Title: Some Like It Hot
Author: Jedi Princess Clarrisani
Beta: N/A
Pairing(s): Tony/Jim, Jim/Sofia, referenced Jim/Sofia/Heather, Tony/David H Summary: Tony Vartann thought his life was complicated - Jim Brass didn't think it was complicated enough.
Disclaimer: I do not own - you'd know about it if I did.
Note: Inspired by a comment made by pabzi while we were planning our characters for csi_labs. pabzi said she couldn't see Jim and Tony having sex; I said I could. XP

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Tony Vartann had come to expect the unexpected in regards to the people of the Las Vegas Crime Lab and Police Department. Since joining the PD in 2003, he had come to know his colleagues well enough to know that he didn't know much about them at all. They were forever pulling out new surprises about themselves, and it had gotten to the point that Tony just wasn't surprised anymore.

Well, mostly, anyway.

Discovering his boss was a serial blackmailer hadn't surprised him, considering the evil glint to Jim's eyes. That David Hodges was prone to sleep with anyone he desired wasn't either, hence why Tony hadn't been that shocked when he'd woken up and found David in his bed. Not that he'd minded. He hadn't been surprised to learn that Bobby was terrifying when mad, or that Gil would become completely and utterly obsessed with his baby to the point that it was scary... no surprises there, either.

Being thrown and pinned against the wall of Jim's house... that had been a surprise. Not unwelcome though. Tony eagerly returned the kiss, managing to free one hand and hook it behind Jim's neck, pulling him closer. It wasn't the first time Tony had kissed Jim - last year, before Jim had been shot, the two of them had been for lack of better terms "fuck buddies". Things had been said, actions had taken place, and they had called it quits. And over recent times Jim had been seeing Sofia. As far as Tony had seen, Jim had been completely faithful too.

Jim stepped back from the wall, catching hold of Tony's shirt and tugging hard, causing the younger man to stumble in the direction of the couch. He fell against it, moving to straighten only to have hands snake around from behind him, undoing his belt.

"Dammit, Jim." Tony let out a long breath, leaning against the older man and helping to unclasp his belt, pulling it free before making short work of the button and fly. The mere feel of Jim Brass at his back was enough to arouse him.

Tony had always prided himself on being able to avoid emotional attachment to his various partners over the years. With a job like his he knew that relationships were almost suicide, very few working out. Most often they ended in divorce after long stints of fighting about the hours, the dangers and the responsibilities at home. He'd rather focus on his job without the worry of leaving someone behind.

But, somehow, he'd been connected to Jim. There was just something about him that made Tony want to spend as much time as he could around him. It had started off as just being about the sex. Jim was a known player amongst the inner circle, and an equal opportunities one at that. Tony had been attracted to him from day one, although many of the others couldn't see what he was on about. So after one drunken night at the bar, he and Jim had ended up in the back seat of Jim's Taurus.

It had gone on several months. They both agreed that there was no commitment - Tony didn't like that responsibility, and Jim had been hurt in the past. Stress relief was really all it was. At random times they would call and/or meet just for sex. But somehow it had slowly became something more, and just when Tony thought he could get used to it, Jim had pulled the plug and brought an end to what they had for good.

In his mind, Tony knew Jim had been scared. And honestly, Tony missed the sex. If only people knew how good Jim could be...

By now Tony's pants and boxers were around his ankles, and he allowed himself to be bent over the arm of the couch. His breaths were already coming in hard pants as he heard Jim fumble around for something, and moments later he felt a finger brush against his opening. No... that wasn't a finger...

"Oh god." Tony arched back as Jim's tongue laved over his opening, probing the pucker before slipping through, thrusting in and out. Tony flayed for the back of the couch, grasping it and whimpering. A hand trailed along the sensitive flesh of Tony's balls, causing him to shudder violently. He had died and gone to heaven, that was it. He hadn't had it so good for so long...

He moaned as Jim leaned back, withdrawing only to replace his tongue with two slick fingers, kissing his way up Tony's back. Tony hissed between his teeth as Jim nipped at one cheek, then kissed it better. Two fingers became three as they continued the thrusting motion started by Jim's tongue, Tony rocking back against them as he felt precum leak down his erection. He couldn't remember when he had last been so hard...

Abruptly those fingers twisted, white light flashing over Tony's sight as he cried out, the pleasure sweeping like a fire through his body, causing him to slump forward. Jim certainly hadn't lost his touch despite the fact he'd only been with a woman these last few months, that was for sure.

