Author’s Note: This story fills the bingo square for ‘standing’ in the ‘Holiday Bingo Challenge’ over at the LJ group ‘spanking_world’. It’s also filling the following prompt from Artofotk:
Brooklyn Nine-Nine - Kevin/Jake
Kevin spanks Jake. He's quite strict but shows some sweet fondness for him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, and I’m not making any money from this story.
Warning: Non-consensual spanking of an adult.
Author’s Second Note: I’ve only seen about ten episodes of this show, so I certainly wouldn’t call myself an expert, and there may be some accidental non-cannon stuff in here. If so – sorry! This episode takes place during Season 2 Episode 5 ‘The Mole’, which I have seen. A few of the lines are straight from the show.
Work Family
Jake stood outside his boss’s house, internally giving himself a pep-talk before knocking on the door. Yes, Internal Affairs was investigating the precinct to find a mole. Yes, Jake looked guilty since he’d taken classified files home without permission. And yes, one of his co-workers was apparently a master at deception, because Jake had no idea who it could possibly be. BUT he had faith that if he and Captain Holt worked together, they could figure out who the mole was before tomorrow morning when Jake got suspended.
"Not gonna happen," he muttered to himself, and quickly knocked on the door before he lost his nerve. "Please be Holt. Please be…"
"Kev," he said in a forced happy high tone.
"Jake," Kevin said with irritation, "it's after midnight, this had better be about a murder."
"No, I wish." He realized that probably hadn’t been the best wording, and continued, "Look, I’m really sorry, but I have to talk to Captain Holt."
"Raymond," Kevin called over his shoulder, "your work life is here." Kevin opened the door wider. "Please come in. Take off your shoes."
"Neither of us want that," Jake said with certainty as he walked into the foyer and watched Holt come down the stairs.
"What is going on Peralta? It’s been a long day," Holt said as Kevin sighed and walked into another room.
"Well…" Jake blurted it all out in a rush, "…Internal Affairs caught me returning some classified files, and now I’m the prime suspect in the mole investigation, and Miller said I would be suspended in the morning. But more importantly, what’s the J stand for? Jake asked, while pointing at the initials R.J.H. on Holt’s pajamas. James? John? JoJo?"
"My middle name is more important to you than being suspended?" Holt asked dryly.
"If it’s JoJo?" Jake grinned. "Yes." Holt was clearly unamused, so Jake took it down a notch and continued, "Look. I came here because we have to figure this thing out. Miller is sure there’s a mole in the precinct, and the only way to prove it’s not me is to figure out who it is."
"Earlier you said there was no mole. You said you knew everything about your coworkers."
"Well, it turns out I don’t. I found out some truly horrible things tonight. You were right, and I was wrong."
Holt’s eyebrows went way up, and Jake could tell that this time the man was impressed. "Let’s discuss this in the study."
Over the next five and a half hours, Jake and Captain Holt went over each and every one of their co-workers, trying to decide which one of them could possibly be leading a double life. They’d had coffee, they’d had snacks, they’d filled an entire whiteboard with sticky notes full of intel, and halfway through the wee hours of the morning, Holt had offered Jake a set of ‘guest pajamas’ and slippers. Jake had honestly felt like they’d been on the verge of solving the case for the past hour, but still nothing.
At five-thirty, they both heard Kevin walking down the stairs and shuffling into the kitchen to make coffee.
When Jake heard that, he lay down on the floor in defeat and said, "I can’t believe we can’t figure out who the mole is."
"Well," Holt said, "there is someone we haven’t talked about yet. Detective Jake Peralta."
"What? Someone’s got a case of the sleepover sillies," Jake joked, "trying not to feel hurt. Why would I be the mole?"
Holt sat up and looked him in the eyes. "You were just caught sneaking classified materials into the precinct. You spent six months under cover in the mafia, and have many criminal contacts. You’ve been known to flaunt departmental rules and regulations. And you are deeply in debt."
"Well if you hadn’t tricked me into getting car insurance, I wouldn’t be in debt! Feeling more than a little offended, Jake stood and ranted. You wanna do me?! I’ll do you right back. Tit for toot!"
Remaining unperturbed, Holt simply raised one eyebrow. "I’ve been on the force for over thirty years, and I’ve never been accused of impropriety."
"Oh, is that a fact?" Jake said, trying and failing not to make big hand gestures as he spoke. "Because I heard you call Deputy Chief Wuntch by her first name. And after that you told her you hoped she got carried off by crows. That is gross insubordination!"
