A/N: This story contains explicit slash. If the thought of two hot Merry Men in bed together doesn't get you going, then I suggest that you refrain from reading this story. Rangeman, Ranger and Lester and Bobby et al belong to JE. The rest is all mine. This is an edited re-post of a previously published fic. I've had a few new ideas and this story will fit into my Better the Devil/Reality Bites/Tee'd Off universe. Oh, and as it's one of my fics, do expect some angst along the way.

Behind Closed Doors

Chapter One

I washed the shampoo out of my long brown hair, and watched as the suds slipped down my toned body and disappeared down the drain. This was my first Friday night off in weeks and I was going to hit the town, get a little drunk and pick up some hot piece of ass. Blonde, brunette, tall or short, I didn't care as long as I got laid. Hell, Lester Santos had a reputation to uphold.

As it was, it had been nearly two weeks since I last got lucky. Two fucking weeks of agony, it felt like my balls were gonna explode. There was no way in hell that I could go out in this state; guess I'd have to fix that problem myself.

I grabbed the shower gel off the shelf and squeezed a generous amount onto my palm. The gel sild easily over my chest and quickly turned into bubbles. I scooped a handful of suds off my abs and soaped up my now hard cock.

Shit, it had been too long and I wasn't gonna last. I gripped my thick shaft tighter and pumped faster, making my knees go weak. I reached out with my free hand to brace myself against the shower wall and groaned loudly as I came, splashing hot cum over the marble wall in front of me.

The hot water felt good as it pounded against my skin; I quickly rinsed off, and remembered to wash away any evidence from the tiles. I knew too well from past experiences just how difficult it was to remove once it had dried.

Grabbing a plush towel from the rack I swiftly wrapped it around my lean hips and padded out into my open plan living room, leaving my hair lose and free to drip water down my body and onto the hard wood floor.

A few of us were going to a new rock club on the other side of town, and I wanted to dress to impress. I'd gotten new leather pants, a tight black fish net top, and some fantastic black titanium jewellery for my body piercings, just for the occasion.

The new bars for my nipples, navel and cock were sitting in a box on the coffee table, and it made the most sense to change them now rather than later. I took the plain steel rings out of my nipples and unscrewed one end of a new bar. It slid easily behind my left nipple and was a perfect fit. As I started to screw the ball back on it slipped from my damp fingers, hit the floor, and rolled under the couch. Shit.

I dropped to my knees and peered under the sofa. Damn, I couldn't see a fucking thing. I slid my hand under and groped around amongst the dust bunnies, hoping to find the tiny metal ball. The phrase needle in a haystack sprang to mind.

The lift on the far side of the room whirred into life and travelled up from the second floor. It was Bobby; we'd planned to go to the club together. We both lived out on Stark in a converted warehouse that contained all sorts of Rangeman's dodgy shit, and also a back up command centre. The place looked abandoned, but it was really a fortress and only a handful of guys even knew that it existed.

Bobby hauled to old cargo style elevator doors open, walked into the lounge area and shot me a baffled look."What the hell are you doing, Les?"

"I lost one of my balls," I replied.

Bobby raised an eyebrow.

"No, you idiot. For my piercing, the fucking things rolled under the couch."

"Move," he said, as he shoved me aside and pushed the couch out of the way. Why didn't I think of that?

He dropped down on his hands and knees and scrutinized the bare boards for a few seconds. "There!" he exclaimed, picking up the tiny bit of titanium and placing it in my outstretched palm.

"Thanks, bro." I stood up and went back to fixing my nipple piercing while Bobby pushed the couch back into place. He was clean-shaven tonight, and with his hair in tight cornrows the three silver hoops he had in each ear stood out against his dark skin.

His ripped jeans were faded, and the tight white tank top he was wearing showed off his muscular body to perfection. He stood about two inches taller than me and carried a bit more muscle too. He looked hot tonight, and if it wasn't for the fact that he was gay, I wouldn't stand a chance of getting laid. We'd been to the gay clubs together in New York a few times when we both had the same weekend off work, and the guys just threw themselves at him. I usually ended up with the not so attractive best friend.

Bobby's sexual orientation was pretty much a secret at Rangeman. Ranger and Tank knew, but that was about it. It wasn't that the guys would mind, more like poor Bobby was still happy to stay in the closet. Then again, I wasn't much better myself. I was happily Bi, or more like I'd fuck anything pretty, but I certainly didn't brag about it. My reputation as a ladies' man was more of a long running smokescreen than anything else.

I think Bobby was looking for that special someone, while I was more than happy to continue looking for that special someone for a night. And tonight, as we were on home turf, I was after chicks. As long as she had her own place I didn't care. The standard Rangeman policy was that we weren't allowed to bring dates back to the Haywood building unless they were cleared by Ranger. To my knowledge, the only date that ever went back there was Steph. But over here at the warehouse, shit, even Steph didn't know this place existed. I had to find a woman with her own place or stump up for a hotel, there was no two ways about it.

I was lost in my musings and so busy messing with my piercing that it took me a second to catch on to the fact that Bobby was staring at me.

