Title:Remy & Lightning: The Big Easy
Author/pseudonym:R.A. Swain
Fandom:The Big Easy
Paring: Officer McSwain/The District Attorney
Rating:NC-17
Status: New
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Disclaimers: The characters are not my property. They are used without permission, and are used for the sole intent of entertainment and not for profit. Note other disclaimers at beginning of story.
Notes: None
Summary:A hot southern, summer night. A tattoo and a challenge. Remy gets it on with Lightening and C.D. Catches them
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If you are under the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it is illegal for you to possess it. If you read beyond this point, you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and that it is legal for you to possess adult oriented material.
This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults, homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material willing.
This is a fantasy containing characters from popular television culture.
Remy & Lightning:
The Big Easy
By R.A. Swain
Remy looked across his desk at Lightening, the District Attorney of New Orleans. It was late, well after 2 AM, on a misty,muggy, summer night. "Hey, Lightening. How come they call you that?" He asked, shifting in his seat.
"You'll never know, McSwain," the District Attorney answered, as he shuffled some papers. "Man, it is hot in here." He had already taken off his jacket, rolled up his shirtsleeves, and loosened his tie and two collar buttons. A small patch of blond hair peaked over the third button.
"Come on, Lightening, tell me about your nickname," Remy pressed. It had been a long day working on a case that wouldn't do much for either man's career. He had taken off his shirt and was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, and chinos. He'd kicked off his loafers hours ago and propped his light brown socked feet up on his desk.
"Why?" Lightening asked.
Remy shrugged. "I'm just tryin' to be neighborly. You don't like me much, do you?"
Lightening put down the file he was working on, ran a hand through his short cropped blond hair and looked across the desk at Remy. "I don't like or dislike you. I work with you. Should I have any other feelings for you, it would be inappropriate for a District Attorney."
"Aw hell, Lightening," Remy swore. "Can't you lighten up just a little. I like you. Even though most of the guys say you're a stuck up yuppie wannabe, I think you've got a okay side to ya."
Lightening leaned back in his chair. "Do the officers you work with really think I'm a yuppie wannabe?"
Remy smiled. "That's the nicest thing some have said."
Lightening looked hurt, but quickly shrugged it off. "I can be just as relaxed as the next guy. It's just this job. Being District Attorney is not something for a man in my position to take lightly," he said. He took note of Remy's feet propped up on the desk. He kicked his shoes off and matched Remy's position, propping his own feet up.
"So, come on, tell me, why do they call you Lightening?" Remy asked again.
Lightening leaned forward again. "It sure is hot in here." He looked down at the stack of papers on the desk.
"If you're hot take that tie and shirt off," Remy suggested.
Lightening looked around the empty squad room. Budget cutbacks had left them alone and short handed on night shifts. "I can't do that. How would it look if someone walked in and found the District Attorney sitting here bare chested?"
"Suit yourself," Remy said, leaning forward and peeling off his T-shirt, revealing a muscular chest covered in fine dark hair.
"McSwain, what do you think you're doing?" Lightening asked.
"Coolin' off. And stop callin' me McSwain. It reminds me of my third grade teacher, Miss Pritchard. She was always callin' me McSwain. My name's Remy." He stood up and walked around the desk to Lightning's side. "It sure is a lot cooler already."
Lightening glanced up at Remy and back at the paperwork in front of him. His eyes strayed back to the fine hairs on Remy's stomach. "It feels warmer in here to me."
Remy sat in the suspects chair by the side of the desk. "It's only you and me. Get comfortable, Lightning."
Lightening glanced around the empty squad room again, and then back at Remy's challenging eyes. He began undoing the third fourth and fifth buttons of his shirt, tugging it from his sweaty chest. He too revealed a muscular chest. Only his was covered with thick blond hair. "Better?"
Remy eyed him. "Only if you're comfortable," he replied.
Lightning nodded. "I am, Remy."
