Fic: Love For A Child
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csi_sanders1129Chapters: Part 3: Chapter 1/2
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csi_sanders1129Genre: AU. Romance. Drama.
Ratings: M, for this chapter
Word Count: ~3,800
Pairings/Characters: Jason/Spinelli.
Synopsis: Spinelli gets a call concerning his past and it leads to a significant alternation of his and Jason’s future.
Comments: Okay, I have been working on this fic since December and it is NOW OFFICIALLY DONE. And, I mean, really, my chapters had to be divided into chapters. This is that epic fic of epicness I’ve been mentioning sporadically over the months. It’s set in 2011/2012, but it takes certain liberties (Maxie and Spinelli were never really together, Jason turned Sonny in during the FBI stuff in early 2009, various other little stuff, too. Any questions, just ask, kay?) All in all, characters you recognize are not mine, but the new characters are mine. Enjoy! Okay, hey, guys, I know not all of you are up for the intense JaSpin stuff, which this chapter does contain, but where that starts the chapter could, theoretically, stop. So, if you don’t want to read that part, you can stop where I broke the chapter and you’ll be fine, both sanity wise and plot wise. Kay? Kay. Consider this your warning.
Part 2: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Part 3:
June 10, 2012
Weeks pass in slow succession. Not like the blur they’d been before they thought their future with Sadie was at risk. At just over six months old now, Sadie has doubled her birth weight, she can sit up on her own, and, while she’s still refining some of the motor skills required to get her hands on some of her toys, the green octopus still remains an ever present fixture. She naps a little bit less, and eats a little bit less, but both Ruby - still on speed dial - and their doctor explain that it’s normal.
Diana made the return to Tennessee with her mother just days after Jason and Spinelli had confronted her over permanently turning over her parental rights to them. She didn’t say yes but she didn’t say no either. Spinelli suspects that their mother got to her first.
Her unanswered part in their attempt to gain custody of Sadie leaves them in a state of limbo for the time being, and Diane is doing all she can to move things along from her end.
Since Jason and Spinelli have been planning and working on securing Sadie’s future with them they haven’t had much time for themselves. They don’t mind, of course, because it’s Sadie, and she has both of them thoroughly wrapped around her tiny little fingers, but Maxie has been insisting that they go out for a night. Relax, she says.
And, after a week of pestering, they have finally relented.
“If you two are not down here in thirty seconds, I will get Max and Milo to drag you out of this building in whatever you happen to be wearing.” The blonde threatens, bouncing a giggling six month old in her arms.
Jason comes down the steps first, dressed nicely as opposed to his typical jeans and t-shirt attire. Spinelli’s only a few seconds behind him, looking equally stylish himself. “Where are we even going?” Spinelli inquires; because he and Jason have had exactly zero say in their plans for the evening. Maxie claims to have set everything up for them. Which… is only slightly terrifying.
“You’ll know when you get there...” She informs them. Because they’ve also been forbidden to drive. Maxie has seen fit to let Max and Milo in on The Plan, capital letters and all, and they have been assigned to help out. Jason is not quite sure how she convinces his bodyguards to go along with schemes like this, but he doubts he will ever find out. All he hopes is that she does not teach Sadie how to do whatever it is that she does, because he has enough things to worry about.
She gestures to the desk by the door, where two pieces of plain black cloth sit. Makeshift blindfolds. “You have got to be kidding.” Jason deadpans.
“And you will not know a moment sooner.”
Spinelli takes it back. It’s totally terrifying, he thinks. Maxie hands the baby to Spinelli and glares intently at Jason until he finally sighs in defeat. “Fine.” She blindfolds him quickly and then does the same to Spinelli before reclaiming Baby Sadie.
“They’re ready to go.” She calls into the hallway, and Max and Milo appear at the door, trying not to laugh at their employer’s current state.
“You take Spinelli.” Max tells his younger brother, as he steers Jason out the door carefully. He’s definitely not planning on walking his boss into a doorframe. He rather likes being alive.