Tony was shaking violently with pent up lust as Jim drew his fingers out, Tony listening to the telltale sounds of Jim preparing himself. Tony's warning came in the form of hands gripping his hips hard before he was impaled, Tony gasping out Jim's name as the elder man pushed inside, burying himself deep. Tony rocked back against him, trying to force the issue and hearing the soft rumble of Jim's chuckle.

Jim didn't make him wait, withdrawing before thrusting forward again, setting the rhythm and leading the dance, Tony scrabbling for a good grasp on the couch so he could control his own movements and force himself back, wanting Jim in as far as he could go. Tony squeezed his eyes closed as every so often Jim would thrust shallow, swiveling his hips and pressing in hard against Tony's prostate, sending another incinerating wave of heat and light through him.

If there was one thing Tony had always hated about his times with Jim, it was the fact that he would came so easily. With a chocked cry he came, arching back against Jim as the other pressed into him hard, stroking the prostate hard and intensifying Tony's orgasm. As the lights faded Tony felt the strength rush from his body and he slumped, two arms around his waist catching him.

He felt Jim withdraw, Tony moaning at the loss as Jim moved to lay him on the couch. Tony kicked off his shoes and pants, draping himself over the length of the couch. He reached up, grabbing Jim by the collar and dragging him down into a hard kiss that Jim was all too happy to return. Tony hooked one leg around Jim's waist, drawing him between his legs and lifting his hips in silent invitation.

Jim didn't break the kiss as he pushed himself back inside the willing body, Tony sliding his hands up under Jim's shirt and digging his nails into the damp skin. He heard Jim swear softly as the other panted his feet on the edge of the couch for leverage and beginning to thrust up into Tony forcefully.

It wasn't long before Tony was hard again, and slipping one hand around his own erection he stroked it roughly in time with each of Jim's thrusts. Jim growled at the back of his throat, his movements becoming jerky, cluing Tony into the fact that Jim was about to come. He stroked himself quicker, trying to time himself to come with the elder man, and sure enough, as Jim groaned loudly, head on Tony's shoulder, Tony came for the second time that day.

Past experience had taught Tony that by the second orgasm it took him a while to recover, and when he did he looked up to find Jim standing over him, fastening his belt.

Jim smirk, looking down at where Tony was still sprawled half naked and boneless on the couch. "Nice to know I still have it."

"Doubt you'll ever lose it, Jim." Tony pushed himself up, ignoring the violent trembles of exertion as he let out a shaky breath. "So... where's Sofia?"

Jim smirked. "Around."

"I thought you'd never cheat on her."

"Didn't." Jim sat on the edge of a cushion, next to Tony's hip. "This was her idea, actually."

Tony blinked. "How is it her idea?"

"Simple, really. She got tired of two women on one guy, and wanted two guys on one woman." Jim's gaze flickered up as he smirked. "Or, as it is, two guys with one woman watching."

Tony frowned, following Jim's gaze and feeling shock and surprise race through him for the second time that day. He snapped up a cushion, dropping it in his lap as he watched her.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, Tony. I've seen it all before." Sofia smiled as she stepped across the room, sliding a hand up behind Jim's neck and leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips. Without letting go of, she turned to look down at Tony. "As Jim said, I was tired of threesomes with him and Lady Heather, so when I asked him about his past relationships and he told me about you, I suggested this."

"Sofia likes to watch," Jim added.

"I see." Tony shifted, eyes drifting toward where he had last seen his pants. "So you wanted to see me and Jim..."

"I did, yes." Sofia smiled. "Jim's always boasting about how good he is with guys, so I told him to prove it."

Tony looked at Jim and saw the other nod his confirmation. "And did he? Prove it?"

"That's something you'd have to answer." Sofia slid into Jim's lap, all the while keeping one hand behind his neck. She reached out toward Tony with the other, gently caressing his cheek and brushing away the drying sweat. "I'd be more than happy to let this be a regular occurrence, you two doing it while I watch."

"Sofia has a fetish for gay porn," Jim explained. "I want her hot in a hurry, all I have to do is turn on Queer as Folk."

"I didn't really need to know that, Jim." Tony sighed, brushing his hair back into place and setting his jaw. "I'll need to think about this."

"Take all the time you need," Jim answered, shifting to reach down and pick up Tony's pants, handing them to him. "You know where to find us once you have made you decision."

"Yes, I do." Tony nodded, gently untwisting his underwear from his pant legs. And things just kept getting more complicated...

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