by Lisa Worrall
Scott was dumbfounded—couldn't believe what he was hearing. Will Harrison was gay? His Will Harrison, was gay? A fully fledged member of the queer club? Had a badge and a lifetime membership? Had been there, done that, and bought the T-shirt? He never had a clue. How the hell had he never had a clue? He seriously needed to get his gaydar checked. He—Snap out of it, Turner! Say something for God's sake!
Taking in the dejected slump of Will's shoulders and the way he was drawing circles with his big toe on the carpet, his heart ached in his chest for the man before him. He dropped to his knees and shuffled across the carpet. Placing his hands on Will's thighs, his fingers curled into the soft cotton of the towel covering the other man's modesty. His touch had the forlorn brown gaze meeting his. He never thought he'd be saying these words, not to another cop and certainly not to Will Harrison, but Scott moistened his lips, took a deep breath and said softly.
"Matt Logan." He ignored Will's frown and plowed on, afraid if he stopped, he wouldn't be able to get it all out. "He was my first, when I was seventeen—in the back of his dad's Camaro. It was black and his dad had it custom painted with flames along each side. If I said it wasn't that car that had a lot to do with how attractive Matt Logan was, I'd be lying.
"I came from a strict Catholic family, which wasn’t the problem. The problem was the fact that my father was the biggest bigot in the state. It wasn't just gays. Hell, Paul Turner hated everybody, blacks, Hispanics, Puerto Ricans, the Irish, but he had a special dislike for what he liked to call ass-loving abominations of God. Being a cop was all I ever wanted. My dad was so proud, you know. I was the first Turner to graduate and he couldn't tell enough people I'd been accepted into the academy. Until he found out, by accident ironically, that I was one of the ass-loving abominations, and he never spoke to me again." He ignored the pity in Will's eyes. He'd emotionally buried Paul Turner a long time ago.
"When I entered the academy, I knew, almost from day one, that I couldn't be me and be a cop, 'cause the bigoted assholes wouldn't let me. So, I built another Scott Turner, just like you did. One who likes his women blonde and built. Who likes to brag about what a man's man he is." He lifted one of his hands from Will's cotton covered thigh and cautiously stroked a finger across a high cheekbone. His smile was gentle as he added, "One who most definitely wouldn't fall for Will 'I'm so straight I sleep with a poker up my ass' Harrison."
"Are you fucking with me?" Will said, his gaze wide and confused. "I couldn't stand it if you were fucking with me—"
Scott cut off the flow of words from Will's mouth with the press of his lips. "Will," he dropped his voice an octave and felt the big man shudder under his hands. "You have no idea how badly I want to fuck with you."
"Are you sure? We—"
Scott pressed his fingers over Will's lips and then replaced them with his mouth. "Will?" He closed his eyes as Will's breath sent chills across his skin.
"Uh-huh?"
"Stop talking."
"Okay."
Will parted his lips readily beneath Scott's when he brought their mouths back together. He would take the time to process Scott's confession later. Right now, all he could think about was the way Scott 'Oh thank God, he's gay!' Turner was devouring his mouth. A low groan escaped his lips as Scott broke the kiss long enough for them to draw breath, and he took his chance to take control. Reaching up, he grasped a handful of dark hair and pulled lightly to angle Scott's head just where he wanted it. Scott tried to move in to kiss Will again, but he held the man steady, allowing him to get close, but not quite close enough.
"So impatient," he teased softly. "You're the bottom, remember?"
"Fuck that," Scott hissed, his hands moving up Will's muscled arms and curling into the soft strands of blond lying against his neck.
"Uh-uh, I'm going to fuck you." The whimper that fell from Scott's lips had Will going from half-mast to diamond cutter so fast that for a moment he felt light-headed. Leaning in, he trailed the tip of his tongue along the soft flesh of Scott's lower lip in light stabs, ignoring the moans of complaint from the other man. Pulling back when Scott tried to deepen the kiss. "So needy," he murmured, "so fucking hot, so fucking beautiful."
"Will, stop teasing," Scott pleaded, pulling on the back of his neck, trying to bring them closer. "Come on, man."