Once Jason and Spinelli are wrangled downstairs and awkwardly maneuvered into the back of what they can only assume is an SUV, Max and Milo begin the mysterious drive to the equally mysterious location.
Jason leans over to whisper to Spinelli. “Did you have any idea she was planning this?”
Spinelli shakes his head before he recalls that Jason can’t see him. “Negative, Stone Cold. The Fair Maximista’s devious plot was a very well kept secret, evidently.” His head rests against Jason shoulder for the remainder of the ride. Neither is sure how long it actually takes, because the concept of time is lost completely when one cannot see, it turns out.
The car finally stops, and Max and Milo exit the vehicle. Then the back doors of the SUV open and Maxie’s two blindfolded victims are helped out of the car. “Can we see now?” Jason half growls.
“Not yet.” Max answers, following direct orders from Maxie. They walk in what is presumably a back entrance of some sort to what is clearly a very popular building. “Reservation for 2 under Morgan?” Max says to someone Jason and Spinelli cannot see. Max goes on to explain that, yes, he can count to four, and that only their blindfolded captives are staying wherever they are. Another moment passes before they gratefully hear the words: “Go ahead.”
Both men quickly untie their respective blindfolds, and they find themselves at the entrance of one of the biggest restaurants in New York.
“Right this way.” The man Max was speaking to says, and he is evidently the one responsible for dealing with things like their rather ostentatious arrival. He leads his two stunned followers to a table toward the back of the room and returns to his previous locale.
All around them are stars and famous people. Jason decides he doesn’t want to know how Maxie pulled off getting them reservations here, either.
“I suspect Maximista the Magnificent has been planning this elaborate set-up for quite some time now.” Spinelli observes. And he looks suitably impressed and very much star-struck by the atmosphere.
Jason nods his agreement and suddenly a young woman dressed nicer than they are appears beside their table. “Something to drink, sirs?” She comes prepared with several various bottles of fine wine for them to choose from, which Jason does.
“No orange soda here.” He whispers to Spinelli with a grin, as they clink their glasses together. They needed this.
The evening continues with the same kind of easy conversation. Compared to some of the people currently in the restaurant, they are hardly noticed and are left pretty much alone. The wine is good, as is the food, and once all is completed, they are informed that dessert has been sent up to their room.
“Room?” Jason inquires.
Their server nods, producing two key cards labeled with ‘1214’ emblazoned on them identifying the room number, along with the hotel and restaurants name. “There’s an elevator just down the hall.” He informs them.
Jason and Spinelli exchange equally baffled looks and stand, heading for the aforementioned hallway. “She sure went all out for us, didn’t she?”
“Startlingly so, it seems.” The younger echoes, as they reach the elevator. Spinelli carefully depresses the button – he’s learned his lessons about mashing elevator buttons by now – and they wait for but a moment before the car arrives. That in and of itself is somewhat breathtaking. The wall opposite them as they step in is some sort of one sided window that affords them a spectacular view of the city below them.
One of them has the sense of mind to press the button for the correct floor before they are entirely captivated.
“That’s… that’s astounding.” Spinelli mumbles, just as the doors open again with a pronounced ‘ding’. They are forced to tear their eyes away from the night skyline and begin the hunt for their room on the twelfth floor of the tall building.
Around a corner and down a hallway and Spinelli is the first to spot it. “Aha!” he declares, swiping his card key through the lock with Jason just behind him. “Wow.”
The first thing they see is a large window that shares a view with that from the elevator. Tinted, so that you can only see out of it. The next thing that draws their attention is the king sized bed centered on another wall. On a desk by the door to the room are several courtesy parcels. One a bottle of wine, in another, a selection of oils and lotions on either side of a silver tray that is probably the dessert the server downstairs mentioned.
“Would Stone Cold be at all interested in skipping dessert?” Spinelli suggests with an equally suggestive grin and a look toward the rather inviting bed.
