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In just one week Dale and Harry had developed an uncanny ability to communicate without words. As an expert in body language, Dale found it easy to predict other people’s actions, feelings and their motives.
But Dale had never met anyone who could do the same back to him. Especially on the level Harry was operating at.
Dale found it fascinating that Harry could quite literally read Dale’s mind at all times. He was able to tell when Dale was onto a clue. He was able to fall in line or spread out with a single gesture. He always knew when Dale was hungry or in need of a fresh hot cup of coffee. Perhaps the most impressive thing was that he always knew when Dale needed low lights and some quiet time to reflect on a day’s work.
In truth, Dale was thoroughly impressed with Sheriff Truman’s observations of him. He had never met another person that was so in tune with him, especially in such a short amount of time.
And thus Dale decided that Harry was one of the most fascinating people he had the pleasure of meeting. He needed to study him more closely. Needed to figure out what made Sheriff Truman tick.
He took note of everything he could find about Harry. His hand gestures, his smiles, the creases around his eyes, his velvety gentle voice…Dale catalogued it all, whispering his findings into his tape recorder under a Great Northern blanket. Carefully labelled as: Private do no send.
So after a week of thorough observation, Dale concluded two surprising things to be true about the Sheriff Harry Truman:
One–Harry wore the most unusual, intoxicating cologne. Sturdy, clean and with a little intrigue. A leathery, woody musk with a surprisingly sweet overtone for such a masculine scent. Citrus he noted. The sweetness was fleeting, barely detectable unless someone spent most of their day in close proximity to him...like Dale had done everyday.
Two–Harry was sexually attracted to him.
It was a fact not just mere speculation on Dale’s part.
Harry was subtle about it–almost to an extreme degree. Clearly a man who already knew about his attraction to men and knew how to rein it in.
He noticed the way Harry’s hand lingered on his lower back as he guided him around town. The way he brushed his fingers against Dale’s as he passed him a coffee cup. The way he stood too close with his pupils blown, making his already deeply dark brown eyes look completely black at times. The quick, subtle glances down to Dale’s lips–
Dale was positively delighted by this revelation. Because he in turn was extremely sexually attracted to Harry.
How could he not be? With Harry’s rugged physique and gentle personality. Those sturdy shoulders and nice hands. His beautiful, soft, soft eyes. The small dusting of chest hair that peeked over the top of his unbuttoned collar.
And his voice–golly. Dale can’t remember the last time he heard something as pleasant as Sheriff Truman’s voice. His comforting, wispy cadence had been caressing his ears all day. Low and gentle like warming caramel.
Harry was definitely Dale's type and definitely the type of man he would have tried to entice to his bed in his younger years.
At his age, Dale was thoroughly unashamed of his sexual nature. He had studied it, scrutinised it, placed it under a microscope–examined it from every angle to come to the conclusion–Yes, he enjoyed sex very much. Sex with women: fantastic. Sex with men: fantastic.
Unfortunately for him, his sexual experiences had been thinned out over the last year. His time with Caroline had left him feeling too raw and emotionally vulnerable for casual sex with strangers.
It had been a while since Dale had received any attention men. He hadn’t been intimate with another man in a long, long time. And it was not from the lack of trying from his part, just the lack of opportunity he supposed.
His botched undercover work in the San Francisco gay club had left him extremely traumatised, still unable to sleep some nights even after all these years. He had found that he couldn’t bring himself to go back to an environment like that again–despite how much he had initially enjoyed himself.
So he was now reduced to finding male attention the difficult way. Through the tedious process of watching for eyes that lingered too long, or listening out for a keyword or phrase that hinted someone might also be gunning for some company too.
And if Harry S Truman was a man looking for some male company…then Dale had hit the jackpot.
He couldn't pretend his own eyes didn’t linger on Harry’s forearms as he rolled his shirt up to his elbow, the way his adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke, the small creases around his eyes when laughed, his hands–God his hands. Dale felt his face heating up as thoughts of Harry’s hands on him filled his head–
God, he wanted this. He needed this.
Harry. The sturdy town Sheriff– a man probably too into his role to give too much of himself away in casual sex. He could give Dale the detached, raw, sexual release he had been craving for a long time.
As such, they both sat comfortably with the electric sexual chemistry between them. It was the kind of exciting tension that made the air around them warm–heated even. It excited Dale in a way he had not been in a long time. A simple clean cut, cloying sexual attraction. A tale as old time. The oldest tale in the book in fact.
After another stake out at the RoadHouse, they were stuck seated in Harry’s cruiser for a while. Waiting for Hawk to radio in about the information they just gave about Leo Johnson. If Harry minded the mess Dale was making with his whittling, he made no show of it. He just crossed both arms over the steering wheel, staring out at the empty road, lost in his own thoughts.
Dale glanced sideways, allowing himself to linger on Harry’s hands once more. From the moment they shook hands in that cold hospital hallway, Dale had known that he found Harry’s hands to be extremely nice. The man displayed his work through his hands–his fingers were calloused and scared from his line of work, his palms were strong and sturdy with knotted knuckles. The way his thick dark hair that that went up into his sleeves contrasted with the splattering of freckles that dotted his skin...it captivated Dale.
He let his gaze wander up the man's arms to his sturdy shoulders, letting it linger on the man’s handsome side profile. Dale had already run several scenarios in his head, each one arriving to the same solution–
Harry was safe.
Dale’s advances will not be met with disgust or violence here. There is a slim chance that perhaps Harry would react with fear. But most likely Harry would react with confusion and then either acceptance or rejection.
