Title: Don’t Hit Send Until You Check the ‘To:’ Box
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Speed’s worst nightmare….
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To: Speedles
From: H
Subject: You wore those tight black jeans!
How do you expect me to fill out paperwork when you’re wearing those jeans? They hug your ass so nicely, makes me want to cup that tight little butt and just squeeze. I swear you’re teasing me, Speed. Bending over that microscope wiggling that jean clad ass. One day I’m going to stalk down to the Trace Lab and bend you over the workstation, rip down your jeans exposing that firm ass for all to see. Then I’m going to lick you open… I know how much you love getting rimmed; your hole quivering for my tongue, wanting and needing. And once I get you opened, cool and slicked I’m going to slam my hard aching cock into you, and pound into you until you’re scream my name through the Lab.
Are you hard and aching now? Can you feel the cold work bench under you, my wet tongue licking you..? Are you shaking Speed? Wanting my mouth? My hard cock slamming into you?
I told you I’m not responsible for my actions when you wear those jeans.
Tonight, your ass is mine!
H.
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To: Timmy
From: Mom
Subject: FW: You wore those tight black jeans!
Timmy,
I don’t think this was intended for our eyes. Though I have to admit it’s good to know that your partner loves you dearly and is obviously very attracted to you. Horatio is a good man for you, I like him. You need to bring him home this Christmas.
By the way your brother has some questions for you so call him.
Love,
Mom
PS – Your father wants to know what ‘Rimming’ is.
***
Timothy Speedle stared at the email in shock. There was no way in hell his lover had sent a sex email to his MOTHER! He re-read it a few dozen times then promptly groaned and slammed his head onto the nearest desk.
Repeatedly.
“I’m going to kill him…”
“Kill who?” Eric asked walking into the Trace Lab. He glanced over Speed’s shoulder. “Oh God… that’s just… Oh God!”
“Yeah.” Timothy looked over at him. “I’m not sure if I should move to a far distant planet or drag Horatio to Syracuse just to watch him squirm when my dad asks about Rimming.”
Eric shook his head and pushed Speed away from the computer. He started to reply before Tim could stop him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded in a low growl.
“Going to forward this to Horatio and detail out a good rim job since you gave me one last night…” Eric smirked over at him. “Then we can wait for the scream from his office when he realizes where the email went first.”
“You’re evil…” Tim smirked. “I’m such a bad influence on you.”
Delko grinned wickedly. “Though Horatio has a point. When you wear those jeans,” he looked pointedly at the tight black jeans that molded to his lovers shapely legs and thighs. “Makes me want to bend you over your bike and fuck you in front of everyone, just to make sure they know you’re taken.”
“Oh come on, it’s not like anyone really…” Tim picked up his pen then turned to see Calleigh staring at his ass through the glass walls. “She doesn’t count; she’s a pervert much like you and Horatio.”
“I love her so much.” Eric grinned and waved at Calleigh.
She blew him a kiss and went on her way.
Speed shook his head and started back to work on the case, ignoring Eric’s evil snickering as he typed away on the email.
To: Speedles
From: Timothy
Subject: Re: Fwd: You wore those tight black jeans!
Rimming: Oral stimulation of the anus using mouth and/or tongue, as a prelude to anally penetrative sexual contact. Form of foreplay. May often be referred to as anilingus.
Or to put in a terms you can understand. It’s where lay you out on our bed, spread your legs open wide until your hole is fully stretched and waiting for my tongue. Then I lean forward and lick across it, over your balls, then swallow you down whole. But not to get distracted by that hard cock pulsing in my mouth, I release my treat with a swipe of my tongue across the head, tasting your leaking cum. As you whimper in need I move my head between your legs and lick across the opening, before dipping my tongue into the tight hole, licking and sucking until you open up and let my tongue dive further in, searching for that sweet spot. I can hear you moaning and whimpering wanting more… yes, wanting more. And while I have you quivering with need, Speed takes your aching, leaking cock into his mouth swallowing you down as you scream your release.
Once our lover sucks everything from you he’ll take my mouth into a deep kiss sharing your cum, so we both can savor your essence. You’ll lay there legs spread wide waiting for one of us to ride you hard, but which one of us will it be?
You’ll have to wait until tonight to find out.
Are you hard H?
Shaking with need?
Or did you come in that fancy suit of yours just thinking about it?
Until tonight
Eric
***
“Oh Fuck NO!!” Eric clicked on the inbox, and then hit the keys while screaming at the helpless computer. “NO!!”
“Eric?” Timothy looked up in shock when he heard his lover scream at the monitor. “Do I want to know?”
The younger man looked up from the computer with his best puppy eyes. “I might have forgotten to change the address.”
“Might have?” Tim’s voice was eerily calm.
“Okay I did. I just sent a detailed description of Rimming and what we plan to do to Horatio when we get home tonight…to your mother.”
“I’m giving you a five minute head start.”
Eric gaped at him.
Speed growled, “Hell forget that, you got five seconds.”
Eric ran for his life.
Speed picked up his ringing phone. “Speedle.”
‘Care to explain why I have Eric hiding under my desk, and not giving me a blow job?’ Horatio asked curiously.
Timothy heard his email notification bleep at him. “Tell him he’s only got a few minutes to live, basically depending on how fast I get up those stairs.” He hung up the phone and stared at his inbox. ‘Suck it up Speedle you’ve dealt with worse,’ he thought dryly.
To: Timmy
From: Mom
Subject: Re: FW: You wore those tight black jeans!
You know I we love you Timmy, and support all that you do. But knowing about gay sex is one thing; compared to have it described so um…clearly.