Holt stood as well and said, "Madeline is irrelevant. Our battle extends beyond the confines of NYPD rules. You’re being ridiculous."
"Am I?" Jake asked, his voice rising. He was hurt, offended, and trying very hard not to feel intimidated by the larger man who also happened to be his boss and sometimes father figure. "If you’re such a great cop, how come you didn’t know there was a mole in your precinct? That’s right! Because you did know! Because you are the mole… you… you… mole!" He scowled at his lack of a good burn.
"I’ve heard enough." Holt said holding his hand up to stop Jake from anything else he might have said. "Please return your guest pajamas, guest toothbrush, guest slippers, and get out of here. It’s time for you to be suspended."
"Fine!" Jake stormed off to the bathroom where he’d left his clothes a few hours ago. He shut the door a little more forcefully than needed, and yanked the striped pajama top off his head. As he changed clothes, he muttered to himself. "Accuse me of being the mole. Me? I’m the one who came over here to figure out who the mole was! Who needs your comfortable pajamas, fuzzy slippers, inviting home, and warm approval anyway? Not me, that’s who." He kicked at the pajamas and slippers that were now on the floor, and finished getting dressed. Once he was done, he glared at himself in the mirror, and decided another pep talk was in order. "You need to figure this out on your own, Jake. Come on man, you’re the best detective on the force. You can do this. Go home, catch a nap, and look at it with fresh eyes."
Feeling better, he nodded to himself and opened the bathroom door to leave. He almost stepped right into Kevin, who was directly on the other side of the door, but halted just in time. "Jeez Kev, give a guy a heart attack why don’t… you." As Jake spoke, he took in Kevin’s appearance. The older man was still in pajamas, his arms were crossed, he was scowling, and he was holding a wooden hairbrush in his right hand. Kevin never looked happy when Jake was around, but this was something else. This was seriously displeased Kevin, and Jake found himself taking a step back.
He doubted Kevin was there to brush his own hair, or Jake’s hair, and there was only one other use for a hairbrush that Jake could think of in the moment, but that idea was insane. But then Jake had crazy ideas all the time, and half the time those crazy ideas ended up being valid ideas. That’s part of why he was a great detective.
"You and I need to have a discussion, Jacob." Kevin stepped into the small room, and shut the door behind him, before re-crossing his arms and glaring at the younger man.
Jake took another step back, worrying that this would be one of those times that his idea had validity. "The Captain told me to leave, so I should probably…"
"Did you, or did you not, just accuse my husband of gross insubordination?" Kevin asked sternly.
"Uh… well I…" Jake’s mind raced to think of something, anything, that would get him out of this before his crazy idea became a nightmarish reality.
"And did you, or did you not, accuse my husband who has been on the force for thirty years, of being the mole?"
"Look, Kev..." Jake saw the older man’s brows crease and finished off his name, "…in, I’ve been up all night, and I’m exhausted. I may have said some things that I didn’t mean."
Kevin pointed the hairbrush at Jake’s nose and said, "You, young man, are Raymond’s favorite."
Jake’s eyes grew wide with shock. "What?!" He shook his head with disbelief.
"He’s always talking about you. Yes, half of the time it’s because he’s exasperated with your antics, but the other half it’s because he’s proud. Do you think he would have let any other detective into our home for the night to work on a case?"
"Yes," Jake answered honestly.
"No," Kevin said firmly. "He wouldn’t have."
Jake’s mouth opened and closed a few times, unable to formulate a coherent response. Here was confirmation of that warm approval he’d been wanting from Holt since the man became Captain, but he’d just said some awful things to the man, and Kevin was still standing there looking like an angry father holding a hairbrush. Not that Jake had much experience with angry fathers. Or fathers at all for that matter.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Kevin asked.
Not liking the scrutiny Kevin was giving him, Jake decided transferring blame was his best bet. "He accused me of being the mole first."
Kevin sighed and shook his head. He reached out with his free hand, grasped Jake’s upper arm, and turned him to the side so that the younger man was facing the bathroom wall. Then he said calmly, "Raymond’s bad behavior doesn’t excuse yours."
Even though Jake’s brain had practically been setting off alarm bells in his head that cried out ‘Beware, spanking immanent!’, it still came as a huge shock to his system when the backside of the brush came in contact with his backside. The loud pop on his right ass cheek made his hips automatically jerk forward.
"Ah," a startled little yell escaped his lips, and then another pop landed on the left side. He hissed in pain, but was at a complete loss for words. This could NOT be happening to him. This had to be some horrible dream that he’d wake up from any second now.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Kevin asked again, keeping a firm hold on Jake’s upper arm, when the younger man tried to lean away.
