Forbidden Love

Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills.


Warnings: Slash, Established couple, Angst, Graphic Sex


Rating: FRAO


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Forbidden Love
Chapter 16


Walking into the kitchen, Bo and Rosco sat down in the seats normally taken by Bo and Luke. "Alright Luke what've you got in mind?" Bo asked, coming right to the point.


"Actually it was those two detectives that gave me the idea. I'm guessing you don't really want to send Boss to prison?" Luke asked Rosco.


"Believe it or not Luke, your cousin's the one who doesn't want me to turn the evidence in to the State Police," Rosco replied, shocking them all.


"Bo, what the heck are ya thinking?" Luke and Daisy both yelled at their younger cousin, shocked and angry.


"Now y'all hold it right there, I'm sure Bo's got his reasons. Now Bo, why don't ya want Rosco to use that evidence? Don't you think JD should pay for what he's done?" Jesse asked his nephew, as angry and shocked as the others, but hiding it better.


"Yeah Uncle Jesse, of course I think he should pay. There's problems with that though, for one Boss didn't know that Steve was going to do what he did. Oh he planned for Steve to seduce me, and he was figuring on having Rosco catch us together. That sure wasn't right, but he had no way of knowing Steve was crazy or that he'd try to kill me. That's not the real reason though that I don't want Rosco to go to the State Police. If he does that, he can probably get immunity, but he won't ever be able to work in law enforcement again."


"Bo I told ya already, I don't give a dang about that. Your safety is more important to me than being sheriff," Rosco reminded the younger man.


"I know Rosco, but I still don't want you to give up your career if it can be avoided. Now Luke it sounds like you've got a way to teach Boss a lesson and avoid bringing in the State Police. So what do ya have in mind?" Bo asked his cousin one more time.


"Well I figure that Boss doesn't know that you know about his involvement with Steve Olsen, so he probably thinks he's in the clear. I figure he needs a visit from a couple of State Police detectives, or maybe some FBI agents."


"Luke, I thought your plan didn't involve the police," Bo said, getting confused.


"Well Bo who said they'd be real?"


"We run a shuck 'n jive on him," Bo said, finally beginning to understand. "But Luke, who are we gonna get to play these detectives that Boss won't recognize?"


"Why that's simple Bo, I got just four words for ya cousin; Cooter, me and stage make-up," Luke answered, leaning back with a satisfied grin.


"Ya know that just might work, but do ya think Cooter'll help? He ain't talked to me much since we let everybody know about us," Bo reminded his older cousin.


"He'll help Bo. I already talked to him about you and Rosco, he ain't really got a problem with y'all. He just didn't know how to act around ya. He ain't really used to having to watch what he says about Rosco around any of us."


It took a moment for Luke's words to sink in, when they did Bo nearly fell out of his chair laughing. Finally getting himself under control, Bo put a hand to his aching ribs. "You mean all this time I thought he was mad about me being in love with a man; and he was just worried about saying the wrong thing?"


"Yep," Luke replied, a big smile on his face. "It's good to hear you laughing again cousin, I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how."


"I'm sorry y'all, I know I've worried ya, I didn't mean to. I just didn't feel much like laughing the last few days, been too scared," Bo finished in a quiet voice. When Rosco wrapped an arm around his shoulders, Bo leaned into the older man's embrace, grateful for the support.


"I wish you hadn't been put through that sweetheart, but there had to be an investigation. If there had been any way I could've kept you from having to deal with it I would've."


"I know Rosco, and I know there wasn't any choice. I think it was the way that one detective was acting mostly, if it'd been up to him, you'd be on your way to prison."


Rosco could feel Bo trembling in his arms, "Bo you okay?"


"Yeah, just remembering something," Bo replied, not bothering to explain any more than that.


"Tell me later?" Rosco asked softly. Feeling Bo nodding against his shoulder, Rosco turned back to Luke surprised to see a small smile on his face. "Okay Luke, so I guess you and Cooter are gonna disguise yourselves and make Boss think I've turned the evidence into the...?"


"I think since he may know people with the State Police and given some of his crimes, it'd better be the FBI."


"Alright, so y'all pretend to be FBI and put the fear of God into him," Rosco said, wanting to be sure he understood the plan.


"Yep, and then after he's spent a few days sweating, you can let him know the truth," Luke explained.


"Oh I think I'm gonna enjoy this," Rosco chortled lightly at the thought of Boss sweating about his future. "Sure won't hurt him to sweat none either. What about Lulu though, can I tell her? I hate to worry her, after all she ain't done nothing wrong."


"That's true Rosco, but we don't know for sure where she stands about you and Bo. Besides JD is her husband and it ain't right to put her in a position of choosing between ya's." Jesse spoke up from the head of the small table.


"I hadn't thought of it like that," Rosco murmurred to himself as he thought about it. "Alright then, we won't tell Lulu. I guess it's probably best if only us five and Cooter knows until it's all over," Rosco half stated and half asked.


"Yeah, that's probably the best idea," Luke confirmed.


