Handcuffs and Lace 25 - The Policeman's Balls (3 page)

Josh chuckled. Brian seemed to get very assertive when aroused. It would be a good thing to keep in mind. He was glad that Brian had said it though. Josh had needed to hear it before he gave into his own baser instincts. The badge was a way of life. He just didn’t want Brian confusing what was happening and filing a complaint later. Josh was already taking a huge risk, and if he weren’t thinking with his dick, he’d probably wait until he was off duty.

But all he saw was Brian’s raw expression of desire, his hips thrusting away from the side of the patrol car with Josh’s hand hidden from view inside Brian’s jeans. He saw parted moist lips, glistening in the meager light and the way Brian’s chest heaved on each desperate breath. Much like his own.

Josh needed to see him. Wanted to see him naked. Brian’s body naked in the moonlight on the side of a deserted road. Maybe Josh had a fetish for getting caught, he didn’t know. Brian was the first man to make him want to take the risk.

Brian scrambled to unbutton his oxford. He gave up and ripped the buttons off with a sudden tug. The torn material hung open, exposing his slim, leanly muscled chest. Josh stepped in, dropping a kiss on Brian’s shoulder, as he took hold of Brian’s pants and pushed them down.

He stepped back, letting the night caress Brian with cool fingers, letting the moonlight dress his nakedness. Cool sweat made Brian glisten mutedly. His desire-drunk eyes were little more than shadows, but his whole posture was one of anticipation, waiting for Josh to make his move.

Josh couldn’t undo his utility belt without risking his gun, but he could free his cock. He slowly drew down his zipper watching Brian watch him as the tented material parted and Josh’s eager dick poked free of his boxers.

“Too dark,” Brian complained. “Can we retrain the spotlight on you?” Josh laughed. “Not a chance.” He did come closer, though. A lot closer. Josh grabbed Brian’s cock and his own in his linked hands. Brian groaned. Josh caught

the groan with his lips, tasting it from the source. The sweet, heady taste of Brian’s tongue, the quick desperate sounds from the back of his throat, the way he clutched at Josh’s waist, Brian was tangling his own sensual web around Josh.

Josh stroked his hands up and down, wrapping them around their captured cocks. Silken shafts bumped together, hot and slick with precum. It wasn’t nearly enough. He needed to touch more of Brian, possess him. It was crazy. He’d barely met this man and already he felt the skin prickling desire to hear his name shouted from Brian’s lips when he came.