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“You have to ask?” The elder replies, shifting closer to his lover, his chest pressed to Spinelli’s back. Skilled fingers work at the buttons of Spinelli’s button down shirt, slowly revealing bits of skin that Jason feels like he hasn’t seen like this in forever. His lips attach to the back of Spinelli’s neck, and Spinelli leans back into his touch. Jason peels the shirt from his lover’s shoulders slowly, tossing it aside and walking them toward the bed that takes up a large portion of the room.
Before they reach it though, Jason pauses long enough to retrieve something from his back pocket. Spinelli doesn’t catch sight of whatever it is, but then a moment later, he’s not catching sight of much of anything. One of the blindfolds from their trip to the hotel covers the younger’s eyes as Jason ties it securely in place.
“What-?” Spinelli starts to inquire, but then Jason’s hands land on his shoulders and guide him the last foot or so to the bed.
“Just go with me on this, okay?” Jason prompts, whispering the words into Spinelli’s ear as he sucks and nips at a spot just under it that always makes Spinelli shiver.
And, if there’s anyone in the world Spinelli trusts, it’s Jason. So he nods in agreement. This could certainly prove to be an interesting experience.
They’re both on the bed now, and upon seeing Spinelli’s agreement, Jason’s hand lands on his chest. “Lay down,” he instructs and Spinelli easily complies, falling backwards into the mass of pillows. “Roll over.”
“Woof.” Spinelli laughs, but again does as told. “What are you up to, Stone Cold?” He asks, as he feels Jason knock several of the pillows away.
Jason is quiet as he moves, though, and he ends up straddling the younger man’s hips, a bottle of lotion swiped from the desk in one hand. “Trust me.” Jason repeats, as he warms some of the liquid on his hands. A moment later, Jason presses his palms down on either side of Spinelli’s spine and they slowly work their way up to his shoulders.
“You’re really quite talented at that.” Spinelli comments, as the tension begins to melt away with the familiar touch on his skin. It’s not the first time Jason has given him a massage, but it has been a while and Spinelli had forgotten how good it feels. “Mrrr….” He purrs in contentment, as Jason adds a bit of pressure to work at the knots wound in Spinelli’s shoulders.
He presses a kiss to the top of his lover’s spine as his fingers work practiced magic over tense muscle and slowly go through the process of turning Spinelli into putty in his hands. Starting with neck and shoulder and arms, he slowly works his way down to the top of the very tight, very professional looking black jeans Maxie selected for him.
“Lift up.” Jason says, as he traces sensual kisses down Spinelli’s spine.
“The Jackal cannot currently comply with your request.”
“And why is that?”
Spinelli purrs again. “Because nothing is listening to me at the moment.” He lifts an arm, dramatically letting it fall back to the bed. “See?”
“I guess I’ll have to get creative then.” Jason decides, and climbs off of Spinelli. Given that the younger is still blindfolded, and Jason is no longer touching him, he’s curious to know what’s coming next. Which is clearly the appeal of the blindfold in the first place. The anticipation, he realizes. He’s getting turned on and Jason isn’t even touching him.
“Stone Cold?” He calls out, when what feels like forever passes in what is probably only about five seconds.
“Right here.” Comes the response, the voice hovering over him just as before. Just… not touching him. Warm breath against his neck makes him shudder and squirm, but then it retreats just as quickly as it arrived. More anticipation, he realizes. Jason’s playing with him. A light trail of finger’s down his side. Another shudder and a moan. A barely there touch of lips on his back again. Spinelli squirms and tries to press into the mattress to get some relief. It goes on for several moments, Jason’s game of cat and mouse, as he moves with fleeting touches, and it is driving Spinelli totally insane.
Spinelli moans again and lifts his hips as Jason previously requested, and really it’s a wonder he can still think coherently enough to remember that.
A hand snakes between his body and the bed and works skillfully at the button of the tight jeans, tugs the zipper down a second later.
“You’re trying to kill me.” Spinelli half laughs, half moans, when Jason’s palm brushes over him as he goes about tugging his jeans and boxers down his legs, pulling shoes and socks off as well.
