Title: The Speeding Ticket

Author: Shadows Falling

Fandom: Emergency!/Adam-12 crossover

Pairing: Johnny Gage/ Pete Malloy

Rating: BDSM/SLASH/ NC-17 *GRAPHIC SEMI-CONSENTUAL M/M SEX* No real

violence, but there is some serious COERCION involved. IF THIS IS NOT

YOUR CUP OF TEA, PLEASE USE YOUR DELETE KEY NOW!!!

Status: New, complete

Archive: Yes, please PEJA!

E-mail address for feedback: shadowsfalling@yahoo.com

Series/Sequel: None

Other websites: Nope.

Disclaimers: COPYRIGHT December, 2000 BY: Shadows Falling

THIS STORY IS WRITTEN FOR PLEASURE AND IS NOT INTENDED

TO INFRINGE ON ANY PREEXISTING COPYRIGHTS THAT MAY BE

VIOLATED. FEEL FREE TO SHARE WITH FRIENDS, BUT NOT FOR PROFIT. THIS

STORY IS FICTIONAL, A WORK OF THE WRITER'S OWN WARPED IMAGINATION.

THE CHARACTERS AND INCIDENTS USED IN THIS STORY ARE PURELY FICTIONAL

AND ARE NOT BASED ON ANY PERSON AND/OR PERSON'S ACTUAL EXPERIENCES

Notes: Please ignore any inaccuracies in police procedure- I'm not

all that knowledgeable on the subject. This story was inadvertently

inspired by the Adam-12 episode "Reason to Run", in which Randy

Mantooth guest starred. TVLand aired it the other night. I always

liked Pete Malloy, and when I think of Randy, I think of Johnny Gage,

and that was it. Away I went!

Summary: Johnny Gage gets an expensive speeding ticket. Pete Malloy

gives him a way to get out of it.

THE SPEEDING TICKET

By Shadows Falling

Johnny Gage knew he was speeding as the Land Rover blew past the road

construction sign. He saw that the sign stated that fines for

speeding and other violations would be doubled in the construction

zone, but he just didn't care at the moment. It was late, almost

1:00 a.m. He was tired, and in a particularly foul mood. He was

returning home from a party at Chet's, and the evening hadn't gone

very well. He was the only one there without a date, the food was

lousy, and he almost got into a fight with some huge hose jockey from

the Pasadena Fire Department. All he wanted to do now was to go home

and go to bed.

Just as he had convinced himself that the whole, rotten evening was

behind him, he glanced in the rear view mirror and saw red lights

flashing.

"Oh no," he said out loud. "Tell me you're not coming after me!"

Then he heard that short "whoop" of a siren that always meant "Pull

over!" Johnny swore under his breath, brought the Land Rover to a

stop, and shut off the engine. He roughly brushed his hair back with

his hand and waited for the inevitable.

"Perfect. Just perfect!" he groaned. He didn't have to wait long.

A lone uniformed figure appeared at the driver's side window and

shined a flashlight beam right in his face.

"Do you mind?" Johnny complained. "You're blinding me!"

The figure spoke. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. You of

all people should know better than to be speeding through a

construction zone. What were you thinking?"

Johnny recognized the voice as that of Pete Malloy. It was bad enough

that he was being stopped, let alone being stopped by someone he

knew. He had first met Pete at the firefighter's picnic, and had run

into him every now and then at various parties and get-togethers.

Joanne DeSoto and Jean Reed were friends. Roy DeSoto was Johnny's

partner, and Jim Reed was Pete's partner. Sometimes the Fire

Department and the Police Department seemed as one and the same to

Johnny.

Johnny was embarrassed. "Hi, Pete," he grinned. "I guess I was in a

bit of a hurry."

"Doing 73 in a 45? I'd say so. Doesn't the fire department frown on

these sorts of things?" Pete replied.

Johnny groaned. Pete had a habit of being very droll at times like

these. It was the last thing Johnny needed. He had already had a

couple of speeding tickets, and this one was going to be really

expensive- never mind what it was going to do to his car insurance.