Remy smiled at the use of his name. "So, now why do they call you Lightening?"
"All right. You win. If I tell you can we drop it and get some work done?"
"Okay."
"I've got a tattoo of a lightening bolt."
Remy smiled. "And here I thought it was because you was fast as lightening in the sack."
Lightening ignored the last remark. " Can we get down to work now?"
Remy stood up and started back around the desk. He stopped. "Were is it?"
"Where's what?" Lightening asked.
"You know, your tattoo?" Remy eyeballed his torso. "I don't see it."
"It's not some place you could see it." Lightening picked up a file and opened it.
"Lemme see it?"
"No way!"
"Aw, come on. I'll show you my gator, if you show me your lightening bolt."
"No."
Remy was quiet for a moment. "Where do you have this tattoo?" He asked after a moment.
Lightening threw down the file. "It's on my member, if you must know."
Remy burst into laughter. "No?! Really? Come on, show me?"
Lightening stood up. "I can't."
"Why not? We're both guys."
"You can't really notice it unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless I'm hard. Okay, I've said it. Now, can we please get back to work?" Lightening reseated himself.
Remy looked across the desk. "Come on, Lightening, show it too me. I've just gotta see it," he said with a school boy quality to his voice.
Lightening leaned back in his chair. "I ain't gonna whip my pecker out in the middle of the squad room for you to ogle. Besides, I doubt I can get it hard with another guy watchin'."
Remy stood up. "We can go into the interrogation room," he said.
Lightening looked at Remy's bare chest and noticed a slight bulge in his chinos. "Officer McSwain, if I indulge your little challenge here, will you remember I'm your boss, and do what I tell you to do?"
Remy nodded. Lightening stood up and followed Remy to the interrogation room. The overhead lights were brighter, and sweat glistened on both mens bare chests. Lightening closed the door and locked it. He stood in front of Remy and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the button and pulled his zipper down. Next he stepped out of his suit pants and stood there in his light blue cotton boxer shorts. In one swift move he shed his shorts and stood completely naked. A hairy crotch surrounded a small penis.
"Officer, " he addressed Remy. "Get yourself naked."
Remy looked into his brown eyes and obeyed his command, shedding his chinos, revealing the absence of underwear. Both men, wearing only socks, stood facing each other. Remy grabbed his cock and began stroking it.
"Remy, I need some help gettin' myself goin', if you know what I mean," Lightening said. "Officer, help your District Attorney. Get your mouth on my meat."
Remy fell to his knees and obliged his boss. His tongue licked the length of the shaft, which rapidly grew to three times its present size. Remy marveled at the softness of the skin, yet the firmness of the cock against his burning lips. He parted his lips and took the whole seven inches into his mouth, nuzzling his nose against the blond pubic hair of the District Attorney.
Lightening moaned. "Oh, Remy. You're so good, man. Lick my balls."
Remy moved back from his position and paused. "I'll be damned! You do have a lightening bolt tattooed on your dick." Remy leaned in and began licking along the underside of his shaft to his furry balls; his hands kneading Lightning's firm ass. As he worked his tongue around the furry ball sack and moved his fingers into the hot area around Lightning's soft hot hole, Lightening guided Remy's head back. He looked down into his eyes and leaned down, their lips touching.
Remy greedily thrust his tongue into Lightning's willing mouth. When their lips parted Lightening opened his eyes. "I've just gotta have me some detective tail tonight. Officer, bend over that interrogation table. I wanna eat you hot ass, and then plow it," Lightening said.
Remy's eyes lit up. "Yes sir." He stood up and leaned across the table.
Lightening knelt behind Remy, spreading his ass cheeks with his hands, leaning in he began to tongue him around the puckered mound. Soon he was standing behind Remy. He spit into his hand and lubed his throbbing cock. Slowing rubbing the tip against Remy's begging hole he began to enter him. Remy moaned. Inch by inch he slid into the police detective, until their hairy balls were rubbing against each other.
