Proven Guilty Boys in Blue 05 - (8 page)

James lay back on the bench and reached up for the barbell. The washing machine began the spin cycle in the background. The radio station picked up a new tune with a peppy beat, and James began his count. Again.

He’d had to restart his count four times already, but fuck if he cared. Tonight was the night he wanted to make it official. Tonight he wanted to ask Shawn to be his forever. The station hadn’t taken too well to his outing, but his partner had stood by him through the whole thing.

Tom had broken James’ nose when he found out they’d slept together. He’d been sure James was inventing some new kind of gay-hazing that involved seduction. Shawn had gone ballistic when he’d found out, gone to his brother’s house and returned the favour. For six weeks Tom and James had had matching nose bandages.

And Shawn had had swollen knuckles. James couldn’t have been prouder. There was something sexy about his man fighting for him like that. He’d given Shawn blow jobs every two hours that night,
and
fucked him into exhaustion.

“Crap!” James complained aloud. He sighed, put the barbell down, rubbed his arms and picked it up. “One…”
If there was still blood going to his cock, he hadn’t worked out hard enough yet, he decided.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shawn. Shawn sauntered over. He straddled the bench, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his gorgeous cock.
“The D.A. says that finding the ring on the fiancé is the last piece of evidence we needed in the diner murder case.”
“So we’re tight? He’s not getting off?” James asked.
“Not the fiancé,” Shawn murmured. “But you will.”
“Awesome. On both counts.”
Shawn rubbed his dick.
“Take the boys out too,” James told him.
Shawn obliged, pulling them out and letting them rest on the cotton material. “If I get zipper pinched, you’re so going to have to suck it better.”
“Deal.”
“What count were you on?” Shawn asked.
“One,” James laughed through the word.
Shawn began a gentle stroke of his cock. “One…”
“Two…” James said, picking up the count.
Shawn stroked up and back. For a few more counts James kept up, but he quit trying when his arms burned and he noticed Shawn had sped up. He loved watching Shawn beat off. His fingers were artistically long and skilled. His ass tingled just remembering how skilled those fingers were.
Shawn’s balls jiggled with each jerk. Cum seeped from his tip and James licked his lips. To give his guy some incentive, he pushed his gym shorts off. Shawn stopped jerking. It wasn’t the desired effect at all.
“Why’d you stop?” James complained.
“Your hole is fucking sexy. I want in.”
“My ass?”
“Yeah, baby,” Shawn teased. “I’ll go get condoms.”
“Shawn, stay.”
“Jack off now? Sex later?” Shawn asked.
“Sex now. With you. Bare back. I want my first time with you to be full skin.”
“That’s not a good idea.”
“It is if we never have other lovers,” James hedged.
Shawn’s eyes narrowed on him thoughtfully. He bent, using the barbell in its hooks to support himself. “Never?”
“We’re clean. We’ve both been tested so there’s no threat of disease.”
“Go back to the
never
part. I want to hear more about that.”
“Shawn, I want to—I want us to be—if you fuck a man other than me for the rest of your life, I’m going to—I don’t know what I’d do.”
Shawn’s smile turned watery. “Ever the romantic.”
“Stay with me. I don’t want to ever be without you,” James admitted roughly. “Married?”
James nodded. “Not how I wanted to ask. I mean, like this. And I know we can’t actually get married in Minnesota, but we could have a ceremony.”
“Yes.” Shawn took James’ dick in hand. He jacked him, with the firm strokes that Shawn knew he loved.
“Yes,” James repeated. “You said yes.”
“I said yes.”
James’ thoughts were clouding already. When Shawn put his mouth on James’ cockhead, thought was no longer an option. Shawn pumped him mercilessly, not giving James a chance to catch his breath between
yes
, and
fuck yes
.
James held on to the bench and bellowed as wave after wave of beautiful orgasm washed over him. When he finally opened his eyes, Shawn licked his palm.
