Forbidden Love

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


Warning: Angst, Slash, Graphic Sex


Rating: FRAO


Italics and/or * indicate thoughts/note


Forbidden Love
Chapter 6


Rosco walked back into the sheriff's office and dropped into his chair, hoping for a moment to rest. Most days in Hazzard were slow and quiet, unless Boss was cooking up a scheme that is. When Rosco had left the house earlier, knowing that Bo was in good hands, he had hoped the rest of the day would be uneventful, but that wasn't to be. It seemed like everybody in the county was determined to keep Rosco and Enos hopping today. He had just barely made it back to the office after getting Bo settled, when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Willis calling, she had set a peach pie on the windowsill to cool and it had disappeared, could he please come out to investigate? Now Rosco knew that the only one bold enough to steal that pie was Mr. Willis, but it was his duty to respond to complaints, and so he sent Enos to take care of it. Ten minutes after Mrs. Willis called, the phone rang again. This time it was Mr. Willis, he was calling to report that his wife had tried to kill him with a rolling pin when she caught him with her pie. "Well now Mr. Willis that's a serious charge. I'll tell you what, Enos should be there any second to take your wife's report about a missing pie. You just tell him about it and he'll bring her in, seeing as this is her first offense I'm sure the judge will go easy on her. She'll probably be out in five or ten years, maybe less with good behavior," Rosco told him, trying hard not to laugh.


"Well now Sheriff, maybe I was just a bit hasty. I suppose she had a right to be upset, after all I did take the pie that she baked special for the ladies aid society. Maybe I deserved to get yelled at a bit, now that I think on it, she didn't try to kill me. I'm sorry to have bothered you Sheriff."

"Are you sure you don't want to file a report Mr. Willis? It's no bother, it is what I get paid for ya know."


"I'm sure Sheriff, thank you for your time but everythings okay now. Goodbye."


Hanging up the phone, Rosco broke out in laughter. He couldn't believe that after all these years, Mr. Willis still hadn't learned not to make that wife of his mad. When that woman got going, she could give lessons to a drill instructor on mean. Rosco didn't get to enjoy his laugh for long before the phone rang again. Mr. Jessup's cow had gotten loose and was in Mrs. Lewis' garden. Holding the phone away from his ear, Rosco allowed Mrs. Lewis to rant and rave about Mr. Jessup's cow and the wanton destruction of her garden. Once the woman began to calm down, Rosco assured her that he would get ahold of Mr. Jessup, and have him come get his cow. Leaving the sheriff's office, Rosco had driven to the Boar's Nest knowing that's where he would find Carl Jessup.


Rosco's entire afternoon had gone like that. No sooner would he get the chance to sit down and the phone would ring, bringing another problem. He had hoped to go home for supper and to check on Bo, but with the way things were going, it wasn't looking good. Rosco figured if this kept up, he'd be lucky to make it home by ten o'clock. That thought had barely entered his mind when the phone rang again. Sighing heavily, Rosco answered it, expecting another small problem.


"Hazzard County Sheriff's office, Rosco P. Coltrane speaking."


"Rosco? This is Luke Duke....we have a problem out here and we need your help."


"Oh I don't have time for your picayune problems Luke Duke, " Rosco responded, knowing Mabel was probably listening in.


"Rosco! This ain't no little problem, Bo's missing and we need your help to find him and bring him home." Luke answered, hoping Rosco would understand what he was telling him.


"Oh tiddly-tuddly, you Dukes just lie all the time."


"Rosco it ain't a lie. Now you're county sheriff, are you gonna do your job or not?" Luke demanded.


"I done told ya I ain't got time to come out there, but if I get out that way I'll stop by and take a report, how's that?"


"Sure Rosco, thanks for nothing!" Luke snapped, slamming down the receiver.



"Well? Is he gonna come out here and talk or not?" Jesse asked as soon as Luke ended the call.


"I think so...we had to be careful cause of Mabel, but he said if he gets out this way he'd stop by. I think he's telling me that he'll be out, at least I hope that's what he was saying."


