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Summary:  Written for the "Baby, It's Cold Outside" challenge on Slash-writers list, which was to write a story "where one of your characters is trying to convince the other to stay the night - Object Seduction. You don't have to use any of the lyrics, and it doesn't even have to be because it's snowing outside - it could be raining, late at night, or whatever you want to use as a plausible reason for the First Character to want to convince the Second Character to stay."  In this case, Dominic sets out to seduce Bobby and things kind of get turned around.

Note for the half dozen people who've seen the full run of this show: This takes place in Season 1, early enough that Bobby has not met Gwen Marquetti yet, so there's much less angst than one usually expects.

Thanks to Lori J for a fantastic beta.  Any remaining mistakes are probably the other one's fault, depending on which one of us you ask. ;-)

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Dominic drained another glass of scotch, savoring the smoky sharp flavor on his tongue.  His shoulders twitched slightly and he let out his breath slowly as the liquor loosened him up.  He could feel the faint tingle of unfocused arousal as he turned to take a long survey of the bar.  There were a couple guys playing pool that he didn't know, a couple guys drinking that he didn't like, and a few women that didn't catch his interest.  He thought his options over for a second.  He could stay and keep drinking here where nothing was happening, or he could go home and keep drinking where nothing was happening, but he could kick his shoes off and put his feet up.  No contest.  He settled his tab and walked outside into a cold drizzle.

Patting his pockets did not turn up his keys.  He put his hands on his hips and scowled at his car, wishing the Jeep Cherokee would just unlock and start itself.  Blinking water droplets out of his eyes, he searched his pockets one more time and then groaned.  He'd handed over his keys to the bartender half an hour ago.  He could go back and ask since he wasn't completely loaded, but he knew he'd get turned down since he wasn't strictly sober either.

"Dominic?"  His name came from somewhere behind him, and Dominic turned to see Bobby Marlowe coming down the street.  "Hey, I thought that was you.  Are you coming or going?"

"Hey, Bobby."  Dominic tucked his shirttails in a little better and tried to straighten his appearance a bit as he went to meet Bobby with a handshake.  "I was just going to catch a cab and head on home."  He tilted his head back toward the cop bar.  "It's pretty quiet tonight."

"Oh?"  Bobby nodded and shrugged.  "Well, I guess there's no reason for me to go in then.  You, uh...you wanna ride home?"

"Nah, that's okay.  I can--" The rain picked that moment to start falling with much more vigor and purpose.  That purpose apparently being to soak every inch of him as quickly as possible.  The trickle down the back of his neck felt particularly icy, so he tilted the collar of his suit coat up and cursed the trench coat he'd stupidly left at his office.  Stupid because rain was always a possibility in Vancouver, but he was smart enough to take advantage of the opportunity fate threw his way.  He nodded his head slightly.  "I could use a ride.  Thanks, Bobby."

Bobby shot him an odd little half smile and led the way to his car.  Once inside, he turned the heat on high and Dominic sighed as the warmth enveloped him.  He laid his head back against the seat and gave Bobby directions to his apartment.

After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and looked over at Bobby.  He was looking pretty good these days...no, make that *damn* good.   Heat flashed in Dominic's belly then moved south to settle in his groin.  He looked out the windshield, concentrating on the cadence of the windshield wipers, but that lasted mere seconds, his gaze returning to crawl slowly over Bobby's entire body.  Dominic flicked his tongue over his suddenly dry lips and said, "Haven't seen you in a while.  Been keeping out of trouble?"

Bobby grinned and slowed to a rolling stop, looked both ways, and then turned onto Dominic's street.  "Mostly.  You?"

"Oh, you know how it is.  Trouble finds me no matter how hard I don't look for it."

"I've heard."  Bobby peered through the windshield as Dominic pointed out his building.  "You don't do anything quietly, do you?"

Dominic suddenly thought that the last few weeks since Michaela had dumped him had been very lonely, and Bobby might be a good remedy for that.  "Not if it's worth screaming--or at least moaning loudly--over."  He held his breath and tried not to smirk, wondering if Bobby had caught that.