But he would not physically harm Dale for making a move–that he was sure of.
Dale knew this was a now or never decision. It's already been 7 days. If he left it too long, Harry and him will firmly slot into the role of co-workers…friends even. And Dale will never again make the mistake of getting involved with someone he works with.
Right now, they’re practically strangers. It's fun. It's perfect. Harry does not yet know of Dale’s past or flaws. And Dale does not know his either. It's better to do this now before they get to know each other better and like each other less for it. It's better to do this before Harry and Josie take their own situation a step further and become exclusive.
Dale made the decision.
Yes.
He tucked his whittling project in his pocket and folded both arms neatly on the dashboard in front of him, almost mirroring Harry's position. He leaned forward and dropped his head into his arms, tilting his face up at Harry with a small smile. He stayed like that, with Harry in his sights. Long enough for Harry to notice Dale was trying to get his attention.
“Something on my face, Cooper?” Harry quirked an eyebrow under the brim of his hat.
“Just my eyes, Sheriff.” Dale said teasingly, ready to go. Widening his smile with his teeth.
Harry smiled back amicably before seemingly registering what Dale had just said and the seductive lilt in his voice. His brows suddenly raised. He blinked several times and then turned his whole upper body to face Dale. Mouth slightly open, a question on the tip of his tongue.
Now.
Dale lifted his head from his arms and dropped his gaze to the man’s soft lips.
He let his eyes linger for a moment before blinking up at Harry. Exactly 3.45 seconds to be precise. Long enough for Harry to notice, short enough for him to ignore it if he wanted to.
Harry did not ignore it.
Dale saw Harry’s eyes drop down to his own lips–lightning quick. Almost immediately before looking back up.
Dale took the opportunity to make himself explicitly clear. He slid closer, untucking his arm from under his chin, keeping his head low and resting his cheek on the cold dashboard. He looked up at the man through his lashes–somewhat coyly before placing his hand on Harry’s thigh– appropriately–closer to his knee.
There was still room for Harry to deny what this was if he wanted to. Harry dropped his head down to look at the offending hand.
“Uh… Cooper. What do you think you are doing?”
“Propositioning you, Sheriff.” Dale kept his tone even and light. He knew there was no point beating around the bush here.
There was a long awkward silence where Dale waited for Harry to finish processing what was happening.
Finally Harry blinked and swallowed hard, his Adam's apple moved under his collar. “That simple, huh?”
Dale was pleased to see his deduction was correct and that Harry was reacting exactly how he had anticipated.
“I think it's a rather simple situation, Sheriff.” He pushed himself up from the dashboard, bringing his face closer to Harry’s, deliberately blinking his long lashes in a way a past lover had described as irresistible. “You are attracted to me and I am attracted to you. The world has aligned us to be in the right place at the right time. If you would like to engage in some…sexual activities…” he dropped his voice to a murmur. “..there is an opportunity here for you to do so.”
He gave Harry’s thigh a quick squeeze and then waited patiently. He could see the man’s mind working double time. Running the scenarios in his head just as Dale had already done.
“I…You sound pretty sure of yourself. What makes you think I'm attracted to you?” There was no accusation in his voice, just a genuine need for an answer.
“I’m not sure.” A lie. “There's room here for you to deny it if you wish to? Are you attracted to me, Harry?"
Harry adjusted his mouth and swallowed hard. The tension swirled around them as something cloying and heated seeped into the air.
“Shall I take your silence as a yes?”
Harry nodded wordlessly. Tipping his hat back with his thumb to get a better look at Dale’s face.
“Harry. I believe this could be very…convenient for you. We are both in similar lines of work, so we both understand the importance of discretion. And I believe I will only be here for about 5 days maximum. So it leaves us with no strings attached.”
“5 days? Discretion? You got this all figured out, huh?” Harry looked away, setting his jaw in a way that Dale did not quite recognise.
“Of course.”
Harry brought his hand up to Dale’s chin, tilting Dale’s head up and observing his face with his cool brown eyes. Dale's own eyes widened in excitement, his breath hitched as Harry pulled him closer with a firm grip on his jaw.
“Cooper. That was too bold of a move you just did.” His voice was lower and huskier than usual, it sent butterflies through Dale’s stomach. “This is a very dangerous game to be playing. This ain’t Philadelphia…most people around here won’t take too kindly to you ‘propositioning’ men.” His brow furrowed, his eyes sincere. “If you take your chances with the wrong guy, you could end up really hurt.”
There was no seduction in his voice despite the hand placed intimately on Dale’s chin. Instead there was a sense of urgency in Harry’s tone. It was a warning, he had mistaken Dale’s openness with naivety.
“Cooper. I mean it.” He added a touch softer.
Dale could see it in his eyes. Harry already cared about the safety of a stranger he met just a week ago. These were no empty words, he cared for Dale’s wellbeing. Just as any good Sheriff would care for all the residents in their town, even the unsavoury ones, even the ones he had not met.
Dale knew it was an indisputable fact– if someone were to take a shot at them right now, Sheriff Truman would not hesitate to push Dale out of the way and take the bullet for himself.
Dale was somehow even more attracted to him now, if that was possible.
“I know.” Dale smiled sincerely, not bothering to add a touch of flirtation in there. He slid his hand further up Harry’s thigh, excited by the thick muscle he felt there, his fingertips ever so lightly grazed his crotch. “That’s why I'm taking my chances with the right guy.”
Harry breathed deeply through his nose and stroked his thumb firmly across Dale’s cheek. Dale fluttered his eyes close momentarily, letting himself enjoy this touch even if a rejection was about to happen.
