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Assistant: Title: Whiskey D@ck
        Author: Ellitheria Ellitheria 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: “We’re drunk,” Tim tries, one final attempt to be chivalrous.It’s sweet, but Lucy wants nothing to do with it.“I know what I want,” she says firmly. “I know what I have wanted for a long time.”Tim licks his lips, chasing both the taste of her and the taste of tequila.“Yeah?” he asks, his voice softer than she ever imagined it could be. “And what’s that?”Lucy watches him for a long moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She’s drunk… but she’s not so drunk that she won’t remember this in the morning.“You,” she whispers, and it’s like a dam breaks in Tim as that one, single word washes over him.ORDrunk!Chenford make questionable choices and Tim experiences Whiskey D@ck.
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              “We’re drunk,” Tim tries, one final attempt to be chivalrous.It’s sweet, but Lucy wants nothing to do with it.“I know what I want,” she says firmly. “I know what I have wanted for a long time.”Tim licks his lips, chasing both the taste of her and the taste of tequila.“Yeah?” he asks, his voice softer than she ever imagined it could be. “And what’s that?”Lucy watches him for a long moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She’s drunk… but she’s not so drunk that she won’t remember this in the morning.“You,” she whispers, and it’s like a dam breaks in Tim as that one, single word washes over him.ORDrunk!Chenford make questionable choices and Tim experiences Whiskey D@ck.
            
        

        
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      For sostarry, loyalgirlfriday, Elisa_Beth84.



    


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          It’s a stupid bet. She  knows  it’s a stupid bet. But she’s just drunk enough and he’s just hot enough that she forgets that she definitely shouldn’t be challenging her TO to what amounts to a drinking contest while simultaneously checking him out and flirting.He’s  hot  in street clothes, okay? Not that he’s not hot in his uniform, too, but  d@mn  can the man wear a henley. It’s all but painted on his f@ck@ng chest, and when the chill from the cool night air blasts in each time the door is opened, his f@ck@ng  nipples  tighten and she has to fight the urge to  touch them.  “You’re what, a hundred pounds soaking wet? There’s no way you can out drink me, Chen,” Tim says, his smile smug and his eyes sparkling with the challenge of a good bet. “If you win, I won’t talk in the shop for a  whole day,”  Lucy says, and she knows she has him hook, line, and sinker when his breath catches.  Anything  he can do to shut her up, she knows he’ll jump on eagerly. Well… maybe not  anything.  (Maybe some of the things he could do to shut her up will stay locked in her fantasies, safe and sound, for her and her vibrator only.)“And if you win? What do you want?” he asks. Lucy chokes on a sip of tequila. Oh, the things she  wants… “Get back to me on that,” she says, smirking as she licks tequila off of her lips. “I don’t know yet. But whatever it is, it’ll be  good.” Tim raises an eyebrow as he takes another sip of beer. “I bet it will.”Lucy smiles playfully as she licks around the rim of her tequila glass in hopes of finding more salt. Tim watches her, his eyes following the path of her tongue, and then he’s clearing his throat and summoning a bartender. “This is stupid,” Angela says, but both Tim and Lucy ignore her as she watches them with barely concealed amusement. Jackson and Nolan are off singing karaoke very badly, so Nyla and Angela are watching the scene unfold before them with a mix of amusement and trepidation. Nothing good can come from this, they know. But it sure will be fun  watching.  Tim and Lucy order a tray of shots each, and Lucy winks at Tim as she downs the first one easily. She sucks on the lime afterward, moaning a little bit at the sour taste, and Tim watches her, mouth dry, before reaching for his and downing his own drink, the far superior whiskey. “Good thing we have the weekend off,” Angela comments, eyebrow raised. Nyla snorts. “They’re gonna need a  week  with the rate they’re going. Pool?”