To make matters worse, if that was possible, Pete was right. The fire

department DID frown on these kinds of things.

"Step out of the car, please." Pete said.

Johnny got out and handed Pete his license, registration, and

insurance cards.

"Where's your partner tonight?" Johnny asked, trying to break the

tension. "Since when did you start riding alone?"

"Since Reed's wife got sick," Pete replied, as he ran Johnny's

license. "He's been home taking care of Jean and the baby. I guess

they figured I could handle traffic stops by myself."

"Oh," Johnny said, not being able to think of a witty reply. "How

much is this gonna cost me?" he asked.

"Do you really want to know?" Pete replied.

"No." Johnny said meekly.

Pete walked up and handed Johnny his cards back. His eyes widened and

he suddenly said, "Have you been drinking? I can smell liquor on your

breath!"

Johnny panicked. "I only had a couple beers at this stupid party I

was at!" he cried. "I'm not over the legal limit! I'm as sober as you

are!"

"I'm gonna have to test you," Pete said.

"Are you kidding me?" Johnny whined. "You know I wouldn't drink and

drive!"

Pete just gave him that look that police officers always give when

they don't want to hear any excuses.

"Procedure," Pete said, as he went to get his portable breath-a-

lyzer. He walked up to Johnny and handed him the unit. "OK, breathe

into this," he said.

Johnny complied sheepishly and handed the device back to Pete. He

was really worried. He knew he should have waited a little longer

before leaving Chet's place, but he just wanted to get the hell out

of there. He thought he was all right to drive, but what if he was a

smidge over the limit? He didn't even want to entertain the thought.

"Damn!" Pete said. "They were supposed to have fixed this. My unit is

not working, so I'm gonna have to take you down to the station."

Johnny's eyes grew wide. "Pete, you're not serious, are you?" he

cried.

Pete said, "I have to. I can't let you go unless I can confirm that

you're not under the influence. Sorry, Johnny. It's procedure. Turn

around and put your hands behind your head".

Johnny was stunned. "You're gonna cuff me?" he almost whispered.

Pete replied, "I have to, it's…"

"I know, I know!" Johnny cut him off. "It's procedure!"

Pete cuffed Johnny, locked up his Rover and put him in the back of

the squad car. Johnny was terribly upset. He knew that the fire

department wasn't going to like this. Captain Stanley would be

furious, Roy would be disappointed, and he didn't even want to think

about what Chet would say. It was turning out to be the worst night

of his life.

"Cheer up, Johnny," Pete said, breaking the heavy silence. "Maybe

when we get back to the station we can work something out."

Johnny said nothing. He was too busy worrying. The rest of the ride

back to the station was silent. Johnny just stared at the uniformed

figure in front of him as they drove.

Johnny liked Pete Malloy. Pete was strong, confident, and able to

stand his ground under any circumstances. He always seemed to be in

charge of the situation, whatever it was. That was something Johnny

was never able to do. Pete always appeared to be in complete control

of his life, while Johnny's was always in a state of utter chaos.

Johnny wished he could be more like Pete in that respect. However,

Pete could also be forceful and intimidating at times. That was part

of being a cop. Sometimes he intimidated Johnny a little.

When they arrived at the station, Pete took Johnny inside and

processed him. Johnny was searched, and then told to undress. He was

given some rather odd looking garments to put on. They looked like

surgical scrubs, but the had Velcro closures in odd places. Johnny

kept his head down and his eyes to the floor. He was mortified. It

didn't occur to him at the time that his traffic stop was being

handled in a most peculiar manner. He had other matters on his mind.

What if he saw somebody he knew? What would he say? He wanted to sink

into the floor without a trace and never come up again. Meanwhile,

Pete was talking to the desk sergeant. Both men were studying Johnny

and grinning. A couple of scruffy-looking characters in handcuffs

were eyeballing Johnny and blowing kisses at him. Johnny was just

praying that he wouldn't have to share a temporary cell with them.

Finally, Pete came back to him.

"I guess this is kinda rough on you, huh Johnny?" Pete said. His tone

was concerned and compassionate. "Come on. I'll take you downstairs

and we'll see if we can't arrange something."

