Date Finished: 3/23/2026
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: Jonathan Pine/Teddy Dos Santos, Slash, bisexual dance scene, minor
scene adjustment followed by a complete diversion into porn, blowjobs, anal
sex
Spoilers: Probably not, but it probably makes more sense if you know the
plot of both seasons.
Disclaimer: I am a fanfiction writer. Clearly I would never be allowed to
write these characters for actual money.
Summary: "If he does this, he could become more than just a conveniently
timed investor. More than a trusted friend. He could get the keys to the
entire kingdom."
Author's Notes: Apparently my muse wasn't happy about that last
story ending without Teddy dragging Jonathan to a bed and fucking his
brains out. This is still Chrissy's fault.
I don't speak Spanish. But I understand a good amount of French and spent a
lot of time looking things up on Reddit and websites with lists of pet names
and phrases that can be used on Grindr. My search history is going to be FUN
from here on out. I mention my knowledge of French for two reasons: one,
written Spanish is similar enough to French that I felt fairly comfortable
tweaking things to fit ("I want to put it in you" to "put it in me" for
example) and just verifying via online translator that I hadn't made it
incomprehensible (at one point, I accidentally had Jonathan declaring that
he wanted to be inside himself, which sounds like a Cirque du Soleil trick,
but...). Second, when I saw that Spanish speakers use papi/mami liberally in
sexual situations I KNEW I had to use the fact that it sounds so much like
"papa", which is what Matthew's fictional daughter from a Frenchwoman would
most likely call him. And also, I mean...it does literally mean daddy and
having Roper's son call him that is bound to fuck Jonathan up.
By the way, my favorite phrase that I couldn't use here was "te voy a dejar
con ojos de carnero degollado". While the meaning of it would actually work
in this context, I'm sure Jonathan would just be confused and a bit put off
by Teddy saying he wants to leave him with the eyes of a slaughtered ram.
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In Deep
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"Jealous?" Juan's amused voice pierces Jonathan's awareness and he realizes
he has let his control waver. Luckily, the lawyer has misinterpreted the
apprehension that must be bleeding onto his face at the sight of Roxanna and
Teddy whispering conspiratorially to each other, occasionally stealing
glances at him from the dance floor. "Believe me," Juan continues. "You do
not have to be."
He pulls himself together, lets the mask fall over his face again. Matthew
doesn't care who Roxanna fucks. She is a temporary diversion. But Jonathan
very much cares about the possibility that she could double cross him.
He could tap out now. He already sent pictures of the shipping list to Sally
while everyone thought he was with Roxanna. The rest of the mission as they
originally devised it could probably be completed from a safe distance. But
now he knows this plot goes deeper than any of them thought.
'I need a meeting with Gilberto and his friends for full approval.'
Teddy is a puppet. Possibly a reluctant one if plans to murder the
prosecutor drive him to self harm. Jonathan needs to know who is pulling his
strings. And right now, he needs to make sure he is still in control of this
operation.
He doesn't have a clear plan in mind when he goes to cut in on the dancing
couple. He just knows he needs to keep Roxanna from telling Teddy anything
that might compromise him.
"May I?"
Roxanna chuckles softly and turns toward him, cupping the back of his neck
lightly as she continues to sway to the music, pulling him with her. But
before Teddy can cede her to Jonathan, she reaches back with her other hand,
drawing him in until he is pressed to her back.
Jonathan lets his eyes slide from Roxanna to Teddy and feels his breath
catch. He has felt increased attention from Teddy ever since his failed
attempt at seduction by the pool. But now...Teddy is staring at him with an
intensity that reduces all other thought to dust. He is only vaguely aware
of Roxanna letting go of his neck in favor of cupping the back of Teddy's
head, turning to nuzzle the side of his face, whispering "ves?" [See?] Teddy
doesn't acknowledge the question; doesn't tear his eyes from Jonathan's.
Roxanna slips from between them suddenly and presses against Jonathan's
back, preventing him from escaping as Teddy slips into the space she
vacated. Although escape is the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.
