Pairing: Joe Dick/Renfield Turnbull

Rating: NC-17

Summary: This is a Hard Core Logo/Due South Crossover. Joe Dick has an unexpected fan.

Disclaimer: Due South, Hard Core Logo, neither one is mine. No copyright infringement is intended toward any of the entities that do own them.

Notes: Thank you to Heuradys for beta reading. Her suggestions made this a much better story.

Stage Door

A. Kite (June 2004)

It was raining lightly as Renfield Turnbull stood outside the stage door of a small club in Regina. If he was patient, he could possibly, perhaps...no, he really couldn't see himself actually talking to Joe Dick. Seeing him closer than on stage would have to suffice.

Ren stood in the shadow of a nearby doorway and waited. Sooner than he ever expected, he saw the door open. Someone walked out and stopped momentarily to light a cigarette. In the flare of the lighter, Ren saw that it was indeed Joe Dick.

"Fuck! It's fucking raining out here." Ren moved from his post in the doorway, meaning to offer the great man the shelter of his umbrella. He startled Mr. Dick instead. "Fuck! Jesus! Where the hell did you come from?" The singer had gone into a defensive posture with his back against the wet back wall of the club.

"Just now or originally, sir?" Ren asked what he thought was the logical question.

Evidently, Mr. Dick didn't think so. As Turnbull moved closer he said, "Are you some kind of nut or what?"

Renfield didn't know how to answer that question, so he stood there trying to look harmless. He watched as Joe gave him the once over. Ren knew he'd get called for being a poser. He had taken pains to appear as punk-like as one could while attending the RCMP depot, but even with the kohl around his eyes, the spiked hair and the strategically ripped jeans really he really didn't fit the image. Not like Joe Dick with his mohawk and tattered sweater.

Turnbull watched as a predatory look came over Joe's face. "Come 'ere, kid. Yeah, you're a pretty one all right." Ren was a little scared, but he took a step closer. Joe took a deep drag off the cigarette and asked, "Did you like the set?"

"Yes, sir. I did. Very much," he answered in his most sincere voice.

"What's your name, kid?" Joe asked as he tossed the butt away.

"Uh, Ren, sir." Turnbull's voice was a little shaky now, and he was sure his face was flushed.

Joe winked at him and said, "You don't have to call me sir, Ren. At least not yet." The wink did Ren in. Yes, he was frightened, but now he was also aroused. More than he'd been while watching the man on stage. He stood there paralyzed until Joe leaned against the wall and asked, "Well, Ren, are you going to stand there all night or get on with it?"

His voice actually squeaked when he said, "Pardon?"

Joe rolled his eyes, "Fucking farm boy, are you going to get over here and suck my cock or not? I ain't got all night."

Oh. Oh! Perhaps this was what he subconsciously hoped for, why he'd stayed behind and waited, he thought as he went to his knees on the wet concrete. He opened the tight jeans and watched as the unclothed penis of Joe Dick was revealed. Joe was half erect and growing harder. More excited and more frightened than he'd ever been in his life, Renfield Turnbull pulled that penis to his mouth. With more enthusiasm than finesse, he licked and took a tentative suck.

Joe's hands in his hair encouraged him to take more in his mouth. "Watch it. Watch your goddamn teeth," Joe warned him. Ren took heed and tried his best not to scrape again. As he sucked, he found that just a light graze of his teeth brought a most gratifying sound from Joe.

Mr. Dick had a whole litany of curses and moans. He said, "Oh fuck!" as Ren momentarily left his penis to lick Joe's testicles. Joe moaned, "Goddamn." when he drew the man's balls into his mouth one at a time, slowly. Ren's hair was pulled, and he was directed to go back to sucking the shaft with a, "Come on, pretty boy, do it. Get me off."

He knew he should have pulled away. He knew he was taking a dangerous chance, but when Joe Dick ejaculated, Ren swallowed. He took three hard spurts and a couple of smaller ones. Before the twitches stopped completely, Joe pulled him up. Pulled him up and kissed him, deep, opened mouth kisses.

Ren felt the Joe's hands at his groin. He flicked the buttons open and reached in to take Ren's cock in his calloused fingers. Joe pulled back and smiled at him again. "I like tasting my come in a pretty cocksucker's mouth." His hand pulled faster, and Ren came. Oh my, did he come! Harder than he'd ever come before, and he made a most embarrassing moan.

"Fuck, farm boy, you don't get much do you?" Joe laughed as he wiped his hand on the wet wall then on his jeans to dry it off while Ren blushed ashamedly. Joe took a pint of whiskey from his pocket and offered it to Ren after he'd taken a long, deep drink.

Normally, Ren would have refused, but obviously, this was not a normal night. The whiskey burned going down, but Ren smiled his thanks anyway. "Go on, kid. You'd better split before I take you back to my room and find out how tight your ass is."

Ren stumbled out of the alleyway and walked as quickly as he could to the bus station. He washed his face and combed his hair back flat. Then he looked at himself in the mirror, not quite believing what he'd done tonight. Why, if his classmates found out or his superiors, he'd be in a pickle indeed!

On the ride back to the Depot, Ren decided he should probably pursue a different genre of music from now on. Punk rock was much too dangerous. Country music, that was it. He'd become an aficionado of country music.

End