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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Trespass Chapter 39

Man-handling a passed out, cold, wet Dutch out of the shower wasn�t as easy as Vic had originally thought it would be.
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After spending time crying into his beer like an ass-hole he�d finally headed home. He�d been relieved when he�d stepped through the front door to find the stink of whiskey less pronounced, and that it seemed that Dutch had stumbled off to bed. Vic remembered how he�d smirked at the thought of the hang-over the younger man would probably be facing in the morning, and how he deserved it for trying to find the answers to his problems at the bottom of a bottle.
Once upstairs though he�d heard the shower running, and when a look in Dutch�s room confirmed he wasn�t passed out in there, and when the shower was still running ten minutes later, Vic had knocked on the bathroom door. After knocking and calling Dutch�s name Vic had finally put his shoulder to the locked door and forced his way inside. The couple of seconds it had taken Vic to break the lock on the door, and muscle his way into the bathroom had been filled with fear at what he might find. At what a depressed Dutch might have done, and annoyance at himself that he�d left the other man when he was obviously hurting.
What he�d found hadn�t been a scene of gore and blood from a suicide thank God, but a cry for help nonetheless.
Dutch had been fully clothed, but slumped down, passed out under the shower, which was running at full power, the water freezing cold.
After switching the water off Vic had found that although Dutch was lean, and probably thinner that he had been before their ordeal, Dutch was still taller than he was, and had more muscle than Vic had given him credit for. Once he had Dutch lying on the bathroom floor Vic reached out and gingerly touched his pale cheek. It was like ice and he could swear that Dutch�s lips were taking on a bluish tinge. Not relishing the prospect of having to haul Dutch up and out of the room Vic tried to rouse him, tapping his face, lightly at first, but then with greater force. However, it was useless, Dutch was out cold, and wouldn�t be waking up anytime soon, that was pretty obvious.
Stealing himself for the task ahead Vic reached down slipping one arm around Dutch�s shoulder and prepared to try and get him upright, muttering to himself as he did so,
"Shit Dutchboy, sometimes you�re a pain in the ass."
Grunting with the effort, and thankful he worked out with the weights at The Barn regularly, Vic finally managed to drag Dutch up. By this time he was as thoroughly soaked through as Dutch, and was shivering despite the effort getting Dutch to stand up had cost him. Dutch groaned softly as Vic tightened his grip on him to stop him from slipping from his grasp. Vic could feel Dutch trying to get his feet under himself, and a little bit of the burden lessened.
"That�s it Dutch you can walk, huh? Give me a little help here, okay?" Vic said to him, as he pulled him along out onto the landing.
Dutch did seem to be trying to walk, but his efforts were completely uncoordinated and half-hearted at best. Vic looked across at Dutch�s bedroom door and it suddenly seemed an awfully long way away. Making his decision Vic hauled Dutch around and half-dragged, half-carried, him into his room. He didn�t want to get the bed wet so he laid Dutch down on the floor as gently as he could. Although his back protested wildly at the last moment, and he winced at the sound of Dutch�s head impacting with the floor when he finally lost his grip on him. It had been more of a thump though than a crack, and a quick inspection didn�t even show a bump so Vic guessed it had sounded worse than it was.
Pulling himself up Vic put one hand to the small of his back as a sharp, painful spasm made him grimace. Seeing Dutch shiver quite violently at that moment though Vic didn�t give himself anymore time to nurse his strained muscles.
"I�ll be right back Dutchboy�don�t go away."
Vic strode across to Dutch�s bedroom and opening a few drawers he�d soon pulled out some dry clothes, and stopping off in the bathroom on the way back, he also grabbed some fresh towels.
Back in his room, Dutch was still lying where he�d left him, a puddle forming around him on the wooden floor. Vic knew what he had to do, he had to get Dutch out of his wet clothes, dry him and then dress him in something dry, and get him warm, but still he hesitated. What if Dutch came around while Vic was undressing him? How would he react? What would he think?
Shaking his head and murmuring,
"Shit."
Vic knew he had no choice, and just prayed that Dutch would stay unaware of what was going on.
If Vic thought getting a wet, passed out Dutch out of the bathroom and into his bedroom was hard, it was nothing compared to undressing a wet, passed out Dutch. His sweatshirt clung to his skin not wanting to be pulled over his head, or from his arms. The wet material seemed to twist and get trapped under Dutch�s chin and in under his arms. Vic was half tempted to get some scissors and just cut the soaked garment from his body. Finally though the sweatshirt gave up the fight and Vic was able to pull it free from Dutch�s head. He flung it away from them in disgust, and heard it land with a wet splat on the floor at the foot of the bed.
