Fandom:	Houston Knights
Series:	Other Authors
Rating:	NC-17
Pairing:	Joe/Levon
Archive:	Starwinder's
Title:	24-Hours
Author:	Etch
Standard Disclaimer: Houston Knights belongs to Jay Bernstein and Michael Butler and Columbia Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended. This is fan fiction, written out of love for the shows. I am making no money off this. I have no money so please don't sue me. Any original characters that may appear in these stories are the property of the author.

24-Hours
By Etch

Joey LaFiamma stood in front of Joanne Beaumont's desk and wafted patiently for her to finish her telephone conversation. Worry tinged his face. He always worried that some horrible hand was going to come out of nowhere and slap him down when the lieutenant called him into her office without

"Joe, that was the Chief. He's giving the four of you who worked on the Reynolds case the next twenty-four hours off. Now get your partner and get out of here before he changes his mind."

"Yes, ma'am!" Joey exclaimed, thankful for the time off no matter how short it was.

"Hey, Lundy! Forget about getting your work out. The Chief's just given the four of us who worked on the Reynolds case twenty-four hours off. Let's go!" Joey exclaimed, pushing his chair under his desk and strolling towards the door.

"A day off? We're out'a here!" Lundy responded, grabbing his jacket and Stetson.

"Got any plans?" Levon asked as the two walked in unison to the elevator.

Stepping into the elevator ahead of his partner, Joey waited until the door closed before he answered. "Any plans I have involve you, you know that, Lundy. Actually I was thinking about the last time we were in your hay loft... you know, about what you said... trying something new and different." Joey's head nodded up and down, eyes blazing fire.

"What I said?" Lundy quizzed as they left the elevator and walked out to the uncover car, a blue Mustang, that was assigned to his partner.

"Come on, Lundyl Don't tell me you don't remember? After what happened at that shivaree last summer, I figured you'd write down everything you say in a little book so it doesn't come back to haunt you," Joey said, opening the Mustang's driver door and grinning at the memory of the Texan in a portable jail cell, suspended twenty feet off the ground in a corner of Chicken's parking lot.

"Yeah, well, you forget... I can't be responsible for what I say during Io-- ...ah, sessions," Lundy corrected, remembering where they were.

Easing the Mustang into traffic, Joey said, "Not responsible! Hell! You wouldn't let me climb down the ladder, or even give me my clothes until I agreed to do something kinky with you the next time we had a day off. And partner... today we have a day off! Here," Joey said, moving forward a bit in his seat to pull his handcuffs out of his pocket. "Put these on. Loop them through your belt, that way I can undress you easier."

"Handcuffs? Don't you have something more original than that?" The blonde scoffed, holding the cuffs In his lap.

"You want, I should pull over and put them on you myself?" Joey asked, pulling into the curb lane.

"Okay, already, I'll do it. But it's under duress, ya'hear?" Levon croaked, slipping one cuff behind his belt. "Couldn't I just hook one on a belt loop and one on a wrist?"

"Nope! 'Cause that way I'd have to unlock one to get you loose. This way I just need to pull your belt out," Joey said, grinning.

"We doin' this at my house or your house?"

"Depends on what you have in your refrigerator," Joey said with a smile. This I'm going to enjoy.

"My refrigerator?" Lundy squawked, wondering what the refrigerator's contents had to do with sex.

"If the right stuff isn't there, then it's my house. What're you waiting for? Want me to pull into that parking lot ahead and do it for you?"

"It's a little awkward, don't you think? My hands up here," Lundy gestured, clasping his hands together across his belt buckle.

"You'd rather be cuffed around the ankles and have your head under the dashboard, huh?" Joey said, biting his cheek to hold back a laugh.

"Under the...?"

"This is not open for discussion, Lundy. You said the next time we had off, even if I was just a day, that you wanted to be handcuffed, blindfolded, and let my imagine run wild. And now, by damn, we're going to do itl You've pulled me into too many things... this time, cowboy, I'm not backing down. I'm holding you to your word."

Levon closed his eyes, trying to picture the hay loft scene, but all he saw was his body twisting in pleasure, all he heard was his voice yelping for more. "You won't hurt me?" He finally asked, closing one cuff around a wrist.

"Have I ever?" Joey said tenderly, glancing at his partner, slowing for the Texan's driveway.

"Had a couple a'bruises once, but... I know you got more experience in this field than me. I knew that the first time we got together. It's just that... well, my daddy used to hold my hands together sometimes when he beat me...."

"I love you, Levon," Joey said tenderly, pulling to stop in front of Lundy's ranch house. "l won't hurt you, not the way he did. We both know pleasure can be painful sometimes... but it's short-lived and the aftermath... is an incredible euphoria."

Parking the Mustang, LaFiamma said jokingly as he opened the car door, "Don't run away now. You stay here, ya' hear?"

