Dangerous Desires (MurdochxGillies)

Chapter Three: A New Day

The sun rose early the next day, and Murdoch felt the rays hit his face through the window. His eyes scrunched up as he rolled over in bed, avoiding the light. His hand reached out and collided with something. Still half asleep, the detective moved his hand about, feeling for whatever he connected with. A grumble came from his side and he flung his eyes open. There, lying next to him, was Gillies still asleep and grumbling as Murdoch's hand threatened to wake him. Murdoch quickly withdrew his hand and blinked a few times, trying to wake himself. 

Confused, he eased himself out of bed, wondering how he had gotten from the chair and into bed in the first place. Standing, he realized he was in nothing but his briefs and quickly glanced around for some trousers to put on. Carefully, he slid open his dresser drawer and slipped on a pair of dark brown trousers and a white dress shirt. He turned back to the bed, only to find the sleeping criminal was awake, and gazing at him hungrily. Gillies smirked. 

"My, my, Detective. There is no need to be shy. I saw plenty while undressing you last night." He winked. 

Keeping calm, Murdoch asked," You undressed me, and somehow managed to get me in bed with you?" 

Gillies smiled mischievously and shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't have to. You were more than willing." Murdoch blushed profusely and looked away as he went to his closet to put on a jacket. Just as he was slipping his jacket on, a knock came at the door. Gillies and Murdoch quickly exchanged glances and Gillies quickly and silently slipped into the closet. Murdoch nodded approvingly and opened the door. It was the landlady. 

"Ah, Mrs. Prichard, what may I do for you?" The landlady was holding a tray with a silver dome on it and kettle. 

"Well, sir, pardon my assumptions, but I believe I heard you speaking to someone earlier and I thought with a meeting so early in the morning and neither of you have had breakfast-"

"I see. Thank you very much. My guest was just about to leave, but I'm sure he will love to have some breakfast before his departure." Taking the tray from her hastily, he shut the door as she left. Sighing, he set the tray down onto the bedside table. Gillies emerged from the closet, and smirked at Murdoch. 

"You handled that rather smoothly," Gillies walked nearer and sat on the bed, "though I do believe the landlady is much too curious for her own good." The evil glint was back, and Murdoch peered at him.

"You won't do anything to Mrs. Prichard, Gillies." The criminal gaped at Murdoch in mock surprise.

"Why, Detective, I would never even think of such a thing." Murdoch shook his head at him, and Gillies chuckled lightly. 

"I must admit..it is nice to see you flustered." Pulling on his hips, Gillies brought the Detective to stand before him. Murdoch gasped lightly.

"Gillies, I don't have time for games. I need to go to the constabulary soon." A frown formed on Gillies's lips and he gazed up at Murdoch hungrily. 

"No one said it would take long. Come now, Detective, I know you want this as much as I do." His fingers fluttered about the fly of Murdoch's trousers, and Murdoch closed his eyes. Gillies was at just the right level to do something sinful, and Murdoch couldn't help but feel aroused by the implication. Gillies smiled as Murdoch relaxed slightly, and slowly unbuttoned Murdoch's trousers, the fly coming open easily. He smirked and eased them down just enough for what he wanted. The briefs went with them and Gillies gazed at Murdoch's slightly hard member just inches from his lips. He wanted to take his time, but wondered if Murdoch would allow him. He brought his hand around Murdoch's member and slowly stroked, his breath caressing the tip with each stroke. Murdoch gasped and placed a hand on Gillies's shoulder. Just that little touch caused Gillies to become excited and he flicked the tip with his tongue, causing the detective to squirm a little. His gaze met Gillies's and the raw lust in his eyes caused the detective to become even more aroused, his member hardening to its full length. 

Gillies smiled and brought both hands to Murdoch's hips. He pulled him forward just a tad and kissed the tip lightly, his tongue twirling around the head. He wanted to tease him as much as possible, to draw it out as long as he could. Lovingly, he drew his tongue along the shaft, flicking the head with is tongue again as he withdrew. Murdoch's grip tightened on his shoulder, his breath growing erratic. Gillies smirked and kissed the head again, carefully taking his member into his mouth, his tongue swirling around as he drew even deeper. Murdoch moaned softly as his whole member was enveloped into the criminal's hot mouth. He had to concentrate in order not to push further. 

Gillies let the detective take a moment and then began to suck gently at Murdoch's member, moving his head back and forth as he did so. Another moan escaped Murdoch's lips, and his hand flew to Gillies's hair. That touch set Gillies on edge and he felt the need to ravish Murdoch even more. Rather than continue with the sucking, Gillies stood and pulled Murdoch into a hungry kiss, his tongue delving into the detective's mouth. Murdoch groaned at the feel of it and kissed back even harder, pressing his member into Gillies's stomach. Pulling the detective down onto the bed, Gillies climbed on top of the detective, gripping Murdoch's member with a firm hand and stroking quickly. Their kiss grew even more passionate and hurried as Murdoch felt himself melting in Gillies's grip. His hands roamed over every muscle of Gillies's body and he stripped him of his briefs. Gillies's member was as hard as his and already leaking with precum. He wanted it. God, did he want it. 

Carefully, he gripped Gillies's member and pumped him vigorously, wanting the criminal to want it just as badly as he did. Gillies cursed softly and closed his eyes. He moaned and continued stroking Murdoch with renewed vigor. Murdoch felt himself approaching the edge and gasped Gillies's name, "James," he trembled, " I'm going to-" Gillies nodded and gazed down at him. "As am I. Come for me, Detective." He stroked faster, and Murdoch groaned into Gillies's mouth as he came into the criminal's hand. He felt wetness pool on his stomach and realized Gillies must have came as well. Panting, he stopped kissing the criminal and relaxed. Gillies fell down beside him and laughed breathlessly. 

"Oh, Detective. I must say you rather enjoyed that." He gazed into the detective's eyes and lust was still evident between them. Murdoch gazed back, and smirked, "Only as much as you, James." 

"It's James, now, is it? I suppose I should call you William then?" Murdoch shivered as James trailed a finger down Murdoch's stomach. 

"I suppose so," he whispered. Gillies smiled and flopped back down. 

"Well, you must hurry  now, or you'll be late..William." The detective glanced at the clock on his bedside table and almost cursed. He had ten minutes until he had to be at the constabulary. Rising, he wiped his stomach with the cloth from last night and tossed it to James. Quickly, he dressed and slipped on his shoes. Gillies watched with interest, and amusement. Murdoch grabbed his hat from the dresser and was about to go through the door before thinking of something. Stoically, he walked back to James. 

"What is it?" James mumbled, slightly concerned. Suddenly, Murdoch bent over and kissed James hungrily on the mouth, only for a second but long enough to leave James wanting. Laughing to himself, he strode out the door. James stared at the door and wondered just how in love with him the detective was, and if he even realized it himself. He smiled to himself.