During his maneuvers to free Dutch from his sweatshirt Dutch�s head had ended up on Vic�s chest, where it lolled to one side, rolling gently with each movement Vic�s body made. Sliding out from under Dutch and laying him flat on the floor Vic�s eyes skimmed down over Dutch�s naked torso. Dutch�s skin was pale and covered in gooseflesh and Vic could see that Dutch really was too thin, his ribs far too visible under the pale flesh for Vic�s comfort. He noticed these things, wary for Dutch�s well being, and tried to ignore the hard, dark nubs of the younger man�s nipples. He tried to ignore the desire to reach out and touch, caress, roll each under his fingertips. His mouth suddenly dry Vic found himself reaching out, before shaking his head, and muttering to himself in disgust,
"Jesus Mackey, what the fuck are you doing?"
His lips thinning into an angry line, Vic moved around to Dutch�s side and reaching out he quickly unzipped Dutch�s pants and struggled to pull them down his long legs. Once more the wet material clung to the cold flesh, but at least it was just a straight pull down with a minimum of maneuvering. Once he removed Dutch pants he quickly striped him of his underwear. Annoyed at himself for his earlier weakness Vic did his best to keep his mind blank as he quickly used the towel to dry Dutch off and try to rub some warmth back into him. Making sure all the time that he kept his eyes averted and that he only touched Dutch�s body with a towel, never with his fingers.
Once he had Dutch relatively dry, and had soaked up as much of the excess water from the floor as he could, Vic quickly dressed the other man. At least it was marginally easier pulling dry clothes onto Dutch than it had been pulling his wet clothes off of him. Vic took a moment to quickly strip out of his own wet clothes, dropping them down on the floor to join the soggy heap of Dutch�s clothing already there. He shivered in the cool air as he dried himself off with a towel before pulling on a pair of boxers and a tee- shirt.
Pulling back the covers on the bed Vic braced himself for the final effort of hauling Dutch up and into the bed. Ignoring the pull of his already strained back muscles Vic sat down on the edge of the bed next to the unconscious man once he had him lying on his side in the bed. After getting his breath back under some semblance of control Vic reached out and took one of Dutch�s hands in his own. It was like touching ice, the long fingers reminding Vic of icicles in his palm. He could also feel a pronounced shivering which made Dutch�s entire body tremble. However, Vic knew that with cases of extreme cold shivering was a good sign, it was when someone stopped shivering that you really needed to worry. Still he also knew that Dutch needed to get warm as soon as possible, and the best way he could do that was to share his body heat with Dutch.
Even though he knew it was the best thing to do, and that he really had no ulterior motive for wanting to hold the younger man close to him, well at least no ulterior motive that he wanted to acknowledge right at that moment anyway, Vic still hesitated. Just as when he�d had to undress the other man Vic worried about how Dutch would react to finding himself in such a vulnerable position with another man, even if it were Vic. However, just at that moment a low moan from the man beside him made up Vic�s mind, he�d have to act now and deal with any fall out later, as getting Dutch warm was the most important thing right now.
Pulling the blankets up over Dutch�s shivering body Vic made his way around to the other side of the double bed. He left the bedside lamp on, figuring that if Dutch did wake up disorientated in the night it would probably be best if he didn�t find himself in the dark.
Vic carefully slipped in behind the other man, and almost gingerly sidled up to Dutch until he was pressed lightly up against his back. Now he was here Vic suddenly felt extremely awkward and uncomfortable. Just knowing in the back of his mind how often he�d dreamed about being in bed with Dutch made him feel even worse. Dutch shivered violently at that moment, his teeth chattering, and his breath coming in little stuttered gasps. Vic chided himself for being stupid and reaching out he wrapped one arm around Dutch�s lower chest and nestled in behind him.
Reaching up Vic laid his hand on Dutch�s arm, and began rubbing along its length, trying to impart some warmth and blood flow. Lying this close Vic could breathe in Dutch�s scent with every breath, and he felt it filling him. The feel of lean muscle under his hand and the long line of the other man�s body pressed up against him were intoxicating. Vic closed his eyes, breathing in deeply and leaning his forehead down against Dutch�s shoulder. He stopped rubbing Dutch�s arm and reached down instead to grasp one frozen hand, entwining his fingers in between Dutch�s as he did so.
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