Title: I'll Call You Mine
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Carl Hickman/Louis Daniel
Fandom: Crossing Lines
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,205
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Carl Hickman or Louis Daniel, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Carl let his hands move down Louis' body; he didn't want to think about anything but what was happening between them here and now, in this bed, in this moment. The rest of the world faded away; there was only the two of them.

This was what he had wanted for longer than he could remember -- Louis in his arms, in his bed, Louis wanting him as much as he wanted Louis. This was the dream that had kept him going through his most difficult times, the dream that never faded away.

He hadn't thought that it would actually happen, but now it was. And he wasn't going to turn away from it, no matter what the outcome might be. He was going to savor this dream, immerse himself in it, and enjoy it to the fullest. He was going to live the dream for as long as he could.

But it wasn't a dream, he told himself. It was actually happening; he and Louis were about to me more intimate than they'd ever been. The dream was finally coming true; no longer a dream, but reality. A reality that he wanted to last for all of their lives.

It only took him a moment to lift Louis' shirt over his head and toss it to the floor, then do the same with his own. He reveled in the feel of the other man's bare skin beneath his questing fingertips; he had always wanted to touch Louis like this.

Louis' own hands were on him, moving down his shoulders, his arms, then down his sides to rest on his hips. He had no idea how he was going to manage to get out of his boxers gracefully, but somehow, he was going to do it.

Louis helped him by grasping the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down; Carl only had to kick them off. He did the same for Louis' boxers when the other man lifted his hips; within seconds, they were naked next to each other, no barriers between their bodies.

That knowledge made Carl's head spin; this was all moving so quickly that he almost didn't know how to react. He had wanted this for so long, but now that it was finally happening, it still felt like a dream rather than the most wonderful reality he could imagine.

"The lubricant is in the drawer of the table," Louis whispered, his dark gaze meeting Carl's. It was obvious that Louis wanted him to get on with this, and Carl wanted that just as much. His body was on fire; Louis' touch was almost enough to send him over the moon.

He had to hold himself back, he told himself as he reached for the drawer, fumbling for a moment before he pulled out a small tube of lube. It didn't take him long to pop the cap off and lubricate two fingers, then to lower his hand between Louis' spread thighs.

Louis moaned softly when one finger entered him; Carl quickly followed that with another, watching the other man's face. If Louis showed any sign of discomfort, he would slow down -- but he wasn't going to stop. Not now, not when they had both waited so long for this.

But there was no discomfort on those handsome features that he could see; there was only desire, a desire that was meant for him and only him. The look on Louis' face did strange things to Carl's body, and to his heart as well.

He could see all the desire in the world in those dark eyes, a desire that was all for him. And he was sure that his eyes reflected the same feeling back at Louis; he had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted this man. Not only for tonight, but forever.

Slowly, he let his fingers slip out of Louis; he almost held his breath as he moved closer to the other man, pushing Louis' knees up to his chest. This was always a little awkward when making love to a man, the first time that their bodies were joined.

But somehow, this didn't feel nearly as awkward as any other time he'd been with a male; this felt right, as though it was destined to be, as though he had only been waiting for it to happen, for the final piece of his life to click neatly into place.

"Please, Carl." Louis' voice was very soft, barely a whisper, but it was no less intense for its breathiness. "I need you. Now. I have been waiting for you for so long. Please, don't make me wait any longer." His grip tightened on Carl's shoulders, nails biting into his flesh.

"I won't, baby," Carl whispered, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips forward. The tight heat that enveloped him made him gasp aloud; he had expected this to be incredible, but there were no words to describe how it felt to be inside Louis.

This was even better than his dreams; he wouldn't have believed that reality could be even more amazing than all of the fantasies he'd had, but it was. Louis' body around him, Louis' soft moans in his ears; this was more than he could have ever dreamed of.

He pulled back slowly, opening his eyes and looking down at Louis; he half-expected to see some sign of pain on the other man's handsome features, but all he saw was pleasure, a pleasure that matched his own, that begged for more.

Carl was more than ready to give Louis all that he wanted. He thrust forward again, into that velvety tight heat, a moan dragged from his throat before he realized that he had made a sound. He wasn't going to be able to last long; this felt too good.

It didn't take them long to build up a rhythm with each other, Louis meeting Carl thrust for thrust, their bodies straining to reach their peak. Carl whispered Louis' name, and his voice was answered by the other man's speaking what he assumed were loving words in French.

This was how he had always dreamed it would be between them, Carl thought dazedly. No, this was far better than what he had dreamed. Nothing could compare to this; the reality was so much better than any dream or fantasy he could possibly create.

