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It had all started like any other case. This time a woman and her daughter had been brutally stabbed to death. The investigations started quickly and after some time it seemed like they could rule out many of the suspects, all for various reasons, and could settle on the husband as main suspect and the husbands' brother as another suspect they had to question. It would have totally made sense that it was the husband since the family’s situation was difficult and he hated his wive and despised their daughter just as much, but when they found him murdered as well, their investigations hit a dead end. Well, sure they questioned the uncle, but he had an alibi so secure and proven, that he couldn’t have done it or even gave someone else the task of killing his brother. Also, why would he have?
After another look on the case stretched out in front of them on their whiteboard, Ben Jones noticed: “Sir, this case can’t be solved with the information we have. All the people here have either no visible reason, no time to commit the crime or a alibi we checked.” He stood up from his position on his desk chair and positioned himself on his desk so he could look at Barnaby and the board at the same time.
“Thanks for that summary.” John Barnaby seemed like he could explode from frustration at any second but kept his voice low. “You’re right, we’ve been staring at all the evidence before us for a solid two hours and can’t possibly have missed something. I hate it, but I think we need to go home, rest and look at it with new energy tomorrow.”
“Sir, you can’t… what if someone else is endangered. Since we don’t even know the reason for the killings someone else could be next on our killers list. We can’t be sure.” Yea, he knew John Barnaby came with recommendations of Tom, but that didn’t mean he was that good. Didn’t mean he had to trust his judgement like he did Toms. It was their first real case together and he would be dammed if something important managed to slip their mind and more killings wound happen.
“Then, Jones, what do you recommend? Since you always seem to know things better, what is it you would want to do before we leave? It’s eleven in the evening. We can’t start new investigations at the house or the relatives and friends. But to me it seems that that is all we can do to just move a bit further in this case.”
Ben noticed he had hit a bad spot just a few seconds too late. Now all parts of Barnaby showed how upset and angry he was about the case and Ben’s short speech and the fact that he was standing up during talking did not help it be less intimidating. Curse himself for thinking that maybe there was something he could still do today. An angry Barnaby was nothing he wanted to deal with tonight. Well, maybe better to just pull back and actually let it rest for a night.
“Sorry, Sir. I just thought it might be good to…”
“You thought it might be good? Good to do what? Stay awake until we both die from frustration just because you can’t lay something to rest for just a few hours? To overwork ourselves because you would feel guilty if something else happened? Well, plot twist, that’s what happens sometimes. Sometimes you can just stand by and watch it all happen until you finally found the last piece to the puzzle and then you can stop it all from getting even worse. But you don’t seem to get that. Hell, I don’t even get why Tom liked you that much. Didn’t take him for the person who liked weak partners.” Barnaby stood in front of him, face red and dangerously close.
If he hit him now, he could say it was a defence mechanism.
“Sir, I hardly think that’s fair. After all I just asked if we should do something else, not said we have to.” All he wanted to do was ask, make the older man think. He wanted to prove how good he was at investigating and how serious he took the job. But he couldn’t step away, couldn’t admit defeat because the new Barnaby was so wrong about him and he had to prove it was not like that. Breathing in between sentences seemed to have been a mistake since Barnaby continued his screaming the moment his own sentence ended.
“Excuses. What do you want to do next? Tell me how to do my fucking job, tell me how to live my life, tell me how to handle cases? Just think about it… why did they get me in for a position you could have filled just as well. Of course, just given the case you are actually not as good as you say and not just some pretentious bootlicker who…”
Big mistake. Ben's mind went blank the second he heard that and just pure rage filled him. In a short second he clenched his fist behind his back and before he had even thought about it, his first hit hit Barnaby’s stomach.
Surprisingly Barnaby was one to react fast and not curl in from the impact and so, before Ben could get his hand back to his side and either form an excuse or hit him again, the older man caught his arm mid air.
