#reggiot

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Rating: MA, NSFW

Spoilers: Arc II of Law & Order OC: S2

Request: Reggiot x Snowball Fights

Trigger/content warnings: outdoor/public sex play, handjob (m), dry humping, orgasm while clothed

The Frosty Snow Men

Reggie had always assumed that all gas stations were open 24 hrs, until his new life had started in North Dakota. Nothing was open around the clock in his neck of the woods nowadays.

He locked the front door to the station and stepped down from the concrete stair, eyeing the cold, white night that enveloped the building and its parking lot. Circles of light overlapped one another on the asphalt in front of the pumps, thrown by the arc sodium lamps above. Reggie had also never known Winter could be so cold. His shoulders shrugged deep into his jacket as he yanked the hat on his head as low as he could.

His feet had only carried him partway across the lot when he was hit, and all the blood in his body drained south toward his feet. Immediately his mind turned to his mother, to Albi ...

Until he realized that it wasn't blood that was dripping down his face. It was water - melted snow.

"Alright! Show yourself, asshole!" Reggie called into the cold, gazing around the space another time. No footprints, no shadows. His nerves were all still abuzz. His shaky exhales clouded the air around his head.

Nothing but silence.

He started walking again, toward the rustbucket of a truck that Witness Protection had seen fit to give him. Another snowball, this one landing on his shoulder and splattering up his collar, got him just as he wrapped his hand around the truck's door handle. With a sigh, he pocketed his keys, put his fists up inside his mitts and started a slow circle around the back of the Ford, looking again for signs of someone else.

Halfway up the passenger side of the truck, he heard it: a crunch of snow, a soft grunt as the person launched themselves at him. Then they were rolling together, a tangle of clawing limbs as snow was kicked up, coating their clothes and slipping inside their collars. When they came to a stop, Reggie was atop his attacker, mittened hands grasping him by the lapels.

"Who sent you?" he yelled, blinking to clear his gaze and nudge his hat out of his eyes.

His heart pounding, he recognized Eddie below him. Clean shaven, laughing at him, but Eddie nonetheless. Stilled with surprise, Reggie stared down until his face finally broke into a smile.

Elliot's blue eyes twinkled as he took the opportunity to smash a third snowball atop Reggie's head. "Gotcha," he murmured.

"You cheated," Reg told him defensively, getting back to his feet.

"Because you couldn't find me? That's not cheating," Elliot scoffed. He let Reggie take his hand to help pull him up.

"Sounds like somethin' a cheater would say," the redheaded man smirked. He scooped up a mitt full of snow and packed it into a ball while Elliot was brushing snow from his jeans and jacket. He launched it as soon as Elliot finished cleaning himself off.

"I can see you fine now, though," Reg deadpanned, then started running as El came at him again.

Laughing, both men dashed into the snow drifted along the side of the gas station property, trying to roll snowballs and catch each other at the same time. Reggie was able to forget, for the first time in months, about the family that had wanted to dispose of him.

Elliot caught him a second time, knocking him into the soft packed snow and crashing over him heavily. Reg feigned trying to get away, wriggling under him, then went still as he felt their pelvises align, realizing he wasn't the only one sporting an erection amid their horseplay. His laughter locked in his throat as he felt himself blush awkwardly, unsure of El's reaction.

Then their lips were pressing warmth through the cold together, tentative but electric. When the kiss ended, Reggie blinked and said, "You shaved."

Chuckling, Elliot lowered his mouth again, his kiss deeper, growing steadily hungrier. The intensity of the throb of Reggie's own rock hard length between them was unnerving - but the truth was, everything between himself and "Eddie Ashes" had been unnerving, right from the start. The suave, conniving son of a bitch had turned everything Reg knew onto its head.

Including his heart.

The cold faded further and further away as they moved together; Reggie was vaguely aware of Elliot pulling off a mitten just before a cold hand fumbled between them at the clasp of his jeans. His pelvis tightened in reaction to the sharp cold, while his erection surged at the prospect of touch.

"Christ!" Reggie choked out when the hand dove beyond the band of his briefs and fisted the slick root of him.

"I'm good," Elliot chuckled into the curve of the redhead's neck, "but I'm not God."

Beneath them, the snow was softening with their body heat, wetting Reggie's jeans from the back while precum took care of wetting the front. He was panting, focused intently on the feeling of Elliot's hand jerking his hot length in the cozy cocoon of his pants while they shivered in a snow bank.

How was it that he made every crazy thing seem so fucking incredible?

Then Elliot was rocking into him, thrusting his own erection along the curve of his hip in time with the movement of his hand. Reg struggled to get a hand free, reaching for the other man eagerly.

"Let me," he rumbled, but El shook his head at him.

"I'll be okay, just picturing fucking that mouth of yours," he breathed, chuckling when the words got a twitch out of the dick in his palm. Both his hand and the rocking sped up, and the men panted through the last of it as Reggie spilled hot come over Elliot's fingers and the front of his underwear.

Reg didn't still, palming the front of El's jeans until he was shuddering and coming and swearing into his ear.

"Stay," Reggie said quietly, meeting Elliot's gaze with all the loneliness in his own.

"You know I can't. But don't worry - I'm like Frosty. I'll be back again, someday." The detective grinned.

Reggie rolled his eyes, packed a fresh snowball and then broke it over the older man's head.

END

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First Line Challenge

Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

1. Bobby wasn’t sure when it had happened. (Forever & No Time at All - Goreames)

2. When Amanda stabbed her fingertip with the needle the third time, she looked up with a frustrated sigh. (T'Was the Night Before Grinchmas - Rolivia)

3. The further Olivia slipped into the shadows at the back of the event room, the easier it became to tune out the thrum of noise made by the guests. (Before the Stroke of Twelve - Cabenson)

4. The first time she thinks of saying it, her second daughter is only a few hours old and Amanda feels as though a marching band has passed out the centre of her body. (A Marry Christmas - Rolivia)

5. Reggie had always assumed that all gas stations were open 24 hrs, until his new life had started in North Dakota. (The Frosty Snow Men - Reggiot)

6. “Honey, I’m ho-ome!” Alex singsonged as she shut the door behind her, snorting softly at herself. (Burning Bright - Cabenson)

7. On some days for Ayanna Bell, the threshold to her home was a marker where she shed her skin and became someone else. (Duality of (a) Woman - The Bells)

8. Olivia was watching through the two-way glass of the interview room, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. (Double Entendre - Barson)

9. “I still don’t understand why it couldn’t just be you and me.” (Journey's Start: Season's Meetings - Bensler)

10. Fin was stirring a mug of crappy precinct coffee and daydreaming sleepily of jelly donuts when Rollins sidled up next to him conspiratorially. (Amanda and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Birthday - Rolivia)

- I tend to introduce a character in my first lines.

- I prefer opening lines that push the reader to read past the first line (ie. vaguely setting up an idea that isn't fully revealed until further along).

- I use my opening lines for scene setting.

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