Brian’s skin seemed tightly drawn across his cheekbones and his night-darkened gaze still managed to penetrate well enough to convey worlds of hunger.
“I want you,” Brian rasped.
“Tell me when you first knew.” Josh angled their cocks toward Brian’s chest. When it came time to shoot, he wanted to see it glisten like jewels on the other man. Besides, getting it on his uniform wasn’t an option he’d entertain. Not when he still had to go back to the station and clock out.
“The night I was locked out.”
“How bad did you want me?” Josh slicked precum down their cocks, rubbed the sensitive tips with his thumbs, and rolled the head ridges against one another. He loved the sound of Brian’s breath stuttering in response.
“I was hard as a rock before I saw you.”
“Why?”
“God, your voice.”
“Say it,” Josh insisted.
“Rough, sexy, commanding.” His words deteriorated into a groan. His hips bucked into Josh’s relentless hold. “Your turn,” he gasped.
Josh ground hard against him. “When you looked at me on Mrs. Jackson’s front porch.”
Brian’s smile was tight. His brow pulled together. His fingers bit into Josh’s hips as he thrust raggedly.
“Your eyes,” Josh murmured. “Your blush—fucking turned me on knowing you thought I was hot.”
Brian released his hold on Josh’s hip, cupping him firmly behind the neck. He yanked Josh down, stealing a kiss from his lips. Josh opened to him, and Brian’s tongue stole in. Josh felt it all the way to his toes.
His balls tightened and tingled. God, he was close to shooting his wad. He reached low to cup Brian’s testicles, not wanting to come before Brian.
Josh tickled a finger over Brian’s clenched hole. Brian threw his head back on a strangled shout. Cum shot up, splashing Brian’s chest. The sight of it spurting up like a fountain sent a thrill through Josh. He loved shooters. He loved the loss of control in another man. Heat rushed up Josh’s cock and he spilled on Brian’s body, their milky essence mixing on the flesh palate of flexing muscles and heaving chest. Just as Josh had hoped, Brian’s chest glittered in the moonlight.
Josh gently took the torn edge of Brian’s shirt and wiped him down. When he was dry, and Brian’s gaze leveled on him, Josh stroked his hand over the other man’s chest. Josh wanted to do that again, in full lighting.
“You’re a shooter,” Josh said, stating his thoughts for the record.
Brian laughed breathily. “Yeah. Maybe I should have warned you.”
Josh leaned against him, pressing them both against the side of the patrol car. “Hell, no. I’d have stripped you down and fucked you on the lawn that first night.”
Brian attacked his mouth with another lusty kiss. A wayward hand tracked down and grabbed Josh’s ass. Josh chuckled against his lips. He pulled back just enough to kiss and talk.
“I’ll take that as permission for next time.”
Brian smiled. “Yes.”
“So we should probably go on a real date.”
“Are you asking me out?
“That’s what I’m doing.”
“Then the answer’s yes,” Brian assured him.
“That’s a lot of permission in one night.”
“Keep asking me for things. I’m not likely to turn you down.”
“Promises, promises,” Josh teased. “Maybe I should follow you home.”
“Will you come inside?”
“Are you asking me into your
house
?” Josh pressed a kiss to Brian’s lips. “Or your sexy ass?”
Brian licked his lips. “Both.”
Josh rubbed their still-naked cocks together. “I can’t this time. I have to finish my shift.”
“Come over later?”
“No. You deserve to be wined and dined first. Roadside jackoffs aren’t my typical method of beginning a relationship.”
Brian reached between them. He absently rubbed Josh’s cock, then tucked him away. “Okay.” He tucked himself away too, but shrugged out of his torn ruined shirt and wadded it up.
“I have to call in. I’ll motion out the window for you to lead the way when I’m done.” Brian got into his car with a backward glance at Josh.
He followed Brian down the lesser streets and pulled up behind him in the driveway of his duplex. Josh got out of the car, leaving it running per standard practice.
“Not even a wobble. I’d say you’re safe to drive on those tires. If you’re truly worried about them, take it over to a shop and have them looked at,” Josh offered.
“We’re talking about my tires now?”
Josh blinked at him innocently. “That’s why you pulled to the side of the road, isn’t it?”
“Does it matter why I pulled over anymore?”
Josh winked at him. “It does when I’m still on the clock.”
He dragged the back of his fingers down Brian’s chest. From the corner of his eye, he saw Mrs. Jackson’s window curtains twitch closed. Josh cleared his throat and stood up straighter.
“Leave the Phillip’s head at home next time,” Josh suggested, trying to suppress the urge to laugh again.
Josh turned to leave.
“Officer Severn,” Brian called out.
He glanced back as he reached for the door handle. “Yes?”
Brian looked at a loss. “Uh. Don’t you want some water or anything?”
“No. I’m good.”
“Are you sure? You must be thirsty,” Brian pressed, a cocky grin in place.
“I’m on duty, Mr. McCray. I can’t get
thirsty
.”
“Oh.”
Brian looked so disappointed that Josh half expected him to scuff his shoe on the driveway.
“Why don’t you go ahead and let yourself in so I know I won’t be getting another call about a burglary to this address,” Josh teased. “And Brian?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ll be calling to follow up about that
appointment
we discussed.”
Brian’s grin widened. “Sure, Officer. I’ll be looking forward to it.”
He waited until Brian swung the front door open. He waved at the younger man and Brian waved back. Josh pulled away. One thing was for sure. Brian McCray made his shift a lot more interesting.