“F@ck yes.”Angela pats Tim on the back as they abandon the TO/Rookie pair to their ill-advised bet, but Tim ignores her as he watches Lucy with wide, bright blue eyes. He’s already a little drunk, his cheeks flushed and his eyes a little glazed, but d@mn it, this is the most fun he’s had in a long time. ___________________They end up calling it a draw after ten shots each (plus the several beers and drinks Tim had before they’d even started their stupid little contest). Lucy is unsteady on her feet and Tim is considering things he knows he would never  ever  consider while sober, so he pays their tab, takes her hand, and leads her outside into the cool night air without even bothering to check on their friends. Lucy giggles as she trips over her own feet, and Tim laughs as he holds her up, his arm sliding around her waist as he tucks her into his side. “Careful,” he murmurs, his voice soft. Lucy looks up at him with wide, brown eyes and a soft smile, and Tim feels his stomach do something funny. “Thanks,” she says. He nods as he guides her over the uneven ground, his hand on her hip and his body warm and solid against hers. “Want to share an uber?” he asks, his voice thick and husky as he comes to a stop by the sidewalk. “It can drop me off, then you. Save money.”Lucy nods and Tim pulls out his phone with his free hand. He doesn’t let go of her as he orders the Uber, though, his fingers caressing the dip of her waist as she leans back against him. Her hair tickles his chin, and he hums as he breathes in the sweet smell of her shampoo. “Tonight was fun,” she murmurs, not looking at him as she plays with the fingers on her waist. Her back is pressed to his chest, and he hums noncommittally as he lets her lean all of her weight against him. It’s  nice, feeling her warm and solid in a way he doesn’t normally get to feel. “Yeah?”“Yeah,” she says, sighing as she flattens her hand over his, pressing them both over her belly as she drops her head back against his shoulder to glance up at him. “It’s the first time I’ve had  fun  at a bar since…”She trails off, but Tim knows what she’s talking about without her having to say it. “I’m glad you had a good time,” he says, sighing as he props his chin on her head. He tries not to think about what had happened as much as he can. He tries not to think about pulling her out of that d@mn barrel, breathing life back into her body, holding her against him as she’d sobbed uncontrollably. He  tries  not to, but he thinks and dreams about it far more often than he should. “Never gonna let that happen again,” he murmurs, his face pressed into her hair. He’s just drunk enough to let his inhibitions go as they sway back and forth on the sidewalk, the air around them chilly as they wait. His hand never leaves her stomach, his fingers long and warm. He uses his hold on her to keep her close, to keep her body pressed to his in a way he’s quickly becoming addicted to. He’s tried to ignore it for a long time, the way he’s drawn to her. But here, now, in the darkness outside of the bar with alcohol running through his veins… it’s easy to give in to. “Uber’s here,” Lucy murmurs, and Tim sighs as he drops his hand from her waist. He doesn’t go far, though, scooting into the car with her and pressing his side all along hers. He doesn’t want to be far away, doesn’t want to waste a single moment of the closeness she’s allowing tonight. It’s Lucy that reaches for him this time, but Tim goes willingly. She takes his hand in hers, presses their palms together, and plays with his fingers while they ride silently through the deserted streets. Her head is on his shoulder, and if he leans over and presses a soft kiss to the sweet smelling strands of hair, it’s no one's business but his. “We’re here,” the driver calls eventually, and Tim grunts as he looks out of the window to see his house. “I guess this is goodnight,” he murmurs. Lucy nods, but when he climbs out, she stumbles out right after him. “Lucy, what—”She throws herself into his arms, wrapping him up in a tight hug as she exhales heavily against his neck. “Thank you,” she whispers. He hums as he holds her close, his arms wrapping around her back and not letting go. “For what?”Lucy is silent for a long time, her alcohol soaked brain trying hard to find the right words. “For making me feel safe,” she finally decides, and Tim smiles crookedly. “Always.”Lucy sighs and pulls back eventually, swaying a little bit from the alcohol, but Tim steadies her again, his palm cupping her elbow as he drops his gaze to hers. “You should go,” he murmurs, and Lucy nods regretfully as they both turn back toward the Uber. Which… Is not  there  anymore. “Huh.”Lucy begins laughing, the sound light and happy, and Tim can’t help but join her as they eye the empty street where their Uber driver  had been  but is no longer. “F@ck@r,” he decides, which only makes Lucy laugh harder. She’s stumbling, swaying on her feet, and Tim knows she’s going to fall over if he doesn’t steady her so he does the gentlemanly thing and pulls her to his chest once again. “I can call another,” she says, but Tim shakes his head. “Stay with me,” he whispers. Lucy turns to stare at him, eyes wide and lips parted, and Tim thinks that this moment, right here, is what he’ll look back on for the rest of his life as the very moment that things  changed.  “Stay with me,” he repeats, this time more intentional, his blue eyes intense despite the glaze of alcohol, and Lucy nods, her little pink tongue darting out to wet her lips as Tim stares at her. “Okay,” she whispers, and Tim grins lopsidedly as he takes her hands and leads her to his front door. They’re both stumbling, laughing in the way only  very  drunk people can laugh as Tim tries to unlock his door unsuccessfully  several  different times. “This is…  f@ck,”  he grunts, and Lucy giggles as she presses her face to his back. Her cheeks are warm and her hands are  roaming  as Tim tries again to unlock the door. “Not  helping, Lucy.”Lucy only giggles again, all of her inhibitions gone as Tim finally unlocks the door, pulls them both inside, and then presses her up against the wood. She stares at him, her chest heaving and her eyes wide, hands at her side as he cages her body in against the door. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warns, and she smiles as she wiggles against him. “What if I  want  to finish it?”Tim licks his lips as his eyes search her face. His cheeks are flushed from the alcohol, too, his eyes a little glazed and unfocused, but Lucy knows that, deep down, he’s still  Tim.  “We shouldn’t,” he whispers, his voice thick as his hands settle on her hips, obviously not getting the  stay away message from his brain. Lucy bites her lip and stares up at him, fighting an internal battle she has no intention of winning. Two months. She has  two months left as his rookie, and she just doesn’t think she can wait that long. “I know,” she breathes, but then she’s pushing forward, one hand on his chest while the other cups his cheek, and before he can react she’s kissing him, her lips clumsy on his as she stands on her tiptoes and presses her body to his, head to toe, in a way that makes him gasp against her mouth. She pulls away after a long moment, her breath coming fast and her fingers trembling against his cheek. “We’re drunk,” Tim tries, one final attempt to be chivalrous. It’s sweet, but Lucy wants nothing to do with it. “I know what I want,” she says firmly. “I know what I  have wanted  for a long time.”Tim licks his lips, chasing both the taste of her and the taste of tequila.  “Yeah?” he asks, his voice softer than she ever imagined it could be. “And what’s that?”Lucy watches him for a long moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She’s drunk… but she’s not so drunk that she won’t remember this in the morning.  She could (probably  should) order an Uber and leave. She should most definitely not  say what’s on her mind. But, her self preservation skills have never been that good.  “You,”  she whispers, and it’s like a dam breaks in Tim as that one, single word washes over him. He lurches forward, his hands cupping her cheeks as he kisses her again, his lips hot and wet and soft against hers. She moans as he backs her up against the door, one thigh sliding between hers as his lips, wet with spit and the taste of whiskey, coax hers open. It’s everything she imagined it would be and  more,  and she’s never liked the taste of whiskey but she might just have to make an exception if it’s  on his lips.  “Tim,” she moans, and he grins as he pulls back, his lips sliding down her chin and to her neck as she tangles her fingers in his hair. She  pulls  and then moans when he bites down on her skin in surprise, and then he’s rutting against her thigh as his hands slide under her top, one anchoring itself on the small of her back while the other brushes the underside of her br@@sts.He doesn’t bother asking if she’s sure, but her answer wouldn’t have changed even if he had.She wants this,  him,  and she  has  wanted him for longer than she wants to admit. She’s going to take what she can get tonight, and then let the chips fall where they may in the morning. “Tim,” she whispers, letting out a long moan as he sucks a bruise into her collarbone. “Mmmmm?”He doesn’t bother removing his lips from her neck or his hand from her ass as she tugs on his hair to try and raise his eyes to hers. “Take me to bed, Tim,” she requests, and the growl he lets out causes a fresh wave of arousal to coat her panties.  