Keep It Under Your Hat
By Glo

Pairing: Joe/Levon
Show and Rating: Houston Knights NC-17
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this story, it is fan fiction, strictly for fun.
e-mail: goglow@mailcity.com

Keep it Under Your Hat
by GLO

The sound of the water spraying over two hot, sweaty men was a kind of fizzing, sloshing sound. The plain ceramic tiles that lined the police locker room shower had water droplets either running down or condensing on the ones too far from the spray to get a direct hit. With only two men in the large square room, the place echoed. The men had chosen showerheads side by side and were briskly soaping themselves to get rid of the sticky salty sweat from a day of fruitless stakeout duty.

The larger well-muscled man, Joe LaFiamma, was scrubbing at his dark brown, almost black, hair. He had brought in a special shampoo that he kept in his locker. The slightly shorter, more slender man, Levon Lundy, was using a bar of soap, police-issue, on his longer blonde locks.

Neither man was silent. They had been discussing other possible locations for stakeout on their current case, in between rinses, when LaFiamma, blinking away his latest dunking under the water's stream, saw what Lundy was using on his hair.

"Lundy!"

The blonde nearly jumped, spinning around frantically at the urgent note in hiz pardner's voice. Seeing only his pardner beside him, looking like a wet seal, he became instantly suspicious and aggrieved. "What in tarnation? LaFiamma you nearly-"

"Lundy, you're using a bar of SOAP to wash your hair?" The way LaFiamma said that it was more of an exclamation than a question, but Lundy responded anyway, now clearly confused.

"Well, yeah. Ah want it clean."

"But a BAR of soap! Lundy, you'll damage your hair!"

"Ain't done it no harm yet and Ah been doing it this way all mah life." Levon Lundy shook hiz head, turned back to face the stream of water and resumed scrubbing at hiz scalp, felt good to get out the sweat and grit. Sometimes, hiz pardner, LaFiamma, wuz real strange. Boy had come down from Chicago ony last year and wuz still having trouble fittin' in in Texas. Now this of all things!

"Lundy-" LaFiamma had moved from under his own shower head over to Lundy's side, deflecting some of the blonde's water in the process.

"LAFIAMMA!" Levon jumped agin. God-durn the man enyway! He spun around to face hiz pardner, now inches from hiz face. "What the hell you doing, boy?" He snuck a look around in outright panic, trying to see if anyone else was in the shower with them.

The taller brunette ignored his bantamweight partner's protest. "Here," he said seriously, squirting out a handful of his own shampoo and dropping the plastic bottle to bounce on the floor at their feet. "Stay still now."

Lundy froze in shocked surprise. Hiz pardner wuz putting thet shampoo stuff in ta hiz own hair and rubbin'! Open-mouthed he looked up towards the set face of the darker skinned Italian.

Joe LaFiamma was concentrating on the mop of long blonde hair at eye-level. Usually, Lundy was in boots, which raised him up a bit. Joe hadn't realized how much taller he was until this moment. He dropped the thought, though, and focused on smoothing the creamy lotion into the tangled hair. The combination shampoo and conditioner would deal with many of the snarls and encourage the curls that already showed signs of affection, curling around his fingers possessively.

Not since he wuz a little'un had Levon had enyone wash hiz hair fur him, and back then it wuz his mama. Suddenly feelin' like a little boy, the blonde's big brown eyes squinted through the shower's drizzle, now foamy with excess shampoo. He could see that LaFiamma wuz looking ony at Levon's hair, both arms raised, large capable hands digging strong fingers into hiz scalp, ruffling through the strands of hair, combing'em into rough order. He could almost imagine them squeaking with the clean.

Joe's hands slid down the sides of Levon's head and on down his neck to grip his stiff shoulders. Without a word, he pulled at one and pushed at the other, turning the man around.

Lundy stumbled then twisted around at the prodding of those firm hands, so's he found hizself facin' away from LaFiamma, staring at the shower wall. He blinked again and closed hiz eyes as powerful hands now massaged his scalp and head, probing and kneading at the layers of hair. The waves of curls at the nape of hiz neck were lifted and pulled, fingers climbing through them and back up toward the crown of hiz head. He found himself relaxing and smiling with hiz eyes still closed, rocking slightly on hiz feet at the pressures on hiz head and shoulders.

LaFiamma grinned with delight. He could feel the man in front of him easing, shoulders no longer stiff with outrage, but slumping now in looseness. The hair was truly beautiful stuff, too bad Levon always kept it under his hat, he should show it off. Beautiful hair, beautiful man. Joe sighed longingly, knowing Lundy wouldn't hear it through the sound of the water's spray.