When Dale opened his eyes, Harry nodded–his tongue swiped over his lip nervously. “So. What did you have in mind?”
Dale felt his heart beat begin to race and his eyes lit up in excitement. He pushed his hand down more firmly at the fabric, feeling his cock through the thick trousers, making his intentions clear.
“Whatever you want, Sheriff.” He smiled as he tilted his head up to Harry’s face, blinking his lashes once more before gently ghosting his lips over Harry's teasingly. “Anything.”
“Okay, Agent Cooper.” Harry’s voice dropped low… silkier this time. Intimate. Dale felt a rush of blood heating his face at the sound of it. “Not here though.”
Harry turned away from him and turned the key to his ignition but made no attempt to remove Dale’s palm. He took the car out of the small side street they were parked at and began driving them down a long windy road.
Dale in turn kept his eyes forward on the road as he began palming at Harry's crotch. He could feel the obscene outline of his cock. He kept his rhythm steady, feeling the thick fabric itch at his palm as he grinded down. He could feel Harry hardening already, his breathing becoming unsteady.
When Harry brought the car to a stop, Dale leaned forward to look out the window. It was pitch black aside from the small light beaming from the car headlights. They were somewhere in the woods–far away from where any other human could see them–or hear them.
Dale felt a small shiver run down his spine. If he was here with any other man, he was quite certain that this could be a very dangerous situation. Dangerous like Harry just said. He was suddenly reminded again of that incident in San Francisco and swallowed hard to quell the queasiness.
“It’s okay, it's safe here.” Harry said assuredly, as if reading his mind. “We should be quick though if we don't want to get booked by the police.” He smiled at his own joke. When he turned to face Dale properly, his expression changed after seeing the apprehension on his face. “Or…we don’t have to do this if you’ve changed your mind.”
Another wave of affection hit Dale. Attracted to his chivalry, to his kindness–If he's not careful, he knows he could easily fall for Harry. He had to reign himself back in-
“Harry. I want this.” He said with every ounce of certainty he could muster, unbuckling his seatbelt and neatly slipping off his suit jacket to pool by his waist. “I’ve been thinking about this since the day we met.”
Harry glanced down to his lips as he unbuckled his seatbelt too. He didn't take his eyes off Dale as he flung his own jacket in the back seat. “Me too Cooper.” He quickly slipped his hat off and dropped it by his feet unceremoniously.
"Okay." Dale breathed. “Come here, Harry.” He said with more confidence than he felt, his heart was racing wildly in his chest. He swallowed hard and crooked his finger in invitation, hoping the action was somewhat enticing.
He didn’t have time to take in Harry’s amused smile because they both immediately surged forward for a kiss. Teeth clattering, hands gripping. Dale had expected some hesitation on Harry’s part, so he was surprised when the man immediately threw a strong arm over his shoulder, bringing Dale impossibly close–holding his head and kissing him with a vigour he had not expected from a quick sexual tryst in a car.
Dale quickly found that Harry was the perfect combination of gentle and demanding. Harry brought his other hand up to gently caress at Dale’s chest and neck as his tongue plunged roughly into Dale’s mouth–licking behind Dale’s teeth.
Dale gave back as good as he got, one hand made its way up to grip at his curls while the other tugged roughly at the necklaces on Harry’s neck. They kissed without finesse, hungrily and hurriedly–panting against each other's mouths.
They tried to separate but the urge to be touching was too strong. Harry was practically clawing at his chest, his fist wrapped tightly around the fabric like he was scared to let go. The man brought the arm around Dale’s shoulder down to cup Dale’s face instead, his strong fingers pressing indents into his jaw. He caught Dale’s lip between his teeth and Dale pulled back with his eyes scrunched, letting out a low whine.
Dale was not sure he had ever been kissed like that in his life. So tenderly, so passionately, so very desperately.
“Sheriff.” Dale panted, breathless in awe, a little overwhelmed. “That was quite a kiss.”
“Yeah?” Harry titled his head back, giving him a lazy grin, looking incredibly handsome and blissed out already. “You like that? Want another one?”
Dale nodded vigorously and leaned back in. Harry didn’t meet him halfway this time, instead he gave him a teasing smirk and dropped his head down to Dale’s neck–placing a quick kiss to the sensitive skin just above his collar. It was so delicate and soft, barely grazing against his skin–Dale couldn't help the way his breath hitched.
Harry brought his hand up to the back of Dale’s head, gripping lightly at his hair to pull his head back–giving himself access to Dale’s neck. Trailing kisses across Dale’s neck to the underside of his chin as his other hand worked to loosen his tie.
He expertly unbuttoned Dale’s top two buttons with one hand and began kissing the front of his throat, trailing his lips across his adam's apple. Dale’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Harry made his way down his open collar–sucking at his collarbone.
“Harry…” His name embarrassingly slipped out of his mouth before Dale could stop it.
Harry hummed appreciatively against his neck, quickly slipping his hands down to Dale’s belt and untucking his shirt.
“Is this okay?” Harry murmured against his skin, before biting lightly at his collarbone. “Can I touch you?”
A taut “Yes.” Was all Dale could manage, his mind was going dizzy with arousal.
He felt overwhelmed with sensations. The wetness of Harry’s tongue as he licked and sucked at his exposed collarbone. The scent of Harry’s heady citrus cologne mingling with his sweat. The taste of Harry's coffee and cigarettes lingering on his lips. His heavy hands making their way under his shirt, groping at his heated skin.
“Cooper, can you remove your shirt?”
Dale nodded vigorously. “If you kiss me again….please?”