God, she’s so wet for him. She’d be embarrassed if everything he did didn’t feel  so good.  He finally pulls back, his lips red and his eyes half lidded as he meets her gaze. “Yeah?”Lucy nods.  “Now, Tim.”He nods and wraps his arms around her waist, helping her jump into his arms. Neither of them account for the  drunk, though, and they stumble, nearly falling in the entryway to his house as his knees give out. He catches himself on the wall and Lucy collapses into a fit of giggles, her legs sliding from his waist as he cusses and straightens himself. “We’ll try that again when you’re  not  at least ten whiskeys deep,” she tells him, laughing as she drapes herself across his chest. “That was a  sexy  move, but the follow through could use some work.”Tim grumbles something under his breath but Lucy doesn’t have long to wonder what before he’s pulling her into another kiss as he walks them backward. They trip over Kojo’s toys and he backs up straight into the doorframe of his bedroom, but his curses and quietly muttered  f@cks  are immediately followed by more kisses so neither of them mind too much. It’s not until he’s pushing her into his bed that things get  really  real, and she pauses, holding herself up on her elbows as she watches him slowly peel that g@dd@mn henley off of his unfairly sexy body.“Tim,” she whispers. He pauses, still stuck half inside of the shirt, adorably confused about how to get out of it. “Yeah?” he asks, his voice muffled by the cotton. Lucy giggles and falls back onto the bed, ridiculously happy and ridiculously drunk. “Come here.”He makes a whiny little noise as he clambers onto the bed, one knee pressing between her thighs as he settles his hands on the mattress on either side of her head. She helps him get rid of the henley and then he’s reaching for  her  shirt and pulling it off, tossing it god knows where as he drops his lips to her breast, sucking one nipple into his mouth without any warning. Lucy moans and arches her back, thanking Past Lucy for forgoing the bra tonight. Tim seems to be in agreement, making little noises of pleasure as he sucks on her breast, his tongue circling the taut nipple before he pulls away to give the other one the same attention. His hands trail up her thighs as she tangles her fingers in his hair, keeping him against her chest as he cups her p@ssy through the material of her jeans. It’s too much and not enough all at once, and she wants him closer,  closer,  but she shoves him off of her so that she can unbutton her jeans and shove them down, wanting them  off  so he can touch her skin. “Strip,” she commands, and Tim grins lopsidedly as he stumbles off the bed, reaching for his own jeans as Lucy finally manages to kick hers off. She’s left in just a pair of sexy little lace panties, and he moans as he watches her slide her own hand between her legs, cupping her p@ssy and rubbing her fingers against the slick, wet spot. “Tim.  Pants,”  she reminds him, and he nods, snapping out of his stupor as he shoves his pants down, nearly falling to the floor in the process. Lucy giggles, files away the fact that he is a  very  unsteady drunk to tease him with later, and then reaches for the waistband of his boxer briefs to pull him closer.“I’m… really drunk,” he warns, but Lucy just hums as she slides her hand inside his boxer briefs. “Me, too.”“No, Luce…  oh, god. F@ck!” Lucy giggles as he bucks into her hand, moaning as she slides her hand up and down his length. He’s thick and hard, and she’s already licking her lips thinking about the things she could  do to him.  He stumbled as she runs her finger across his tip, and then he’s collapsing into the bed, just barely managing to not squish her. He throws out a hand and holds his body above hers, his eyes still closed and his stomach muscles taut as she continues to rub him. “Can I f@ck you?”Lucy moans at the thought, nodding quickly as she removes her hand from his briefs and then shoves them down his thighs. He kicks them off and kneels between her legs, grunting as she spreads her thighs and slides one around his waist. “Yeah.  