Twenty minutes later, Rosco was pulling into the Duke driveway, hoping this wasn't a mistake. He didn't want to think about what it would do to Bo if this were a trap and he got himself killed. Taking a deep breath and steeling himself for the task ahead, Rosco stepped out of the car and walked up to the kitchen door. Giving the screendoor a quick rap, he waited for somebody to let him in or shoot him where he stood. Letting out a sigh of relief when Luke opened the door, no weapon in sight, Rosco stepped inside at the younger man's invitation. Stepping into the kitchen, he saw Jesse and Daisy sitting at the table, each sipping a cup of coffee.


"Would you like a cup of coffee Rosco?" Luke asked, startling the older man.


Jumping slightly, Rosco was surprised to find Luke standing next to him. He hadn't even noticed him moving into the room with him. "Yeah, that sounds good Luke."


"Have a seat, I'll get us each a cup."


Sitting down in the seat closest to the door, Rosco sat staring at Jesse Duke as though he'd never seen him before. Everybody in the kitchen was silent, the ticking of the clock and cups rattling on saucers the only sounds, as they waited for somebody to start.


"Oh this is ridiculous!" Daisy cried out in frustration. "Rosco, is Bo okay?"


"He will be Daisy." Seeing the look of concern and fear on her face, Rosco rushed to reassure her. "Oh he wasn't hurt, not really anyway. But he is pretty upset, though by the time I had to leave him, he had come out of the shocked state he was in."


Now that Daisy had gotten the conversation started, Rosco turned to Jesse with barely contained anger. "What the hell were you thinking Jesse Duke?"

"Nothing good Rosco, and for that I apologize."


"I ain't the one you need to be apologizing to Jesse. You got any idea how tore up that boy is? He thinks you hate him Jesse, and he thinks its his fault that you do." Rosco told the older man, not feeling a bit bad about the pain he saw in Jesse's eyes.


"Now hold on Rosco, you ain't got no call to be talking like that to Uncle Jesse. He was only trying to protect..." Luke began to protest.


"No Luke. The man has every right to say what he did, and worse. You're right Rosco, Bo's the one I need to apologize to, but he ain't the only one. I should've given you a chance to explain your side of things, should've given both of you a chance. I can't explain to you why I thought the worst when Luke first told me about that night in the hospital, not until I talk to Bo."


"I suppose that's fair Jesse. So why exactly am I out here and what is it you want from me?"

"I know it's hard to believe after the way I acted, but I do love Bo. We all do, and we want him to come home. I realize he may not want to come home, can't really blame him either. All I'm asking you to do Rosco is, talk to him. See if he's willing to give a foolish old man the chance to apologize and to try to make things right between us. I won't try to force him to come home, and I won't hurt either of you. I just want to talk to him, we all do. Would you do that Rosco, please?" Jesse asked, blinking back the tears that had formed in his eyes.

Looking around the room, Rosco could see the hope on the faces of Bo's family and knew what his answer would be. "Alright Jesse, I'll ask him, but no promises. Now how am I gonna let you know the answer without Mabel or anybody else finding out?" Rosco asked, thinking about the earlier conversation between him and Luke.


"We talked about that before you got here Rosco and I got an idea. Uncle Jesse and me know that Bo may not want to talk to us right now. In fact it may be a few days before he's ready to talk, so we'll make sure we're all home everyday for the next week at ten a.m.. If he's willing to give us another chance, you bring him out and we'll get this worked out," Luke explained.


"Okay, but what if he decides he doesn't want to talk and doesn't want to come back home?"


"I hope that don't happen Rosco, but I'd understand if he feels that way," Jesse answered. "If he won't come out here, you just come by and let us know. I'll see to it that he can come out to pick up his things, if that's what he needs to do."

"Alright Jesse I'll tell him. Goodnight Jesse, Luke," Rosco said, nodding his head at each of them. "Goodnight Daisy, you take care of yourself darlin," leaning down and kissing her cheek, he walked out the door.