Though I can see that wasn’t you, but your other lover, Eric.
Yes we know.
Clorinda and I chat all the time. Such a sweet lady. I forwarded this on to her, figured she would find the humor in it.
Breathe, honey. It’s not the end of the world. Though I think your father is a little traumatized by the graphics.
Now that the ‘BIG’ secret is out, your father and I will be coming down to see you and your lovers. We can have a BBQ with the Delko’s, and that nice young lady Calleigh.
You’re not sleeping with her too are you?
Just checking because I know you said you didn’t like girls at all.
Now take good care of Horatio.
I’ll call tomorrow sometime to discuss arrangements for us coming down.
Love
Mom
PS – Clorinda says to tell her son to stop hiding and take it like a man! And from the descriptive words in Eric’s email he seems to take it that way on a regular basis.
***
To: Speedles
From: Timothy
Subject: Re: FW: You wore those tight black jeans!
I’m not sure if I should laugh or cry.
My lovers are insane, but I do love them. They are good for me, but at the moment I’m going to kill them.
Both.
Actually I’m going to make Eric call his mom first. *evil laughter*
And please God tell me you aren’t talking with Alexx?
Wait, stupid question, of course you are.
Sit dad in front of the playboy channel he’ll be fine.
Love your son
Tim
Ewee!! Mom I’m not sleeping with Calleigh! Don’t give her ideas!
***
To: Timmy
From: Mom
Subject: Re: FW: You wore those tight black jeans!
No killing your lovers.
Of course we talk to Alexx, daily.
Someone has got to keep an eye on you.
Don’t encourage your father!
Now shoo go play nice with Horatio and Eric
By the way I saw this website: www.kinkandu.com – it looked interesting so you should check it out. There are some gifts we can buy you boys for Christmas.
Love
Mom
***
“I’m so not telling my mother I have that bookmarked already,” Tim muttered as he shut down the computer. “Now I have to deal with Dumb and Dumber.”
He headed out of the Lab, and passed a smirking Calleigh and a grinning Alexx. He just rolled his eyes as he walked up the stairs and into Horatio’s office.
He closed the door locked it, and then closed the blinds. Horatio just sat back in his chair and watched him.
“Care to explain?” he asked.
“Is he still hiding?” Speed sat on the desk and looked over at the redhead.
“As far back as he can get, which considering is pretty far.” Horatio looked down at Eric who was curled up in a ball. “Are you coming out?”
“No.” Eric shook his head.
“I promise not to kill you,” Tim sighed.
“What did you do?” Horatio asked as Eric climbed out from under the desk.
“You started it!” the younger man pointed accusingly.
“What did I do?” the redhead demanded, startled by Eric’s accusation.
“The email, the one about my tight fitting jeans that get you so hot you’d like to bend me over the workstation and fuck me.” Speed looked over at his redhead. “That email… the one you sent to my mother, instead of me.”
“I did not.” Horatio scooted his chair forward, pulled up his email and saw the address. “Oh God…”
“It gets better. Moron here replied back, and forgot to change the address to you, and detailed exactly what a rim job was. He’s traumatized my father.” Speed glared at their younger lover, who was clearly trying to get back under the desk.
“Oh God…” Horatio was turning the color of his hair as he leaned back in his chair. “Why do I have the feeling that’s not half of it?”
“Come to find out, Mom and Clorinda have been talking, they know about the three of us, and now that we’ve ‘come out’ my parents are coming down and want to have a BBQ with the whole family, that’s including Calleigh and Alexx and family. Oh and she asked if we were screwing Calleigh.” Speed watched with glee as mutually horrified expressions hit both of his lovers simultaneously.
“My mom knows?” Eric asked his voice squeaking.
“And I quote, ‘Tell Eric to stop hiding and take it like a man’.” He was enjoying this way too much.
“I’m never going to be able to face my family ever again,” Eric whined. The three men looked at Eric’s phone when it chirped. “I’m not answering that.”
Horatio reached over and grabbed it. “Hello Mrs. Delko. Yes we’re doing fine this afternoon. Eric is trying to hide under my desk again…” Speed’s eyebrow went up when he saw his lover blush. “Not this time…” He handed the phone over to Eric. “Talk to your mother.”
“This isn’t fair,” Eric grumbled as grabbed the phone that was thrust in his face. “We can’t torment you with Yelina…!”
“That’s because she would want to watch. Like Calleigh.” Speed pointed out.
“Hi mom.” Eric rubbed the back of his neck. “I see…so…how long…the WHOLE TIME! No I’m not yelling. Mass…well…see you Sunday. Love ya.” He hung up the phone. “Mom wants us all to attend Mass on Sunday.” Both men stared at him. “Look I know neither of you has set foot in a church in ages, but…”
Horatio stood up and kissed Eric to shut him up. “We’ll go with you.”
Eric pulled him close and kissed him back. “I’m kinda glad this worked out the way it did, we don’t have to hide now any more.”
“Embarrassing as hell…” Tim shook his head. “But as much as I would love to stay here and dirty up H’s desk, I do have to finish my analysis.”
“Tonight,” Horatio grinned at his scruffy lover. “It’s just the three of us.”
Speed leaned over the desk and gave Horatio a quick kiss. “I plan on licking every inch of your body Lieutenant Caine.” He smirked as he and Eric made their way out of the office.
Horatio sat back down at his desk and pulled his email back up.
To: Speedles
From: H
Subject: I can’t believe it worked.
I’m still embarrassed as hell, but the plan worked.
See you in a few weeks.
H.
Horatio signed off with a wicked grin.
He had plans for tonight, and rimming was just the appetizer.