First Impressions

Author: Darkestangel
Title: First Impressions
Author’s Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Summary: Bosco and Jimmy stop playing games
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: hot m/m action, angst, borderline non-con
Pairing: Bosco/Jimmy
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters belong to NBC and the wonderful writers of Third Watch. I’m just borrowing them for a little bit. I promise to return them unharmed.
Author’s Notes: If you have never watched Third Watch it is about a group of New York cops, firemen, and paramedics. The show takes place in New York City, and they are all a part of the Five-Five division. The show currently airs on Fridays at 10 PM on NBC

Jimmy Doherty: AKA the Master of Fire

Another fucking man burnt alive. That made three this year, and he was almost the fourth one. Thanks to Anderson, he was alive to fight fire again. Anderson had pulled him out of the building when he had been trapped from falling debris. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take the risks and misery that so often came with the life of a New York City Fireman. He risked leaving a son, Joey, fatherless each day, and he risked not fulfilling all those dreams that he, like everybody else in the world, put off. He had dreamed of fighting fire since he was a little boy. He remembered sleeping on his fire engine sheets and holding onto his firehouse Dalmatian toy. Now, he wasn’t so sure that he had chosen the right career. He couldn’t think of a job as risky or as dangerous as his; except for one…

Maurice Boscorelli: AKA Bosco, the King of Ass Kicking

Another officer shot and killed in the line of duty. It was becoming a habit of gathering at the hospital to check in on an injured or dying officer, and it was seriously starting to get old. The patrol team of Marcus and Reeves had been pinned down in a gang shoot out. He had managed to pull the injured Reeves away from the scene in time, but by the time he was able to get to Marcus; it was too late. He had been shot in the head and in the chest; another fucking DOA for the Five-Five house. He had wanted to be a cop since he could remember. He loved helping others who needed help, but most importantly, he really enjoyed kicking the bad guy’s asses! He loved the feel of his gun in his hand, and the thrill of arresting criminals who were too stupid to get away with their crimes. He knew that he was meant to be a cop for as long as he walked this earth, but sometimes he really wished he could stop all of the unnecessary deaths of his comrades. He only knew of one profession that lost as many lives as the police…


Bosco and Jimmy: The NYSD (the New York Sex Department)

They both waited at the hospital for news of inj injured and to offer their condolences to the families. They had managed to avoid each other, which was a good thing with their track history of conflicts. Jimmy thought that Bosco was a tight-assed bigot who needed to be knocked down a notch, and Bosco thought that Jimmy was a know it all who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, and who had already gotten two divorces for cheating on his wives.

Jimmy hadn’t eaten in over fourteen hours and his squad convinced him into going up to the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat, so he took food orders for his friends, and promised to rush right back down.

Bosco was bored out of his mind waiting for news, so he began pacing back and forth driving the rest of the Five-Five insane. Bosco could hardly ever stand still, and he got bored easily, so his squad sent him to the cafeteria to retrieve some food for them; just so that they could have a break from his fretting and his constant complaints about the system and the junkies on the street who had caused the drug selling gang to be in the alley in the first place.

Both men arrived at the elevator at the same time from the opposite direction. Bosco thought about walking right past the elevator and heading for the stairs instead, but he decided that he was too tired to walk up nine flights of stairs, so he got into the lift with the fireman hoping to avoid another conflict.

“I didn’t know you were here. What’s up?” Bosco asked trying to be civil for a change.

“We lost a man and another has second degree burns to over sixty percent of his body.”

“Sorry to here about that. We lost one as well, and we have one in surgery too.”

“Fucking great city we work in isn’t it?”

Bosco looked over at the tall fireman and decided that he didn’t like the tone of Jimmy’s voice, “You’re not thinking about quitting again are you? You do this every time someone dies.”

“Yeah, I do. I guess one day I hope that I actually have the nerve to do it before it’s too late. Don’t you ever think about leaving the force?”

“Nope, because I still feel like a have a purpose and helping others is that purpose.”