“You…”, Barnaby held up his hand that was still painfully gripping Ben's hand, so he also had to raise his arm, possibly to make it harder for him to free his hand and hit again. His rage-filled brain was just discussing if it might be worth swinging a punch with his weaker hand but before that thought was properly formed that one was also caught in Barnaby’s second hand. Next thing he felt was being spun about quarter of a rotation and pushed back into the closest wall, Barnaby’s left leg pushing his right one even more into the wall. Clever, now he couldn’t move properly anymore, and kicking was also no option.
Fixed in his position he stared blankly at his superior and the mixture of questions and emotions he saw in his face, surprised him even more than what the man had done to him just a few seconds earlier.
… anger and the tension that had built up in their fight
… irritation… so many questions on why all this just happened… on why they were like that… why it had to escalate
… and… lust? Not the pure, soft kind that made your heart melt but rather the kind that made you want to hide from the force that came with it but also made you want to drown in it because it was so powerful.
His mind went blank again. Now that he saw it in the other man's eyes, he also felt it in himself. It wasn’t a decision of the brain, maybe it was not even a decision but rather reflex, but as he felt Barnaby on him, far too close, his breath on him, his body radiating heat, too many spots touching, it all got too much to bare and the burning sensation in him could only be extinguished by one thing.
He jolted his body forward, ripped one of his arms from Barnaby’s grip and kissed him violently while pushing Barnaby’s head and lips on his with one hand on Barnaby’s neck. After a second of pure surprise, he felt his kiss being returned. Their lips and tongues fought for the upper hand while their bodies did the same thing. While Barnaby tried to get him back into the wall, Ben tried to swap their positions.
After some uncontrolled and not really aimed struggling, Ben managed. In one swift motion he moved his knee between his boss's legs, moving it up so he could feel his cock on it. He used Barnaby’s yelp of surprise and short moment of inattentiveness to fix both his hands on the wall above his head, just in the same position as he had been in before. His whole body pushed into the man in front of him, well knowing it sandwiched him between himself and the wall.
The moment Barnaby started grinding on his knee, his working part of the brain was completely switched off. He moved his hands to Barnaby’s hips, let go of his hands, and dropped to his knees to bury his face in the other man's crotch.
Barnaby used the chance to take the lead since his hands were free. He pulled Ben's face to the side, so he had access to his zipper, opened it and with one swift motion pushed down his pants to his knees. His dick sprung free, already hard and slightly glistening from precum and before Ben could even finish the thought of how good his superiors cock looked like that, he was pushed on it without any warning. Barnaby growled as he felt Ben’s around his length.
He gagged a bit at first because Barnaby made him swallow the entire length but when he started moving Ben's head to the tip by pulling on his hair, the reflex stopped. But only for a moment, since the moment his mouth only covered the head, he was pushed down again, and Barnaby set a brutally fast pace in which he moved Ben up and down his dick. The room was filled with Barnaby’s moaning and Bens gulping sounds as his throat got used.
“ahh… hmm… Jones… hmmm… so good….hmmm…”
As precum started hitting Ben's throat and Barnaby’s breath started hitching, and Ben thought, his superior would just come down his throat, the older man suddenly stopped his movements. He pulled Ben up by the hair and pushed him to the closest desk. Still holding Ben's hand in one hand he pushed all the papers to one side of the desk, some sliding off, and shoved Ben, stomach first, on there. It took him less than a second, not even caring to open the buttons on Bens pants, to have his sergeant's ass bare in front of him, the pants somewhere around the ankles.
Ben squealed from the sudden intrusion as Barnaby just shoved his dick in his ass without any preparation at all. It hurt a bit but the moment he hit the prostate, the feeling of pure pleasure was worth all the pain. Barnaby seemed to have noticed that as well, so he resumed the rapid speed he had while fucking Ben's mouth but now while pounding his ass. Ben got pushed into the tabletop with each thrust, his body slowly going limp from the stimulation on his prostate. Each thrust was combined with a small pull on Ben's hair that made him pull up his head and bend his neck up and back.