It was after ten when Rosco finally made it home to a mostly dark house. His mother had left the kitchen light on, giving him light to see by. Stepping into the house through the kitchen door, Rosco saw a note on the table, *Son, your dinner is in the warming drawer. Bo and I spent a lovely day together and I believe he is feeling somewhat more like himself. Goodnight son. Love Mama.* Smiling at the news that Bo was feeling better, Rosco quietly retrieved his dinner and ate a quick supper. Rinsing his few dishes, he left them in the sink and crept up the stairs, careful not to wake the house.

Walking into his bedroom, Rosco couldn't help the smile that crossed his face at the sight of Bo laying in his bed. Quietly shutting his bedroom door, Rosco undressed by the light of the moon. Carefully placing his uniform and gun on a nearby chair, in case he was called out in the middle of the night, Rosco stepped to the bed. Looking down at Bo, he drank in the sight of his young lover. Watching the moonlight glide across Bo's face, Rosco's heart was filled with love and desire. Climbing into the bed, he wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, wondering again how he'd gotten so lucky. Bo shifted in his arms and looking down, he saw blue eyes looking at him with love. "Hey there, you feeling better sweetheart?"


"Yeah I am. Sorry about this morning, I just...didn't know what to do. Rosco I ain't never been so scared in my life. I'm still a little scared, I've never seen Jesse mad like that at anybody." Bo quietly answered, shaking slightly with the memory of his uncle pointing a shotgun at him.


"It's alright Bo, you had every right to be scared. I'm just glad you're feeling better."


"Me too. Rosco, I need to ask you something and I want you to be honest with me, even if you think I'll get upset." When Rosco nodded his agreement, Bo went on, "Did my family try anything else today?"


"No Bo they didn't. You ain't got to worry about that. As a matter of fact, I spoke to Jesse and your cousins a little while ago. They want to talk Bo, to both of us. They want the..."


"I can't Rosco, I ain't ready to talk to them. I sure don't want both of us there, what if Uncle Jesse tries to hurt you? I couldn't live with myself if that happened."

"I don't think we need to worry about that. I really believe that Jesse is sorry for the way he acted. You do have a point though, which is why I ain't about to let you meet them alone. Bo, Jesse is willing to give you time, we don't have to go out there tommorrow. We don't ever have to go out there if you don't want to, you know I'd never try to make you do something you didn't want to." Rosco assured him, gently caressing Bo's face as he spoke.

"I just need some time cowboy, that's all," Bo whispered. Snuggling against his lover's chest, Bo enjoyed the feeling of love and safety he always felt with Rosco. Raising up on one elbow, Bo looked down at Rosco, the love he felt shining clearly in his eyes. Leaning down he pressed his lips against his lover's, slowly deepening the kiss, stopping only when he needed a breath. "Make love to me Rosco, I need to feel complete," Bo whispered huskily, lowering his head for another kiss.

Pushing Bo onto his back, Rosco let his actions speak for him. Pressing his lips against the side of Bo's neck he lightly sucked at the sensitive skin above the pulse point. One of the first things he had learned about his young lover was that paying attention to that spot would drive him wild. Rubbing at Bo's nipples with his hand, Rosco slowly nibbled and sucked his way down his lover's throat to his chest. Rosco could feel his cock becoming hard at the sounds coming from Bo's throat, muffled though they were as Bo pressed his face into the pillow. Replacing his hand with his lips, Rosco continued to give Bo's chest attention while slowly running his hands down Bo's body. Brushing lightly against the younger man's cock, Rosco felt him jump slightly at the sensation. A deep moan sounded from Bo's throat when Rosco began to kiss his way down the blond's stomach. Teasing his lover, Rosco used his hand to pump Bo's cock, constantly changing the rythym as he brought him to the edge again and again, but never allowed him to fall.