Jimmy couldn’t help but to laugh as he hit the ninth floor button. “Don’t you mean kicking ass is your purpose?”

“I like kicking ass, but I really do like the fact that I help others; especially other officers like I did tonight.”

“That’s right. I forgot that you are a super hero who sweeps into to save the day. God, Bosco, why don’t you get over yourself?”

“I’m the super hero? Who is always running into blazing buildings with no regard for his own safety?”

Jimmy smiled knowing that he had done that on many occasions, and he had saved quite a few lives in the process, but he knew something else, “Bosco, even you’ve ran into burning buildings without any protective gear. So don’t try to turn me into the super hero here. You’re the one who has made it their life mission to kick all the bad guy’s asses, and to save as many people as possible as long as you look good in the process.”

Bosco slammed his knuckles into the stop button causing the lift to come to a screeching halt somewhere between the fourth and fifth floors, “I am so sick of your shit Doherty. Let’s do this now. We’ve been threatening each other for years, let’s do it.”

“Bosco calm down before you hurt yourself.”

“You are really pissing me off Doherty.”

“I thought you wbornborn pissed off Boscorelli. Don’t blame me for your sorry ass attitude.”

“That’s it. Your ass is mine. I’m not a cop right now, so don’t be afraid to hit me.” He followed that statement with the removal of his belt which held his handcuffs and gun. He then took the badge off his shirt and placed it in his pocket. “See? I’m not a cop, so let’s do this Doherty. You’ve always wanted to put me in my place, so let’s see if you can do it smart ass!”

“All right Bosco. You want it? I can dish it out, but my ass will not be yours; yours will be mine.” He rushed at the shorter, yet muscular cop who had tested every last nerve he had throughout the eight years they had known each other. He threw him up against the side of elevator enjoying the moan of pain that escaped Bosco’s mouth. He enjoyed the feel of the smaller man squirming in his grip trying to escape it. However, it wasn’t long before Bosco’s cop training took over and he hit Jimmy hard in the skull with both his hands. Jimmy immediately released Bosco and grabbed his head in pain.

Bosco looked at the man, who was in apparent agony, and he thought about giving him a chance to recover, but he knew that the larger Doherty had an advantage in size, and he couldn’t allow himself to get pinned like that again. He rushed at the man dropping both of them down to the floor of the elevator. They wrestled for a time until Jimmy managed to get Bosco on his stomach. He held him down with his knees and with a forearm on his upper back. He reached back and grabbed Bosco’s handcuffs as quietly as possible. He knew that he could get in some serious hot water if Bosco pressed charges, but he was willing to take the chance that Bosco would like what he was getting ready to do.

“Are you ready for me to knock you down a notch Bosco?”

“You and what army Doherty?”

Jimmy smiled and proceeded with his mission. He had watched enough arrests to know how to handcuff someone. He grabbed Bosco’s left arm roughly and cuffed it before Bosco could register what was happening.

“No! Don’t do that you fucking asshole!”

“Who’s going to stop me Bosco?” He grabbed Bosco’s other arm despite the protest and he cuffed the two arms together. “Like I said, your ass is mine,” he squeezed the two firm globes in his hands brutally hard making Bosco moan once again in pain.

“Doherty, you are really pushing it man. I know you have a hard time controlling your dick, but I don’t exactly have the right equipment.”

Jimmy reached under Bosco’s pants and unbuckled the police belt. “Oh, these will do just fine,” he said reaching down into Bosco’s pants grabbing his balls gently.

“Someone is going to walk in on you doing this Doherty. The elevator won’t stop forever.”

Jimmy turned Bosco over roughly, pulled off his shoes, and yanked off his uniform pants and sexy black boxer briefs. He was glad not to see “whitey-tighties” on the little firecracker. The boy sure had a temper, and he knew that if Bosco didn’t enjoy the next few minutes; there would be hell to pay later.

Jimmy stared down at the half-naked cop who had his hands handcuffed behind his back, and all he wanted to do was lick him over every inch of his body, but he knew that Bosco was right. They didn’t have all night on the stopped elevator.