"What?" I asked with a cheeky grin. "See something you like, Brown?"

Bobby smiled. "I'd like you better with some clothes on, bro. We're gonna be late."

"Like you care," I teased. "I'm the one missing out on all the decent pussy."

He rolled his eyes. Damn, he had that down as well as Steph. "Will you give that here," he ordered, gesturing for the small ball. I pouted a little but handed it to him.

"Knock it off Les," he chided as he practically yanked me to him by my left nipple.

"Ow! Watch the flesh, man," I bitched.

"Baby," he teased as he deftly fixed the end onto the bar. He picked up the next bar and swiftly repeated the process with the other nipple.

I removed the rings from either side of my belly button and got the first bar fixed in place. The second was trickier, and Bobby growled in frustration, snatching it out of my hand. He dropped to his knees in front of me, his breath warm on my rapidly cooling skin. I shivered, and he laughed.

He fitted the bar in place and ran his fingers over the small lumps that now graced my flat belly. "Pretty," he whispered as he trailed his nails over the light scattering of hairs that vanished into the top of the towel. There was a gleam of mischief in his eyes and he put his hands on my hips. "You want help with that last one?"

"I…" I was lost for words.

"Let me help," Bobby murmured as he tugged the towel from around my waist and tossed it behind him onto the couch. He grasped the head of my cock in his hand and held the ring still while he popped the bead out with his free hand and removed it. I closed my eyes and bit back a moan when he carefully slid the new bar through the tip of my shaft. I could feel myself growing hard and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

Bobby chuckled and tugged gently on the bar once he had finished. "Man, that's so hot," he breathed. "Makes me want to reach right out and suck on it."

Jesus fucking Christ! "Damn it Bobby, stop teasing me," I groaned.

"Who said I was teasing?" he said with a roguish grin. His tongue darted out and licked the cool metal that impaled my cock and instinctively my hands reached down to cradle the back of his head, holding him in place.

"I thought we were going out?" I murmured.

"I've got a better idea," he mumbled as he sucked the head of my dick into his warm, wet mouth.

"Fucking Hell," I whispered. Bobby gave good head; in fact he gave the most amazing blowjobs on the planet.

Stay in or go out? I asked myself.

Bobby reached down to squeeze my balls as he slid more of my length into his mouth, and my libido took over and decided that we weren't going out tonight, after all.

His actions were amazing, and every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire. I'd just cum in the shower, but I could feel another orgasm slowly building. He took me higher and higher, and just when I felt like I couldn't take any more, my orgasm shuddered through my body. He milked my cock dry with his mouth and licked away any trace of cum with his tongue.

"Wow," I whispered as I let go of him. I felt light headed and swayed slightly on my feet. Bobby caught hold of my forearms to steady me and got to his feet.

He smiled and touched his lips to mine. I bit down gently on his lower lip and brushed my hand over the large bulge in his jeans. He moaned into my mouth, and I squeezed his dick through the rough fabric while deepening the kiss.

We broke apart, breathing heavily, and when I finally managed to speak, my voice was husky. "I think we need to continue this somewhere else."

Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he whispered.

I nodded and led him into my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.

Bobby reached out and placed my hand on his crotch, and I pressed the flat of my palm against his body, making him groan. I fisted my free hand in the front of his tank top and pulled him flush against me. "I want you now," I demanded.

His breath hitched in his throat, and he ground his erection against my hand. "I want you too," he said with a grin. He pulled away and peeled off his skin-tight top, casually dropping it on the floor. His muscles rippled with the movement, and I had to touch him. I ran my hands over his abs, and he moaned in appreciation. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I undid the first button on his jeans. I licked and kissed the small patch of skin that I had just revealed, and Bobby laced his fingers in my hair.

"Please," he begged.

I popped the second button of his fly and exposed the tip of his engorged cock. With one hand I cupped his tight ass while I massaged his balls with the other. I gently touched my lips to his dick and licked away the pre-cum that had appeared.

"Damn it, man," Bobby gritted out.

I laughed and undid the last two buttons of his fly, freeing his cock from its tight confines. He shucked his jeans and used his hold on my hair to pull my mouth back to his dick. I sucked him into my mouth and swirled my tongue over his length. He was huge, and I hoped to hell I would be able to walk in the morning. The last time he fucked me I walked funny for two days.

Shit, I was getting hard again just thinking about that. Every now and then Bobby and I hooked up, but it must have been over a year since we last fell into bed together.

I looked up at Bobby; his eyes were closed and his breathing erratic. I let his shaft slip from my mouth, and his eyes flew open in surprise.

"Stop teasing me, Santos," he growled.

Maintaining eye contact, I slid my index finger into my mouth and sucked on it. Bobby groaned. When my finger was wet enough I slid his cock back into my mouth and rubbed the tip of my finger over his tight hole. I swiftly slid my finger inside him up to the knuckle, taking more in him into my mouth at the same time.

