and turning Mike over, slamming his cock back inside as their lips met in a scorching kiss, their tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths in the same rhythm as their hips pumped.

His legs wrapped around Lance's waist, heels digging into his ass urging him on, Mike lifted his hips, his hands tightly grasping the heavy material of the jacket, keeping Lance pressed close to him. His nipples were taut and getting rubbed nearly raw by the coarse red jacket.

The friction of the rough material on his cock was bringing him closer and closer to orgasm; Lance's cock stabbing against his prostate brought him over. "Mmmm... yes.... ohhh God yes Lance...." He nearly sobbed as his cock jerked against Lance's body, the thick bursts covering both the younger man's pants and coat.

Lance followed him moments later, their lips pressed together tightly suppressing moans as he emptied himself in Mike, falling forward against his chest as they tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.

"Thank you baby," Mike whispered, stroking Lance's silky short hair, pressing a light kiss to the top of his head.

Lance looked up pressing his lips to Mike's. "Love you."

Mike grinned. "I love you too." He rolled them over so that they were side by side. "You didn't need to bring that back to anyone did you?" He looked at the sticky mess of his cum clinging to the pants and coat as well as the light drizzle of Lance's own cum from his flaccid shaft peeking out from the zipper.

Lance looked down. "No I bought it... thank God..." He laughed imagining having to return the soiled uniform.

"Ohh so we can use it again?" Mike began unbuttoning the coat, pulling the big, gold buttons through the holes.

"Yeah... and again... and again. As much as you want to." Lance smiled, lifting his hips as Mike slipped the pants down his hips. "You're gonna need to get the boots Mikey."

"Ohh yeah." Mike slipped the boots from his feet and leapt on top of him. "Now all I need is my damsel in distress outfit and we can have some real fun," he joked.

Lance sat up a wicked smile on his lips. "Actually... no I'm kidding."

"Thank God." Mike sighed dramatically.

They kissed again through their laughter.

THE END