He was surprised that the cowboy was letting him do this. He had acted spontaneously when he'd come over to Levon's shower area to put some of his own shampoo on those glorious blonde curls. It was simply impossible for him to watch Lundy abuse such hair so casually. Having arrived and not been knocked flat on his ass for his impudence, he was now savoring the intimacy of the moment.

The hair was now thoroughly clean and rinsed free of all remnants of the cleaning agent. Still Joe worked the scalp with fingers greedy for the feel of his partner, any part of him. He looked down at himself. Damn, he was hard now, his cock was stiffly butting his stomach, looking swollen and almost purple. Okay, time for a hasty retreat. But his hands didn't stop.

Levon felt ready to faint. This wuz so good there oughta be a law. Well, in fact, there pro'bly wuz one. We's in public here. But it felt so damn good. He hadn't realized jest how big hiz pardner wuz neither, man wuz tall and well built, real handsome. An athlete, he knew, but now he saw. He could almost see Joe layin' on a bed somewheres, jest sprawled out, thet beautiful big body ready to be some'un's playin' field.

With a start, Lundy realized hiz hands had moved down to his own cock and were toying with hiz balls and running through hiz pubic hairs, a favorite preliminary to jerkin' hizself off. Shit. And, hiz cock was all swole up, like Ölike. At this point, Levon began to tense up agin.

LaFiamma had gone into a kinda trance, the warm water, the exhaustion, the closeness of the one person down here in god-forsaken Texas that he had grown to care for, the sensuous quality of the hair and skin beneath his hands, the compliant body so closeÖ so close. Mesmerized, Joe's hands trailed down out of the curls, lingering on the neck, then continuing down the pronounced spinal column toward the small round twin globes below. Oh, Gawd, Levon's ass is so perfect.

And Lundy was turning, freeing himself from hiz own daze, turning to face LaFiamma, so close hiz nose bumped against the other's prominent collarbone and muscular upper chest. Joe's hands had relinquished their journey down Levon's spine but not pulled free, instead, slipping around to end up resting on the narrow hip bones.

Two hard, weeping cocks brushed together. The thick thudding feel echoed through both men. Levon arched hiz back and thrust up against the taller man, dropping hiz head back, exposing his throat to the other, bigger man.

Joe watched in amazement as Lundy offered himself up. Never a slow thinker, the Italian smiled down at the offering and accepted, tugging the slim hips up against him, grinding their cocks tighter together. His hands migrated around the back to cup the buttocks that fit so perfectly in his palms. His mouth was drawn down to the long, sweet throat, to lick and suck at the prominently displayed Adam's apple. His shoulders curled forward to shelter this precious body close to him. Levon's arms had come up to wrap around the brunette's body, to feel the smooth silken skin beneath hiz own hands.

Lifting and dropping Levon's whole body with his cupped hands, Joe had the cowboy rubbing full body press against him, their cocks now tingling with the friction as they measured up and down each other's lengths. Levon began to moan deep in hiz throat. The vibration against LaFiamma's lips and tongue set off an answering moan from the brunette.

Neither able to stop, neither even aware of where they were by now, both panted their pleasure at the wonderful feel of each against the other. Joe felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. Levon was clinging to him now, like some giant limpet, arms and legs wrapped around hiz pardner, trusting Joe to hold him up, keep him safe. Joe's voracious mouth was trailing sucks and kisses up the long neck now, under the jaw, then somehow keeping his balance, he was leaning over to reach Levon's face and snare his mouth.

As their lips finally met, both groaned deeply, primallyÖ and came, and came, and came. Their cocks spurting hot, thick cum up on to the slippery joined skins of their stomachs. Joe's tongue was thrusting deep into Levon's welcoming mouth, laving. They remained glued together for a few more never-ending moments and then Levon sighed into Joe's mouth and coughed lightly. He wuz feelin' the pressure of Joe's arms now, where they'd somehow come to rest tight around hiz ribcage, squeezing so hard he could not inhale.

Regretfully, Joe eased Levon, loosening though not releasing his grip and letting him set his feet back down on the floor. Lundy rested his head against Joe's shoulder, hands now limply affixed to Joe's own hips. "Oh, lord, boy, that wuz some ride," he muttered into the wet flesh, then laid a kiss there for good measure.