Remy gripped the edge of the table as Lightening began thrusting faster, and reached under Remy to grip his growing cock. With each thrust, Lightening stroked Remy's steely cock. Faster and faster, until there balls were literally slapping against one another, they fucked.
"I'm gonna cum!" Lightening shouted. He thrust several more times, and pulled out, grasping his cock and shooting his creamy legal load across Remy's tight buttocks. Remy stood up and leaned his naked body back against Lightning's hairy torso.
Lightening wrapped his arms around Remy and then jerked him off, stroking his cock until it shot a load across the interrogation table. Remy slumped back down across the table, Lightening on top of him for a moment. When they regained their composure, Lightening stood up. "Ah, Remy, er, what we just did..."
"Was wonderful....." A voice clamored over the intercom.
Lightening and Remy froze. Remy was the first to speak. "C.D. Is that you?" He looked at the two way mirror against the wall.
Both men had a look of terror in their eyes. They exchanged glances. "C. D. we can explain this," Remy said.
They heard the interrogation room door being unlocked and C.D. LeBeaux, Chief of New Orleans Police, Remy's uncle by marriage, and a big bear of a man, entered the room. "I can explain it too," he said.
Lightening and Remy stood frozen in the interrogation room, naked except for their socks, having just engaged in intense sex, now they were face with being discovered by Police Chief C. D. Lebeaux, Remy's boss, and uncle by marriage. "You young bucks don't think an old man like me can appreciate the desires of the fraternal flesh, do ya?" C. D. said.
Remy glanced at Lightening. "Well, Sir, it isn't that we do think you could understand it," Remy said.
"We just never thought of you in that way," Lightning added.
C. D. glared at him. Remy spoke up. "What Lightening means is we have too much respect for a man of your position to dare to think of you as anything more than perfect. Right Lightening?"
Lightening nodded. He was beginning to feel very uncomfortable as C. D. continued to stare at him. The older man approached him, reaching out and running his fingers over his hairy chest. Lightening froze once again, only the feel of the weathered hands on his chest created a reaction in his cock, causing it to start to stiffen once again.
C. D. cleared his throat. "The sight of two fine young bucks like yourselves brings back many memories of dalliances I too engaged in, in my youth."
"You?" Remy asked.
"Yes me," C. D. answered. "You young men don't have the market cornered on raw passion." He allowed his hand to wander lower across Lightening chest and stomach, stopping just above his growing cock. "Do I do that to you, boy?"
Lightening looked down at his hardened member. His lightening bolt tattoo thrusting upward. His face reddened. "Yes Sir, you did. I'm sorry Sir. I assure you it isn't a sign of disrespect."
"I'm not taking it as such."
"What are you going to do about Remy and me?" Lightening asked, wishing his still rock hard cock would relax.
"Do?"
"Yeah," Remy joined in. "What exactly are you gonna do about what you caught us doing tonight? Are we in any trouble?"
C.D. smiled. He walked back across the room and relocked the interrogation room door. "You boys have violated several codes of conduct for officers of the court. You, Mr. District Attorney, have ventured into an area from which there is no return."
Lightening paled, yet his cock persisted in reaching skyward. "Are you gonna get me fired?"
C.D. laughed. "Hardly. You're one of the finest D.A.'s we've got. Occasionally you do underestimate the power of the police whom you ride rough shot over, such as you rode Remy's fine ass earlier. But I think getting you fired would serve no purpose. As would seeing my young, hot assed nephew here out of work."
Remy felt himself blushing slightly and moved over next to Lightening. "C.D. just what are you getting at?"
"I'm getting at a compromise. Instead of reporting you boys, I'm gonna take your punishment into hand right now." He stood up and reached for his belt.
"God, he's gonna whup us," Lightening said.