Bobby pulled into a parking space and shut off the engine.  "I was referring to getting your name in the papers and on the evening news."

Dominic snorted.  "Oh *that*.  Don't get me started."  It still pissed him off that he had fought to keep the Charlie Josephs case going and he had been the one to make the connection between Josephs' father and the missing girl, and generally busted his ass trying to get to the truth.  Only to have Jimmy and Regan take all the credit in their self-congratulatory little press conference.  He shook it off and asked, "You wanna come in for a drink?"

The rain was letting up a little, and Bobby turned his head to watch it for an eternal few seconds before answering.  "Maybe a quick one."
 
"Whatever you want."  Dominic agreed amiably as they dashed to the front door.

Once inside the building, Dominic unlocked his apartment door with the spare key he kept hidden nearby and ushered Bobby inside, then headed straight for the bathroom for towels.  Bobby's blond hair was plastered to his head and the front of his shirt was wet, and Dominic was even more soaked.  He brought Bobby a towel and exchanged it for his dripping jacket, which he took back to the bathroom with him.  After hanging up Bobby's jacket on the shower rod, he stripped down to his boxers, threw his wet clothes in a corner and slipped on his bathrobe.  Grabbing another towel, he went out to find Bobby still standing in the entrance hall, rubbing his hair with the towel.

"If you wanna take your shirt off and hang it up in the bathroom, it might dry out a little before you have to leave."

"Yeah, might not be a bad idea."  Bobby pulled at the buttons of his shirt and walked into the bathroom.

Dominic followed to ask if Bobby would prefer scotch or beer.  Then he remembered something.  "Oh wait, I don't have any beer.  Would you prefer scotch or...uh, scotch?"

"Umm...scotch is good.  Over ice would make it even better."  Hanging his shirt out next to his jacket on the shower rod, Bobby walked into the living room wearing just his white T-shirt, which was mostly dry except around the neck.  Somehow he managed to look unbearably sexy to Dominic, even with his damp hair sticking up at odd angles.  Dominic motioned him toward the sofa and went to the kitchen.

After filling a couple of glasses with ice, Dominic rummaged around in the cabinets until he found a half-empty bag of pretzels.  He started to dump some into a bowl, but decided the bag would be easier to carry, and besides, it wasn't like Bobby would care.  Guys didn't.  And he wouldn't apologize for not having anything better to offer.  Maybe if he had a woman for a guest, he'd worry about such things as whether there were dirty clothes on the bedroom floor, dishes in the sink, or a pile of newspapers by the sofa, because they notice *everything*.  He picked up the glasses in one hand and the bag and a bottle of J&B in the other, and went back into the living room.

Setting the things down on the coffee table, Dominic cracked open the bottle and poured a good three fingers worth of scotch into the glasses.  Handing one to Bobby, he went over to the stereo and started flipping through his CDs.  "Mind if I put on some music?"

"No, that's fine with me."  Behind him, Dominic could hear the crinkle of plastic, and then the crunching of pretzels and the rattle of ice against glass.  The inordinately noisy sounds seemed to echo the sizzle of his nerves--not that he was nervous exactly.  He was just uncomfortably aware that he had them, nerves that is.

Half the CDs seemed to be Gabriella's and not what he had in mind at all.  Finally he found one that was just right--warm jazz for a cold rainy night with a guy that was getting hotter and hotter the more Dominic looked at him.  And Dominic was definitely looking when he went over to sit beside him.  He'd known Bobby for years in the very casual way that he knew most of the cops he'd met on the job.  He'd always been aware that Bobby could be good looking in the same way that he knew that the sky was sometimes blue and grass was usually green.  But now, he was noticing a lot more.

He was noticing Bobby's mouth, how he had a little overbite and how red his lips still were from the cold, how his smile was sometimes a little crooked, but at other times was perfect.  He was noticing how Bobby had dimples that bracketed his mouth like an invitation to kiss.  He was noticing how blue Bobby's eyes were when he was amused, and how muscular Bobby looked in that T-shirt, with the sleeves that were just short and close-fitting enough to emphasize his biceps.  He was noticing how tight Bobby's dark grey pants were, and how he seemed to have a pretty good package in there.

