The Wire-TV series- Title:The Detail- Jimmy Mcnulty/Stringer Bell,Pt.2

[michele659.livejournal.com]

Title: The Detail –Part 2/2

Fandom: The Wire

Pairing: Jimmy McNulty/ Stringer Bell

Genre: AU/Drama /Sexual Relationship

Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex scene and very bad language J

Summary: The Barksdale Detail becomes personal when Jimmy becomes obsessed with Stringer. In this part Stringer turns the tables on McNulty and shows up at his house unexpectedly.

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to “The Wire” and I’m not making any money from this.

Prompt 1: Joker prompt- bedroom

Link to Part 1:
http://community.livejournal.com/rareslash/352911.html#cutid1

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He stopped to buy a bottle of Jameson’s and had just started to drink it as he pulled into his driveway.

He didn’t see Stringer until he was almost at the door.

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“Holy shit, Stringer? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I came to see you- Detective.”

“How did you know where I lived?”

“You’re not the only one who has resources, McNulty. You never did answer my question about where you lived.”

“So you‘re here because you want to see where I live?” Jimmy asked sarcastically.

“It’s as good a reason as any,” he said. “Isn’t it?”

Jimmy shook his head. “No, it isn’t. And it’s late, and I’ve had a shitty day, so if that’s all I’ll go inside and finish this,” Jimmy held up the bottle of Jameson’s.

“Whoa-drinking and driving Detective?” Stringer’s voice had a teasing tone to it.

“I just opened up the bottle and took a sip as I pulled into the driveway.” Jimmy sighed. “Why am I even explaining myself to you?”

“I don’t know, Detective. Why are you?” Stringer’s voice got softer as he said this.

“Go home, Stringer. I’m not in the mood to play cat and mouse games with you tonight.”

“What’s got you so upset?” Stringer asked, smiling as though he knew the answer.

“It’s not you, so get that smirk off your face,” Jimmy said in a pissed off tone. He moved to the front door where Stringer was still standing and sighed again. “Move, please.”

To Jimmy’s annoyance he didn’t budge. “I’m not in the mood for this shit, Stringer. I’m seriously pissed off tonight. Now, move out of the way or I’ll arrest you!  I just want to get in bed and drink!”

Stringer looked at Jimmy through hooded eyelids. “Really? Is that an invitation, Detective?”

Jimmy brushed past Stringer, trying very hard not to notice the heat he felt between them as he did so. He hurriedly fumbled for his keys and opened the lock.

Instantly, he felt Stringer’s warm breath in his ear, and he whispered.”You hurt my feelings Detective. I thought you wanted to be friends.”

As he spoke, Stringer slipped his hands under Jimmy’s leather jacket and pulled him close.

“I think you should let go now, Stringer,” Jimmy managed to say, even though it took everything he had not to lean back against Stringer’s chest and just let him hold him. Jimmy turned but Stringer didn’t let go of him.

“When did I say I wanted to be friends with you?” Jimmy demanded.

Stringer smiled, a slow, predatory smile that Jimmy could feel himself responding to.

 He was so fucked.

“You said you were looking for me ‘around the way’. You were looking for me, following me.”

“That’s part of my job, Stringer-“

“You said you had ‘such hopes for us’. What hopes would those be? I had a feeling it wasn’t just to send me to jail. So I’m guessing you wanted something else from me.” His face was inches away from Jimmy’s and he moved his hands up McNulty’s back. It was a light touch, almost just a feather touch.

It made Jimmy want to kiss the smug smile off his face and throw him on the floor of the hallway and fuck him.

Instead, he pushed Stringer away and sighed. “I didn’t mean I wanted us to be friends and you know it. Now, please just go?”

He turned to leave again, not waiting for an answer.

As he opened the door to walk in Stringer pushed it open and pushed his way in behind him.

“What the fuck, Stringer? You planning on beating me up or do you think you can get away with killing a police officer? If you do, think again. This won’t be like killing some unfortunate working guy who’s a security guard. You kill me and the police will come after you with everything they have. When they’re done you’ll wish I had put you in prison!”

