Title: Club Desire
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I think we all know I don't own them and the reasons why. They are owned by various executives, producers, writers and studios that have more lawyers than I want to mess with. I'm not making any money just borrowing them for a bit and promise to return them
Summary: He was surprised to see him there, even more surprised of the jealousy that was coursing though his veins as he watched him dance.
Beta: V (Lucas)
Warning: Slash – if you don't like it – don't read it
100 Challenges: 100 Fanfic – Timothy Speedle/Eric Delko
Prompt: #49 - Club
Word Count: 2111

Eric walked into the club ready for a night of fun, and hopefully someone to go home with. He stepped up to the bar ordered a beer and moved his way towards the dance floor. As the Cuban leaned up against the railing he checked out the dancers. His dark brown eyes swept over the floor searching for someone he could get cozy with.

Eric stared in shock, the beer bottle hanging loosely in his grasp. No way. It couldn’t be. He stared harder. It was.

“What the hell is Speed doing here?” Eric asked to himself.

He watched as the Trace Expert moved his body with the music. He had never seen Speed really dance, anytime they had gone out the New Yorker stayed in the background.

Eric sat the bottle down in shock. Speed was not only dancing with the music he was practically having sex with his partner, his male partner. He watched as the two moved off the dance floor towards some of the back rooms. Eric was able to get a good look at his friend. Speed was wearing tight leather pants and a see-through top. Eric’s eyes narrowed, still glued to the couple.

Speed had pushed his partner up against the wall and took his mouth passionately. He reached down and cupped the other man’s erection through his jeans. The two moved against each other hard and fast, until the other man threw his head back and gasped.

Eric had just watched his best friend brought off another guy. What was more surprising than the fact he was hard and aching. And he was jealous as hell. Damn. Now what?

~ Monday ~

“How was your weekend?” Eric asked his best friend.

“Quiet.” Speed answered not looking up from his task.

The Cuban frowned. “Did you do anything interesting?”

“Not really.” The brunette shrugged.

Eric frowned and snapped, “I saw you.”

Speed looked up at him, a confused look on his face. “Saw me what?”

“At Club Desire.” Eric crossed his arms over his chest.

“Saw me?” he tensed.

“Didn’t know you went that way,” Eric’s voice dropped.

Speed pushed back from the table. “Is that going to be an issue?”

Eric stepped back in slight shock over his friend’s reaction. “No... I mean…”

“Obviously it is,” Speed’s voice was hard and cold. “Or you wouldn’t have brought it up.”

“No man, it’s not… it just surprised me.” Eric ran a hand through his hair. “Look… what you do…”

Speed gave him a cold look, “Drop it, and get out of my lab.”

Eric sighed and walked out of the Trace Lab. ‘Good going Eric.’

~ A Few Days Later ~

“Is there a reason why you and Speed aren’t talking?” Calleigh asked. She had been concerned that over the past few days the two best friends had barely spoke.

“I opened my mouth and inserted my foot.” Eric sipped his coffee. “I really screwed up.”

“What the hell did you say to have Speed all riled up like that?” Calleigh questioned. “He’s pretty docile…”

”I saw him at Club Desire and might have ah…said something that might have seemed…” Calleigh smacked him on the back of the head. “Ow!”

“Idiot,” the blonde rolled her eyes. “Have you apologized?”

“I tried.” The Cuban moved away from the irate blonde.

“Try harder,” Calleigh eyed him. “Does the fact he’s gay upset you?”

“NO!” Eric glared at her. “He’s my best friend…”

”Then why the acting all weird?” she asked.

He looked away.

“Oh…” The ballistics expert sat back with a small smirk on her face. “This just got interesting.”

~ Saturday Night ~

Eric went back to the club, hoping that Calleigh’s plan would work. It was hair schemed at best, something out of a bad sitcom. He sat at the bar for a while, downed a few tequila shots to get liquid courage about him.

The bartender shook his head and shooed him away. “That’s enough.”

Eric grinned and moved towards the dance floor. He spotted Speed in the middle just dancing on his own; he didn’t look as if he had picked a partner yet. Eric slid down to the floor and let the music surround him. He moved his body with the music losing himself into the beat and rhythm.

It was now or never. Eric moved in behind Speed and pulled the smaller man to him, mimicking his movements their bodies grinding together in time with the music. He felt Speed stiffen and then arch into his body, moving with Eric’s pace.

Eric was lost in haze of music, pleasure, and dance. The feel of Speed’s body against him set shock waves through his system. He didn’t want it to end. But he knew the moment Speed realized who it was; he would have a short time to explain himself.

Speed turned around and stared in shock at Eric. He moved away but the younger man caught him and pulled him close. Speed was stiff in his arms, his eyes questioningly searching Eric’s face. The Cuban’s leg shifted and slipped between the older man’s legs. Speed moaned at the sensation moving closer to Eric as he dipped and rubbed against the strong thigh.

The two set a sensual rhythm and were soon lost in the feel of each other. As the music shifted to a slower rhythm, Speed grabbed Eric’s hand and pulled him towards the back of the club. The Cuban followed, intent to see where this would go. Wanting just to feel, touch, taste.

Speed pushed him into a private room. He closed the door and stared at his best friend. Eric swallowed suddenly nervous. Out on the dance floor was one thing, alone in a back quiet room was another? He knew he wanted Speed, but didn’t know how or what to do.