Harry lifted his head and Dale felt weak to the soft, amused smile on his face. Harry leaned over the middle console and pushed Dale back against the chair. It probably wasn't the comfiest position for Harry, who had to twist at the waist to reach Dale. But Dale couldn't bring himself to make another suggestion when Harry pressed their lips together again.
The kiss was slower this time, sensual. Both taking their time to explore eachother. The only sound in the car was their soft breathing and kisses. Harry reached an arm over and tugged Dale’s chair down so it was in a lying position, making sure that Dale was comfortable. A gentleman in every sense Dale thought deliriously.
Dale was usually a very hard man to catch off guard. But he felt positively flustered at the rapt attention Harry was giving him. Even here the man seemed to be fully intuned with Dale’s body language, his hands and lips somehow always expertly caressing where Dale craved them. He hadn't even touched Dale’s cock yet but Dale’s whole body was already thrumming for him, chasing after his touches.
His own shaky hands barely did anything aside from cradle the man's jaw. Embarrassingly passive for a man like Dale, who usually prided himself in taking a more active role.
Harry suddenly sighed against his mouth in between kisses and Dale was sure he had never heard a sound so perfect–
Dale realised in that moment that he miscalculated. He very, very rarely misread a person, but he had utterly misread Harry. Misjudged even.
This is not the sexual encounter Dale had been expecting from a man who was drawn to the role of town Sheriff. Dale had expected a clothes on, lights off, eyes closed, quick and dirty sexual experience.
He had not expected Harry to kiss a man he'd known for 7 days so… tenderly, to stroke his hair and sensually caress his skin.
Dale had craved a raw, mindlessly detached sexual encounter with a man. But now he was being pressed against the car seat at the mercy of the gentle sheriff's sweet kisses…he was no longer sure of what he wanted. He was no longer sure of himself. The sting of being utterly wrong about Harry was completely drowned out by the man's tongue against the pulse of his neck—
Dale liked it–he liked it all a lot . Too much in fact, dangerously so. He wanted a lot more than Harry’s hands and kisses. He wanted… Harry. He wanted to be laid out for Harry to kiss him dizzy and fuck him senseless.
Dale quickly began undoing his buttons like Harry had asked before. His hands grazed over Harry's as he made his way down his torso. Harry pushed Dale’s shirt down his elbows and then hitched up Dale's undershirt, pressing it up for Dale to hold between his teeth.
His whole body felt like he was on fire. Harry’s mouth was on his now exposed skin like a starving man. He kissed a trail of wet kisses down Dale’s chest until he reached his nipple. Dale couldn't help the sharp intake of breath as Harry began languidly lapping around it whilst his hands explored over the heated skin of Dale’s torso. Harry trailed his tongue over to his other nipple, sucking gently and pulling a muffled sigh from Dale.
“Harry, fuck–” The swear slipped out of Dale's mouth before he had a chance to stop it. The undershirt fell from his lips and Dale slapped a hand over his mouth.
Harry lifted his head at the sound, his eyebrows raised high and mouth opened in surprise. His eyes raked over Dale's dishevelled appearance, looking over him with a mixture between heat and awe.
“I gotta say you're a surprising fella, Coop.” His lips quirked, adding a teasing lilt in his voice. “Didn’t think a buttoned up thing like yourself even knew a word like that."
Dale smiled under his palm. Harry must have seen it somehow because he smiled back, warm eyed and oh so very sweet. Harry removed Dale’s hand and pressed a soft kiss against his palm.
“Harry.” Dale said breathlessly before letting out a stuttery sigh.
Harry looked up at him with a heated expression. It burned Dale to his very core. His eyes were deeply dark and his mouth slightly parted. Dale felt taken apart by just his gaze. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so…wanted, so very desired.
“God, you sure are something.” Harry dropped his head back down, just slightly below Dale's shoulder, on his chest. He slid his hand up Dale’s torso to hold his undershirt in place. “You really are.”
Dale wanted to retort, wanted to coo or bait or flirt…anything. But his words were caught in his throat. A first for a man like Dale who usually couldn't shut his mouth during sex.
“Is this low enough for you?” He murmured against Dale's skin, pressing a kiss just above his nipple.
Before Dale could question him, Harry lightly caught his skin with his teeth–gently without hurting him. Dale understood his intentions immediately, vigorously nodding.
Harry wasted no time biting down on the skin, gently grinding his teeth. Somehow it was just what Dale wanted. His hands flew to the sides of Harry's head, holding him in place while the man left his mark.
“Good, Coop?” He murmured as he dragged his knuckles over his chest, to where Dale’s heart was hammering. “I can feel your heart racing.”
“Another please.” Dale pushed his head to the other side of his chest. He felt Harry's nose gently nuzzling his skin there before his teeth caught his skin once more. He bit down harder this time, causing a surprised groan from Dale. The man quickly lapped over the bite, soothing the skin with his tongue in lieu of an apology before sliding his head up to Dale’s collar one more.
“Fuck, fuck Coop– what do you want?” Harry gritted his teeth against his neck.
Dale had not experienced car sex before. He wasn't sure what to expect other than steamy windows and sticky leather seats. He wasn't sure how much he could ask for.
But he knew he wanted to be pressed against the back seat, now. His legs pressed close to chest as Harry fucked him into the leather. Or maybe Harry wouldn't be adverse to bending him over the hood of the car, he shivered at the thought–
He felt so impossibly aroused at this point, his cock was harder than he had felt it in a long time, his body strumming all over, he wanted–no needed Harry. Now. His rational part of his brain was trying to fire back up. It tried to blearily think of a coherent reason why he couldn't just push the Sheriff out of the car right now and ride him into the dirt–
“Harry…Harry..” Dale patted urgently against his shoulder. “Do you have supplies?”