"Well I don't know about y'all but with all this plotting I've worked up an appetite. Why don't you boys take Rosco outside, while me and Uncle Jesse finish getting supper ready?" Daisy suggested, standing up and checking the pot of green beans on the stove.


Going outside, Rosco grabbed Bo's hand and pulled the younger man towards the front porch. Climbing the few steps, Rosco sank down into the porch swing, tugging Bo down beside him. Wrapping an arm around Bo's shoulders, Rosco drew him closer until his head was resting on the older man's shoulder. "You ready to tell me what had you shaking in there?" Rosco asked in a quiet voice.


"It wasn't anything important cowboy, doesn't matter anymore now anyway," Bo replied in an equally soft voice.


"Bo please don't do that," Rosco said, reaching out and tilting Bo's head up so he could look into his eyes. "If it was bad enough to have you shaking, it's important. If it affects you, it matters to me, please talk to me."


"You don't play fair Rosco, you know I can't refuse you when ya look at me like that. It's really not a big deal, I just been having some nightmares is all. It was the mention of prison that made me remember the dreams, guess they're just a little too fresh is all. The nightmares don't matter though, now that you've been cleared I'm sure I'll stop having them," Bo assured his lover.


"You were dreaming about me going to prison?"


"Yeah," Bo replied, his voice barely above a whisper.


"Bo," Rosco said his name, the warning not to hold back clear to hear.


"Rosco please, do we have to talk about this?"


"I think we should if it's got you this upset. It wasn't just me going to prison was it?"


"No, in the nightmares you were...they had you in the gas chamber Rosco and there wasn't anything I could do to save you." Bo said the words in a rush, sounding as though if he stopped to breathe he wouldn't be able to say them.


"No wonder you were shaking," Rosco whispered in Bo's ear, before tilting his head for a gentle kiss. "Bo, if you're up to it, maybe after supper we could go up to our place," Rosco suggested. "Don't you be pushing yourself though, I can wait, your health is more important."


"Oh I'm up to it cowboy, maybe not everything, but I can handle some," Bo replied, giving Rosco a kiss. Deepening the gentle kiss, the two men were soon lost in a world of their own. Bo shuddered in Rosco's arms, as he felt his lover's hands moving under his shirt and dancing across his skin.


"Ahem," Daisy gently cleared her throat, giggling when the two men broke apart each with a guilty blush. "I hate to interrupt y'all, but supper's ready and the rest of us would like to eat sometime tonight." Daisy told them, before heading back inside. *Sure is a good thing I went to tell them. Luke and Uncle Jesse might be accepting their relationship, but I don't think they're ready for that.* Daisy quickly stopped the fit of giggles that tried to escape her throat with that thought.



An hour after supper, Bo and Rosco were headed up to the Jensen place for some much needed time alone. They barely made it into the front door, when Bo shoved Rosco up against the nearest wall and began to ravish the older man's mouth. Moaning with pent up need, Bo dipped his tongue into his lover's mouth, relishing the unique taste of his lover. Hands were everywhere, making it impossible to tell who's were who's as they stumbled over each other in their eagerness. Jerking snaps roughly apart, shirts were discarded, allowing them to finally touch skin to skin. "Missed you," Bo whispered against Rosco's neck as he trailed kisses down the other man's throat.


"Missed you too," Rosco moaned in reply, nearly cumming on the spot when Bo gently used his teeth to scrape at his nipple. "Oh God, I want you so much," Rosco growled, pushing his young lover away, giving him the chance to play with Bo's chest. Kissing the sensitive spot at the hollow of his lover's throat, he used his fingers to gently pinch and tweak his lover's nipples. Moving his way down Bo's chest, Rosco replaced his finger with lips and teeth, driving his young lover crazy with desire. Kissing and sucking at Bo's nipples, Rosco worked his lover's belt loose and began to unfasten his jeans. As he kissed his way down the other man's body, he pushed his lover's jeans down long legs, taking his boxers with them. Lowering himself to his knees, Rosco teasingly kissed the sensitive skin of Bo's inner thigh, slowly moving towards his lover's cock. Reaching his goal, he simply ran his tongue up one side of the straining erection, smiling slightly when Bo bucked his hips seeking more of his touch. After several minutes of this, Bo was moaning with need and begging for more. Finally taking pity on his young lover, Rosco wrapped his lips around the weeping cockhead and began to suck. Gradually sucking more of Bo's length into his mouth, Rosco swirled his tongue around the head, keeping his lover's desire at a fever pitch.


The worry and stress of the last few days had left Bo in knots, so when Rosco began to hum against his cock as he sucked, Bo shot his load, screaming his lover's name. The orgasm was one of the most intense Bo had ever experienced and if it hadn't been for Rosco's hands on his hips, he would've fallen to the floor.

Rosco could feel Bo's legs trembling from the intensity of the orgasm and he remained where he was, kneeling on the floor, supporting his lover. When Bo finally began to stop shaking, Rosco slowly climbed to his feet and drew the other man into a warm embrace. "You okay sweetheart?"


"Okay? That doesn't even begin to cover it cowboy, I think that one came all the way from my toenails," Bo replied with a grin. "What do ya say we move this to a bed? I want to feel you inside of me, I need to feel complete again." Bo said, his voice thick with desire as he rubbed his hand against the front of Rosco's pants, feeling the other man's erection and making him groan with desire.