'You are going to kill him, poor thing,' Roxanna's voice echoes in his mind.
He swallows a whimper as he gives in, allowing their combined hands to guide
and inflame him as they continue to sway to the music.
He grips Teddy's shoulders and tries to concentrate on keeping his head
clear as the bodies pressed on either side of him slide languidly, providing
gentle friction. Not enough and too much at the same time. A suggestion. He
reminds himself that this doesn't mean the same thing to Latin Americans
that it does to him. That just because Teddy is touching him sensuously and
leaning so close he can feel his warm breath on his face and neck doesn't
mean they are actually going to have sex and his cock should really stop
stirring with interest.
Hands turn him in Teddy's arms and now - with Teddy's hips pressed flush to
his backside - it really does feel like they are all but fucking. At the
very least dry humping like a couple teenagers so aroused that they can't
wait until they are somewhere more private for a display so indecent. He
tries to focus on Roxanna, on her hands on his hips, grounding him, but then
Teddy's lips are brushing his shoulder, dragging slowly up the curve of his
neck, so faintly he can feel little more than the humid breath on his skin.
His eyes close, but that only makes it worse as Teddy's nose brushes the
sensitive spot beneath his ear, as his lips brush the curve of his jaw. He
shudders, opening his eyes to see Roxanna smiling at him like the proverbial
cat with a mouthful of canary. Whatever this is, it is exactly what she
wanted.
Teddy murmurs something in Spanish, full of slang Jonathan doesn't know, but
he thinks he catches the words "what you do to me."
Jonathan's fingers curl in the folds of Roxanna's dress and he locks his
gaze with hers, trying to communicate his understanding of what she has
done. She wasn't double crossing him. She had found him another way in.
Somehow, she has convinced Teddy to finally take him up on his offer.
He is barely aware of the music pausing while the band resets. He claws his
way out of the fog that has clouded his brain by the time Roxanna and Teddy
guide him back to their table. Just in time to hear Teddy excuse himself so
he can escort "Matthew" back to his room as he has an early flight in the
morning. It is a poor excuse. Even Juan has a knowing look in his eyes,
tinged with disbelief that an Englishman his age can have any energy left
after spending the afternoon with Roxanna.
'Jealous?' he thinks pettily.
As Teddy guides him from the table with a warm hand at the small of his
back, he feels a knot begin to coil in his gut. He should stop this. Now.
Sleeping with Teddy is not necessary to complete the mission.
'You will be in so deep you'll worry you'll never get out of it,' Angela's
voice echoes from another lifetime.
Not necessary, but an opportunity. If he does this, he could become more
than just a conveniently timed investor. More than a trusted friend. He
could get the keys to the entire kingdom.
'But he's a killer,' the rational part of his brain protests.
'So are you.'
He told himself it was different. But was it? Was it Teddy who had killed
Waleed or was it Jonathan by involving him in a dangerous mission because he
was chasing Richard Roper's ghost? If he could dismantle the entire system
Teddy was just one cog in by going deeper, would that absolve him? Both of
them?
'Forgive me, Father...'
By the time they reach the door to his hotel room, Jonathan has made his
decision. He digs out his key card with trembling hands and doesn't protest
as Teddy shoves him through the door. Teddy has him pressed against the wall
inside almost before the lock re-engages and Jonathan vaguely notes the
parallel to his first time with Jed. He wonders if she felt the same thrill
he does now as Teddy kisses him with a passion that borders on violence -
all tongues and teeth and noises Jonathan would be embarrassed to hear
coming from him if he wasn't so worked up. He isn't passive. His fingers
tangle in Teddy's hair as he tries to match the Colombian's ferocity.
Teddy's hands deftly unthread his belt, working his trousers open urgently.
Jonathan belatedly realizes he should be returning the favor and reaches for
the buttons on Teddy's slacks, feeling clumsy as his fingers seem to forget
how to work them. Before he can manage, Teddy is falling to his knees and
his cock is enveloped in wet heat. He cries out, his fingers digging into
Teddy's shoulders as he struggles to keep his balance. Teddy's hands hold
his hips in a bruising grip. He twitches helplessly in the confines of it as
Teddy drives him to the edge of madness like he is trying to beat a record.