The New Yorker stalked Eric, pushing him back towards the bed. “Do you want this?”

Eric nodded, “Yes.”

“Why?” Speed asked, still not touching him.

”I don’t know?” He answered honestly.

Speed pulled Eric to him, taking his mouth into a deep passionate kiss. Eric moaned into the kiss, enjoying the control Speed held. “If we go through with this happens I won’t let you go.”

“Don’t want you to.” Eric whispered.

Speed eyes went black with lust, “Strip.”

Eric stepped back and swallowed. He began to slowly unbutton his shirt, sway his body to the soft tempo filtering through the walls. He watched as Speed’s breathing picked up, his eyes dilating as he watched the sexy show. The silk shirt slid down his arms on to the floor. Eric smiled as he turned around and bent over to undo his boots. He heard the gasp before he was pushed on to the bed. He rolled over and looked up at a barely in control Speed.

Eric felt some fear but mostly desire. He had never been this hard. He ached with need. All he wanted was for Speed to take him. Speed reached down and pulled off the younger man’s boots and socks. His hands slipped up the tight jeans caressing shaking thighs.

Speed unbuttoned each one slowly and deliberately. He slid his hand inside, caressing the hot hard member. Eric moaned and thrust into the hand. Speed pulled back.

”Eric...”

The Cuban swallowed and looked up. “Yes.”

“I need you to be sure.” Speed worked to get control of his body.

“I want this. I want you.” Eric sat up, his hands moving down Speed’s silk covered chest. “I need you.”

Speed moaned at the soft caress. He quickly stripped out of his shirt and stepped back, removing out of the rest of his clothes before standing in front of Eric in all his glory. The younger man reached out running a finger up and down the hard cock. The brunette swallowed at the soft thcouh willing his body to calm. Eric leaned forward and licked off the pre-cum.

Speed stepped back. “Eric...” He chocked. “Do that and this will be over entirely too fast.”

Eric grinned. “You’re that far gone?”

“I want to bury myself in you.” Speed breathed.

Eric bit his lips and laid back, his legs spread. Speed groaned at the sight and grabbed the base of his cock, fighting not to blow his load right then. Once he had his body under control, he stripped Delko out of his jeans and grinned.

“Commando?” Speed brushed his fingers over the hard cock standing proudly in front of him.

“Quicker access,” Eric breathed arching into the touch.

Speed leaned over and took the purple head into his mouth sucking on it gently; his tongue swirled around, before he relaxed his throat and swallowed down the younger man to the hilt. His nose buried in the dark hairs inhaling Eric’s sent.

Eric moaned and thrust into the warm cavern seeking release. Speed’s hands held him down as he kept working him over. Eric thrashed as he was lost in pleasure, speaking in a mixture of Russian, Spanish and English.

Speed pulled back and sucked on the head, his hands rolled the Cuban’s balls, his finger barely pushing against his opening. Eric shouted and came hard. Speed swallowed every last drop.

He kissed his way up the Cuban’s chest then took his lips into a deep kiss. Eric opened up and tasted himself on Speed’s tongue, still boneless from his orgasm.

Eric eyes popped open as a cold slick finger brushed over his opening. He breathed and tried to relax. Speed just slid his finger over the opening giving Eric time to calm down. Eric closed his eyes and slowly relaxed letting the other man slip a finger inside.

The New Yorker held still letting the younger man get used to the new stretchy feeling before he slowly began to move out and back in, then bent at his knuckle and found that one spot. Eric jerked his hips and screamed loudly.

”Do that again.” Eric demanded.

Speed this time slipped two fingers in, stretching his new lover just a bit more. Each time he slid deeper inside and brushed over his prostate. He worked Eric over a while before taking the head of the Cubans awakened cock into his mouth. As he distracted him, Speed slid in a third finger.

Eric was lost in pleasure. The fingers Speed worked him stretched but felt good, he was torn between thrusting into Speed’s mouth or onto his fingers.

“Speed…please…” Eric moaned.

Speed sat back, grabbed a condom and lubed up. “I need you on your hands and knees it will be easier for you.”

Eric moved into position, Speed lined up and slowly eased into him. Eric moaned, the stretch burned, but at the same time it felt so incredibly good. Speed held him tight preventing him from moving or thrusting back. It seemed like eternity before the older man was buried deep inside him. The two panted adjusting to the feel. Eric felt whole, complete.

Speed reigned in his control, the tightness surrounding him feeling like heaven. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in moaning in pleasure. His thrust began to get faster and deeper, striking that one spot each time. Eric began to meet each thrusts pulling Speed deeper inside his body.

Speed reached around Eric’s body and stroked the hard cock. His thumb caressed over the head and he thrust in, brushing over his prostate. Eric cried out and came, his muscles contracting around Speed. The older man moaned and thrust deep inside coming hard, Eric’s name on his lips.

The two collapsed onto the bed, panting. Speed got up and disposed of the condom and got a cloth to clean them up. He curled back around Eric holding him close. Eric smiled at him caressing the scruffy face. “Now what?”

“We rest,” Speed kissed him softly. “Then you take me.”

Eric rested his head on Speed’s shoulder and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

~ The End ~