Please.” Tim nods and then ducks down to kiss her again, and his technique is a little sloppy but it’s still absolutely one of the hottest kisses she’s ever received. His mouth is hot and his tongue moves against hers in a way that makes her knees weak, and she has the brief thought that if  this  is how he is while astonishingly drunk, how will she survive him when they’re both sober?“I’m drunk,” he says again, rutting against her inner thigh as he pulls on the waistband of her panties. His c@ck is brushing against her p@ssy but the f@ck@ng  lace  is in the way, and she honestly doesn’t  care  if he’s drunk, she just needs him to f@ck her  now.  “Okay,” she breathes, nodding as he bites the fleshy mound of her breast. “I might not be able to come,” he warns, groaning as Lucy finally takes over and pushes her own panties down. Tim’s hands are too clumsy and he keeps getting  distracted  by new discoveries. “What? Why?”“Because…”Tim grunts as she’s finally bared to him, her lips gleaming with arousal and her thighs absolutely  soaked  where she’s been rubbing them together. He pauses and licks his lips, his eyes glazing over as he imagines burying his face between her thighs. Which… Well, why not?Lucy moans as Tim ducks his head, conversation abandoned mid sentence. He kisses down her stomach, biting little bruises into the soft flesh until he’s breathing her in, his forehead pressed against her bare mound as he uses his trembling hands to hold her open to him, one on each thigh. “So wet,” he moans, and then he’s diving in, running his tongue from her hole all the way to her cl@t, gathering her arousal on his tongue and savoring the taste before he sucks her cl@t into his mouth. Lucy cries out, fingers tangling in his hair as he watches her, his eyes glazed with both alcohol and arousal as her back bow off of the bed. Her fingers tighten in his hair and hold him right where she wants him, pressing him so hard into her p@ssy that he can barely breathe. “Tim!” she cries, her hips undulating against his face as he licks and sucks at her like a man starving. God, how has he not done this before? How has he resisted the urge to strip her down and claim her as  his?  She tastes  divine,  and he thinks that he could live and die between her legs, never wanting for anything else except the sweet slickness she’s covering his face in. His lips are wet, his 5 o'clock shadow  soaked  as he rubs his stubble against her inner thighs. He’s f@ck@ng her with his tongue, his thumb on her cl@t and his own hips rutting into the bed as she rubs herself on his face. “Tim… I…  oh f@ck!” Tim grins against her as he feels the inner walls of her p@ssy begin to flutter.  He  did that to her.  He  made her come. He redoubles his efforts, licking into her as he rubs her cl@t, and then drinks her down when she bows off of the bed, her hands tightening in his hair until he sees stars. She moans long and loud, the sound going straight to his d@ck, and then collapses on the bed, panting and flushes, her eyes closed and her hair a messy halo around her head. She’s the most beautiful f@ck@ng thing he’s  ever seen.  “Can you still f@ck me?” she asks, and Tim is confused for a long moment until he remembers the abandoned conversation from earlier. “Yeah,” he whispers, grunting as he kisses his way back up her belly. He pauses to lave attention on her br@@sts, his wet lips sliding against the heated skin easily, and then he’s kissing her, sharing the taste of her arousal, his wet cheeks making a mess of her face, her chin, her neck. “Yeah, I can f@ck you, baby. I just… I probably won’t come. I… f@ck@ng  whiskey d@ck.  Should  not  have had so much to drink.”Lucy giggles, her face and neck flushed red as she reaches between them, wrapping her little fingers around his d@ck and guiding it toward where she’s f@ck@ng  soaked for want of him. “You gotta stop drinking whiskey,” she whispers, licking her lips as Tim stares at her, his blue eyes intense and his cheeks still wet with her arousal. “Tequila is  much better, anyway.”Tim rolls his eyes playfully as he ruts against her, his c@ck sliding easily through her arousal. “I’m not sure it’s limited to  just  whiskey, babe.”Lucy groans as the head of his c@ck catches on her p@ssy, pushing in just a little before he’s pulling away, groaning as he drops his head to her shoulder. “Still feels good for me, though,” he whispers, and Lucy nods as she wraps an arm around his neck to hold him close. “And we can always try again in the morning.”
   The morning.  