But all Dominic said as he sat next to him and sipped at his drink was "So how'd you get that scar?  That's new, isn't it?"

Bobby raised one hand to the thin red curve on his cheek, then dropped it again quickly as if suddenly self-conscious.  He shrugged and picked up his drink again.  "It was nothing.  Kinda embarrassing."

"Ah, come on, Bobby," he said, encouragingly.  "You can tell me."

Bobby looked away and mumbled something that Dominic couldn't quite catch, so he took advantage of the opportunity to move over a little on the sofa.  He leaned in close enough to be swamped by Bobby's rain-washed scent, and asked, "What was that again?"

Bobby turned back to him and raised one almost delicately arched eyebrow.  He carefully enunciated each word.  "I said, a guy threw a cat at me."

Dominic snickered and refilled Bobby's glass, adding a little more liquor this time.  "And he did this because...?"

"I was trying to arrest him."  Bobby drank half of the contents of his glass and started to visibly relax.  "And I did.  I also added assaulting an officer and resisting arrest to his charges.  If I'd thought that a charge of animal cruelty would have stuck, I'd have hit him with that too.  Unfortunately, the cat didn't seem too bothered about being used as a weapon."

Fighting the urge to laugh, Dominic went to top off Bobby's glass, but Bobby put his hand out.  "No, I need to get going soon."

"You probably shouldn't drive anyway, so what's one more going to hurt?"

"I have to work in the morning, and I don't want to be hung over."

"You want me to make some coffee?"

"Nah, I should get going."

"Ah come on, Bobby, it's no trouble."  Dominic smiled as sincerely as he could while the mental picture of him undressing Bobby danced in his head.  "A cup of coffee or two will warm you up and sober you up.  Then you can go...if you want to."  Dominic went over to the window and pulled back a curtain.  "Wow, would you look how it's coming down now?  It's a real gutter-washer."

Bobby got up and walked over to the window.  Putting one hand on the sill right next to Dominic's hip, he leaned in close and stared out until his breath fogged up the glass too much to see.  He turned his head and pinned Dominic with a look, speaking in a low tone.  "Yeah, it's really coming down.  Don't wanna go out in that, do I?"  A sudden clap of thunder punctuated his words then rolled and echoed off into the night.

Dominic felt his body starting to respond both to Bobby's closeness and that dark, sexy voice.  His blood simmered and his mouth went dry.   If Bobby touched him right now, he'd go up in flames.  He cleared his throat.  "So then...I'll just go make that coffee."

"I don't want any."  Bobby stared at him intently, not smiling or blinking or even visibly breathing.

Dominic tightened the belt on his robe without really meaning to, and smiled nervously.  Bobby couldn't--  It couldn't be this easy, could it?  "Yeah.  Why ruin a good buzz, right?"

"Yeah."  And then Bobby did smile, very slowly as if he might change his mind at any second.  He looked around the room contemplatively.  "Low lights, soft music, decent scotch...if I didn't know better I'd say the scene was set for seduction and Mother Nature was playing along."

Dominic let the curtain fall back into place.  "Yeah?  What makes you think you know better?"

"Well, you do come off as the poster boy for heterosexuality."

There was something odd in Bobby's tone and inscrutable in his expression that prompted Dominic to ask, "Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?"

Bobby smiled and tilted his head in sharp gesture that wasn't quite a nod.  "Just an observation."

"I just got...  The woman I was seeing got back with her husband.  Without telling me.  I found out when he answered her phone."  Dominic leaned against the window frame, intensely aware of the less than eighteen inches of space separating him and Bobby.  "Maybe it's time to try something different."

"And I seem to fit the bill because...?"

"Well, you do come off as the poster boy for indeterminate sexuality."  Dominic shrugged and flashed Bobby a half smile.  "Just an observation."

"I'm not insulted.  But I've always thought I come off pretty straight."  His gaze slid down the opening of the robe over Dominic's chest before returning to meet his eyes.

His own gaze drawn helplessly to Bobby's mouth, Dominic just had to ask,  "Are you?"