Will was unable to resist the need in Scott's gaze and the temptation to tease evaporated. He slanted his mouth over Scott's in a heated kiss, reveling in the feel of soft lips readily parting beneath his, tongues colliding in a display of desire and need. The slide of Scott's tongue against his sent a shiver down his spine, his toes curling against the pile of the carpet as if to ground himself. He'd been kissed before, a thousand times, but he'd never felt anything like this. Had never been so turned on by the mere press of another's mouth on his. Even though they had kissed, and more, the other night, this felt different. Now there were no barriers, no secrets, and no lies. Only want, need, and each other.
Grasping Scott's forearms, Will hauled him high up onto his knees, pulling him into the cradle created by his open thighs. He slid his hands across Scott's firmly muscled chest and popped the top button on the black shirt the man wore. Keeping his gaze locked with the smoldering darkness of Scott's, his fingers stopped at the second button and his lips curved in a teasing smile. "How much do you like this shirt?"
"It's not my favorite," Scott rasped, his breath quickening.
"Good to know," Will murmured curling his fingers into the cotton and ripping it open in one swift movement. The remaining buttons popped off, leaving Scott's chest bared to his gaze. Pushing the tattered fabric off the other man's shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, Will couldn't help the smile of smug satisfaction as Scott's entire body jerked toward him. "When I dreamed of this moment," he said softly, reaching out and trailing his finger around the flat disc of Scott's nipple. He teased the sensitive flesh into hardness with the scrape of his blunt nail and blew against the puckered nub. "I wanted it to be perfect, wanted to go so slow, to tease you and make you beg me for release. But—"
Scott nodded in understanding and eased himself to his feet, urging Will back onto the bed. "Don't need slow," he said urgency in his voice "We can do slow later."
Will shuffled back into the middle of the bed and raised himself onto his knees. His gaze never leaving Scott's face, he reached down and slipped his thumbs beneath the edge of the towel covering his arousal, and pulled, tossing it to the carpet. "Naked," he ground out. "Now." He watched as Scott practically tore open his pants and pushed them and his briefs down his legs, stepping out of them and toeing off his socks at the same time.
Crooking his finger, he let his gaze travel wantonly over Scott's body as the man crawled up the bed on his knees toward him. Scott's dark hair fell in disarray around his face, the victim of Will's fingers. His cheeks were flushed, and his navy eyes had darkened to the point that it was impossible to tell where the pupil ended, and the color began. The length of Scott's hard shaft bobbed proudly against his belly, leaving behind a sticky trail of pre-come where it touched his skin, and Will licked his lips. Oh, God, how he wanted to taste, but that would come later.
He reached out and yanked Scott up against his body, crashing their mouths together, again and again. Mumbling between biting, tongue-teasing kisses, "Need you… so bad… so fucking hot, baby." Will slid his hands down Scott's back and palmed the firm globes of that perfect ass, pulling him even closer, their cocks rubbing tantalizingly together. "On all fours," he instructed, his voice low and commanding, smiling again when Scott whimpered and immediately did as he was told. He filed the observation that Scott obviously liked being ordered around and concentrated on not creaming there and then at the sight of Scott presenting his ass so eagerly.
Pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses up the length of Scott's spine, he leaned over him and wrenched open the drawer of the nightstand. The drawer and its contents fell onto the floor in his haste and he cursed, bending over the edge of the
bed to grab the lube and a condom.
"Eager much, William?" Scott's tease was emitted on a soft chuckle.
"Laugh it up, baby," Will replied, opening the lube with a click and leaning down to bite down on the soft flesh of Scott's shoulder. "Let's see if you're still laughing when I'm buried balls deep inside you." He felt Scott's entire body shudder against him at his words. Peppering the smooth skin of Scott's neck and shoulders with kisses, he lubed up his fingers quickly. He nudged Scott's ankles a little farther apart and bit into the fleshy part of his right buttock, smiling at the man's yelp. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he said in a hushed voice, circling the puckered skin of Scott's hole, pushing inside in one swift move. He soothed his tongue over the spot where he had sunk his teeth and moved his digit in and out, sliding in another finger as soon as the muscle began to give.
"Fuck, Will!" Scott cried out, falling to his elbows on the mattress and dropping his head into his hands. "Yes… come on… do that again!"