Pete led Johnny down a long, dimly lit flight of stairs to a heavy

door with a lock on it. Pete unlocked and opened the door.

"In here," he said, and Johnny entered. Pete closed and locked the

door behind them.

The room was bare except for a few ropes suspended from the ceiling,

and a couple more stretched out on the thickly carpeted floor. There

was a large cabinet in the corner. Johnny looked around. There were

no windows, and the painted walls appeared to be quite thick.

"What do you do, torture prisoners in here?" Johnny quipped

nervously, making a feeble attempt at humor.

"Sometimes," Pete replied in a tone of voice that made Johnny

uncomfortable. "Only if they don't cooperate."

Johnny looked at Pete nervously and asked "Why did you bring me down

here?"

Pete replied, "So we could talk. You want to get rid of that speeding

ticket don't you? As I see it, you're in pretty deep trouble. If you

come up DWI, and I think you will, there will be hell to pay with the

fire department. You will probably lose your license with the extra

points you'll get, and then of course, there's the fine."

Johnny was really starting to sweat now. He knew Pete was

right. "What can I do?" he asked Pete, eyes pleading.

"There will have to be a penalty, some kind of punishment. However,

punishment can take many forms," Pete said matter-of-factly. Then he

looked Johnny straight in the eye. What are you WILLING to do?" Pete

asked, completely deadpan.

Johnny then knew where this was going. Pete knew that Johnny had been

with men before, and Johnny knew that Pete had also. Johnny knew what

Pete was expecting from him in exchange for forgetting the whole

incident. He looked at Pete, eyes wide and mouth open. Pete just

stood there, arms crossed, waiting for an answer. Johnny thought for

a moment, weighed his options, and made his decision.

"Anything," Johnny whispered, head down. "I'll do anything. Just

please promise you won't hurt me."

Pete could tell that Johnny was a little scared, and it upset him.

Johnny knew Pete as an acquaintance, not as a lover. He had no idea

what to expect from the big, blond, blue-eyed cop. Pete walked up to

Johnny and stroked the side of his face softly. "Don't worry. I'm not

into the rough stuff. I'm always gentle." he said. Pete's tone was

warm and gentle, and Johnny almost found it comforting. Almost.

Pete led Johnny to the center of the room and started doing something

with the cuffs behind him. Johnny thought he was taking them off, but

Pete released one of the cuffs, spun Johnny around, and re-cuffed him

so that his hands were now in front of him. Johnny could see now that

Pete had attached one of the ceiling ropes to the chain between the

cuffs. Pete pulled on the other end of the rope, lifting Johnny's

arms up over his head. Then Pete walked behind Johnny again. This

time he quickly looped a floor rope around each one of Johnny's

ankles. Another pull and Johnny's legs were held wide apart, his feet

still on the floor. Pete was still standing behind him.

"Are you ok?" Pete asked. "Not too tight?"

Johnny nodded nervously. The ropes were smooth and didn't cut in at

all, and Pete had left the cuffs nice and loose so they didn't bind.

Pete slipped his arms around Johnny's chest and buried his soft, warm

lips in Johnny's neck. He started kissing, licking and nibbling

Johnny's neck and his ears until his breathing became very heavy and

raspy. His large hands caressed Johnny's chest. Then they wandered

underneath Johnny's shirt and began to roll and tweak his sensitive

nipples until they were hard as sapphires. Then Pete let his hands

slip down Johnny's torso to his groin. Johnny was hard as a rock, and

Pete just rubbed and stroked gently through the clothes, until Johnny

was moaning steadily and trying to push back against Pete's body.

Pete stopped, moved in front of Johnny and began to undo the Velcro

on Johnny's clothes. In a matter of seconds, Johnny was naked. Johnny

just closed his eyes while Pete ran his hands all over Johnny's body

as he circled him- caressing him, inspecting him and admiring him.

Then Pete grabbed Johnny by the back of his head and kissed him, full

and deep, savoring the taste of his pretty prize. When he was

finished, he left Johnny and walked over to the large cabinet in the

corner. When Pete opened it, Johnny gasped and his eyes flew open.