His orgasm was uncoiling within him, spiraling upwards into the stars; he knew that Louis was feeling much the same way by how his thighs tightened around Carl's waist, how his breathing was becoming more and more labored. Only a few more moments now ....

When his orgasm broke over him, there were no words; there was only Louis' name in his mind and in his heart, and the wordless cry to the heavens that was joined by Louis' soft moans. The two of them clutched at each other, locked in an embrace as they fell back to earth.

Carl rolled over onto his side so that he wouldn't collapse on top of Louis; he kept the other man in his arms, staying inside him. This paradise was too incredible for him to leave just yet; he didn't want to break any part of their intimate contact.

They lay there for what felt like a very long time as their heartbeats and breathing returned to normal; Carl finally raised a hand to stroke Louis' damp hair back from his forehead, gazing into the other man's dark eyes. "I'd say that was worth waiting so long for."

Louis nodded, a smile curving his lips. "Indeed it was," he murmured, raising a hand to stroke Carl's cheek. "The only question that remains is -- what are we going to call each other at work now? It isn't as though we should let the others know what has happened between us."

"Why shouldn't they know?" Carl countered, a frown creasing his brow. "Louis, it's not like they can't tell there's some past history between us already. And there's nothing in the rule book that says lovers can't work together. I think everybody'll understand."

"I'm sure they will." Louis' tone was light when he spoke again, but Carl was sure that there was still some underlying worry. That was Louis, always worrying about appearances and what others might think. "But I don't think it wold be good if a 'baby' slipped out now and then."

"I know exactly what I'll call you at work," Carl told him, his own smile feeling as though it would keep on growing and never stop. He was too happy to think of anything negative right now. "I don't give a damn what anybody else might think. I'll call you mine."

"Of course I'm yours," Louis murmured, his dark gaze never wavering from Carl's face. "I've always been yours, Carl. Even through all of those years that we spent apart, when I was married to Rebecca. I never stopped being yours, even though I would never admitted it then."

"And I never stopped wanting you," Carl said softly in answer to those words. He felt as though his heart was expanding, growing too large to be contained within his chest. Louis had always loved him, had always wanted to be his. Just as he had always loved Louis.

Nothing had changed between them, even though they had been parted. They had never stopped thinking about each other. And they had wasted so much time, time that they could have been together, loving each other, making each other happy.

But he wouldn't think about that now. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that they were here now, that they had found each other again. And this time, now that they had been granted a second chance, he knew that they would never let each other go.

"I don't care what you call me," Louis told him with a smile. "But I do think that we should be discreet when we are working." His dark eyes pleaded with Carl to understand; Carl couldn't help but smile and nod in agreement with him.

"Okay, then. Discretion is the word of the hour. But --" he took a deep breath before continuing -- "we can't hide this forever, Louis. And I don't think we should. We can trust the people we work with. And they know us. They'll know that something's changed between us."

"Yes, they will." Louis nodded, sighing softly. "No, I don't want to hide this forever. I would prefer not to hide it at all. But we do need to ease into letting everyone know, Carl. After all, we have to be professional when we're working. We can't put ourselves above the others."

Carl nodded reluctantly, knowing that Louis was right. No matter how they felt about each other, they still had to hold the rest of the team in as much regard as they did themselves. They couldn't put their feelings ahead of anyone else's welfare.

And they wouldn't, he promised himself. Even though he could now call Louis his, he wasn't going to turn his back on the rest of the team. He wouldn't sacrifice anyone simply because of what his lover meant to him. He would keep things on a professional level.

At least, he would do so while they were at work. When they were here at home, or alone together, it was another matter altogether. Then he would have nothing to hide, no reason to be discreet. He could let all the love that he felt for this man come out into the open.

"Things will go okay at work," he said softly, hoping that he was right. He didn't want to think about work right now, or anyone else but Louis. All he wanted to do was lie here with the man he loved in his arms for a while -- and then make love to him again.

It seemed that Louis' mind was working along those same lines; even as the thought came to Carl's mind, those slim hips moved against his, and the devilish little smile that curved Louis' lips let him know just what his lover was thinking.

He had to respond to that look, to that smile, to those hips moving against his own; there was no way he couldn't. His body wanted to take over from his mind, and he let it, rolling over so that Louis was on his back again and he was looking down at his lover.

This was all that he wanted, for the rest of his life, Carl thought as he lowed his head for another hot, sweet kiss. To be here with Louis in his arms, to call this man his, now and forever. It was all he needed to make his life more supremely happy than he'd ever thought it could be.

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