"Wait," he pants. "I can't..."
Teddy pulls off him abruptly, pinching the head of his cock cruelly. He
yelps as it has the effect of disrupting his oncoming orgasm faster than
being doused in cold water.
Teddy is standing, holding him, shushing him quietly. "Tranquilo... breathe,
Matteo..." Jonathan can feel his smirk more than he can hear it. "I forgot.
You prefer *slow*." He nuzzles Jonathan's ear, his warm breath teasing the
sensitive skin behind it. "Viktor was impressed."
Jonathan swallows thickly. "And Roxanna?"
Teddy chuckles. "With your skill, yes. But she said it was obvious you
didn't want her. She believes you are just using her to get to me."
Clever, Jonathan grudgingly acknowledges. Carefully twisting the truth so
that it supports the lie. "I wasn't sure you were...open to this."
Teddy presses tightly to him, letting him feel the growing erection still
trapped by clothing against his hip. "And now?"
Jonathan groans and reaches for Teddy's belt with renewed purpose, his hands
steadier, even if his fingers are less than deft.
Teddy growls as his cock is freed into Jonathan's eager hands. "Joder..."
[Fuck]
Jonathan deliberately keeps his touch light. Not enough. If he can draw this
out, maybe he can distract Teddy from thoughts of the delayed money transfer
and his plans for the prosecutor.
Reason begins to reassert itself. 'This is dangerous,' the voice in the back
of his head hisses. 'HE is dangerous.'
'And the danger is what gets you off.'
On some level, he knew it wasn't Teddy he was attracted to just as he hadn't
really been attracted to Jed all those years ago. It was the thrill of
dancing on the edge of the knife that drew him to them. The possibility that
Roper would catch him with his girl. The predatory glint in Teddy's eyes. He
wanted to stare death in the face and make it blink.
But if anyone asks, he will tell them this is all part of the job. That
seduction is the oldest and most powerful weapon a spy can wield. And
Jonathan is good at using it to get what he wants.
His thoughts scatter as Teddy presses him firmly into the wall, lifting one
leg to open his hips, making their cocks slide against each other.
Jonathan's fingers twist in his hair, arching and writhing as Teddy's lips
and tongue continue to explore his face and neck.
"Mi lindo puta Ingles," Teddy murmurs against Jonathan's skin. "Quiero
cogerte...aqui...contra esta pared...quiero te desamarte." [My pretty
English whore. I want to take you...right here against this wall...want to
take you apart]
Jonathan may not be completely fluent in Spanish, but he does know the word
for "whore" and thinks vaguely he should probably object to being called
one. But the rest of it sends a shudder of pure carnal desire through him.
"Yes," he moans, thrusting against Teddy as best he can from his precarious
position. "Please...dámelo...me hagas tuyo." [Take me. Make me yours.]
Teddy growls, his fingers digging painfully into Jonathan's thigh. "You do
not know what you are asking for, Mateo."
A helpless sound escapes Jonathan's throat before he can stop it. He leans
so he can speak directly into Teddy's ear and carefully, slowly so there can
be no mistaking his intent, whispers "síngame." [Fuck me.]
The world tilts as he is dragged from the wall and unceremoniously pushed
onto the edge of the bed. The hands become gentle again, cupping his chin, a
thumb tracing his lips. He lets his lips part invitingly, looking up at
Teddy through his eyelashes. It has been a long time since he has done this
- any of this - with a man, but his pretty sure he can still rely on his
instincts. 'Like riding a bicycle.' He meets Teddy halfway, taking his cock
like he's done it a thousand times, gripping the Colombian's hips and
relaxing his throat.
"Joder. ¿Qué me haces?" [Fuck. What are you doing to me?]
Teddy grips the back of his neck and thrusts tentatively. Jonathan moans and
establishes an almost lazy rhythm, as if he has all the time in the world.