It sounds like he’s thinking along the same lines she is — this isn’t a one time thing. She  hopes.  “Yeah,” she breathes, nodding and tightening her grip on Tim’s neck as he finally,  finally  begins to push inside of her. “Yeah, in the morning.  Ooooh… f@ck.” Tim chuckles and kisses her neck. “Wanna come inside of you, Luce.”Lucy whimpers at the mental image, the mere  thought  of Tim f@ck@ng her until he comes inside of her, filling her with his c@m. “Yes,  please,”  she begs, and then all words leave her mind as Tim bottoms out, his c@ck stretching her in the most  delicious  way. It doesn’t hurt, exactly, but he’s big and thick and more than she’s ever taken. “God, you feel so good, Tim.”He smirks against her shoulder before slowly pulling out most of the way. He lingers there, the head of his c@ck just barely inside of her, and then slides all of the way back in, one smooth movement that causes her toes to curl and her eyes to flutter closed. They’re pressed together head to toe, Tim’s body heavy and hot on top of hers. She has one leg wrapped around his waist, her heel digging into his ass as she holds him to her chest, her head thrown back as he f@cks her slowly. His movements are slow and sloppy, the alcohol making it hard for him to maintain a rhythm, but what he lacks in finesse he makes up in  enthusiasm.  He also has a  filthy  mouth, which she did not expect but f@ck@ng  loves.  “You feel so good, Luce,” he groans, breaking free of her tight grip on his neck to lean up and kiss her as he rocks in and out of her slowly, his d@ck thick and pulsing, his b@lls slapping her ass on each thrust. “So wet. So f@ck@ng  wet  for me. Can’t wait to come inside of you, to fill you up and then lick it out.  God,  Lucy, the  dreams  I’ve had…”Lucy moans, a fresh wave of arousal gushing out around his c@ck as she imagines him  dreaming of her.  “Imagined f@ck@ng you in the shop,” he grunts, his lips sloppy on hers as he thrusts particularly hard. The headboard of the bed slams into the wall, but Lucy doesn’t care because —“Do that again,” she begs, her hands sliding up his spine, her fingernails leaving marks as she scratches back down to his waist. Tim grunts and pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back inside, causing Lucy to moan and the bed to hit the wall again. “You like it hard?”Lucy nods, her lips brushing his as she does. They’re not kissing so much as breathing the same air, swallowing each other's moans. “Yeah.”Tim slides his hands down to her waist, holding her still and dropping his forehead to hers as he gives her what she wants. Quick, hard thrusts that make her see stars, that stretch her and  sting  a little bit but feel better than anything has ever felt in her life. Neither of them speak much after that, their entire focus on where they’re connected, where their bodies are touching and their breath is mingling. It feels  so good,  and Lucy finds herself on the edge more quickly than she’d thought possible, the alcohol in her veins making every touch, every thrust, every kiss feel a thousand times  more.  “Tim… I…”He knows, though. He  always  knows. “Come for me, baby,” he whispers, his lips ghosting against her ear as he rubs gentle, maddening circles on her cl@t while his c@ck splits her open. And… well, she  has  gotten really good at taking his orders over the last ten months. She cries out as she comes a second time, her whole body seizing up with pleasure as Tim f@cks her through her @rg@sm, his d@ck stubbornly hard and his breath hot and wet against her ear. It takes a long time for her to come down, her vision hazy and her heart thundering in her chest. Her body is humming in pleasure, her mind floating a little bit as Tim slowly pulls out and stumbles off in the direction of the bathroom. By the time she hums and turns her head, sleepy and sated, he’s cleaned her up, tossed the rag on the floor with their clothes, and has pulled a blanket over them. She can still feel him, hard against her thigh, though… “I can suck you,” she murmurs, her hands reaching for him as he pulls her close. “No, Luce,” he says, shaking his head and grabbing her hands tight before she wraps them around him. “It would feel good, but I won’t come and you’ll get frustrated.”Lucy whines a little bit. “But I  want to.” Tim chuckles and kisses her temple.“Good to know, and I’d be  more than happy  to let you tomorrow. I’ll make it up to you in the morning,” he murmurs, his voice thick with exhaustion and alcohol, his front warm against her back as he pulls her flush against him. They’re still a little sweaty and messy, but she doesn’t think she can keep her eyes open for much longer. She smiles and curls into him, pleasure still humming through her body. “You  made it up to me  just fine tonight, Bradford… but, I’ll hold you to that. To  both  of those things.”Tim chuckles and kisses her neck, and they both fall asleep, endlessly thankful for stupid little bets.'
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