"Not completely, but then you already knew that, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't *know* anything.  I just suspected...hoped."

Bobby skimmed one hand down the lapel of Dominic's robe, the edge of his thumb slipping off the fabric and onto naked skin, a barely-there touch that sent sizzles though Dominic's chest.  He had to force himself to focus on Bobby's voice, on Bobby's lips forming words that seemed both satisfied and amused.  "Guess you're a little bent too, then."

Dominic flicked his tongue over his bottom lip, wondering if Bobby was actually taking this rather lame seduction attempt and turning it around.  He stopped wondering or thinking much of anything at all for a stunned moment when Bobby tightened his grip on a handful of his robe and used it to tug Dominic closer.  He closed his eyes right before they crossed and parted his lips as Bobby's mouth settled on his.

The taste of Bobby's mouth exploded on his tongue, equal parts salt and scotch and fire, and Dominic lapped it up before Bobby pulled away with another of those slight smiles that seemed to say nothing but suggest everything.

"You wanted something different?  Looks like I'm your man."  Before Dominic could formulate an answer, Bobby moved back in for another kiss as his hands swept down Dominic's chest.

Not only was Bobby falling for the seduction, he was quickly turning it around.  Dominic thought that Bobby could seduce him into doing anything at all just with kisses.

Soon, Dominic realized he was being propelled across the living room.  He didn't care.  He just concentrated on kissing Bobby, running his tongue over Bobby's tongue, moving his hands up and down to caress his back.  Bobby could take him anywhere right now and he'd go along.

Dominic let Bobby push him backward to land sprawled across the couch.  Bobby knelt before him, that half smile on his face as he slowly undid Dominic's robe and caressed his thighs.  Bobby touched him gently at first then more forcefully, strong enough to send his arousal skyward.

He wanted to do something, needed to reciprocate the pleasure given to him, but found himself just lying there as Bobby skimmed his hands up his legs to his chest, brushing the robe open.  Bobby's fingers caressed Dominic's chest hair, making lazy circles, which got bigger and bigger until they brushed his nipples, sending a bolt of fire down to his cock.

A choked little sound escaped the back of Dominic's throat as Bobby concentrated on his nipples, caressing, squeezing and pinching them.  This was his sweet spot and he had to grapple with his control.  His cock was getting harder and harder, and he was finding it difficult to breathe with Bobby's tongue in his mouth.  Finally, he broke free, panting for breath.

He looked up at Bobby, at the determination on his face.  Dominic had started this, but Bobby was surely going to end it.

"Are you okay?"  Bobby asked solicitously, as if assuring Dominic's continued cooperation.  "Is this good?"

"Fantastic," Dominic assured him.  "You?"

"Terrific," Bobby agreed as he dipped his head down to Dominic's neck.

"Mmm..."  Dominic tilted his head back against a throw pillow, offering his throat to Bobby's mouth.  "'s wonderful."

"Sensational."  The way Bobby drew the word out, all rich and sibilant against his skin, made Dominic lose all interest in talking. Bobby raised his head, his tongue resting between his teeth, as if he had forgotten it there after he spoke.  Dominic reached up and brought Bobby's mouth to his own, needing to taste him again.  As they kissed, Bobby's hands moved lower, teasing and stroking with a firm yet gentle touch.

Bobby removed Dominic's boxer shorts and started stroking the inside of his thighs.  He drew a moan from Dominic by simply cupping his balls in one warm hand and squeezing lightly.

Then Bobby's mouth was gone from Dominic's and was licking a path down his chest.  He teased Dominic's ultra-sensitive nipples with his tongue and sucked them into his mouth where he nibbled on them.  His thumbs kneaded the inside of Dominic's thighs, brushing his sac and sending sparks all through him.  When Dominic was a writhing, gasping mess, he licked a path down his body to his cock.

If Dominic thought Bobby's tongue was heaven inside his mouth, it felt even better licking up the side of his cock.  He reached down and caressed the damp hair on Bobby's head.  He played with the surprisingly soft strands, rubbing them between his fingers, as he watched Bobby go down on him, sucking up his cock, caressing his balls with his fingers.