There before him was the largest collection of toys and gadgets he

had ever seen.

"See something you like?" Pete chuckled.

There were whips, chains, feathers, dildos of every possible shape

and size, cock rings, nipple weights, hoods, paddles and some nasty-

looking contraptions that Johnny had never seen before.

Pete saw Johnny's concerned expression and said, "Don't worry, I

won't use them all."

Pete took out a blindfold, walked over to Johnny and covered his

eyes. "This is so you won't be distracted," he said. Then he went

back to the cabinet and got a little wooden paddle and a cock ring.

Johnny stood nervously, excited by all of the toys and the sensations

He just hoped that Pete would keep his word about being gentle.

Pete got undressed. Then he fastened the cock ring around Johnny's

swollen shaft so that he wouldn't come before Pete was ready. This

was punishment, after all. He started to suckle Johnny's perfect

nipples, while he reached around and caressed Johnny's ass, pinching

his cheeks gently. He nibbled on each tiny nub, one at a time, then

licked and sucked them. Occasionally he'd blow on them, making them

hard as pebbles before he assaulted them again with his lips and

tongue. Johnny loved to have his nipples sucked, and Pete was an

expert at it. The sensations were driving Johnny crazy. He tried to

push his pelvis forward, to rub his aching cock against Pete's body.

"Pleeease Pete, suck my cock." Johnny begged.

Pete responded with a sharp smack to Johnny's ass that made him jump.

Johnny yelped when he felt the paddle and froze.

"Stop that!" Pete said firmly. "You'll get only what I give you. If

you misbehave, I'll stop and leave you all horny like this."

"Please!" Johnny gasped. "I'll behave. Please don't stop! Not now!

Please!"

Pete laughed and resumed torturing Johnny's nipples while Johnny went

crazy all over again. After Pete had had enough of that, he moved

behind Johnny and knelt down. He let the tip of his tongue wander

freely over Johnny's ass cheeks, making Johnny squirm. Then he spread

Johnny's cheeks with his hands and let his long hot tongue fill

Johnny's crevice. Johnny groaned loudly, and tried to wriggle back

against Pete's tongue. That only got him another sharp smack.

"What did I tell you?" Pete demanded.

"I'm sorry." Johnny whimpered. "I can't help it. You're driving me

crazy!"

"You'd better learn to help it. I won't tell you again." Pete said

sternly.

Then Pete went back to licking Johnny's ass. He spread Johnny's

cheeks as wide as he could and gave his tight little entrance a long,

exciting tongue bath. He teased it with his tongue, pushing inside

just a little and then rimming Johnny for all he was worth. Johnny

was writhing like crazy in his restraints, moaning loudly. The pre-

cum was dripping in long, glistening strings from the end of his

cock. Pete saw this and stopped.

"Do you realize the mess you're making?" Pete scolded. "Now I have to

clean that up!"

He knelt in front of Johnny and licked the tip of Johnny's cock,

lapping up every pearly drop. Johnny uttered a strangled scream, and

thrust his hips forward. Pete suddenly stopped, and Johnny heard him

get up and step away.

"Please, Pete! I'm sorry! Please don't stop!" Johnny was almost

crying. His body was ablaze with desire.

Pete leaned back up against the cabinet and smiled as he stroked

himself. His own cock was hard as steel and he was enjoying watching

Johnny in his fevered, helpless state. Pete had always liked Johnny

Gage. Pete was several years older, and he liked Johnny's boundless

energy and reckless personality. Life as a police officer had made

Pete somewhat stoic and cynical at times, but he could be a lot of

fun when he allowed himself to be. Pete had a good sense of humor,

and a gentle heart. He'd never intentionally hurt anyone, and it

really bothered him that Johnny had been so scared. Pete would never,

ever hurt a lover. He just wanted to have a good time, and he wanted

Johnny to have one, too. He was certainly doing his best to show

Johnny a good time. Pete was never really going to come down hard on

Johnny about the ticket. He just loved a good game now and then,

particularly the kind he was playing with Johnny at the moment. To

Pete, Johnny was the perfect partner for such antics.