Jason tosses the hindering clothing aside and returns his attention to his lover. “Hardly.” He counters, and trails his fingers lightly down the length of one leg and back up the other to further illustrate his point.
Being blindfolded makes Spinelli even more aware of what is coming next when he makes out the faint sound of the bottle of lotion clicking open once more. He gasps when a slick finger probes against him, slowly sliding inside. It’s been a long time since they’ve done this and Jason clearly intends to take it slow and draw this particular brand of torture out for as long as possible.
“Okay?” Jason asks, leaning down to brush his lips over the small of Spinelli’s back.
“Most assuredly.” Spinelli verifies.
Jason’s free hand is continuing with the sensual massage as he traces his fingers along the insides of Spinelli’s thighs. That one is less about tension and more about location and every time he gets close, it makes the younger man shiver in anticipation.
Before Spinelli even realizes it, a second finger is joining the first inside him. The stretch burns a little more than usual since it’s been so long, but the subtle pain is forgotten the second Jason curls his fingers just right. “Been too long, Stone Cold.” He moans, lifting his hips in hopes of getting his lover to repeat the motion which he does a second later.
“I know.” Jason agrees, his other hand settling on Spinelli’s hip to keep him still as a third finger delves in slowly. Another long moment of preparation and Jason removes his fingers, and disappears for a brief second before he settles between his lover’s legs again, this time all skin on skin.
Spinelli is only dimly aware of the sound of the bottle of lotion opening again, as Jason’s warm breath on his neck is suitably distracting. His brain conjures up helpful images of what Jason is doing with the lotion, slicking himself before he climbs over him once more.
A hand curls around his hips, pulling him up so that he’s more or less kneeling on the bed in front of Jason. “Ready?” The elder asks. With Jason’s strong arms curled around his torso, and his back pressing against the elder’s chest, he manages a nod, and Jason presses into him.
He whimpers slightly at the twinge of pain that comes as a result of the added stretching, but Jason goes slow and lets him adjust to the long missed feeling of being filled. “Go ahead.” Spinelli prompts after a moment, as he tilts his head back to rest on Jason’s shoulder. Lips attach to his well exposed neck sucking sensitive skin into Jason’s warm mouth and leaving a nice possessive mark in its wake as the elder begins to move in shallow rhythmic thrusts. A couple of brushes against Spinelli’s prostate and the other man begins pushing back against Jason to meet each of his forward movements. “Mrngh.” Spinelli groans in contentment when the pace picks up a little and one of Jason’s hands begins to wander down his chest.
By the time Jason’s hand finally curls around him, Spinelli is simply aching and his hips buck wildly into the touch.
“Enough teasing, Stone Cold.” He pants, a pleading tone in his voice that Jason simply cannot ignore. Even just the simplest thing Jason does to him like this seem even more erotic given that one of his senses has been taken away.
“Alright.” Jason answers, and his hand moves in time with his well-aimed thrusting. He makes a target of the sensitive spot just under Spinelli’s ear once again, presses a wet kiss there and then blows cool air onto it.
Spinelli shudders and squirms against him, and lets out something between a whimper and moan when Jason nips at his neck some more. “Most definitely trying to kill me.” He repeats, and then he’s gasping out a torrent of ‘Stone Cold’s and ‘more’s and various other Jackal-like expletives when Jason twists his wrist just the right way to send him careening over the edge.
With ribbons of white painted over Jason’s hand and Spinelli’s stomach, Jason drives forward through a handful more of erratic thrusts before he follows suit, tensing with his own release as he groans. “Spinelli…” He breathes, his head falling forward to rest on his lover’s shoulder.
Feeling filled in a way he hasn’t in months, and now overwhelmed with the need to see Jason and not just the dark blackness afforded him by the blindfold, a hand comes up to tug at the loose knot at the back of his head, but full coordination is not a concept his overwhelmed body is ready to deal with yet.