Damn it, this wasn't going to last long, especially if he watched. True to his thought, a few minutes later, he felt that familiar tingle at the base of his balls.

"I'm gonna..."

Dominic arched up off the couch, moaning as he came, filling Bobby's mouth.  He was surprised Bobby didn't back off, but swallowed.  He closed his eyes and licked his lips. He hadn't had a blow job that good since...

Suddenly, two strong hands pulled him to his feet and pushed him toward the short hallway leading off of the living room.

"Where's the bedroom?"

Dominic nodded in the general direction of a door and was pushed through into the room.  He leaned against his dresser, lightheaded and trying to catch his breath.  Bobby was talking to him and it took him a second to comprehend what he was saying.

"Lube.  You *do* have condoms and lube, don't you?"

"What?  Yeah, yeah, I do."  Dominic shook his head and swallowed.  Bobby gestured as if to say "yeah, and."  Dominic shivered and thought of reminding Bobby that he'd just come, he'd been drinking, and hey guess what?  He wasn't exactly a teenager anymore.  However, all that came out was "But...but...I...and you...I just..."

Bobby stood in front of him with that damn look on his face again, apparently reading Dominic's mind.  Then he smiled and ran a finger down Dominic's chest, making him shiver some more.  "You don't have to do any of the work.  I'll make sure you enjoy yourself."

Bobby's voice was all dark confidence and liquid sex, and it was almost enough to set Dominic off all on its own. It was a good thing he was leaning against the dresser, because that nearly knocked him on his ass. He knew that this was going to happen-- hell, he'd instigated it-- but he hadn't really thought about how it would happen until now.

"You want to do this?" Bobby asked.

"'Course I do."  Dominic almost snapped from embarrassment that his uncertainty had shown on his face.

Bobby grinned and started to get undressed.  He quickly discarded his clothes on the floor and went back to Dominic, pressing himself up against him, kissing him hard.  Pulling him away from the dresser, Bobby slipped the robe from Dominic's shoulders.

Still kissing, they started their slow dance toward the bed, Bobby's cock digging into Dominic's hip.  A thrill ran through Dominic as his own cock started to twitch and tingle.  He'd never had any trouble in this department before, but he hadn't gone more than one round with someone in a long time.  Michaela had never gotten him this wound up, that was for sure.  Oh lordy, he *was* bent.

When they reached the bed, Bobby lay down first so Dominic could have his way.  He leaned over Bobby, caressing his skin with his fingers, feeling the muscles underneath.  He could smell Bobby's scent salty, spicy and definitely male.

He tasted the same way.

Dominic licked down Bobby's neck and chest, still using his hands to reach anywhere and everywhere at the same time.  He quickly moved down to Bobby's cock, his fist around the base as his mouth descended upon the tip.  Swirling his tongue around the head, Dominic licked the bead of precome off the tip and swallowed.  He tried to take more in his mouth, but found he could only handle a couple of inches.

But he kept sucking and moving his hand up and down the base of Bobby's cock and Bobby seemed to like it.  He whispered encouragement and spread his legs wider, inviting further exploration and offering better access, which Dominic happily accepted.  But eventually he missed Bobby's mouth, so he left Bobby's cock and started kissing his way back to his mouth.

Bobby looked down at Dominic, smirking, lips swollen, eyes heavy lidded. "Where's this lube of yours?"

"In the drawer.  In the table, there."  Was that his voice sounding so deep and rough? Dominic wondered rather vaguely.

As Bobby reached for the supplies, Dominic reached over and grabbed a towel from a nearby chair and placed it on the bed they lay on top of it.  He wasn't going to wash sheets if he didn't have to.

Dominic lay on his back, pulled his knees up and spread them wide.  Was he still shivering from anticipation, the alcohol, or the cold that seeped under the windowsill from outside?  He didn't have time to analyze the thought further as cool fingers pressed against his ass.

Bobby probed with his fingers, cold and slick with lube, caressing and teasing until the slid inside.  Dominic sucked in his breath as he was breached, closing his eyes and letting the sensations overwhelm him.

