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Title: - When I Think About You
Author: - Katt
E-mail: - kattanon@yahoo.co.uk

Rating: - NC-17
Series: - Undertow Part 4/?
Feedback: - Like it or loathe it let me know
Archive: - Archived at the Shield Fanfiction Archive
Disclaimers: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX. The song "I Touch Myself" is performed by "The Divinyls".

When I Think About You � "Dawg Days"

"I love myself

I want you to love me

When I�m feelin� down

I want you above me

I search myself

I want you to find me

I forget myself

I want you to remind me
I don�t want anybody else

When I think about you

I touch myself

I don�t want anybody else

Oh no, oh no, oh no."

Jesus what a day. He felt so tired, weighed down by problems and responsibilities. Having to slap Rondell down, shoving T-Bonz and Kern in that container so they could "work out" their differences, then finally an hour at the hospital while Megan was examined, and the worry of Matthew on top of everything else. Corrine had already gone to bed, exhausted by the drama at the hospital, and the constant worry of what the diagnosis was going to be concerning Matt. He needed to wash away the stink of the day though. He needed to relax under a hot shower, working out some kinks.
He didn�t mean to think about Dutch, but as he began to soap himself, feeling his hands glide over his skin, he couldn�t help himself. It was his own fault; he�d poisoned himself with a touch. He hadn�t meant to do it, but he�d been too weak to resist. He closed his eyes, and began lazily stroking himself as he relived the memory. In the nightclub he�d been talking with Lem about Kern when Dutch had overheard and asked,
"Who�s Kern Little?"
Wanting to make sure Dutch stayed out of the Strike Team�s business Vic had made light of it,
"Listen Dutchboy don�t get your clogs all dirty, we�ll deal with Kern Little."
He�d laughed, so had Lem, while Dutch�s mouth had just tightened a little at the jibe, no doubt one he�d heard before, more than once. Vic hadn�t meant to, but he hadn�t been able to stop himself from softening his words with a touch. A couple of light, friendly taps on the shoulder, trying to convey that he wanted to share the joke with Dutch, not make him the butt of it. That had been the plan, but then he�d felt the heat. Through Dutch�s clothes he�d felt the heat of his body, the solidity of it, and suddenly he hadn�t wanted to let go.
Despite the fact that they were surrounded by their colleagues, that Lem was standing right next to them, Vic hadn�t wanted to let go. He�d slid his hand down over Dutch�s upper arm, around to his back, yearning for the contact. Feeling the form under the clothes. Imagining the play of pale skin over hard muscle. His touch had lingered a little too long as he�d passed by, and now he couldn�t forget it. Now he longed for more.

"You�re the one who makes me happy

You�re the sun who makes me shine

When you�re around I�m always laughing

I want to make you mine

I close my eyes

And see you before me

Think I would die

If you were to ignore me

A fool could see

Just how much I adore you

I get down on my knees

I�d do anything for you
I don�t want anybody else

When I think about you

I touch myself

I don�t want anybody else

Oh no, oh no, oh no."

Soap on his hand making the slide of his hard flesh easier. The hot water massaging the stiff muscles in his neck. The tension easing and flowing away down the plughole with the water. Vic reached down with his left hand fondling his balls, rolling first one, then the other, between his fingers, as he continued to stroke himself. Rubbing his thumb over the slit spreading his pre-cum down over his length. The hand he had wrapped around his cock, the hand he�d touched Dutch with, the hand he wanted to do more with than fleetingly touch. He wanted to undress Dutch, watch the slim body slowly being revealed. He wanted to skim his fingers lightly over all that pale, pale flesh, making the other man shiver and gasp at his touch. He wanted to caress, and scratch, to pinch and stroke. He wanted to take, and be taken, to possess and to give.
Moving his hand faster over his hot flesh Vic imagined doing this to Dutch. Giving him pleasure, making him hard, making him moan, making him thrust, making him want. Vic wanted to give him everything. He wanted to get down on his knees and take Dutch into his mouth. Vic licked his lips at the thought of taking the younger man deep into his throat. The feel of hard, silken skin against his lips. The musky scent of the other man, the taste of Dutch on his tongue. Vic imagined the slow, teasing scrape of his teeth against Dutch�s cock. The slight sting of it instantly soothed away by long licks from his tongue.
Vic rubbed his balls, his thumb mirroring the motion over the sensitive head of his cock. He imagined Dutch reaching down, his hands on his scalp. Thrusting his cock into Vic�s mouth. Meaningless moans escaping Dutch�s mouth as Vic�s tongue reduced him to incomprehensible sound. All would conspire to urge Vic on, to make him take Dutch in deeper. He�d reach between Dutch�s legs, and fondle his balls, just like he was squeezing his own.
Wanting to mirror on his own body, what he was doing to Dutch in his fantasy, Vic moved his fingers further back. He could feel the building tingle of orgasm as he lightly stroked his perineum. Dutch would open his legs wider, welcoming Vic�s touch. He�d moan and gasp "yes" when Vic�s fingers found the opening to his body.
Teasing the entrance to his own body with a finger Vic bit down on his lip as he felt his orgasm approaching. His hand stroking in hard, and fast jerks, his left hand leaving his ass to brace himself against the tiled wall as he came.
Eyes still closed Vic leaned his head back into the jet of hot water. The evidence of his fantasy swirling away with the water. Finally reaching up he shut off the shower, and stepping out into the cooler air of the bathroom Vic reached for the towel.
As he slid into bad next to Corrine, being careful not to awaken her, Vic felt warm, relaxed, and ready for sleep. Just as he was dropping off to sleep he sighed as he could feel the ghost of heat and muscle under his hand.

"I love myself

I want you to love me

I want you above me

I search myself

I want you to find me

I forget myself

I want you to remind me
I want you

I don�t want anybody else

And when I think about you

I touch myself."
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