“Mm. Yummy. Now straddle the bench and bend over, detective. I have a search and seizure to perform. And my cock is going to hurt so good.”
“What about the lube?” James asked nervously.
“Who needs it? You came all over my hand. I have plenty to slick you up. Bend. Now.”
James hopped up. Nervous, excited, he’d been ready to do this for months but Shawn had held off, making sure he was ready. Thank God he’d finally agreed.
Hot wet tongue dragged over his hole. James hooted with surprise. One finger pushed in, and he remembered all the things he’d told girls to do. Breathe, push out. Yeah, he remembered them in theory, but making his body do them was another story.
But all that fell away when Shawn grabbed his hips and thrust deep. It stung like a knife piercing his ass, and he said so. Shawn laughed and slapped his butt. He reached around James and tugged on his balls. James decided he liked that.
It was when Shawn quit tugging his balls and pinched both nipples that James thought he might black out from the sheer pleasure. Shawn pulled them hard as he drew out of James’ body. As he pushed in, James had to hold onto the barbell to keep it from tipping over.
His ass burned. His nipples screamed. His prostate, something Shawn was adept at finding with his fingers, now sang with the sensual onslaught of pumping cock. James held onto his sanity as Shawn fucked him. His hot dick scored him, branded him in a way he’d never imagined. God, it was incredible getting fucked like this. Why hadn’t he done it sooner?
“Shawn. More,” he begged.
Shawn moved faster, shouting as he gave in to the ancient dance. Their balls bounced together. James’ dick lolled wildly and seeped cum as his own pleasure built. Finally, Shawn slammed home and James felt his cock undulate as jizz left him and planted inside James.
James gasped for air and when Shawn pulled out, James wrapped the other man in his arms. “Thank you. That was amazing.”
“You’re really okay? You meant what you said?” Shawn asked a little fearfully.
“I’m better than okay, though my nipples might disagree.” He laughed. Then more seriously, he cupped Shawn’s face. He kissed his eyes, his cheeks, his lips with every ounce of tenderness he possessed. “Yes, I meant what I said. Will you be my husband?”
Shawn’s eyes were moist as he nodded. “Yeah, but don’t tell my brother. I’ll do that. I like your face the way it is.”
“I don’t know. You’re hot when you’re pissed off.”
“I’m hotter when I’m not. Join me in the shower?” Shawn asked.
“Jack off for me like you did that day I caught you.”
“I’d been thinking about you.”
James grunted. He grabbed Shawn’s hand and dragged him up the stairs, pausing every few feet to kiss him, fondle him. James stripped him of his clothes, leaving them where they fell.
“You’re mine. I plan on spending the rest of the night proving it,” James said.
“And the rest of my life knowing it. God, I’m so glad you weren’t gay when I met you.”
“What? What are you talking about?” James asked.
“Well, if you’d realised you weren’t, you might’ve settled down with another guy.”
“Not a chance. I was taken the minute I opened the door and saw you standing there. It just took me a few weeks to figure it out.”
“You were an innocent,” Shawn mocked. “I’ve corrupted you.”
James pinned him against the bathroom tiles and turned on the shower. He kissed Shawn, this time sweeping his tongue inside to taste him, before lifting his head. He rocked his cock against Shawn’s.
“Make that innocent until proven guilty,” Shawn whispered breathlessly as James began another slow seduction.

Mack hooked the heel of his boot on the barstool rung across the room and wrapped his long fingers around the thick shaft of his beer bottle. Geo shivered with hungry appreciation. He watched the supple stretch of buttery black leather pull taut across Mack’s shoulder blades and the lift of the bottle rim to his lips. The bottle paused midway and Mack threw back his head on a bone-vibrating laugh.