Stringer smiled.

“Detective, detective! You are so paranoid! If I wanted to kill you I surely wouldn’t come to your house to do it. In fact, I wouldn’t even do it myself. No, I’m just here to talk to you. And I’m not leaving until we talk, so you might as well invite me in and offer me a drink.”

McNulty took out his handcuffs.

“You know, I could arrest you right now!” he said, threateningly.

Stringer smiled again and lightly fingered the handcuffs.

“I think we both know what you’d really like to do to me with those handcuffs. And we also both know it has nothing to do with arresting me.” Stringer smirked when Jimmy just stared at him, open mouthed.

“I –fuck you, Stringer!”

“Exactly, Detective. I think that’s exactly what you want to do.”

“Oh, screw this.” Jimmy sighed and threw the handcuffs on the dining room table. He motioned to the couch in the living room.

“You want to talk so badly, fine. We’ll talk.”

“You gonna offer me a drink at least? It’s not fair only one of us drinking.”

“Oh, right! What kind of a host would I be if I didn’t offer the guest who forced his way into my home a drink?”

“Thanks. I’d love one,” Stringer smiled and leaned back on the couch. “I’ll drink what you’re drinking. Don’t want to make things complicated for you,” he said.

Jimmy walked over to the cabinet to get two glasses and filled them both with the Jameson.

“Here,” he handed the drink to Stringer. “Happy now?”

Stringer made sure his fingers stroked Jimmy’s hand while he took the drink. “Very happy, Detective.” He grinned at McNulty as he clinked their glasses. “Bottoms up, as they say.” Jimmy touched his glass to Stringer’s but didn’t echo the toast.

Jimmy knew that Stringer was playing him. He just didn’t know why.

‘So, what’s this really about? You know I can’t touch you. You know that I know you’re ‘the bank’ now. So, is this you being a bad winner? You here to mock me? “

“Detective, I’m offended.” Stringer laughed. “I wouldn’t do that!”

“Really? Calling me Officer when you know I’m a detective? Offering to sell me a condo? Boasting about your businesses, which I know will be legit when I check them?”

“I’m here, Detective, because you and I have some unfinished business.”

“What unfinished business do we have?” Jimmy asked, and then mentally kicked himself for having asked the question.

“I want you to admit something to me. I want you to admit that your interest in me was more than professional. I want you to admit that you acted sometimes in a very unprofessional way.”

“There was nothing unprofessional in my investigation. I’m a very dedicated fellow is all,” Jimmy looked down at his hands when he said that. It sounded like bullshit even to his own ears. It was true, though-for the most part.

It had been professional until the moment he started picturing a very naked Stringer Bell lying under him. Or over him. His fantasies had included variations of the many ways he and Stringer could fuck.

“I don’t think so. It might have started out that way, and I’m not saying you aren’t totally dedicated, Detective. But I think over time it started to become more.”

“Well, what do you think it is if you’re so fuckin’ smart?” Jimmy blurted out, realizing too late that he’d walked in to a trap.

“I think your feelings for me became more, McNulty.” He inched his way closer on the sofa, and turned his body so that his knees were touching Jimmy’s. “I think,” he said as he ran his fingers over Jimmy’s chest “that you started to want me. And that’s why you followed me to places you really had no reason to. That’s why you kept looking for excuses to talk to me, to taunt me. You wanted to be near me.” He put his hand on Jimmy’s neck and started rubbing it. “I think” and now he moved so that his breath was ghosting Jimmy’s neck,” you wanted to be so close you could feel the electricity between us, the heat. I think you needed that. You needed to engage me in some way. You liked when I’d be close enough so you could whisper in my ear. You liked being so close we could almost kiss.” He moved close to Jimmy’s lips with his own.

“You liked that, didn’t you? And you still do.”

Jimmy wanted to deny it. He wanted to push Stringer’s hand off his neck, trying to ignore how warm his hand felt.