"Ahhhhh....Rosco, please...suck me cowboy. Please Rosco, I need to cum so bad...need to feel your mouth on my cock." Bo begged, moaning with desire, his body twisting in pleasure from the powerful sensations Rosco was creating. Wrapping his hand in the older man's hair Bo attempted to push Rosco towards his aching cock.


"Now Bo, no fair cheating," Rosco admonished, gently removing Bo's hand from his hair. "Don't you worry sweetheart, I'm gonna take care of you." Finally taking pity on the younger man, Rosco engulfed Bo's cock in one motion.


Bo loved it when Rosco was in a playful mood like this. He never tired of being teased, brought to the edge so many times he lost count. The sensations that he experienced were always powerful and Rosco never let the teasing become cruel or painful. When Rosco finally relented, wrapping his mouth around Bo's cock and swallowing it in one swoop, Bo nearly came off the bed. Knowing that whenever Rosco played with him like this, he was in for an incredibly powerful orgasm, Bo grabbed Rosco's pillow and pressed it to his face. The older man had brought him so close, had teased him to the point of insanity, so a few minutes was all it took for Bo to fall over the edge into ecstasy.


"Bo? Wake up sweetheart, you okay?" Rosco asked, gently slapping Bo's face, trying to wake him up.


"Hmmmmm....Rosco? What happened?"


"You passed out and scared me half to death," Rosco told him, voice thick with unshed tears.


"Sorry Rosco. Guess you just don't know your own strength," Bo couldn't resist teasing.


Grinning in spite of his worry, Rosco couldn't help the feeling of pride at the thought of Bo passing out from his orgasm. "Maybe I need to get a younger model, one that can keep up with me," Rosco teased.


"Oh yeah, think you're too much for me huh? Well why don't we just find out about that?" Bo grinned, reaching down and pumping his lover's cock, enjoying the feeling as it hardened in his hand. "That for me lover?" Bo asked, pushing Rosco onto his back and kissing him passionately. Kissing and nibbling his way down his lover's body, Bo teased the older man. Running expert hands up and down Rosco's sides, Bo lightly scratched his lover's sides, knowing it would drive him wild with desire. Listening to Rosco's moans was turning Bo on more and more. Kissing his way up one side of Rosco's cock, Bo lightly swirled his tongue around the head, gradually sucking it into his mouth. Moving his head up and down on his lover's cock, Bo knew if he continued Rosco wouldn't last long. Pulling away, Bo reached into the bedside cabinet for the lube he had found earlier. Squeezing a generous amount into his hand he prepared himself, enjoying putting on a show for his lover. When he knew he was ready, he applied the lube to Rosco's cock , before straddling the older man's hips and impaling himself on his lover's cock. Resting a moment, Bo allowed his body to adjust to the sensation, before raising himself up. Pulling up until Rosco's cock was nearly out of his body, Bo paused and slowly lowered himself down until his lover was buried inside him. Slowly increasing his rythym, both men were soon covered in sweat and moaning with need. Bo felt the fire racing along nerve endings, feeding the desire that raged in his body as he fucked himself on his lover's cock. Moving faster and faster, he could feel the tingling in his balls as he moved closer and closer to orgasm. Wanting to bring Rosco off first, Bo increased his speed, squeezing the muscles of his ass around his lover's length as he did. Hearing Rosco beginning to breath in panting gasp, Bo knew he wasn't far from cumming. As his lover came, Bo swallowed his scream with a soul deep kiss, releasing his own scream into his lover's mouth simultaneously.


Pulling off of his lover a few moments later, Bo collapsed beside him on the bed. "Still think you need a younger model cowboy?"


"I'd never survive it, guess I better stick with the model I got," Rosco grinned at him, laying a gentle kiss on his lips.


"I love you Rosco," Bo whispered.

"I love you too Bo," Rosco whispered, a smile on his face. Wrapping his arms around his lover, Rosco pulled Bo against his chest.

Snuggling into the warm embrace, Bo sighed with contentment as he drifted to sleep feeling safe and loved.


TBC

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