The goal is not to get him off. Not yet.
"Dale. Así, papi." [Just like that, papi.]
Intellectually, Jonathan knows that "papi" is used in a general sense
sexually and Teddy probably means it as a colloquial "baby". But having
Richard Roper's son call him "daddy" puts a damper on his arousal.
Teddy notices. Because of course he does. He pulls out and tips Jonathan's
head up, thumbing moisture from his lip. "Okay?"
Jonathan nods quickly and nuzzles Teddy's hand. "Me quiero entregar a ti,"
he murmurs. [I want to give myself to you.]
Teddy chuckles. "You sound like a bad romance novel. Just speak English."
Jonathan tugs Teddy's trousers until they fall to the floor, pooled around
his ankles. "Fuck me."
Teddy shoves him onto his back, pausing to free himself before yanking
Jonathan's trousers down as well, tossing both aside unceremoniously.
Jonathan scrambles backward on the mattress, expecting Teddy to follow. But
Teddy has abandoned him suddenly in favor of digging through his suitcase.
"What are you..." The question dies on his tongue as Teddy unearths the
bottle of lubricant he obviously knew he would find. 'Viktor probably told
him,' he thinks. It was mostly for show. Because if Matthew was buying porn
on his hotel cable, why wouldn't he need it? It should unnerve him, but he
knows better than to have any sort of expectations of privacy here. And
honestly, he's relieved that Teddy is considerate enough to think of
retrieving it. He half expected his own saliva to be the only lubrication he
was afforded and was preparing himself for the pain. "My wallet," he
mutters, starting to sit up.
Teddy makes a discouraging noise and tosses the lubricant on the bed before
reaching for Jonathan's trousers, digging the wallet from his pocket. He
blinks at the stock photo of a small child - "Matthew's" daughter - before
correcting himself, flipping to the other side and removing two condom
packets. He drops the wallet back on the pile of clothing and returns to the
bed. "You were prepared," he says with a smirk.
"Always," Jonathan says honestly.
Teddy strips off the rest of his clothing and climbs on top of Jonathan
naked, sitting on his thighs and reaching to unbutton his shirt, smoothing
his hands over the skin as it is exposed to him. He babbles a string of
mostly nonsense, but Jonathan understands the words "beautiful" and "ruin".
Jonathan sits up to remove the shirt fully, sending it to the floor with the
rest of his clothing, and runs his hands over Teddy's body as he recaptures
his lips. Teddy allows it for a moment before pressing him back down with a
firm hand in the center of his chest. He climbs off Jonathan to reposition
himself between his thighs, stroking a trail of fire along the Brit's skin
as he presses them open.
Jonathan watches him reach for the lubricant and forces his breath to calm.
He has only been on the receiving end of this particular act once before,
but he's sure Matthew would have more experience. His breath hitches as two
lubed fingers are eased inside him at once. 'On the other hand,' he thinks.
'If I don't say something now, he could do actual damage.'
Teddy seems to sense something is wrong again. He looms over Jonathan, dark
eyes piercing. "Esta bien?" [You okay?/All right?]
"Y...yes," Jonathan stutters. "Sorry. It's been a while..."
As he had hoped, the partial truth both obviously stokes Teddy's arousal and
causes him to gentle his touch. Matthew may not be entirely unfamiliar with
this, but he is inexperienced enough to appeal to Teddy's pride.
Teddy spends several minutes reducing Jonathan to a mindless creature
moaning and thrusting into the hand scissoring him open, too focused on the
pleasure to register the words - some in English, but most in Spanish - that
Teddy murmurs into his skin. He thinks he hears bits of prayer mixed in with
words like "burn" and "fill" and "take", but it all seems to be delivered
with the same reverence. As if he is worshipping Matthew's body. It is too
much and not enough at the same time.
"Te..." Jonathan barely swallows a moan and tries again. "Te necesito dentro
me." [I need you inside me.]
He whimpers in protest as Teddy suddenly pulls away, but the hands return
quickly, gently turning him onto his hands and knees. He is grateful he will
not have to control his expressions. And then Teddy is pushing inside him
and all other thoughts scatter.