More than anything, he wished he could move away so that his lips weren’t so close to Stringer’s.

“Oh, fuck this!” McNulty said as he put his glass down and pulled Stringer to him and kissed him.

Jimmy was sure that if there was really such a thing as spontaneous combustion they would’ve exploded. He’d never felt the kind of heat he did with Stringer with anyone, male or female.

Stringer had seemed almost surprised by Jimmy’s kiss, even though he had been pushing for it.

He overcame his surprise quickly however and eagerly returned McNulty’s kiss, taking it deeper and with such ferocity that Jimmy couldn’t help but respond to it.

Jimmy felt his body melding into Stringer’s and in a second he was lying down on the couch and Stringer was over him, They touched each other frantically, Jimmy gasped as he felt Stringer’s lips on his shoulder when he took his shirt off. Pulled his head back and moaned when Stringer’s tongue trailed down his chest.

He felt Stringer’s breath hot on his face as they continued to kiss, and Jimmy rubbed his body harder against Stringer’s. As he rubbed his cock against Stringer’s, he heard Stringer start gasping.

“Damn, Jimmy,” Stringer said. It was the first time he’s ever called Jimmy by his first name.

The sound of Stringer’s smoky, husky voice saying his name made Jimmy eager to rip the rest of Stringer’s clothes off his body.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” He managed to say and Stringer shook his head.

“Don’t want to stop now,” he said.

“Come on Stringer. It’s just down the hall,” McNulty didn’t know why it was so important to be in the bedroom. He thought it might have something to do with how good it would feel to have Stringer in his bed. And how much more room there’d be for the two of them to play around in

The one indulgence Jimmy allowed himself was a king sized four poster bed.

 They barely got into the bedroom before they started stripping off their clothing.

When they were completely naked Stringer threw Jimmy down on the bed. Smiling that “cat that caught the canary” look that drove McNulty to both drink and sleepless nights jerking off. He covered Jimmy’s body with his own and rubbed against him.

Both of them moaned at the contact.

Stringer had Jimmy’s arms above his head and grabbed his wrists and held them. He effectively pinned Jimmy down so he could only move when Stringer did.

“I fuckin’ hate you, Stringer,” Jimmy hissed.

“No you don’t,” Stringer laughed and moved against him, trying to create as much friction as possible between them.

“No, I don’t,” Jimmy admitted as he moaned into Stringer’s ear. “But I want to.”

“I know,” Stringer whispered back. “I want to hate you, too.”

“So why are we doing this?” Jimmy asked and then gasped as he felt Stringer’s cock rubbing against his.

“I guess we know the answer to that question,” grinned Stringer as he slid his tongue down Jimmy’s chest.

Jimmy hated how much he’d ached for this. How much he wanted to feel the touch of Stringer on his body, feel the sensation of skin on skin, and when Stringer started trailing his tongue down Jimmy’s body he let out a sound that was pure lust.

It had been so long since someone touched him, and he didn’t’ mean only sexually. It had been too long since he’d felt closeness and connection to another person, and he couldn’t help if it was the wrong person. His body didn’t care and neither did his heart.

Or his soul for that matter.

Loneliness had driven Jimmy to many poor choices over the years, and they’d always made him feel empty even while they were happening.

He didn’t feel that way with Stringer. He felt like his body was fusing with Stringer’s the way his mind had fused with his. His touch had Jimmy opened up and spread out before Stringer even touched his cock. Just the feeling of those warm, surprisingly gentle hands on his body, parting his thighs wider, sliding down the inside of his thigh, lightly fingering him was enough to have him practically begging Stringer to fuck him.

It wasn’t just loneliness that had Jimmy blurring the lines between wrong and right. It wasn’t even just lust.

It was this passion, this connection that made Jimmy unable to resist Stringer.

He hated it and loved it at the same time.

Just like he felt about Stringer.

Then all coherent thought left him when he felt the fever burning inside him rise even more as Stringer started rimming him. Teasing him with the tip of his tongue, then going deeper and using his talented fingers to push Jimmy open as far as he could go.