The next day, Josh waved at the front desk clerk on his way to the back. She smiled brightly. Too brightly, he realized in retrospect. She buzzed him through and as he passed from outer precinct to inner, he became aware of surreptitious smiles and giggles from a few of the officers.

It wasn’t until he got back to his desk in the main room, that he saw the problem. A huge, double bouquet of bright red roses overwhelmed his small desk. A couple of the guys hooted.
“Who’d you sleep with to get those, Severn?”
“Your dad,” Josh snapped back.
“Who’s Brian?” someone else wondered loudly.
Fuck! Brian had sent them? Josh took the card from the arrangement. The envelope flap had already been opened. No surprise there. Nothing was a secret at the precinct. Especially not a huge bouquet of roses delivered to a gay officer.
Thank you for last night, love Brian
. “Oh, fuck. Me. Swinging,” Josh growled with annoyance. Josh’s hands shook with anger. What did Brian think he was playing at? This is the kind of shit that an officer never lived down. And the dubious “last night” would only make the guys think one thing, and it was clear they were doing that right now.
“Thank you for last night, Joshy,” one of the guys sang.
“Fuck all of you. I helped a guy with a flat tire.” Josh swung around to glare at the speaker.
“Was
jacking
involved?” someone asked crudely.
“Funny,” another officer told the first guy. “Jacking, like for the tire.”

Moron
.
“I get flowers for doing my job all the time.”
“So do I,” another guy claimed, using his fist to make a jacking off motion and lamely

Josh swept the flowers into his arm, holding the vase against his side. He dropped them off with Susan at the front desk and kept going. When he reached his squad car, he got in and cranked the ignition. Brian was cute, but this stunt wasn’t.

He peeled out of the parking lot and made a beeline for Brian’s house. It was Friday, late afternoon. He had no way of knowing if Brian was off work yet, but by all that was holy, Josh was going to wait until the man came home.

Anger clamped Josh’s jaw. When he got to Brian’s, there was no car in the drive. That didn’t mean he wasn’t home though. The car could be in the garage. Josh got out and pounded on the front door. After a couple of minutes, Brian still hadn’t answered and Josh had to face the reality that he wasn’t home yet.