"Esta bien?" Teddy's voice is strained. Rough. His hands stroke along
Jonathan's heaving sides.
Jonathan nods shakily and widens his stance, pushing his hips back
invitingly.
Teddy groans. "Tan appretado..." [So tight.]
Jonathan barely suppresses a smile and rolls his hips gently, grunting as
Teddy's fingers dig painfully into his hips. "You're so big," he counters
huskily. Matthew would probably be better at dirty talk, he thinks. Maybe
call Teddy "daddy" and give lewd directions on how to properly fuck his
brains out. But Jonathan just reaches back, covering Teddy's hand and
squeezing reassuringly. "Don't worry. I can take it."
Teddy's hips snap forward and Jonathan has to return his hand to the bed to
avoid falling on his face.
"Be careful what you ask for, vendijo," Teddy growls.
Jonathan winces slightly at that, but decides "old man" is preferable to
"daddy". He lets Matthew take over, arching invitingly and taunting "don't
make promises you can't keep."
He is unable to be coherent after that, but he is not quiet. Matthew
wouldn't fuck silently. He moans and whines and occasionally mumbles things
like "good" and "yes" and "fuck" as he matches Teddy's slow but punishing
rhythm.
Teddy is more verbal. Giving colorful descriptions in mostly Spanish of
filling Matthew with his "milk" and riding him so hard he won't be able to
walk after, mixed with more flowery religious imagery of Matthew as a fallen
angel leading him to temptation and a liberal amount of curses and "dios
mios".
Jonathan's cock is heavy and aching, bouncing with every thrust, twitching
every time Teddy angles just right inside him. He doesn't dare sacrifice his
balance to touch it and he isn't sure he would even want to as it would only
hasten his orgasm and he isn't ready for this to be over yet. He can feel it
slowly coiling in his abdomen. All of his muscles pulling taut. His breath
hitching in straining lungs. Just this side of painful. He feels like he is
burning up and wonders wildly if when the tension finally snaps it will be
powerful enough to make him black out. Or have a heart attack.
'Worth it,' he thinks. 'God, when was the last time I had sex this good?'
He sobs as Teddy's hand wraps around his cock suddenly.
"Corres para mi." [Come for me.]
He couldn't stop it from happening if he wanted to. And he doesn't. He cries
out as it washes over him like a tidal wave, leaving him trembling
helplessly in its wake. Teddy fucks him through it, grunting and swearing as
Jonathan's body spasms beneath him, around him. Just as it gets to be too
much, he pulls out and Jonathan whimpers as he collapses to the bed,
twitching.
He feels disconnected, floating on an endorphin high, but he can hear Teddy
peeling off the condom and finishing with his hand. He summons the energy to
roll onto his back, his body sluggish, his limbs still shaking, and pulls
Teddy in for a kiss, swallowing his moan as wetness splatters across his
abdomen and Teddy shudders to a stop.
Jonathan continues to float as Teddy's kisses gentle and he eases to the
bed, half beside him, half on top of him.
"Tan hermoso," he murmurs, swirling a finger lazily through the combined
fluids pooling on Jonathan's abdomen. "Me habéis perdidos en la bellaquera."
[So beautiful. You make me lose myself in lust.]
Jonathan arches his neck and hums softly. "Next time don't pull out."
Teddy's eyebrows shoot up. "Next time?"
Jonathan falls back into Matthew's confident drawl. "You don't really think
I'm just going to leave in the morning after that now, do you? We definitely
need to do that again." He reaches for Teddy's wandering hand and brings it
to his mouth, obscenely licking semen from his finger. It isn't pleasant,
but he's done worse. And it has the desired effect of making Teddy's eyes
darken.
Teddy snorts softly. "Ai, pobre putacito Ingles. Te he roto para otros
hombres." [Oh, poor little English whore/slut. I have ruined you for
other men.]
Jonathan isn't sure how much of that Matthew should understand, but since he
has used that word again... "You keep calling me a whore. Should I be
insulted?"