Jimmy started alternately yelling and whimpering for Stringer.

Engulfing Jimmy’s cock with those beautiful, sensuous lips, tasting him, exploring even while Jimmy begged him to fuck him, now

Stringer deep throated him and Jimmy almost passed out.

Stringer stopped and moved up Jimmy’s body and kissed him. Letting Jimmy taste himself on Stringer’s lips.

“Now, please! Now! “Jimmy pleaded with Stringer.

With a smile Stringer pushed himself off Jimmy’s body.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jimmy demanded.

“You got lube around here somewhere?”

Jimmy nodded. “In the drawer.”

Stringer went to get the lube, and Jimmy watched his movements. He couldn’t take his eyes off that perfect body moving so sensually, a bit of a swagger in his step.

Jimmy’s cock throbbed and pre come leaked out of him until he felt wetness on the inside of his thighs.

Stringer came back on the bed, smiling at the effect he was having on Jimmy.

“It looks like I almost don’t need this lube, Jimmy,” he smiled. Jimmy was going to retort when Stringer started licking the pre come off him, and he forgot what he was going to say.

It didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered to him but the sensation of Stringer slowly fingering him, opening him more, and hitting his prostate.

Making him scream.

His legs shook as Stringer entered him. He felt a burn and then his body slowly opened enough to invite him all the way in.

It was a perfect fit.

They were a perfect fit.

Stringer put Jimmy’s legs over his shoulders, increasing the depth of the penetration, and he varied his thrusts and his motion so that there was an ebb and flow to them. Jimmy matched Stringer’s thrusts, felt the heat from Stringer’s body match his own, their sweat blending together.

Stringer held his arms, controlling the movement as they climaxed. Stringer yelled out his name when he came, an explosion deep within Jimmy.

Stringer moved his hand down to Jimmy’s cock and stroked him, encouraging him to let go and come.

Jimmy did, and it felt so strong, so powerful that he wanted more.

“Russell!” he called out.

Stringer looked as surprised as Jimmy had earlier when Stringer called him “Jimmy.” A look came over his face that Jimmy could’ve sworn was almost tender, and he stroked Jimmy’s face.

“I like that,” he said softly. “Say it again.”

“Russell,” Jimmy whispered.

Stringer leaned down and kissed him.

Oh God, Jimmy thought. I am totally fucked.

He kissed Stringer back.

Jimmy woke in the middle of the night to the feel of Stringer’s breath against his neck. Somehow they had ended up tangled together, and Stringer had his face buried in Jimmy’s neck.

Jimmy stroked his back, feeling the rhythm of Stringer’s breaths and hating how peaceful he felt lying here with him.

He should be hating himself and saying it would never happen again.

Stringer moved in his sleep and sighed.

The feeling made Jimmy tingle and his cock stir.

His obsession was becoming an addiction.

And he couldn’t stop it.

The thing was, he didn’t even want to try.

 

 

 

 

 



Comments

[jendavis.livejournal.com]

*fans self*

Holy crap! I've never seen any Wire fic before, and was just bemoaning the fact when this popped up! Awesome! (And you kept them in character- didn't oversweeten it or anything! I really dug this! Nice!

[michele659.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for reading and for your very nice feedback!
I appreciate it. I thought they had so much UST between them,and I would love to see some fic with them in it.
PS: I originally had the wrong link to Part 1. It's fixed now,so you could see it if you haven't read it :)

[emeraldreeve.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the link to part 2! This is wonderful and very hot!

[michele659.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much for reading and for your comments! I'm sorry it took a while to reply,but somehow I didn't see this in my comments (and only checked here now because someone else left a comment tonight).
I appreciate your feedback!

[catclaw.livejournal.com]

Just when I'd given up on ever finding The Wire slash fic!

Awesome fic, loved it.

[michele659.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! I'm glad that you enjoyed it. I agree-there definitely is not enough slash fic (or fic in general) for The Wire.