Levon watched the minutes click by on the clock in front of him. What the hell is taking him so long? I'm getting damn uncomfortable here. When am I going to learn to keep my big mouth shut?

"Sooo... comfy, are we?" Joey asked, startling the Texan as he re-entered the car. "Guess it's to my place then. You just don't have the right stuff. Did find a blindfold, though," Joe continued, holding up a ski mask he'd found in the front closet. "Course you'll be wearing it backward," he chuckled, sticking two fingers through the eye holes. "Don't want you to see what's going on, do we? Otherwise what's the purpose of being blindfolded?"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Levon growled, trying to get comfortable without the use of his arms.

"I love it when you get angry," Joey cooed, rubbing his thumb across his lover's bottom lip.

"You can't wait, can you? Should I take the long way home? Make you sweat a little? Anticipate longer?"

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"Sit!" Joey ordered, pointing to a straight-backed chair in his bedroom. Kneeling In front of his partner and lover, the Italian pulled off Levon's boots and socks, then ran a finger lightly along the bottom of one foot.

"H-E-YI" Levon yelped, jumping to his feet and almost knocking Joe over.

"Got ya to your feet, didn't I? Better than me pulling you up," Joey said, grinning.

Reaching for the belt buckle in front of him, the Italian deftly unhooked it and carefully pulled it through the loops of his partner's jeans.

"See how easy that was? Now all I need to do is sli-de... these down to the floor and you step out of them. Hey, you're doing great!" LaFiamma laughed, his tongue touching a bare hipbone.

Swallowing hard, Lundy stuttered, "Www... what about the... the shirt?" The fire in his groin had started when Joe played with his foot, the tongue ignited him.

"Just going to unbutton that. It is... washable, isn't it? It you need to go to the john, you better do it now," Joey said stepping back. "I'll get the bed ready."

Lundy looked down at his cock standing hard in front of him. I'm already hard, and Joe's barely touched me, Levon thought as he walked to the bathroom. Am I that excited about the unknown he has planned?

Joey proceeded to strip the waterbed of its blankets and sheets, folding them neatly and setting them on a chair.

"How come you're taking everything off? Isn't it going to be cold just laying on the vinyl mattress?" Levon asked, his brown eyes full of questions.

Disappearing into his walk-in closet, Joey emerged minutes later dressed only in a white terry-cloth robe and carrying several over-sized bath towels.

"Looks like you've started without me," Joey said, walking to his lover, touching the cowboy's hardening cock with his little finger.

Grinning from ear to ear, Joey walked to the bed and laid the towels across the middle of the queen-sized bed, tucking in as much as he could.

"Come, my love," Joe cooed, motioning his lover to the bed.

"Mmmn... maybe the shirt should come oft?" Levon replied as Joe helped him onto the bed, watching intently as he snapped some kind of a cloth thing around the middle of the handcuffs, then around one of the spindles in the headboard.

"What about me? Don't I get something around my wrists? What if I twist and I get burned?" Levon pushed his head into the bed, watching upside down as his partner adjusted the cuffed wrists.

"Burned? What the hell you think I'm going to do to you anyway? Besides, your leather skin's already conditioned by the Texas sun. The bed's not," Joey said, patting his lover lightly on the jaw.

"I need to go to the kitchen and get some things together. I found this sweatband in my closet, it'll work much better than your ski mask. You know how I love playing with your hair, and I couldn't do that with the mask on.'

"Can't... you wait to put that on 'til you get back from the kitchen?" Lundy gulped as Joe's hand moved behind his head and light became void.

"Sorry, love," Joey whispered, giving Levon a light kiss on the mouth. "Can't let you see the erotic things that are going to be used to make you fly to the moon."

Immobilized on the bed, Lundy waited. And waited.

Joey scanned the array of things he'd assembled. A small dish of olive oil for lubricant. A zucchini. A tomato. Thick, wet, soggy noodles. Two unsharpened pencils, and Jell-O mixed with cottage cheese. Carefully placing all of the items on a tray, Joey carried them back to his bedroom.

Dozing, Lundy stiffened at the sound of someone walking into the bedroom. "Joe?"

The blond strained to distinguish the sounds around him. Something was being laid on the end table at the side of the bed and it smelled like.., food!?

"Joe?"

Hmmmmm." Joey hummed to himself, trying to decide what to do first. Picking up the zucchini, dipping the tip into the olive oil, he tapped it lightly on the paper towel before beginning the vegetable's journey.

"Aaaarggghhhl" Lundy moaned, as the green veggie made slow circles around his navel, pushing into it on every third circle.

Joey waited until tiny beads of sweat began to form on the blonde's forehead before continuing to work the vegetable up Lundy's breastplate to his nipples.