“Normally, I would take my time doing this Bosco, even though you don’t deserve it, but we have to get this show on the road before the repairmen show up to investigate the elevator.” He grabbed the smaller man and made him stand. He pushed him back towards the wall and proceeded to lift him up onto the narrow railing that ran around the elevator.

“I wouldn’t complain if we didn’t get this show on the road Doherty. You can stop this now, and I won’t press charges.”

“Press charges for what,” he whispered into Bosco’s ear.

“Well let’s see, assaulting an officer?”

“You said you weren’t a cop right now,” he teased licking Bosco’s neck.

“Okay, rape then.”

“How can it be rape when the so-called victim has wanted my cock for years?”

Bosco began struggling in earnest again. The position was not comfortable on his backside, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to take it up the ass without a fight. His hand-cuffed hands found the ledge and he held on for dear life as Jimmy pulled his ass of the ledge and closer to his crotWithWith one hand he held Bosco up, and with the other he unzipped his pants and pulled out his massively large cock, and he shoved his pants down to his knees. Bosco looked at fear at the large phallus and feared for the pain that was to come.

“I’m right aren’t I? You’ve always wanted this cock haven’t you? You’ve always been jealous of those girls I fuck. That’s why you always fight with me. You’re trying to cover up your desires, but I’m not going to let you hide them anymore. We’re both going to stop playing games. I want you to submit to them and to me. Tell me you want this, and you got it. I’m not going to take you if you don’t give me permission.”

Bosco watched Jimmy stroking his own cock. The pre-cum was glistening, and licked his lips wondering what the cock would feel like inside him. He had always wanted Jimmy, and he had always wanted Jimmy to be in charge. On the streets he was the bad ass, but with Jimmy he wanted to not be in control.

“You want to fuck me like all those other sluts don’t you?”

“What’s wrong with that baby? I want you. Do you want me?” He reached into his back pocket and showed Bosco a condom, “Why let this go to waste?”

Bosco closed his eyes in shame, but he whispered, “Take me Jimmy.”

Jimmy smiled widely, tore open the wrapper with his teeth, and slipped the condom on his hard dick. “I’m sorry I can’t prepare you better, but under the circumstances, that is impossible to do.”

He stuck three fingers inside Bosco’s mouth. He eagerly sucked and soaked them, and Jimmy shoved them inside his tight hole. He only had time for a couple of quick thrusts, but Bosco appreciated the attention. The fingers were quickly replaced by Jimmy’s thick long cock. Bosco held on tightly to the railing with his hand-cuffed hands as Jimmy pulled him farther from the wall. The fireman pounded into the cop relentlessly never stopping for a moment. They had no time to spare for kissing or sucking, but they knew thaere ere would be time for that stuff later in a different location. This was all about acting on impulse, and doing what they had both wanted to do for years.

Jimmy held Bosco’s ass in his hands while he fucked him like there wasn’t a tomorrow. He could here their thighs slapping hard up against each other, and they were both shaking from the physical strain, but it felt so good to be inside this man. It had been worth every fight, and it was sure as hell worth the wait.

“Bosco, I’m going to cum baby, “Jimmy delivered a few more hard thrusts before he erupted inside the condom. He reached down and gave Bosco’s cock a few strokes causing his milky spunk to come gushing out over his hand. He gently placed Bosco’s feet back on the ground, and he gave him one long kiss before he took the cuffs off.

Just as the cuffs were removed and the clothing replaced, the elevator lurched into motion. Bosco finished tucking his shirt ints pas pants, and he wrapped the belt back around his narrow hips. He placed his badge back on his shirt, wiped the sweat off his brow and face, and simply smiled.

“Did you want me to keep these for next time?” Jimmy teased twirling the cuffs on his index finger.

Bosco smiled and yanked the cuffs away from Jimmy, “Who says there will be a next time Doherty?”

Neither spoke another word as the door opened up on the ninth floor, but they both knew that there would be a next time, and that thought plastered a smile on both of their faces, causing them for just a few minutes, to forget about all of the death and sickness surrounding them.

The End