“Supplies?” Harry’s hands stilled instantly and he pulled back to blink at Dale, he looked a little dazed. “I have a condom in my wallet. But er…no lube. I assumed the man who was confidently batting his eyes and groping my thigh would have the supplies ready to go before suggesting this.”
Dale felt his cheeks heating up, embarrassment beginning to surface. “Well. To tell you the truth I was just planning on using my hands on you. I hadn't expected you to get so…carried away.” He looked pointedly down at his torso, now wet from Harry’s tongue and teeth.
Harry followed his gaze, uncertainty flickered across his face. “Uh…sorry.” He gave a sheepish smile. “I thought because this was the only time this would happen…I wanted it to be good for you. ”
“It's been beyond good already, Harry,” Dale sighed softly, trying to catch his eyes. “What did you want?”
“I..uh…” Harry swallowed hard and looked away, his cheeks suddenly darkened. Dale’s heart pulled at the sight of Harry looking unabashedly…shy. Dale found it to be extremely adorable.
“It’s okay.” Dale whispered, placing both hands on the man's heated cheeks, turning his head back to face him. “I very much wanted that too. We’ll just have to make do with our hands, Sheriff.”
Harry just smiled and pushed Dale back against the seat. He tucked a finger under Dale’s jaw, guiding him to look into his eyes his hand slowly slid down Dale’s torso, to his crotch. He tapped his fingers against the zipper. “Can I?”
Dale nodded, briefly closed his eyes as the sound of his zipper being pulled down filled the car. Harry made quick work of his button and belts, thankfully wasting no time to tease. His palm grazed gently under his stomach before slinking into Dale’s underwear. Dale didn't waver the eye contact even as his breath hitched. Harry’s warm palm enclosed on his cock gently, teasingly, feather-light and barely touching.
He suddenly ducked his head back to Dale’s shoulder, his tongue back on his collarbone, gently kissing it as his hand grazed his cock. Harry quickly pulled up his hand and spat on his palm– the filthy sound of it made Dale dizzy. He dropped his hand back down and suddenly gave Dale a firm, rough tug– a juxtaposition to gentle lapping his tongue was doing around his neck.
With a firm hand in his hair, Harry pulled Dale’s head up to rest against his shoulder so he could witness his cock in Harry's palm. The sight of it was intoxicating, dizzying even. He committed every second of that sordid image to memory, knowing that he would revisit this moment later.
The man started a steady rhythm pumping at Dale's length. Dale’s nose pressed against his neck, inhaling at Harry’s earthy, sweet cologne. It was mixed with his sweat now, Dale thought it was the most intoxicating thing he had ever smelled. He panted hard against Harry’s shoulder, his hot breath moistening the fabric there. He grazed his teeth at it, gnawing gently through the shirt–trying to take a bite out of the sweet citrus scent somehow. Trying to muffle his little sounds as Harry’s hand sped up.
Harry’s hand stuttered momentarily as Dale bit down a little harder. He roughly grabbed at Dale’s hair and pulled him up for a kiss just as dizzying as their first one. Dale quickly brought his own hand to Harry’s torso, scrambling to reach Harry’s cock in this position. A difficult feat.
Without disconnecting their lips, he pushed the man back up so they were both sitting upright in their seats. Harry didn’t stop his hand even as Dale hurriedly unbuckled his belt. He struggled with the button and zipper, the pleasure from his cock and Harry's tongue in his mouth made his brain foggy.
He slipped his hand into his underwear and sighed when he finally felt Harry’s cock in his hand. It’s thick, he thought equal parts delirious and excited. He wanted to take a look at it but Harry’s insistent mouth was on his. Harry began speeding up his strokes and Dale moaned directly against his mouth. His breath stuttered again and again causing Harry’s cock to twitch in Dale’s hand.
Dale pulled back momentarily to spit in his own hand like Harry had done before. Harry's face was back in Dale’s space before he had a chance to look down, biting at Dale’s lip as he gripped Harry's cock once more.
“That feel good, Cooper?” Harry’s voice was low and rough against Dale’s lips as Dale began working his cock too.
“Exceedingly.” He whined the first word that came to his head.
That seemed to be the wrong answer–or the right one– because Harry pulled back and suddenly let out an unabashed laugh against his mouth–light and pearly. His eyes were warm and his smile stretched across his face. Dale got the feeling he wasn’t being laughed at–he had just simply just made Harry laugh.
There was a glint of fondness in the man’s eyes and Dale felt his heart flutter at the sight of it. Dale was suddenly overwhelmed by how much he already liked Harry. He couldn't stop his own grin meeting Harry’s.
God Harry really is something speci–no no no–.
Harry thumbed the sensitive tip of his cock as he leaned in and kissed the corner of Dale’s mouth–kissing his smile before going in for a slow languid kiss.
The contrasting speeds between his fast hand and slow mouth was making Dale dizzy. Dale can feel his own eyes begin to water as he deliriously wondered if he could feel the fondness leaking through Harry's kiss. It's all too soft, too tender, too much–
Don’t cry Cooper. Not here. Not now.
Harry twisted his hand in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure through Dale’s entire body. Dale gasped again, his orgasm was building up embarrassingly fast. His heart was pounding in his ears. Harry used his other hand to tilt Dale's jaw back up–so he was looking directly into Dale’s wet eyes.