"I told you I'd stop if you didn't behave," Pete said.

Johnny was really whining now, and Pete let him go on while he picked

out some more toys from the cabinet. He felt a little sorry for

Johnny, all tied up and horny as hell. He wouldn't make wait him too

long, but punishment was punishment.

After a minute or two, which of course seemed like an eternity to

poor Johnny, Pete stepped in front of him and stood still. Johnny

quieted down, nervously licking his lips when he sensed Pete's

presence. Pete ran his tongue across Johnny's pouty mouth.

"Like that?" Pete asked.

Johnny licked his lips. "Yes, Pete." Johnny panted.

"Want more?" Pete asked, brining his face close to Johnny's.

"Yes, Pete. Oh god, pleeeaaase Pete!" Johnny pleaded.

"Do you think you can be good now?" Pete asked sternly.

"Yes, Pete. I'll be good, I swear!" Johnny stammered.

"All right then," Pete said, "I'll take good care of you." He took

Johnny in his strong arms and held him tight, kissing him so deeply

and passionately that it took Johnny's breath away. His tongue probed

Johnny's mouth with expert precision. Johnny did his best to return

the kiss, but Pete was completely overpowering him.

Johnny had never been so excited in his life. He was so hot it was

almost painful, and he loved every minute of this. Johnny had heard

through the grapevine that Pete was a great lover. Pete was being

gentle, as he promised, even if he was teasing the daylights out of

him. Johnny knew that if Pete kept this up he would have an orgasm

that would send him straight into the stratosphere.

No one had ever lavished so much attention on him before. Most of

Johnny's previous lovers would let him lavish attention upon them,

and then fail to reciprocate in kind. Johnny usually got no more than

a cheap quickie in the end. It had happened so often that Johnny just

came to expect it. Tonight though, he almost felt like a virgin, and

it thrilled him to the depths of his soul. Someone was actually

loving HIM for a change, pleasing HIM. He was glad he got that

speeding ticket. He was glad he was with Pete Malloy tonight.

Pete started kissing his way down along Johnny's body, hands stroking

and caressing as he went. He loved the way Johnny responded to his

touch; the way the slightest stroke in any sensitive area would

elicit such an enthusiastic reaction from his lover. Pete stroked and

nibbled the insides of Johnny's thighs. He picked up a feather and

started running it over the sensitive skin there, then carefully

licked Johnny behind the knees. He stopped to play with Johnny's

balls for a while, gently rolling them between his fingers, and

stroking his sac with the feather. Then he used the feather to tease

Johnny's nipples some more, while he lavished wet, plush kisses

randomly over and around Johnny's entire groin area. Johnny's head

was rolling from side to side, and he was groaning loudly. Pete

moved behind him again and began to lick and suck his balls from

behind. Johnny fought the urge to try and bend over. He didn't want

Pete to stop again.

Then Pete started playing with his ass again. Johnny felt something

press up against his entrance, and felt it starting to slip in. Pete

had selected a dildo he though Johnny would like, and had lubed it

thoroughly. Once he had worked it deep inside, he turned on the

vibrator, increasing the speed as Johnny's body increased its

quivering. Pete worked the toy in and out, making sure that each

thrust seduced Johnny's prostate. Johnny's cock was dripping again,

so Pete repositioned himself in front of his lover, working the dildo

from in between Johnny's legs.

Pete got down on his knees and started sucking Johnny's cock. He

licked up and down the shaft, pleasured the sensitive head with

flicks of his tongue, then sucked it softly and teased it with his

fingertips of his free hand. Johnny was in an ecstatic frenzy now,

totally out of control.

"Please Pete, make me cum! I can't stand anymore!" Johnny cried, his

voice reduced to a raspy whisper between the moans. Pete gave him

another smack. Johnny whimpered and writhed.

"You're gonna have to stand it. I'm not through with you. Besides, I

want to fuck you first, and I'm just not ready yet." Pete said.

Johnny was ready to explode. He was almost in tears now.