Will pressed hard on the nerves inside Scott's channel and groaned when his cock began to weep steadily at the sounds Scott was making. They were the hottest sounds he had ever heard. Knowing that he was responsible for them, sent shockwaves of heat throughout his body. Scraping his nail across that sweet spot one more time, he pulled his fingers free. Ignoring the grumbled complaint from the quivering man beneath him, Will ripped open the condom with his teeth and slid the thin latex sheath down his length. He bit his lower lip, almost drawing blood as he lubed his cock, groaning when his fingers passed over the sensitive head.
"Wider," he grunted, smoothing his hands over Scott's lower back and positioning the crown against the loosened hole as Scott spread his legs on command. "Good boy… so fucking good." Will pushed in, his gaze widening as he watched the thick mushroom-ridged head of his cock slip past the rim and inside Scott. Fuck, he's so tight! It was as though his shaft was in a vice. Scott's chest was heaving with the effort to breathe deeply and concentrate on letting him in, and Will stroked his hands slowly across soft skin in encouraging circles. But this obviously wasn't enough for the other man. "Scott!" Will gasped out the name and held onto lean hips, when Scott pushed back against him, trying to take him in faster.
Scott reached behind him and dug his fingers into the fleshy part of Will's thigh. "So, fucking big, Will." He panted. "Come on… fuck me… just do it."
Will didn't need to be asked twice. Gripping Scott's hips, he slammed into the willing body shaking beneath him and their cries mingled as his balls slapped into Scott's. He gripped the base of his cock and closed his eyes, feeling Scott's ass contract around him. "I'm driving the bus, dude," he ground out, administering a playful slap to the globe before him.
"Yes!"
"Like it rough, huh?" Will pulled out until the head of his cock stretched Scott's rim. "You want this cock? Want me to plow that tight ass, Turner?"
Scott lifted his head and turned to meet Will's smoldering gaze. "Do you ever shut the fuck up?"
Will slammed back in so hard that Scott moved up the bed, fingers clutching at the cotton of the sheets, his whimper echoing in Will's ears. He wants it rough; I can do rough. He could feel the sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat as he set up a punishing rhythm, hard and deep into the dark wet heat of Scott's channel. The only sounds echoing around the room were their breathy moans and heated grunts. Every few strokes, Will slapped Scott again. Not hard, but enough to leave a red handprint on his skin. The animalistic groans that came from Scott only fueled his desire and urged him on. His fingers slipped as he tried to get a purchase on Scott's sweat-slick skin and they scrabbled against soft flesh, momentarily interrupting his rhythm.
Leaning forward and reaching around Scott's chest, he hauled the other man up so that his back was against Will's chest and he was practically sitting on his lap. Wrapping one of Scott's arms around the back of his own neck, Will thrust deep. The incoherent mumblings that began to fall from Scott's lips at the change in angle told his addled brain that he was hitting the right spot on every stroke.
Scott met every thrust with one of his own and Will's control was slipping away. He couldn't hold on any longer. Yet being inside Scott, engulfed by Scott, surrounded by Scott, felt so fan-fucking-tastic that he didn't want it to ever end. Unfortunately, he wasn't Superman and that wasn't going to happen. His balls ached they were so tight to his body and he was sure he could feel them in the back of his throat. The telltale tingling of his release crept up his spine and his thighs began to shake in anticipation.
Thrusting as deep as he could into Scott, he ran one hand down the length of slippery skin and curled his fingers around the weeping thickness of Scott's cock. He groaned as the pre-come wet his hand, easing the movement of his fist. His hips didn't stop as he began to jerk Scott in long, twisting pulls, taking his entire length in time with his thrusts.
"Will… fuck, man… harder…"
Will moved his hand up to just fist the head of Scott's cock and was rewarded with an erotic cry that vibrated against his chest. "Come on, Scott," he gasped, his eyes closing tight as he tried to hang on to the orgasm that was rushing through him at a rate of knots. "I'm so…" he grunted harshly, "close, man… come on, and come for me, baby."
"Will!"
"That's it, man, oh, fuck!"
"Yes!"
"Scott! I'm coming!" Will's release pulsed through him like the waves pounding on the rocks on the shore. Hot bursts of seed filled the condom as he came harder than he'd thought possible. "Scott!" His groan was hoarse and fucked out as the other man came with a cry and spilled over his fingers, the warmth pumping over his skin, mirrored by the slip and slide of his own release against his cock in Scott's channel.
