Erotic and indulgent shorts and fictions from the Getting In Deep series, starring Louis and Will. Not for young eyes. +18 only. Contains, soft vore, oral sex, loud sex, intimate moments, fluffy moments, pet names, snow days, playing house, whipp...
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Louis understood time had rules and scientific laws that others comprehended much better than him. He still cursed how time eluded him; tick-tocks vanishing like vapor when they were supposed to mark the hour, minute, second. Date. Even Reese occasionally messing with the insides of clocks and wristwatches at his desk hadn't been enough to give Louis warning that he was missing something in the cycle of the year.
But Louis figured something was wrong when Will brushed him off during a case that ate away at their free time and sleep.
"Can you get your own coffee?" snapped Will. "I need this report done yesterday."
Louis huffed and walked to the break room with his barren mug. He'd get a cup of tea for Will while he was at it, maybe then he'd cool off.
Of course the coffee maker was empty. No one else considered the caffeine needs of others. Barbarians.
He filled the coffee maker, and waited, eyeing the new signs HR had put up in the break room. He didn't know if they were supposed to be inspirational, or menacing.
Hang in there.
We are a TEAM!
Where were you five years ago? Where will you be five years from now?
Five years ago I was ending my tour, thought Louis. I would never have imagined doing this. Hell, three years ago I would never have imagined weekly shrink tests and going down my partner's throat on a regular basis.
The aroma of percolating coffee filled the break room, stimulating Louis memory.
And two years ago I was in...
And Louis remembered the event that started all the weirdness in his life. And a few of the good things too.
Two years and two days ago.
That was how long it had been since Louis and Will came to a whole new understanding with each other. And Louis plain forgot. No wonder Will had been acting as coarse as rock salt.
Anniversaries weren't something Louis did or thought about. Mostly because he hadn't been with anyone long enough to count anniversaries. But for Will...
Okay. I fucked up.
Louis grabbed a fresh cup of coffee and started the hot water for Will's tea.
New mission; unfuck up.
***
Louis didn't do romance often, but he could make it up on the fly. Will had to stay an hour late to run his report by Cetz and a few others. He could do something in the hour it took for Will to get back to his apartment.
Right?
Louis bought four packages of Peppermint patties and a leftover bouquet of tired daisies from a corner store. Flowers and chocolate, check. He let himself into Will's apartment with the spare key and laid a line of the individually wrapped mints from the door to the bedroom. He searched the far desk for the container full of the "dice geek" stuff. Bingo, a giant box full of fake tea lights. Romantic ambiance without the chance of a sudden fire. It was a good idea until he realized half the batteries in the lights were dead and he had to get more.