“There he is,” Will yelled, knocking his shoulder against Mack’s.
“Hey,” Mack yelled over the din of sports commentary. He lifted his bottle in the air. His coat swung open, flashing the gold-on-leather detective’s badge of the Maple Grove police department. “We were wondering where you were. What took so long?”
Geo’s lips pulled into an obligatory smile. It was nearly impossible to look Mack in the eye after the graphic sex dreams he’d been having about him for the last week. One had brought him to full wakefulness, belting out Mack’s name as his body convulsed in orgasm.
Crap of it was, he couldn’t exactly avoid him. Geo fingered his own badge, looped through his belt. Finding another man attractive made Geo gay, he supposed. Finding his fellow detective attractive, made it complicated. Gay partners. Sounded like a redundancy, but Geo didn’t think Mack or the other detectives would find it as amusing. Hell,
he
didn’t find it amusing, just incredibly erotic.
Pulling himself together, Geo pasted a smile on his face and ploughed through the bar’s smoky dimness as though he walked against a stiff wind.
“Covey case,” he said when he reached Mack and Will.
Mack shot him an asking look. “What could have happened in the twenty minutes since I left the office?”
He did lift the bottle to his lips this time, and Geo stole a glance at the hard amber glass pressing his partner’s mouldable lips. The rolled rim of the bottle resembled the flared head of a thick cock. Unavoidably, he imagined the firm, full lips pressed to the tip of his dick, sipping the mushroom head as he came in ball-wrenching spurts.
His gut clenched on the image. His brain desperately wanted to return everything to normal. The way it was
before
he grew sexually aware of his partner.
Geo slid his hands into his pockets to cover his physical reaction but couldn’t tear his eyes off Mack’s throat. It worked over each swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath silky tanned skin. Geo broke into a cold sweat.
“Chief wants a ’round the clock stakeout with Douglas and Nix.” Hours of sitting, alone, with Mack in a dark car. Not touching but wanting to and not really wishing to explore
why
touching Mack was fast becoming an obsession.
Fucking torture.
Mack lowered his bottle and licked the moisture on his upper lip with the tip of his tongue. Black hair fell over his forehead, partially obscuring one light green eye. Geo had never thought of his partner as sexy, but something in the dreams had shifted his perspective. Mack made his balls tight, and one crooked grin, one rumbling laugh, coiled anticipation in his groin so tightly Geo thought he’d bust.
Confused the hell out of him.
Why after three years did he get a hard-on for his partner? And what the hell was he supposed to do with that info now? Guys like Geo and Mack, they didn’t
do
other guys. They made light cracks about men who did, secure in the knowledge that they weren’t among them. Not that Geo cared about sexuality one way or the other. You loved whom you loved. But Mack was different. A man who fucked women and slapped other guys on the back.
“Dude, I have to go on a drive-along with you one of these days.” Will wrapped his lips around his bottle, too, but it didn’t leave Geo with the same effect. “Ever get drunk during one of those things?”
“Hell, no. I drink as little as possible so I don’t have to whiz,” Mack said. “Fucking miserable to sit on your ass for hours with a full bladder.”
“Ever bring a lady on a stakeout?” Will asked, nudging Mack with his elbow.
“I have to listen to Geo whine as it is. Why would I bring along someone who’ll just whine in a higher pitch?”
“It’s called singing, and my sister thinks I have a great voice,” Geo said.
“Your sister thinks I have a great voice too—when I’m humming her clit,” Mack teased.
“My sister wouldn’t come near your hairy ass,” Geo argued.
“Oh yeah, that was your mom.” Mack laughed, lifting his bottle to drain the dregs and calling the bartender over for another two. He motioned that Geo should get one of them.
Geo straddled a stool on the other side of Will. No sense getting closer to Mack than he had to. How would he explain a hard-on for his partner? Mack could break his face a hundred different ways for looking at him sideways?
Hell, Geo didn’t understand it himself. “Just fucking dreams,” he muttered under his breath.