"No I'm not," C.D. corrected him, opening his belt and undoing his pants. His slacks dropped to the floor and he pulled down his white cotton boxer shorts, revealing a stubby, yet very hard, cock. "I think the D.A. should show some respect here for the Chief of Police. I want some oral respect," he said, leaning back against the table in the middle of the room.
Lightening looked at Remy again. "I, ER, ah, I never done this before," he said.
"Man, after what you and I just did, if all's we gotta do is blow him--"
"That ain't all you'll be doing, Officer McSwain," C.D. interjected. "See, now while Lightening here is bent over showin' me the respect I deserve, you'll be givin' him a little of what he gave to you."
Lightening started to speak, but Remy spoke first. "You mean I get to fuck his hot ass?"
C.D. nodded. "Now you boys get into your positions, if you wanna keep you career positions."
Lightening looked at Remy. "Go easy on me. I'm a virgin."
"Hot damn! I'm gonna get your cherry. Don't worry, Lightening ol' buddy, you'll love it," Remy said.
"Enough jabbering," C.D. said. "Remy, start eatin' his ass, while he eats me."
Lightening bent over the table, facing C.D.'s growing cock. "Here goes," he mumbled. His lips tentatively touched the tip of the stubby cock, and then he began tonguing it, licking the shaft down to the balls. C.D. had big beefy balls, obviously full of cum, and sweet to the tongue. Lightening found himself getting into it when he felt Remy's tongue beginning to explore his ass.
Remy peered up over Lightening for a moment, and then spread his hot ass cheeks and dove right in with his tongue, licking the tight pink puckered hole. Even Smily hadn't tasted like this. It was different, yet exciting. He felt his cock growing at the thought of fucking Lightening. This was gonna be fun, he thought.
"Oh yes!" C.D. exclaimed. He pushed Lightening back and stood up. "Remy you get your cock in that DA ass now, boy." He stroked himself as he watched Remy obey his command, standing behind Lightening and slowly inserting his burning cock into the hot waiting hole.
Lightening gritted his teeth, waiting for the pain to stop. He felt Remy's balls rubbing against his own, and then the throbbing pain stopped and he suddenly wanted to be fucked by Remy. "Do it, man. Fuck me, hard."
C.D. moved behind Remy, pushing him into Lightening and spreading Remy's ass cheeks. He spit on Remy's waiting hole. Remy realized what was going to happen. He knew, C.D. had every intention of fucking him while he fucked Lightening. In an instance, C.D. worked his freshly sucked cock into Remy's waiting ass. His thrusting propelled Remy into Lightening.
Lightening moaned. He felt someone's hand encircling his steely cock, and knew it was C.d.'s As C.D. thrust into Remy, and Remy thrust into Lightening, C.D. stroked Lightening. The Three men thrust and stroked in unison until C.D. could take it no longer.
"Oh God!" He exclaimed, as he pulled out of Remy's tight ass and shot his load over the muscular butt. The feeling of C.d.'s cum hitting his butt caused Remy to climax, pulling out of Lightening and shooting a creamy load over Lightning's butt and back. Lightening stood and turned, facing Remy and C.D., stroking his rock hard cock until it shot out over Remy's waning nightstick.
"Oh man! That was the hottest sex I've had in a long time," Remy exclaimed. He and Lightening leaned on each other for support.
C.D. dressed as the two younger men stood panting. "You boys will be required to pay me a probationary call once a month for the next year as part of this arrangement," he said.
Lightening and Remy looked at C.D. "Yes Sir, with pleasure," they said in unison.
As the two me began dressing, Remy turned to Lightening. "Hey, buddy. How'd you like to get together with me and my friend Smily sometime. We play a mean game of strip poker."
Lightening smiled as he walked over to Remy and put his bare arm on Remy's naked shoulder. He reached down in front of Remy and gave his cock a squeeze through his trousers. "Man, if I'd have known you was this hot, this would've happened a long time ago. As for Smily, how's about this Saturday night at my apartment?"
Remy pulled Lightening against his bare chest. "Man, we'll be there."
The End