Mrs. Jackson poked her head out of the neighboring duplex. “Officer, is there something I can help you with? Little Brian isn’t in trouble is he?”
“No, ma’am. Nothing to concern yourself with,” he assured her.
“Well, now, I think you might be fibbing. A police officer doesn’t try to bang down a door unless he has something or other on his mind,” she contradicted him.
“When does he usually get home?”
The old lady folded her arms across her quilted robe, drooping chest. Her white curls shook with faint involuntary tremors. “Any time now. You can wait inside if you like.”
“No thank you.”
She pinned him with a look. “Don’t you go hollerin’ at that boy. He means well. Poor kid has been trying everything to get your attention, and now you come beatin’ down his door like a rhino humpin’ a log.”
“Ma’am?” he asked as the unpleasant image assaulted his mind.
“Do you know he circled Lake Michigan Drive four times before you pulled him over? Why do you think he did that? Hm? And trying to pop his own tire on your patrol route? He knew you’d be there to bring him home if he managed it. You wouldn’t think so, but he’s a bright boy.”
Some of the heat went out of his anger. He’d suspected something was up with the tire, but he’d never have guessed the extent.
“He did. Went about it the wrong way, if you ask me.”
Josh crossed the yard to her. “Gone about what, Mrs. Jackson?”
Her black penciled brows rose high on her forehead. “He should have stopped wasting time and just told you he was interested. There’s not a lot of time in this life. He should have told you the minute he knew.”
Josh cocked his head to the side. “He told me, just not until last night.”
“You didn’t get that from me,” she told him with an elaborate wink. “I’m going back inside. Too hot out here for a delicate flower like myself.”
“Mrs. Jackson?” he called, stopping her.
She turned expectantly.
“Did you know he sent a bunch of roses to the precinct for me?”
Mrs. Jackson waved her hand. “Oh Lordy,
he
didn’t do that.
I
did. Brian’s a good kid, but he needs a little push now and then.”
Stunned, he watched Mrs. Jackson hobble back inside and shut the door on him. She’d sent them? Holy fuck had she made a mess.
* * * *
Brian padded to the kitchen to pour himself a second cup of coffee. The latest graphic design he’d been working on was waiting for him in the other room. He didn’t like bringing work home, but it had been a distracting couple of weeks. Thoughts of Officer Severn kept popping up, and Brian was beginning to wonder if he needed another ploy to run into the man.
The doorbell rang. Brian ran his palm down his bare chest and shrugged. Anyone who was stopping by at midmorning on a Saturday would know he was bumming around in old sweat shorts.
He reached the door and pulled it open with a flourish and a smile. His smile froze as panic seized him.
“Hi,” Officer Severn, in plain clothes, said.
Brian blinked. He closed the door with a flick of his wrist, slamming it on the apparition. He stood motionless. A tentative knock rapped against the heavy wood door. Brian squinted at it, pulled the door open again.
“Hi?” Severn said.
Brian’s eyes bulged. He could feel them bulging. “Hello, Officer Severn.”
Severn pushed his hands into his jeans pockets. “I’m off the clock. I’m just Josh.”
“Josh,” Brian said, trying the name out on his tongue. “Did you want to come in?”
Severn—Josh smiled brightly, nearly making Brian choke on a breath.
“Sure. Thanks.”
Josh crossed the threshold, and it was very much like he’d crossed into a new definition of their relationship. Thursday night seemed almost like a dream. Had it happened as magically for Josh as it had for Brian? God, he hoped so. He’d been afraid the roadside play had been a moment of weakness, especially after the way Josh had left him at the doorstep with little more than a veiled promise.
A man could hope, couldn’t he?
“Want some coffee?” Brian asked him. Self-consciously he rubbed a hand through his shaggy mop of hair. Half-dressed and still damp from his shower, he couldn’t imagine being less prepared for a visit from the hunky cop. “What brings you here?”
“Your car.”
They’d reached the kitchen and Brian eyed him quizzically. “How so?”
“I think there may be a problem with it. The accelerator gets stuck to the floorboard and your tires have esteem problems. Probably because their owner keeps trying to stab them. Interestingly, it only has these crises when you’re on Lake Michigan Drive after nine at night. Strange, don’t you think?”
Brian ducked his head, pretending to search inside the fridge for creamer that was right in front of his nose. Anything to keep from meeting Josh’s eyes and letting him see how close he was to the truth.
“Yeah, that’s weird,” Brian agreed. Brian brought down another coffee cup and poured the dark liquid into it.
“Or,” Josh suggested. “You could just find a route that doesn’t include Lake Michigan Drive after nine o’clock.”
Brian could hear the amusement in his voice.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything about disguising his wood. Just the sound of Josh’s voice, in his kitchen, made him think of sex. He wanted Josh’s wide palm on him again. This would be so comical, he decided, if it were happening to someone else.
“Is that for me?” Josh murmured inches from him.
Brian’s eyes shot open. Oh, fuck, he’d noticed the erection and was commenting on it! Brian’s face heated with embarrassment. “Uh.”
Brian sighed and faced the other man. He dropped a hand on his hip as casually as he could, and tried to smile. “Yep. It’s all for you. My weapon of self-destruction,” he quipped.
Josh gave a startled laugh. His brown eyes twinkled merrily, and he nodded toward the countertop. “I meant the coffee.”
“Fu-uck.” Brian’s whisper was met with another quiet laugh.
Josh stepped closer, sliding the mug across the countertop until he held it comfortably. He added creamer and swirled his spoon in the tanned drink. “I’ll keep the other in mind, though.”
Josh lifted the mug to his lips. He sipped slowly. When he lowered the mug, he gave Brian a small smile. “Did you know that Mrs. Jackson sent me two dozen roses with a note from you?”