After a longer than usual pause, Jake said tentatively, "You can’t spank me?"
Looking irritated, Kevin pursed his lips and shook his head.
Once the words were out of his mouth, Jake nodded in approval of his own statement. "That’s right." He sounded more sure of himself with every word. "You can’t spank me. It’s assault. I can arrest you for it. In fact, I am arresting you for it. You’re under arrest for… Ah!" His hips jerked forward again with the swat, and he tried a little harder to get his arm out of Kevin’s grasp, only to get smacked again. "Ow!"
When he couldn’t get free, he put both his hands back to cover his rear end. "I said you can’t spank me." Even he could hear the plaintive whine in his tone.
"But clearly I can, because I am," Kevin countered. "I sincerely doubt you’d want to write up a report about getting spanked by your Captain’s husband, so you can stop with the threats of arrest."
Jake winced as he thought about Amy, Rosa, and Gina all snickering about it for weeks. Charles would be sympathetic, but Terry… Jake grimaced when he realized Terry would probably think this was a great idea, and might employ it himself if he thought he could get away with it.
"Now," Kevin said firmly, "you can either move your hands, and keep them on the wall in front of you until I’m done, or I can take you back to the study, sit on the couch, and put you over my knee until I’m done."
Flushing bright red, Jake immediately moved his hands back to the wall.
"Thank you. Now I’m going to ask again. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Jake had no idea what he was supposed to do in this situation. "I’m sorry?"
"That’s a very good start," Kevin said with approval. "Now what are you sorry for?"
"I’m sorry for… accusing Captain Holt of being the mole?"
"Yes, you should be. Brace yourself, I’m giving you six for that."
"Six what? Ow! Oh, six, I get it. Ah! But that’s not fair! Ow! I said… Ow! I was sorry! Ow! Jeez that really… Ah! …freakin hurts!"
"What else are you sorry for?" Kevin asked, as he paused the swats.
"If I tell you I’m not sorry for anything else, will you stop spanking me?"
Two more swats landed in answer.
"Okay, okay!" Jake said with a hint of annoyance, "I’m sorry I pointed out that Holt was insubordinate to Wuntch, even though it was true!"
"You, young man, are insubordinate on a daily basis." Kevin swung the hairbrush twice before continuing. "Pointing out the one time that your captain slipped up, after all the times he has overlooked your bad behavior, is uncalled for and unjustified. Especially in his own home after he invited you in, worked the case with you all night, and even gave you the guest pajamas to wear."
Jake nodded rapidly and opened his mouth to agree, but then the brush was smacking him again and again, and all that came out were yelps. By the time the sixth smack landed, Jake was having a hard time staying still. He balled his hands into fists against the bathroom wall and said, "I’m sorry! Really! It won’t happen again!"
As soon as the smacks stopped, there was a loud pounding on the bathroom door, making both Jake and Kevin jump.
"Kevin?" Holt’s voice rang out.
"Oh, crap," Jake muttered to the wall. He closed his eyes and hung his head in embarrassment. It was bad enough that Kevin of all people was spanking him, but now Holt knew about it. How the hell was Jake supposed to look him in the eyes ever again?
Kevin gently pulled on Jake’s arm to turn him back around, and then let go. "All done," he said, before turning to open the bathroom door.
Jake’s hands both immediately went to his butt to rub out the sting, and even though he wanted to keep his head down and hide his shame, his eyes automatically went to the doorway against his will. He watched Holt calmly take in the scene, while Kevin re-crossed his arms and gave Holt the same seriously displeased expression he’d given Jake a few moments ago. His detective mind quickly put two and two together, and then he shook his head. He never wanted to have that thought in there ever again.
Holt seemed to take the expression in stride and gave Kevin a seriously displeased look of his own. "Did you just assault my officer?"
"No, I gave him a well-deserved spanking."
Jake tried not to groan with embarrassment.
"That’s the very definition of assault, Kevin, and you’re well aware of that fact." Holt turned to Jake and said, "If you want to press charges, I’ll arrest him myself."
"No!" Jake rapidly shook his head. There was no way in hell he wanted any of tonight’s events to ever leave this house.
Kevin said with irritation. "I’ve told you time and time again that this new generation of young adults not only need to be held accountable, but on a certain level they want to be held accountable. I see it every day in my students."
"Yes," Holt countered, "but you don’t spank your students to hold them accountable, you give them bad grades, and then make them redo their work."