Pete was a very experienced lover. He knew exactly where Johnny was,

and was watching him carefully. He knew that if he teased Johnny for

too long, the experience would no longer be pleasurable. He would not

allow that to happen, but he knew Johnny could take a little bit

more. He wanted to tease Johnny all night long, but Johnny was still

too young and horny to stand it. Pete turned up the vibrator to its

highest speed, and continued pleasuring Johnny's cock with his

extremely talented mouth. The cock ring was doing its job, keeping

Johnny from cumming.

Johnny was almost screaming in ecstasy now, as his pleasure increased

exponentially with every stroke of the dildo and every suck on his

cock. His eyes were glazed, pupils dilated, and set in a vacant

stare. His body was quaking violently. Pete stopped what he was doing

and stood behind Johnny again. Johnny knew what was coming next. He

could hardly wait.

Pete quickly lubed his cock and slipped it into Johnny's tight

tunnel. He used the fingertips of one hand to tantalize the sensitive

nipples, and the other hand to firmly stroke Johnny's throbbing cock

from base to tip. When he reached the tip, he would twist his hand

gently over and around the swollen head, sending shock waves of

pleasure through Johnny's entire being, making him shudder

uncontrollably. His lips and tongue were at Johnny's neck and ears

again, licking, nibbling, and teasing.

Johnny was falling apart, completely at Pete's mercy. His frenzied

cries were in unison with Pete's thrusting and stroking.

Finally, Pete decided that Johnny had had enough. He released

Johnny's cock ring just as he was about to explode himself. They came

together. Pete held onto Johnny tight as the violent spasms overtook

them both. Johnny came so hard he almost passed out. Everything went

white, and then gray for a moment as the waves crested and crashed.

He screamed so loud and hard it felt like his lungs would explode.

Pete thrust deep into Johnny when his orgasm hit, filling Johnny's

tunnel with everything he had. Pete was impressed at how far Johnny

shot his load when he came. So was Johnny when he had calmed down

enough to notice.

Pete was still holding onto Johnny as he undid the handcuffs. Johnny

collapsed into his arms. Pete took him down to the floor, released

his ankles, and just held him, stroking, kissing and rocking him.

Johnny was limp as a rag doll, completely exhausted and completely

satisfied. He slipped his arms around Pete's waist, and laid his head

on Pete's chest, eyes closed. Pete was nice and warm. They stayed

like this for some time. Johnny loved to be cuddled after sex, and

this was something else he rarely experienced. He looked up at Pete

with his soulful brown eyes, and noticed for the first time the

softness and warmth in those clear blue eyes of Pete's. They smiled

down at him.

"It wasn't too much for you, was it?" Pete asked, running his fingers

through Johnny's thick dark locks.

"No, Pete. It was perfect, really. Nobody ever loved me like that

before." Johnny answered.

"Well, don't you think it's high time somebody did?" Pete asked

gently, planting a warm, soft kiss on Johnny's lips. Johnny just

smiled and snuggled up closer. Pete just squeezed him tighter.

"What about the ticket?" Johnny ventured.

"Did you get a ticket tonight? I don't remember anything about a

ticket" Pete grinned.

Johnny sighed and dozed off, safe and warm in Pete's arms. He was

content, the most content he could ever remember being.

After Johnny had taken a good long nap, Pete woke him up, then got

him cleaned up and dressed. He took Johnny back out to his Land

Rover. It was 4:30 a.m. Johnny didn't want the night to end.

"Can't you stay a little while Pete?" Johnny started. "I'm not ready

to leave you yet. We could sit in the back of the Rover and…" Pete

cut him off with a swift kiss.

"Believe me, Johnny, there's nothing I'd like to do more than stay

with you, but I'm supposed to be on duty. You know, to protect and to

serve?" Pete kissed him again and turned to get into his squad car.

Johnny stopped him. "I want to see you again, Pete." Actually, he

wanted to see Pete again and again and again.

"Well, you know how to find me, Johnny. Just speed past my squad car

again. If you don't want the ticket, maybe we can work something

out." Pete grinned.

Johnny smiled. He knew he would be seeing Pete again sometime very

soon.

FINIS!