“What dreams?” Will probed.
“Nuthin’.”
“That guy,” Mack said pointing at Geo. “That guy has some freaky-ass dreams. Tell Will about the one with the playground equipment grabbing at your fly.”
“I’ll pass.” Geo fisted the beer bottle the minute it hit the counter. Tossing back, he downed it while Will jeered and Mack ordered him a second one. As he drained it, he flicked his tongue over the bottom rim, thinking about cock heads. Mack’s in particular. Geo’s balls throbbed.
“When’s the stakeout?” Will asked.
“Sunday.”
“Fuck that,” Mack growled.
A cell phone buzzed. All three of them reached for their belts.
Will lifted his. “It’s mine. Shit, it’s Cheryl.” He lifted the phone and plastered a phony smile on his face. “Hey baby, what’s up?”
Geo tuned him out, pushing back a second empty beer bottle and reaching for a third.
“I gotta go. Cheryl’s PMS-ing or some shit,” Will said. He shrugged and dropped a couple of bills on the counter. “See ya, Monday. Unless, of course, you’re still staked.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Geo waved him off.
Mack scooted over a stool. “Thirsty, huh?”
Geo didn’t answer. With his partner even closer now, Geo thought several more beers might be in order. Hands on the bottle meant no hands on Mack. Yeah, good idea.
Mack slapped him on the back. “Drink up then. I’ll getcha home.” Mack’s slap became a shoulder squeeze before he dropped his arm and leaned on the bar. “So what’s eatin’ you?”
Perfect choice of words. If only Mack knew.
“Got a lot on my mind.”
“Women?” Mack asked.
“Nope.”
“Maddie will be disappointed,” Mack teased.
It wasn’t Mack’s little sister he worried about disappointing with his redirected lust. They drank in silence for several minutes. Mack switched to cola. Geo tried to figure out what he felt and why his dick insisted on pointing skyward whenever Mack was around.
It hadn’t been unruly before last week. At least, he didn’t remember it being so. There were moments on the job where he’d been at half-mast, but that had been adrenaline. The rush of the chase, right?
“I need to get you home, buddy. You drink another, and you’ll pass out like you did last time you got deep and ponderous.” Mack stood.
Geo stood too although the room tilted. He felt the solid comfort of Mack’s arm around his back. Geo leaned in. Mack smelled good. Damn him. Fuckin’ A. Geo stumbled, his feet feeling like bricks though he didn’t think he’d had that much to drink.
“Only had four beers,” Geo grumbled.
“Six. And no food.”
“Fuck that. I can drink twice as many and still walk a straight line,” Geo argued.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m driving you home. ’Cause you’re sober and steady as a surgeon.”
“S’right. I love you, man.”
“Yep. Totally sober.” Mack grinned.
The cool air hit Geo square in the chest. He sucked in sharply and blinked when his eyes suddenly watered in the brisk November wind. He turned his face into Mack, bumping his nose against Mack’s temple.
Mack eased him into the passenger seat and fastened him in. His fingers grazed Geo’s hip, and it was everything Geo could do to keep from shifting his pelvis to force an ‘accidental’ touch to his cock when Mack withdrew.
Geo unfastened the belt.
“C’mon, man, I just got you in.”
Mack leaned over and re-belted him. Geo inhaled traces of piny scent at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Without thinking too much about it, Geo slipped a free hand around Mack’s far shoulder and tugged.
Mack looked at him, instinctively.
It didn’t take more than a subtle lift of Geo’s chin to make contact. His mouth moved over Mack’s. Mack remained motionless, in retrospect, stunned. Geo sank into him, parting and capturing lips as buttery soft as the coat Mack wore.
He tasted the brine of beer and sweet cola. Something salty, too, like peanuts filtering through the dark erotic depths of his hot, sensual mouth.
Mack shoved Geo’s shoulder, knocking him against the seat. “What the fuck, Wilson? What the—Shit! What kind of fucking—Dude, you are fucked up!” Mack retreated, slamming the car door. Mack muttered and paced, hands on his lean hips. He shot accusatory looks at Geo and ran his hands through his hair a few times. Long sexy fingers, dark satiny strands of hair. Fine ass.
Geo leaned back. Yeah, he’d totally fucked up all right, but damn if it hadn’t been amazing.