Any reservations or fear that Dominic had left him right then and there.  He just lay there and let Bobby do this to him, and that was just fine.  For some reason, Bobby Marlowe had this power over him that made him roll over and show his belly.  His thoughts were cut short by something warm around his cock.  He looked down.  Bobby's mouth was on him again.

Sweat pricked all over Dominic's body, and his thighs started quivering.  Then Bobby stroked his prostate and arousal hit him like a Mack truck.  His cock and everything else below waist level ached with need.  In moments, he was a quivering mass of arousal and lust.  He wanted Bobby inside him and he wanted it now.

Bobby knew too, because Dominic heard the plastic of the condom's wrapper being opened then Bobby climbed on top of him, and with a slow move, he was inside, moving in and out.  The exquisite marriage of pleasure and pain coursing through Dominic's body nearly made him cry.  He hadn't felt this good, felt this damn aroused and wanting more in ages.  He moved his hips, keeping the rhythm, ensuring Bobby's cock hit that spot that sent sparks flying through his brain.

Bobby kissed him, swiping his tongue across his lips but pulling away much too soon.  Then Bobby wasn't inside him anymore and Dominic was being rolled over on to his front and pulled up on all fours.

Dominic's cock and balls hung heavily from his body, erect and full of blood for the second time this evening.  He moaned as Bobby entered him again, arching up to meet his thrust.  He continued to move with Bobby, sweat rolling down his back and off his face, grunting and moaning with every stroke.

Increasing his pace, Bobby plastered himself to Dominic's back and fucked him hard, his weight holding him in place, pushing Dominic's face into the pillow and drawing out all the responses that he thought he was too spent to feel.  Then a hand wrapped around Dominic's cock and pulled until he was coming, coming again for the second time that night onto the towel beneath him.

Moaning loudly, Dominic's knees gave way and he collapsed forward, totally blissed out and definitely spent.   Bobby's last frantic thrusts rocked him gently, then Dominic heard him moan as well. He winced as Bobby eased his cock free, missing his presence inside him.

Dominic didn't know how long they lay in a tangled heap, but soon he felt Bobby shift off him and opened one eye.  He felt as if he'd been through the wringer, exhausted, muscles sore, ass sore, but pleasantly so.  He rolled over onto his back and scrubbed his hand across his face, smiling a little to himself, not believing he came twice in such short time.  He fully blinked open his eyes and turned his head toward Bobby.

Bobby lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling with what looked like mild fascination. "Hey, Dominic, have you been to that new model train and ship museum?"

Dominic shook his head at the non sequitur, and answered slowly, "Uh...no, don't think so.  Where is it?"

"Granville Island.  It's pretty cool.  They've got one of the most realistic train displays I've ever seen.  The trees are beautiful, but the lakes and ponds are especially well done.  They're not just little silicone puddles--they have depth and definition."  Bobby turned his head to meet Dominic's eyes and smiled kind of sheepishly.  "I like trains."

"Sounds interesting."  Dominic yawned, wondering where this conversation had come from but willing to go with it.  "When I was a kid, I loved going down to the tracks and watching the trains.  I always wanted to ride on one, just hop on one of the boxcars and see where it would take me."

"Maybe we could go down to the museum sometime," said Bobby, offhandedly.

"Yeah sure, I'd like that, Bobby."  Dominic tilted his head toward the window and listened to the stillness.  "I think the storm has moved on."

Bobby sat up and stretched his arms over his head and cracked his neck.  "My clothes should be dry now, so I guess I should get going."  He found his shorts and pants on the floor and pulled them on.  "I gotta be at work at eight."

As much as he wanted to just roll over and go to sleep, Dominic knew he'd feel better in the morning if he showered tonight.  He forced himself out of the inviting softness of his bed.  While Bobby went to get his shirt and jacket, Dominic snagged his robe off the floor and slipped it on.  Kicking a discarded T-shirt or two out of his way, he walked out into the hallway.

When Bobby came back out and started putting his shoes on by the door, Dominic grinned at him and said, "Thanks for the workout."

Bobby smiled back and said, "No problem.  I had a great time."

Then he was gone and Dominic went into the bathroom to take his shower.

The End.

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