Dale’s own hand on Harry’s cock began staggering, embarrassingly so judging by how composed Harry still was.
On top of everything Dale felt irritation begin to well up inside of him. He was supposed to be good at this. He had never left a partner disappointed before and he sure wasn't going to start with Harry. But something about Harry had made him lose all composure and competency the moment their lips had touched.
“Harry.” Dale pleaded, not really sure what he was asking for.
“Look at you, Coop. You look like a mess.” Harry's warm tone was unwaveringly affectionate.
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Harry quirked a smile, too impossibly handsome and Dale has to pull his head up–to look at the ceiling, blinking back his tears as he became overwhelmed in pleasure. He couldn't stop the small sounds escaping his lips.
“God you’re cute.” The teasing was too much, he must be doing this on purpose. He nosed against Dale's neck. “Real goddamn cute Cooper.”
Once again, Dale’s brain supplied him with no tantalising retort. Harry suddenly bit down on his neck without asking this time, a risky place for Dale to cover up later.
Dale let out a pitiful whimper, achingly overwhelmed. Harry must have liked the sound because he groaned with Dale’s skin still between his teeth.
“Harry–God Harry. I-I’m close...” Dale panted, over stimulated, unwanted feelings surfacing dangerously, his own hand struggling to keep the pace going on Harry's cock. He pushed Harry's head up, knowing he couldn't take much more of his lips.
“Yeah?” Harry shot back easily, somehow still composed. He dropped his voice to a filthy whisper. “You gonna come for me Cooper?”
Dale’s breath stuttered and he felt a tear slip from his wet eyes. He quickly buried his face into Harry's shoulder. Unbearably embarrassed he could be reduced to tears over a quick handjob in a car. Reduced to this…crumbling mess of a man. He's not sure what is making him feel overwhelmed but right now he feels suffocated.
He wanted to ask Harry to kiss him again, to kiss him on the mouth slowly like he did before. With all the warmth and affection he had been denying himself this past year.
“No fair Coop. I want to see you." Harry panted hotly against his ear, trying to pull him up by the hair. "Will you let me see you come?”
Dale shook his head vigorously into his shoulder, tears and shame leaking from his eyes as he pathetically began to cry. “Please.” He croaked out a muffled gasp into his neck.
Harry let out an amused sound, kissing the top of his head. God it's too much. Harry is too much–
He inhaled shakily as Harry’s pace sped up. The build up was driving Dale insane, he felt delirious, overwhelmed, desperate. He whimpered against Harry's shoulder, failing completely to keep his own hand and a steady pace on Harry's cock.
"Please, please..." He tried again desperately, still not sure what he was asking for himself. Praying Harry could figure him out.
“It’s okay Coop…” Harry dropped a kiss on his temple, gently carding through his hair despite the rapid pace of his other hand. “Will you come for me Dale?”
It was said gentler this time, sweetly. Somehow exactly what Dale needed. The most delicate, heartfelt request Dale had ever heard. It had Dale biting down into Harry's shoulder to stop the sob from escaping his lips as he was tipped over the edge, a full body experience that set his skin ablaze, had everything tingling from his head to his toes as he spilled himself onto Harry’s jerking hand.
When it was over, Dale was too embarrassed to lift up his head, he kept himself tucked against Harry's neck to muffle the small sounds of his sniffles. Harry didn’t try to push him away, he just gently stroked the back of his hair. It felt nice.
Dale adjusted his head so his forehead was resting on Harry's shoulder as he blinked down blearily at the mess between them. His softening cock was still in Harry's sticky hand. Harry's thick cock still fully erect between them.
The post coital orgasm had left his head in a haze. Without thinking or lifting his head from Harry's shoulder, Dale brought Harry’s sticky hand up to his lips and slowly licked a stripe from the bottom of his palm to the tips of his fingers. He heard Harry gasp above him as he placed the three fingers in his own mouth, sucking at them teasingly–tasting himself on Harry’s hand. He swirled his tongue around his fingers and glanced down to Harry’s cock–he wanted that. He needed it.
He lifted his head off Harry's shoulder, bringing his fingers up with him. He placed the three fingers back into his mouth, moaning around them when he felt Harry push down on his tongue.
When he lifted his gaze to Harry, the man's lids were hooded and his eyes were clouded with want. Dale’s own eyes were probably mirroring his, he desperately wanted to taste his cock. Needed it in his mouth.
“Jesus Christ, Cooper.” Harry's voice was low and hoarse as he slipped his fingers out of Dale’s mouth, a trail of saliva still connecting them to his lips.
“I’m going to suck your cock, Harry.” He closed his eyes and whispered feverishly against the palm of Harry's hand.
“You don’t have–”
“I’m going to suck your cock now.” Dale said with as much FBI authority as he could muster whilst probably still looking as pathetic as possible. His eyes were still wet with tears and his cheeks red from the crying.
Harry smiled and swiped a thumb under Dale’s eye, collecting the tears there. His eyes fluttered closed momentarily as Harry used both hands to wipe the tears off his face, gently brushing his fingers under Dale’s wet lashes–it was achingly tender.
He quickly pushed Harry back against his own seat. He wished he could take his time to get Harry into a similar state of undress like he did, but he knows if he didn't act now, he would be at risk of crying again. And he would not be able to live it down if he did that a second time.
He adjusted himself in the seat to bend low against Harry's cock, trying to avoid the gearstick in the middle of the console. Dale pushed up Harry's shirt a little and was greeted to the view of Harry’s stomach, smattered in thick hair.