"I say, why are ya still standing here?" Rosco asked, a matching grin on his face. Waiting for Bo to toe his boots off and step out of his pants, the older man couldn't help the warm feeling of knowing that Bo was his to love. Taking Bo's hand, Rosco led the way up the stairs to the bedroom and over to the large bed in the center of the room. Gently pushing the younger man onto the mattress, Rosco reached for his own pants and finished undressing, before joining his lover on the bed. Lying down next to Bo, Rosco began to kiss him, gradually deepening the kiss. Pulling a way for a few seconds, Rosco reached into the bedside table for the lube. Applying a generous amount to his finger, he rubbed his hands together, warming the cold gel. Leaning forward he pressed his lips to Bo's, the kiss moving from gentle to urgent in a matter of seconds, as Rosco pressed one long finger into his lover. Adding another finger, Rosco began to scissor them apart, "Like that do ya?" He whispered when he felt Bo pressing back against his hand, the only answer he got was when Bo pulled him close again for another passionate kiss. After a few minutes, Rosco was sure that Bo was ready. Moving until he was between the younger man's long legs, Rosco grabbed the pillows and placed them beneath Bo's ass, raising his hips. Reaching for the lube, he squeezed a good amount into his hands and sensously applied it to his aching cock.


Placing the head of his cock at his lover's opening, Rosco began to gently press his way inside. Bo had other ideas though. Using his long legs to his advantage, he wrapped them around Rosco's back and pulled him forward, burying him to the hilt in his ass. "Please cowboy, move, make love to me," Bo begged his lover, wanting, needing to feel the other man moving inside him. Groaning in a combination of need and pleasure, Bo rocked his hips, matching Rosco's rythym. As his lover brushed across his prostate with each stroke, Bo felt himself growing hard again. Wanting the pleasure to last as long as possible, Bo ignored his own aching erection as he continued to rock his hips against Rosco.


Rosco knew what his lover was doing, but it didn't matter how much they both wanted this to last, the inevitable happened. Feeling his lover's muscles clenching around his length as he pumped in and out of the younger man's passage, Rosco couldn't deny the pleasurable sensations. Crying out his lover's name, Rosco came, shooting his load deep inside the other man. Coming down from the sexual high, he saw Bo using his hand to pump his own erection. "Let me," he offered as he wrapped his own hand around his lover's cock. Remaing buried inside the other man, Rosco slowly pumped Bo's cock, gradually increasing the speed until Bo was cumming again, causing his lover to smile.


Carefully pulling from his lover's body, Rosco walked into the bathroom. Coming back a few minutes later, with a warm washcloth, he began to gently clean the younger man's body. Lying down beside Bo, Rosco pulled the other man into his arms, cradling his head against his chest. Thirty minutes later, Rosco reluctantly began to sit up.


"Where ya going?"


"Figured we'd better get dressed, don't want your uncle or Luke getting worried. Especially now that they're finally accepting us," Rosco explained.


"Don't worry about it cowboy," Bo murmurred, pulling Rosco back down beside him. "I told Uncle Jesse before we left, not to expect me home tonight."


Rosco's laughter took Bo by surprise, seeing the curious look on his lover's face, Rosco explained. "I told mama the same thing, not that I was sure, but I was hoping."


"Guess that is kind of funny. I love you cowboy, thank you."


"What are ya thanking me for?"


"For loving me, even though Steve tried to..."


"Beauregard James Duke, don't you ever say that again, don't you even think it. What Steve did was not your fault. Even if he had succeeded in raping you, I would still love you and want you. Bo, I honestly can't think of anything that could ever make me stop loving you. I'll admit, if you were to delibertly betray me, I'd probably not want to see you again, but even then I'd still love you. I done told you before, you make my life complete Bo Duke and I will love you to infinity and beyond. I just can't figure out what you see in me, but I sure am glad you see it, whatever it is," Rosco finished his impassioned speech with a kiss.


"I love you cowboy, more than I could ever say. I love you for your gentleness, and the way you always think of what I need before you think of yourself. Rosco, you're the first person, man or woman who ever did that and if you had never done anything else I would love you just for that. I love you for treating me like I have a brain, and insisting that I use it. I love you for not letting me believe that I'm nothing more than a pretty face and the muscle to go with Luke's mind. I love you for seeing me as an individual and not just one of the Duke boys. Mostly though I just love you for being you," Bo told his lover, his voice rough with passion as he spoke of his love.


Reaching down, Bo pulled the blankets from the end of the bed and covered the two of them up. Snuggling against his lover, Bo burrowed under the covers, enjoying the sound of his lover's heartbeat beneath his ear. "We better get some sleep cowboy," Bo quietly spoke. Raising up on one elbow, he leaned down and gently kissed Rosco's lips. "I love you Rosco," he whispered, lying back down and letting himself drift to sleep, safe in his lover's arms.


TBC


Well, I thought this was going to be the last chapter, but the muses had other ideas. Please feed the muses with reviews.