"Don’t be obtuse, Raymond. Jake isn’t a student, he’s a member of your work family. He’s held to a different standard." Kevin looked over at the younger man and said with some exasperation, "Come here," he pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him with the hairbrush, "and stop rubbing your bottom. You’re a grown man for goodness sake."
Jake snatched his hands away from his ass, and took a step back, away from Kevin and his hairbrush of doom.
"You’ve frightened him," Holt accused.
Kevin rolled his eyes, stepped up to Jake, and grasped his arm again.
"You don’t need to spank me anymore! I’m sorry!" Jake said quickly, covering his ass again, but instead of being turned to the wall and smacked, he found himself being pulled into a strong hug.
"You’re all right now," Kevin said in a soothing tone as he rubbed Jake’s back. "You’re forgiven. I told you it was all done, and I meant it. No more spanking, but I do expect you to learn from this and behave respectfully when you’re in our home. Is that clear?"
Jake’s head was spinning. Kevin was hugging him? Kevin had said he was forgiven? Kevin had said he was part of Holt’s work family? It was all too much. He felt his eyes tearing up, but there was no way in hell he was going to cry all over Kevin’s pajamas. He nodded and even though the words yes sir were on the tip of his tongue, he refused to let them out. Instead he gave the older man a barely respectful, "Yeah, it’s clear," while squirming to get out of his grasp.
Kevin let go, and turned to his husband. "Give the boy a hug, Raymond, and tell him he’s forgiven."
"What?!" Jake shook his head and backed up against the wall. He could barely take a hug from Kevin without breaking down, there was no possibility of getting a hug from Holt without sobbing his eyes out like a five-year-old, and that was not going to happen. "Nope. Not necessary. I totally get it. I was disrespectful, I got punished, and now I’m forgiven. It’s all very, very clear. No time for hugs, because I need to get home and start that suspension, right Captain?"
Holt and Kevin exchanged a look, which Jake didn’t quite understand, but then Holt was stepping forward into Jake’s space. Jake winced and turned his head to the side. Instead of a hug, he felt Holt’s hand gently squeezing his shoulder. "Just to make it abundantly clear, I forgive you, too. And I also apologize for accusing you of being the mole. I was frustrated and tired, but that’s no excuse for making ridiculous allegations that were hurtful."
Unable to believe his ears, Jake turned his face back and looked into Holt’s eyes. He saw nothing but honesty in them, and a warm feeling of happiness grew in his chest, which quickly clogged his throat with pending tears. He saw Holt’s other arm moving to pull him into a hug, and his body reacted without forethought. Ducking under Holt’s arm, Jake rushed past both men, and out the bathroom door. He yelled back over his shoulder, "Apology accepted. Thanks for the hospitality, but I’ve got to go."
Jake could hear them calling for him to come back, but that only made him speed up. He was out the front door and down the porch steps within seconds. He rushed to unlock his car door, half expecting one of them to try chasing him down the street. He plunked down into the car, and yelped with surprise as his sore ass came in contact with the seat. Whining, he shifted in the chair to get as comfortable as possible and shut the car door. He saw Holt opening his front door from his rear view mirror, and immediately turned the car on and started driving.
Once he’d turned the corner, and felt ‘safe’ from the emotional upheaval that had threatened him, he thought back over his last words and scowled. "Thanks for the hospitality?" he muttered. "I got spanked, and then thanked them for the hospitality." Sighing, he shook his head, shifted in his seat again, and said, "Great job, Jake."
As he drove home, he tried to block out the entire spanking event along with the subsequent emotions that it had brought out, and forced himself to focus on the case. He thought about all of his co-workers, and very suddenly knew without a doubt that none of them were the mole. Suspecting them was just as bad as suspecting Holt. Jake did know these people, and there was no way any of them would betray their ‘work family’ as Kevin had put it.
Once that thought was sealed in his head, Jake very suddenly realized who the mole actually was. It was the Internal Affairs officer Miller, working with Holt’s nemesis Wuntch. Grinning at his own detective skills, he almost turned the car around and went back to his captain’s house. But a twinge of pain as he shifted weight in his seat made him rethink that.
He wasn’t quite ready to face Holt again, and he was going to avoid Kevin like the plague for at least a month. Instead he’d go home. He’d take a look at his ass in the mirror, maybe have a cry in the shower while thinking about his own fatherless childhood, and then firmly repress the memories of doing either of those things before heading to the precinct to tell Holt what he’d figured out in a spank free, and more importantly, a hug free zone.
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