He was drawn to it like a starving man, his body moving on its own as pressed his cheek against the warm skin there. Harry gasped as Dale nuzzled his nose against his stomach, inhaling at Harry's scent before trailing a line of wet kisses on the skin he had access to.
He heard Harry sigh above him, soft and content–he knew he had to find a way to hear that sound again. Dale pressed one hand against his thigh for support. The other wrapped around the base of his cock, taking a moment to marvel at it. From the dark red tip and the vein down the shaft…Dale thought Harry's cock was simply perfect.
“You done this before?” Harry's voice was lighter than usual, coloured with excitement, extremely pleasant to Dale's ears.
“Yes.” Dale said a little embarrassed, Harry probably took his poor performance there as a sign of inexperience. “I’ll admit that I'm a little out of practice but multiple partners have reported that I'm quite adept with my mouth. I think this would make up for my earlier lacklustre performance.” He dropped his head and pressed his lips against the head of his cock, mouthing gently at it before pressing a wet kiss to the tip.
Harry let out a low gasp, one hand gripping his door and the other placed gingerly on Dale’s back. Dale wasted no time sliding his mouth over the tip and taking the cock into his mouth inch by inch. He heard Harry stifle a groan as he lifted his head back up and descended again, making sure the flat of his tongue pressed against the heated member.
He bobbed his head in a slow pace, staining his ears to hear Harry's small gasps. He had fantasised about sucking off a man in a car before, just one of the things on his sexual bucket list. No amount of imaginative thought could have prepared him for how much he liked this. The sweat on Harry's skin, the smell of the leather seats, the cramped space…it was all so perfect.
Now his own orgasm was out of the way, he could really focus on the reality of the situation. He was here committing an illicit act, in public where any could accidentally see their beloved town Sheriff with his cock down another man's throat. A delicious secret they would have to keep between themselves.
Dale lifted his head up and sighed against his cock. “God Harry, your cock is quite impressive. It feels so good in my mouth.” He began sliding kisses down his shaft between words. “It's a shame we couldn't go much further, I couldn't even imagine how good it would have felt inside me.”
“I’m– I'm not opposed to going another round at some point if…if you’re not.”
Dale groaned against him in lieu of an answer before taking the whole in his mouth again in one quick swoop. He began bobbing his head up and down, starting a faster rhythm, hollowing out his cheeks as he worked his cock. Harry’s fingers dug into the back of Dale’s back before sliding up to his neck, warm and heavy. Dale could hear the small quiet sounds being muffled. He couldn't look up from his angle but he suspected Harry had his hand covering his mouth. He lifted off entirely, tonguing just under the sensitive tip. Harry couldn't stifle the choked moan from that.
"Oh God Harry. You have no idea what you're doing to me."
Dale decidedly did not care what embarrassingly vulnerable things slipped out his mouth right now. He was too far gone, too lost in the act, so lost in pleasuring Harry. He wanted stay here for hours. Between Harry's legs with his cock in his mouth just to hear the man make noises like that.
Harry let out a strangled laugh above him. "You have..any idea what you're d..doing to me right now Coop?" He let out another low groan.
Dale reached out for Harry’s hands and pushed them into his hair. He clasped his hands harshly over Harry’s, encouraging the man to pull his hair. “Harry, guide me.” His voice dropped to a heated whisper. “Use me.”
“Fuck.” Harry tangled both hands into his hair, gripping at his gelled hair. He cautiously guided Dale into the same pace he did before. Gently bobbing Dale’s head up and down his cock.
Dale pushed back up. “Harry, faster. I can take it.”
Harry began guiding Dale’s head faster, bobbing his head rapidly up and down his cock as Dale’s hand squeezed hard at the base of his shaft. Harry began panting harder. Dale desperately wished they were in any other location right now, so he could position himself to look up at Harry's expression.
Dale wanted him undone. He wanted to see the tightly wrapped Sheriff persona slowly being unravelled with his touch. He wanted to see how far he could push Harry, what the man could be reduced to with just his mouth. He could imagine his skin, blotchy and red right now from how hard his palm was pressed into his mouth.
He tried to imagine what Harry would look like naked. If the thick thigh muscles Dale’s fingers were digging into were anything to go by, Dale was sure he had a physique to be marvelled at. He imagined his chest hair, probably as curly as the hair on his head. The long lean arms. The soft layer of fat that laid over his muscles–god he was beginning to feel lightheaded.
He ran his hand across Harry's thigh appreciatively as he sighed around his cock. He felt Harry buck his hips lightly in retaliation, very narrowly avoiding choking Dale.
“Jesus, Christ, Cooper.” Harry panted. The small noises spilled from his lips mingled with the filthy wet sound of Dale’s sucking. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”
Dale preened at the praise, moaning around his cock and causing Harry's hands to tighten in his hair. It was all beginning to drive Dale a little crazy again. He didn't even realise tears started slipping down his face again. His mouth being used as some kind of fuck toy but Harry's fingertips gently scraped at his scalp.
He tried to stop his thoughts from imagining Harry being this dizzyingly tender in bed. He tried not to imagine Harry over him, being a gentle and considerate partner. He tried not to imagine his soft face and warm eyes cooing praise at Dale–
Dale could almost feel himself getting hard a second time. He tried to reign himself back in, to focus on breathing through his nose.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Harry accidentally pushed Dale’s head down a little too far, causing Dale to let out a choked sound. “Shit, sorry Coop! Sorry!”
He tried to pull Dale back up but Dale doubled down, taking him even further down his throat.
“Coop–Coop, i’m going to finish!” Harry harshly pulled his head up by his hair, his hips bucked into the air when his mouth pulled off.