Jason bats his hand away and undoes the tie easily enough; trailing a hand through the younger’s brown hair as he pulls it away. He pulls out, and Spinelli turns around to face him, his hands landing on Jason’s chest. “Was… the blindfold…?”
“The blindfold had quite an effect on the rather torturous massage methods you employed.” Spinelli answers, with a grin.
Jason’s matches it. “Thought you’d like that.”
Spinelli nods, his gaze locked on the ice blues eyes watching his every move. “Oh, the Jackal most certainly did. But do you know what they say about revenge, Stone Cold?” He tugs the black cloth from Jason’s hand, and Jason immediately recognizes the devious look in his lover’s eyes.
He doesn’t protest when Spinelli reaches for his hand, deceptively lacing their fingers together, nor does he argue when Spinelli moves behind him to capture both of his arms behind his back. “Normally when my hands are like that, it means I’m getting arrested, so this is a nice change of pace.” Jason comments, experimentally testing the movement the cloth allows him once Spinelli has tied him securely.
“Well, if your master plan to get out of from under the ever persistent thumb of mob life is effective, then hopefully this will be the only situation in which even makeshift handcuffs are necessary.” Spinelli tells him. “Now lay down. The Jackal has revenge to enact.”
Jason laughs, and falls forward against the mattress. “Anything else?”
“Over.” Spinelli adds. He complies with that, as well, his arms now pinned behind his back. Spinelli climbs on top of him, straddling his legs. He eyes the expanse of well defined, bare flesh before him and leans forward to kiss his lover for a long moment before he shifts his focus to Jason’s neck and collarbone, leaving marks of his own as he goes. “Are you okay with this?” Spinelli asks in all seriousness.
They’ve never really done anything like this before, really. Not the blindfolds or the tying. But, it certainly has its appeals. Given Spinelli’s reactions to Jason’s games, a situation that has thoroughly reversed itself, it seems like something they might have to do again sometime in the future. “Yeah.” Jason agrees. He trusts Spinelli with his life, being tied up like this is virtually nothing compared to that.
With the affirmative reply he received, Spinelli continues his path down Jason’s chest. He uses Jason’s trick of blowing cool air on wet skin, and it has much the same effect on Jason as it does on him. A shudder and a moan. And Spinelli loves every sound he manages to draw out of the usually quiet man. He dips his tongue into Jason’s navel and is surprised by the buck he gets in reply.
“When did you turn into such a tease?” The elder asks, squirming against the hold the blindfold has on his hands.
Spinelli’s mouth curls into yet another wicked grin as he moves down a bit more to take Jason into his mouth. The elder is nearly hard again, already, and Spinelli coaxes him on, using all the tricks he’s learned that his lover quite enjoys. The lazy drag of his palm over the base, his lips slipping over the heated flesh coated in saliva and pre-come. He flicks his tongue against the slit at the organ’s head and pulls away before Jason gets too close to the edge.
“Who’s trying to kill who now?” Jason groans, and what he would not give to be able to curl his fingers into the tempting mop of fine brown hair before him.
Spinelli’s throat tightens and hums in response as it closes around him once more. “Ngggh…” Comes the cyber hacker’s intentionally muted reply.
What ultimately causes Jason’s undoing is the feel of Spinelli tensing over him, and the feel of the younger man’s release splattering over his leg. That fact that he can so thoroughly affect his lover without even touching him astounds him, and more relevant to the situation, that knowledge turns him on.
Jason comes with an audible gasp and groan as he fights against his binds once more, and Spinelli swallows before slowly moving his way back up to Jason’s eye level, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Jason leans forward to kiss it away.
Spinelli sighs against his neck, pressing lazy kisses along his collarbone as they lay there recovering. “I love you…” Spinelli whispers against Jason’s ear.
Jason rolls to his side so Spinelli can release the tie and the second he’s free, his arms immediately curl around the younger’s lithe frame. “Love you, too.” He replies softly, a hand settling on Spinelli’s chest as the need to rest becomes too overwhelming for either man to ignore.