Bobby swore and pulled hard on my hair, forcing his dick into my throat. I buried my finger in him to the hilt and pressed on his prostate. He groaned loudly as he came, his entire body shuddered and he sprayed the back of my throat with his cum. I swallowed it all down and slowly eased his cock out of my mouth and my finger from inside him.

I sat back on my heels and looked up at him towering over me. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and looked well and truly sated.

"I forgot how good you were at that," he murmured.

"I learned from the best," I said with a grin.

"True," he replied as he helped me off the floor. He pulled me flush against him and looked into my eyes, "I've missed your blow jobs, and I've missed having you in my bed. Let me fuck you, please."

I kissed him lightly on the lips. "How can I say no?" I whispered.

"I hope you have condoms," Bobby said.

I laughed, "You're asking me if I have condoms? Hell, man you should know by now that I've always got condoms. I buy them in bulk."

"You are a slut, Lester Santos," he teased.

I shrugged, "So I like sex; there's nothing wrong with that."

"Speaking of sex," he commented, "I think you need to get that cute ass of yours in bed before I drag you there by your hair."

"Jeez, man. Chill will you," I joked as I shoved the comforter aside, climbed onto the middle of the bed, and settled back against the pillows. Bobby stripped, slid onto the bed and crawled his way up my body until we were pressed groin to groin. I wrapped my legs around his narrow hips and he dipped his head down to suck on my nipple.

He flicked his tongue over the piercing and bit down gently. I moaned and dug my nails into his shoulders as he tugged sharply on my other nipple with his fingers.

He rocked his hips against mine, crushing our cocks between us, and I gasped at the sensations coursing through my body.

"Please," I begged.

"Please what?" he mumbled against my chest.

"Fuck me now."

"Are you sure?" he teased.

"Yes, damn it," I growled.

Bobby laughed and moved away to rummage in my nightstand drawer for lube and a condom. He dropped the small foil packet on the pillow and yanked me down the bed by my hips. He settled between my thighs and squeezed a large drop of lube onto his finger.

The cold gel against my skin made me shiver and arch my back off the bed. Bobby placed his hand on my stomach to hold me firmly in place and slid his finger inside me. I groaned at the sensations he was causing, and he gave me a sultry smile

"Relax," he whispered as he worked his finger in and out of me to loosen me up for his cock

"I don't usually let anyone…" I choked out, as he cut my words off with a passionate kiss.

He pulled away slightly and looked at me. "Just me?"

"Just you. I'm no one's bitch but yours," I murmured. "I always like to top guys, but you, you do something to me that I can't explain; I'm putty in your hands, babe."

He rested his head on my chest. "Wow, I'm honoured, I didn't know…"

"Kiss me Bobby, and then fuck me," I begged.

He bit my neck gently and sucked the skin into his mouth, marking me, and I reached down and tugged on his hard dick. "Please, I need you," I gasped.

He kissed me again, plundering my mouth with his tongue and tugged on my nipple, making me writhe beneath him.

"You move too much," he growled. "Do I have to tie you down?"

"No," I choked out. "You can do that next time."

"Promises, promises," he purred. "I forgot what a very bad boy you are."

He sat back on his knees and ripped the condom packet open. I watched, transfixed as he rolled the condom down his shaft. Slowly, he eased the tip into my tight opening and we both moaned in pleasure.

"Man, you feel so good," Bobby said as he eased more of his thick length into me. He grasped my hips and tilted them up to improve the angle, sliding in another couple of inches. I fisted my hands in the sheets and closed my eyes. Fuck, this felt amazing.

With one final thrust he slid all the way in. I let out a rapid stream of Spanish and shifted my legs so they were resting on his shoulders. That sudden move forced him in deeper and he swore under his breath.

Without any warning he slid almost out of me and thrust back in again, hard. I wrapped my hand around my cock and squeezed and tugged in time to Bobby's movements. Shit, I was so turned on, and I wasn't gonna last very long. The pressure on my prostate was exquisite and I was painfully hard. I needed relief before I passed out from the pleasure of it all.

Bobby pounded into me and I knew by the look in his eyes that he was close too. He was covered in sweat, and his muscles rippled as he pistoned in and out of me. He'd never looked more beautiful. He threw his head back and groaned my name as he came. His orgasm pushed me over the edge, and I joined him in release. I came hard, shooting thick cum over my abs and chest. Stars flashed before my eyes.

I lowered my legs and Bobby collapsed on top of me. He slid up my body, smearing my cum over us both and kissed me lazily. He toyed with my hair, twined it around his fingers, and I sighed in contentment.

"You are one amazing fuck, Lester Santos," he murmured against my lips.

"You're not bad yourself," I teased.

"Not bad?" he pouted. "Is that it, not bad?"

I smiled. "I was gonna say, 'God damn fucking amazing,' but I don't want to massage that ego of yours too much."

"Bitch," he growled. "By the time I'm through with you, you won't be able to walk for a week. I'm gonna make you scream my name and beg for more."

"Promise?" I whispered.

"Yeah Les, that's a promise," he said as he kissed me again.

Damn, I could get used to this…