“Finish in my mouth, Harry.” Dale murmured hurriedly. "Come for me." He dropped his mouth back down and hollowed out his cheeks.
It was mere seconds later before Harry was pushing Dale’s head as far down as he could manage, releasing himself into the man's throat with a deeply low groan. Dale swallowed around his cock, trying to get every last drop from the man.
When Dale finally pulled back, he swiped his mouth and fell heavily back into his seat. He panted hard, trying to catch his breath. After a while he knocked his cheek against the seat to look at Harry and couldn't help but grin at Harry's disheveled state–thoroughly pleased with his work.
Harry had his head knocked back on the headrest, his cheeks were deeply red and his legs trembling. He had a hand thrown over his eyes as he tried to catch his breath.
Dale began pulling his own clothes back together as he gave the man a moment to collect himself. He pulled the small passenger mirror down and took in the sight of himself. Red faced, wet lips, hair askew. He glanced down at the purplish mark on his neck, Harry had somehow aimed it just under his collar.
“Was that good?” Dale tried to sound casual, keeping his eyes on his reflection.
“Good?” Harry croaked, finally removing his hand from his face, throwing his wide-eyed expression at Dale. “Coop, that was the best damn blowjob I've ever had. I think you sucked my soul straight out through my dick.”
Dale flashed his pleased grin at Harry now the man's eyes were uncovered. The corners of Harry's lips twitched as the man tried not to smile back.
Something bold manifested in him.
“Harry. A man is nothing without his soul, I insist you take it back right now.” He smiled and leaned forward for a kiss. A risky move considering the deed was well and truly over now.
When Harry didn't meet him halfway, Dale felt his heart drop into his stomach. His nerves suddenly went haywire as he anticipated the following rejection. Suddenly Harry surged forward and caught Dale's jaw with his hands. Tugging him against his lips, pressing a slow, sensual kiss against his mouth, tasting them both in Dale’s mouth.
“Thankyou.” Harry said breathlessly when they parted, his eyes shining with sincerity.
It caught Dale off guard. He wasn't sure he had ever been thanked for a sexual act before. He felt his cheeks beginning to heat up again and he wasn't sure why. Harry must have seen something in Dale's reaction because he turned away with a playful smirk.
Dale uselessly passed over a handkerchief to dab the wet patch Dale had cried into his shirt and then sat quietly as Harry corrected his own clothes. He brought his fingertips to the steamy passenger window, letting his hand idly doodle as he waited. He realised in horror that he had almost drawn a heart, he quickly corrected it to a cloud. With a smiley face for good measure.
He spared Harry a small side glance as the man placed his hat back on his head. Harry looked warm and content right now, like there was not a single worry plaguing Twin Peaks most responsible citizen.
After he was done, they both sat staring out of the front window, letting the air around them settle.
“Well. I must say, that was pleasant.” Dale said, clasping his hands together, not knowing how to fill the silence.
Harry hummed in agreement “Exceedingly.” Breaking out into a small laugh halfway through the word. Dale found Harry’s easy, handsome smile too infectious not to return.
“So.” Harry said with a faux-casualness that Dale saw right through. “About that round two…”
Dale’s own words caught in the back of his throat. He pressed his cheek against the side of the seat again, looking up at Harry with fond eyes. Harry tipped his own hat back, softly taking in Dale’s face.
Dale knew he could easy fall for this man. He might already be too late. It wasn't Harry’s fault, Dale’s own wandering heart easily attaches him to any bit of affection he is given. And Harry didn’t hold back any for Dale. They're a recipe for disaster like this. Dale would be powerless to stop himself from falling in love.
Harry nodded, seemingly understanding what Dale did not verbalise. “No worries Coop.” He reached over and tucked a loose strand of Dale’s hair back in place. “You know where to find me if you ever change your mind.”
Dale caught his hand before he pulled it away, quickly pressing a kiss against his palm before he had a chance to think about it. He closed his eyes and held his palm to his face, taking a moment to silently say goodbye.
With a heavy heart, he reluctantly let go of Harry's hand, knowing perhaps this was the last time he would be able to hold it.
When he finally opened his eyes, the warmth in Harry's gaze melted Dale right through his core. One look soothed all of Dale's inner turmoils. In that moment he knew this experience wouldn't hurt their blossoming friendship. And if he were to be so weak to let this happen again…they would still find a way to be okay.
Harry didn't take his eyes off him as he began buckling his seatbelt.
Dale tried to school his smile back somewhat but Harry was making it difficult. “Something on my face Sheriff?”
“Just my eyes, Cooper.”
Dale smile didn't waver as he turned away to buckle his own seatbelt. “Terrible pick-up line, Harry. I can't imagine who that would work on.”
“Well clearly I'm a much, much weaker man than you, Dale.”
There was something in Harry's tone that made Dale pause. Something heavier Dale had missed during this whole experience. Harry was staring out the front window, a glazed look in his eye. Dale wondered for the first time if Harry had experienced any of the same inner turmoil he just did, if Harry was as deeply affected by the whole situation as he was–
Did Harry just call him Dale-
Harry suddenly let out an amused huff. “Wanna go get some food? I know you're hungry right now.”
Dale looked down at his stomach surprised. “Huh, I am hungry right now." He chewed his lip momentarily before setting aside his pride. "How are you doing that, Harry? How do you always know?” Know me he nearly said out loud.
Harry just smiled and turned the key in the ignition. “C’mon let me take you out for food. I heard Norma's has her famous citrus pie on the menu today."
“Harry. That's just what I've been craving.”