“Fuck… sir… yes… sir… just some more…”
“Oh… Hmm… Jones… your ass… ahhh…”
“Yes, exactly there… please… I… so goood…”
“So tight… hmmm… fuuck… ahhh…”
Just as Barnaby started going irregular in his movements and moans again, he reached around Ben’s ass to grip his dick and rub it at the same speed they were moving.
“I ned you to cum with me.” The first real thing Barnaby said since they had started and it was not a second too early or late. Barnaby buried his dick even deeper in Ben for some last and powerful thrusts while coming. The stimulation combined with Barnaby’s moaning also pushed Ben over the edge and his cum squirted in Barnaby’s hand while his body twitched uncontrollably.
After they both had climaxed, Barnaby collapsed on Ben’s back. He wraped his arms around Ben and hummed satisfied as they both came down from their high.
As Ben’s brain cleared from the after-orgasm-fog, he was a bit confused at first, on why this had just happened, why they had to relieve their stress like that, but he kinda got it. All that had happened before. Barnaby’s strong reaction earlier that evening but also all the tension and expectations that came with having to fill Tom’s spot. His own passion he had put into getting the older Barnaby’s job and then got rejected, all the anger and disappointment. It all collided in this moment, far too late at night and with no-one in office to stop them from ripping off each others heads just because it was all too much. It all made sense, but at the same time didn’t. But he wouldn’t want it to be any different, wouldn’t want it to not happen. And Barnaby also didn’t appear like he regretted it. It had just been so intense, so good, so freeing…
At that moment Barnaby moved on top of him. He slowly pulled out and moved to the next desk, pants still around his ankles, to get some tissues. First, he cleaned off his hand, even though he had smeared most of it just on Ben's shirt when he had hugged him after. Then he carefully cleaned Ben's entrance, making a worried voice when he saw some micro tears around the hole. After that he cleaned his own dick and then threw all the papers.
“You need help getting up?” he asked, looking at Ben who was still lying face down on the table.
“No, sir, it’s all right.” the moment Ben got up, he knew why bottoms limped after hard sessions… he would too.
They both got halfway decent after, but Barnaby must have seen the pained look on his face because after he had closed his pants, he came to Ben and looked at him worriedly. “I am so sorry. I was far to rough on you. I shouldn’t have done any of this.” He looked like he might either die of shame or start crying.
Since Ben wanted nothing of the above, he took Barnaby’s hands in his. “Don’t say that. I don’t regret anything. I wanted this too. Needed to get it all out of the system. Yes, you were rough, but it was great. It’s all right.”
He moved closer to Barnaby, looking at his lips as if asking if it was ok, even after all that had happened. Barnaby caught on, smiled, and connected their lips. It was nothing like before. This wasn’t hurried or rough, this was soft, reassuring and calm. They didn’t move on each other, just staying like that and enjoying the moment.
As they pulled apart to breathe, Ben as the first to have found his voice again. “I assure you again, it was all perfectly fine with me. I would have done something to get out, if I didn’t want all this.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, too. It was probably one of the best orgasms I had in like… ever.”
Barnaby laughed and Ben couldn’t do anything else than to join in.
“We don’t talk about this ever again. Understood?” Barnaby was very serious all of a sudden.
“Yes, sir”
Barnaby moved away to his desk and started packing everything. Now it was far too late, and they couldn’t do anything anymore, the inspector was right about that.
Ben did the same, but suddenly stopped in his movements. “Sir… just… I mean… just… if you ever feel like doing that again… I wouldn’t say no.”
“Jones?”
“Just saying, if you ever need to get it out of your system again, we can repeat tonight. Or switch positions… if you like, sir.”
Barnaby just smiled at him, winked at him and then left.
Ben was almost certain this wouldn’t be the only time they did something like this. This job just got much more interesting…