Joe grinned down into the clean, wet blonde hair beneath his lips. Kissed it. He blinked water from his eyes and saw the wire soap dish bolted to the wall. Reaching over, he took up the bar of soap and, still grinning, stepped back a little, without letting go of Levon's waist. With one hand holding HIS cowboy, he began to gently soap away all traces of their unexpectedly amorous encounter. Unable to resist, his other hand came to join the first and both played with Levon's now limp cock and sagging balls, carefully soaping and rinsing them. His smile widened as Levon's hands took the soap and began cleansing Joe's genitals in turn. The long, narrow fingers cradled his balls and pulled at his dick, smoothing on soapy lather, then rinsing it away. By now, both were starting to harden again when Joe backed away further.

"Levon, we better not. Not here. Let's goÖ somewhere private." The husky tone told the blonde that LaFiamma was not prepared to stop yet, just to take a short intermission before starting up somewhere's else.

Levon thought about how he felt about that and decided he felt jest fine about that. "Okay, but somewhere's close," Levon answered, looking deeply into the shining blue eyes of hiz new lover.

Joe grinned again, he seemed to be doing that a lot suddenly. He tossed his head back and laughed out loud. "Yeah, my place - it's much closer than yours." He bent forward to put one soft kiss on the compliant lips in front of him, lips that looked slightly swollen and plunderable at this moment. Leaning back away, he let a fingertip linger on those same lips, then pulled away completely and let his own shower finish rinsing off all signs of their encounter.

Levon took a deep breath as Joe's finger left hiz lips. He'd wanted to suck it in and eat hiz pardner whole. Oh, my lord, what've Ah done? He smiled to himself as he, too, turned under the shower and enjoyed a final rinsing, all evidence of their incredible lovemaking gone. Well, mebbe not all, he thought, fingers touching lightly at the spot on hiz neck that felt slightly raw. Gonna have me a hickey there, he thought. Reddening a bit, he realized that it would be right in front in plain sight to the world. Oooh, boy. Well, others 'ud jest think he'd had a night out. No need to know WHOSE lips, mouth, had marked'im.

Together two hands turned off the water spigots on two showerheads. Two wet nude men strolled out of the shower, the taller one letting the shorter one go first, then eyeing the rolling buttocks with appreciation as the slender one preceded him.

Each hooked a large towel off the rack outside the shower room door and walked on down to their neighboring lockers, toweling off as they walked. Nothing more was said as they finished drying and began to dress.

Fixing his tie, LaFiamma watched Lundy brush back his blonde curls. The shampoo and conditioner had done a fine job, leaving the hair angel soft and curling, bouncing up into the air like a halo around Levon's pale face. Lundy finished brushing at the hair, clearly frustrated by the static electricity produced by his drying hair and the super-dry air of the drought stricken city of Houston. He leaned down and pulled on his boots, oblivious to Joe's admiring stare.

With a sudden jolt of possessiveness, LaFiamma picked up Lundy's Stetson, where it had been sitting crown down, on the locker bench. As Levon straightened up, facing LaFiamma, the Italian's free hand came up to smooth Levon's flyaway curls back from his face. Joe's other hand held the cowboy's hat. He lowered it front brim first on to Lundy's head, capturing and containing the glowing curls, then used both hands to tuck the errant bits back behind Levon's ears and cluster them at the nape of his neck. He finished by adjusting the set of the brim with two sets of fingertips, finally looking down to meet two glowing brown eyes smiling up at him.

"Just wanted to cover up those curls, cowboy."

"One of the reasons Ah wear mah hat alla time. Keep the hair in line."

"Yeah, well, I never realized before just how much I wanted you to keep it all hidden. You, my friend, belong to me now. And I don't like to share." The smile took out any sting and LaFiamma, heedless of their surroundings in the empty locker room, tilted his head to go under the hat's brim and steal another kiss. "You alright with all this, Levon?"

Lundy smiled in the kiss, then reached up to let his own hands cup Joe's face. "Right as rain, lover."

"Lover? Um, yeah." Joe's warm response began to heat Lundy's blood again.

"Then, what are we waitin' around here fur? Let's go!"

Hands caught firmly at Lundy's shoulders. "Just remember, goldilocks, keep that beautiful hair covered up, it's just for me."

Levon's face creased into a delighted grin. 'Beautiful hair'? Ain't no one ever called it thet afore, he thought. Beautiful man, he added internally, staring at LaFiamma with possessive thoughts of hiz own, mah own beautiful man. "Right, Ah'll keep it under mah hat - kin we go now?"

"We can go." LaFiamma released Lundy and together, they walked out of the locker room, LaFiamma's arm slung companionably around Lundy's shoulders. The hand came up to toy with the Stetson's brim, then press firmly down on the crown.

--The end--