He held Scott, both arms wrapped around the man's broad chest, his face buried in the damp skin of Scott's neck. Will didn't know how long they stayed that way, with Scott's arm still looped around his neck, fingers stroking through the hair at Will's nape, but he was more than happy to continue with the pose. Until he felt Scott's insistent stroking change to tapping and then pulling. "Ouch," he mumbled into the soft skin his mouth lay against.
"Will, I gotta move, dude," Scott murmured, turning his head to press a kiss to Will's forehead. "My legs are asleep."
Mumbling his apologies, Will eased Scott back down onto all fours so he could withdraw his still, unbelievably, half-hard cock. He couldn't help the shit-eating grin on his face as he watched Scott pad slowly on shaking legs to the bathroom to get something to clean them up with. Sighing contentedly, he rolled onto his back on the mattress and stripped off the condom, tying it securely and tossing it into the trashcan by the bed, to be dealt with later. He glanced over at Scott as he returned to the bedroom with a damp cloth and giggled as the other man wiped his cock and hand free of all traces of come. Rolling his eyes against the twitch of Scott's lips, he grabbed a muscled forearm and pulled Scott back down beside him.
Suddenly unsure, he gazed at Scott where he lay smiling on the pillow and a frown creased his brow. "Is this where we talk about sports again?" He hated the way the words sounded like a plea, but he needed to know if this was going to go the same way as the other night.
Scott nodded, his face impassive and unreadable. "I think we should," he said quietly.
Will's stomach hit his shoes or at least it would have if he hadn't been naked. He'd thought that—fuck it he hadn't been thinking at all, let's face it. Starting when Scott's fingers curled around the back of his neck, his gaze widened.
"Or you could just shut the fuck up and kiss me."
"You're such an asshole," Will ground out before bending his head to wipe that teasing smirk off Scott's face. "I wonder if they'll give me my own cell," he panted through parted lips when Scott finally let him up for enough air to draw breath.
"Huh?"
"When I shoot you."
"You can't shoot me for being an asshole," Scott replied, swallowing a yawn. "It's un-American."
"How the fuck did you slip
under my finely tuned gaydar, man?" Will chuckled drawing figure eights with a lazy finger around Scott's nipples. He smiled at the way Scott arched into his touch and he pulled his lower lip into his mouth when the darkening navy gaze met his.
"The same way you slipped under mine," Scott replied, a frown creasing his brow. "Although the girlfriend didn't help. Hey, didn't I speak to her on the phone, when she called the office?"
Will grinned widely and nodded, scratching his fingernails over the hardening nubs of Scott's nipples. "My sister, Amy."
"I should arrest you for deceiving a police officer."
"You gonna cuff me?"
Scott shuddered at the images those words evoked, and he stroked his fingers across the firm muscles of Will's flat belly. "Do I need to?" He kept his voice low and followed the line of pale hair that lead to crisper hairs around Will's cock. "Is this where you want the cuffs?" He circled the soft crown of the rapidly hardening flesh with his forefinger and moaned as Will's hips involuntarily jerked toward him. Opening his mouth when Will brought their lips together, he kitten licked at Will's tongue as the other man mapped out every ridge and curve of his mouth.
Scott's fingers left Will's cock and feathered through soft tendrils of blond hair, holding Will in place, as they kissed, hard and dirty. He'd never been kissed the way Will kissed him. Had never felt a connection as deeply. It was almost as if Will was trying to taste his very soul. As if he were the last drink of water in the driest of deserts and he was the only one who could assuage Will's thirst. He wanted it to go on forever.
Scott's moan of complaint when Will broke the kiss, soon turned to a gasp of anticipation when the other man slid down his body. The teasing kisses that Will pressed across his belly had Scott's cock twitching with every touch. As he looked down the length of his body, he arched off the bed when Will's tongue dipped into his navel and swirled around, sucking the flesh into his mouth. "Fuck… Jesus, Will!" He couldn't prevent the groan of Will's name when he stroked Scott's cock in a curled fist before lowering his mouth over the crown and sucking him down to the root. "Oh—my—God!" Scott buried one hand in Will's hair and curled the other in the sheet beneath him. The sensation of being inside Will's mouth was almost too much. He had to hold on to something to keep himself from floating clear off the bed. The right amount of suction, the right amount of tongue, and the right amount of pace. How does he know exactly how I like it?