"Pleasssse, Joey! In my mouth! I want it in my mouth!"

"It's a tender young thing," Joey mused, dipping the zucchini into the oil again. "No biting, okay."

"I'll, I'll try," Lundy panted, mouth opening for the anticipated penis he thought was coming.

"Gushyosehard," the blond muttered, mouth closing around the slippery green.

Joey leaned back grinning, watching his lover work the object in his mouth. Taking his own penis in his hand, he lightly ran it down the side of Levon's hip.

Surprise washed over the blonde as Joe's penis moved against his hip.

C-R-U-N-C-H!

Lundy coughed, his head jerking upward as the tip of the zucchini he bit off fell into the back of his mouth.

What's in my mouth, if it isn't Joe's cock?

"Hey, man, you're not supposed to eat it!" Joey yelped, pulling the zucchini back, staring at his partner. "You just spoiled the fun, man. Give it back!"

Bla!

Splat!

"What is it?"

"Well, it was a penis. But now it's just half a zucchini."

"Zucchini?! You're making me high with a zucchini?" the Texan yelped, flabbergasted that the object that had brought him to such a fast climax was Mother Minnie's favorite vegetable.

"Liked it, too, didn't you?" Joey teased, tossing the piece in his hand onto the tray.

"I'll just consider this part of my lunch," Levon said, visibly relaxing and loudly chewing up the balance of the zucchini he held in his mouth. Maybe this wouldn't so bad after all.

"Didn't you say you liked worms?" Joey teased, carefully picking up a noodle, skimming it across the oil dish, then trailing it down his lover's forearm, neck, torso to his genitals.

Joey moved to the side of the bed to give himself more manipulative power, and to keep from being hit by his lover's twisting body.

Nonchalantly dropping the noodle into the blonde genital hair, Joey watched and listened to his lover's enjoyment. Turning back to the end table, the Italian picked up the large tomato, and using a grapefruit knife cut the middle out of it.

"Ready to go in?" Joey whispered low to the blonde's ear. Holding the tomato in both hands, he shouted, "Push, in, now! Levon, now!"

Lundy thrust his buttocks upward, pushing the head of his penis into the tomato.

"Bingo! You're in, partner!" Joey cooed, amazed that his lover got it on the first try.

"Bbb... but only the head's in," Levon lamented, not worrying any longer about what it might be, just wondering what food it was. If he didn't know better, didn't trust his partner, he'd swear he was in a woman.

"It's okay. Work it, partner, work it," Joey ordered, smiling broadly as his lover grabbed the headboard behind him, dug his heels into the mattress and pumped again and again into the tomato.

Tomato juice and seeds careened down the stiff cock, seeping through into blond hair, settling around hardened balls.

"Joe? Leave it in! Leave it in! Don't pull it away? I'm... I'm coming!" Levon shouted as the thing was dislodged from his cock.

"How about the real thing?" Joey asked. Not waiting for an answer, his mouth swallowed the head and more, his throat milking it dry.

"It... it was good, wasn't it?" Levon replied after a long pause. "Joe?"

"It was the greatest," Joey replied, wiping his mouth before leaning over his captive's head to give him a deep, long, French kiss.

"Are we done?" Levon whispered, exhausted, wondering how much time had elapsed since they'd started.

"Done? Cowboy, we're just getting started. We've still got nineteen hours left."

"Nineteen hours? In handcuffs?"

Surely Joey wouldn't keep him immobilized that Iong! Though come to think of it, I might if the tables were turned.

"We'lI see," Joey offered, reaching for the Jell-O mix, he moved cautiously back onto the waterbed beside his partner.

"Hungry?" Joey asked, lifting a spoonful of Jell-O to his partner's lips.

"JelI-O? What you going to do with Jell-O!?"

What will this guy think of next? Jell-O?

"You Iiked the other, didn't you? No complaints? Satisfied?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm satisfied. I'm exhausted! What about them worms? Do they have to stay down there?"

"Worms? Oh yeah, worms. I forgot all about them," Joey said running fingers through tight blonde genital curls corralling as much of the disintegrating noodle as he could. "I'll just have to eat what I can't get," the Italian said, moving the Jell-O off the bed.

"You? Eat worms?" Lundy exclaimed, disbelieving. "Oohhh... geeezzzz.... Joooooeeee!" He turned his head at the slurping sounds, twisting his shoulders he grabbed a corner of the towel under his head between his teeth, pulling it into his mouth.

"You aIl right, partner?" Joey asked, concern in his voice when his head came up to see the blonde clenching a towel in his mouth.

"Uh, huh... bring on the Jell-O! Then it's my turn, ya'know."

"Next day off it's your turn. This day is mine! You're mine, Levon Elmer Lundy, Junior! And don't you ever forget it!"

The End