Teddy's mouth quirks in amusement. "Is it not sexy? You seemed to like it
better than papi."
Jonathan winces. He did notice. "I'm sorry. I didn't..."
Teddy makes a dismissive noise. "I understand. You did not want to be
thinking of your daughter while my dick was in your mouth."
Oh. Jonathan snatches at this explanation eagerly as it is better than
anything he could have come up with. "I know it isn't literal. It's just
that..."
"No es nada, you don't have to explain." Teddy taps his finger against
Jonathan's lips and rolls away, climbing from the bed and reaching for his
clothes, pulling on his pants before fishing a cigarette and lighter from a
pocket. "You should go back to her. I'm sure she misses her papa."
He spent the whole year waiting for that one day his father would visit...
Jonathan sits up, groaning softly as his overworked muscles protest. He
carefully positions his limbs so Teddy can admire his handiwork without
being too obvious. There are red marks that will definitely be turning into
bruises, especially around his hips where they are recognizably taking the
shape of Teddy's hands. Proof of his claim on Matthew.
"She doesn't," he finally answers. "She hardly knows me. Her mother and I
were only married six months." Another truth supporting the lie. He decides
to go one further. "I've come to realize I wasn't meant to settle down. Have
commitments. They tend to not end well." He gestures at the cigarette as
Teddy gets it lit. "May I?"
Teddy hesitates only a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed and
holding the cigarette out to him. Jonathan takes a long drag, noting the way
Teddy's eyes take in the sight of his body as he expected.
"So you haven't been trying to seduce me since the gala?"
Jonathan blows smoke and hands the cigarette back. "Oh, I absolutely have.
But after you pushed me away last night, I figured you weren't interested."
Teddy hums and takes another puff, smoke curling around his head as he says
"you were drugged. I would have been taking advantage of you."
Jonathan frowns. "You know I didn't consent to all of it. You stopped me
from spilling any of that glass of champagne knowing it had been laced. You
made sure I drank all of it."
"Yes. I was testing you. And God was testing me." Teddy's phone chimes
softly and he exhales sharply as he pulls it from another pocket. He swipes
the screen a couple times and Jonathan catches a glimpse of the text
confirming the money transfer. "Viktor will take you back to the Gran
Méliá," he says as he returns the phone to his pocket. "Get some rest. I
will take you to the airport tomorrow." He takes one more drag from his
cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray on the bedside table. He
reaches to free his shirt from the tangle of clothing on the floor.
"So that's it? One fuck and you take my money and send me away?"
"I thought you didn't want commitments, cabrón," Teddy reminds him, his lips
quirking slightly.
"I'm not asking for commitments. I'm just not ready to leave now that I've
finally gotten a taste of you. I want more."
"Ay, Matthew," Teddy sighs as he finishes buttoning his shirt. "You do not
know what you want."
"Just one more day." He is dangerously close to begging. "I promise I will
make it worth it." Would Matthew really be this desperate? 'Yes,' he thinks.
'Because Matthew would never deny himself any opportunity for pleasure.'
Teddy returns to the bed and trails light fingers over a developing stubble
burn on the inside of Jonathan's thigh. Jonathan leans subtly into the
touch, encouraging him. Teddy hums appreciatively and bends to kiss Jonathan
gently, mindful of his bruising lips. "Good night, Matthew."
Jonathan feels bereft as Teddy retreats suddenly, walking toward the door.
"Get dressed. Pack your things. I will send Viktor in one hour." He pauses
at the door. "vemos mañana."
See you tomorrow.
It isn't quite the victory Jonathan was hoping for, but at least there's a
chance he can still buy himself time.
He drags his aching body to the shower before he dresses, washing away the
more obvious evidence of sex as he continues to work out a plan. He needs to
touch base with Sally. She should have a trace on Teddy's phone by now.
Jonathan doesn't need to be invited to the meeting with Gilberto Hanson. He
can follow and watch from a distance. Get more information.
By tomorrow, maybe he will have something he can use to work his way deeper
into this operation.
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