"I cannot believe I'm even thinking about agreeing to this."
Zach grinned so wide it almost hurt. "Oh, please. I could have told you you'd be giving in within ten minutes!"
Stevie bent and kissed him and then lifted his head again. "You're very lucky I adore you, boy."
Zach just grinned. "I know! So...there's no law against using your handcuffs, is there?"
* * * *
Stephen glanced over at Zach in the passenger seat, heart racing. "Are you sure?"
Zach gave him that signature wicked, sweet smile and opened the passenger door. "I'm positive. Here, I don't need this..." He tugged the belt of his trench coat open, and Stephen held his breath, half-expecting the same "bare-assed naked with only fuck-me boots" look from the motel.
It wasn't quite that indecent...but close.
Actually, it was pretty similar to the outfit he'd been wearing the night they'd met. A fishnet top that was torn strategically to reveal a nipple here, a swath of tummy there, cutting off just below his belly button and leaving his lower abdomen bare since his black leather shorts--Zach affectionately called them scandal pants--clung dangerously low on his slender hips. They left very little to the imagination, especially considering that they appeared to be no more than four inches from top to bottom. When Zach turned in a cheeky pirouette, Stephen nearly choked at the amount of ass--beautiful, pert, gorgeous little ass--that was bared in the next-to-nothing shorts.
"You can't be serious..."
Zach winked. "As a heart attack, babe."
"You're going to give me one."
"Better not be before you fuck me. Now shoo...circle the block, get into character, then come pick me up." He waved his hand and tossed the coat over the front seat into the back before stepping back onto the sidewalk and shutting the door. "Go."
Stephen glanced around, not at all sure this was a good idea. What if something happened while he was circling the block to pull back around? But he looked at Zach, who looked so fucking hot Stephen might just implode, and knew they both were going to enjoy this little game way too much to stop now.
"Got the mace?"
Zach held up his hand, a small can tucked against his palm. "I'll be fine. Just hurry up."
Stephen nodded and gave him one last head to toe look, cock aching already, and pulled away from the curb. He wasn't entirely sure how he was supposed to get into character. He was playing a cop. He was a cop. His lips quirked in amusement. It really wasn't possible to adore anyone more than he adored Zach. Everything about him was the nuttiest, yet most brilliant thing Stephen had ever known. Crazy and amazing. That was his Zach.
He made a slow circuit of the block, grateful he didn't see any outright crime going on that would have forced him to stop the game and do his duty. As he turned the corner where he'd left Zach, his heart almost stopped when he didn't see him at first. Then Zach shifted, pulling away from the shadowed wall and moving with a slow sway toward Stephen's car.
Good God, the man redefined the word slink.
His mouth went dry and his cock was as hard as he could ever remember it being as Zach worked his strut up to the passenger side and leaned forward, arms crossed on the rolled down window. Stephen could just imagine the view from behind and bit back a groan.
"Lookin' to party, handsome?"
Stephen cleared his throat, reminded yet again why he'd been turned down several times for undercover work. "Um...yeah." Very clever, he thought. Totally believable.
Zach looked like he was trying not to smile, managing to keep the seductive expression on his face. Was he wearing makeup? Stephen thought so, and more than just the usual lip gloss. Eyeliner, definitely, and maybe some kind of smoky eye shadow, making his brown eyes look even larger, more sultry. God damn, he fucking loved when Zach did his face all up like that.
One perfectly manicured brow lifted and his pink, glossed lips curved. "This your first time, honey? Why don't you just tell me what you want?"
Stephen let his gaze rake over Zach, what he could see of him anyway, then met his gaze again. "Why don't you tell me what you have to offer?"
"Anything and everything, if you're generous enough." Zach took a step back, hands skimming down his sides, drawing Stephen's gaze. "How much is all this worth, handsome?"
Stephen almost answered, Anything, but that wasn't what an undercover would do. Zach had to specifically offer sex of some kind in exchange for money, so Stephen began to try to lead him in that direction. "What's your specialty?"
Zach stepped back up to the car, leaning on the open window frame again. "Honey, my specialty is whatever you like best. I'll tell you what. Full service for whatever is in your wallet."
Got him. Stephen grinned. "I might only have five bucks and a picture of my boyfriend."
"Oh, I doubt that. You wouldn't be down here trawling with no money to spend. What about it, handsome?"
Stephen nodded. "Deal. Get in."
Zach grinned and obeyed, climbing into the passenger seat, and Stephen rolled up the window as he pulled away from the curb.
"So, show me what you've got in your wallet, honey."
This was very familiar, and Stephen bit back the chuckle as he pulled out his wallet and handed it over to Zach, who had his feet propped on the dash, boots hugging his bare, slender calves. Except this time it wasn't his money and driver's license wallet that he handed over, it was his badge and police ID wallet.
Zach froze when he flipped it open, eyes widening. "Oh, shit."
Stephen fought the urge to snicker. Zach sounded so dramatic when he said it. "Oh, shit is right. Looks like we have a dilemma, don't we?" He turned onto the freeway on-ramp, heading south. Eventually the interstate would lead to Tucson, but they weren't going nearly that far.
Zach gave him a withering look. "What're you gonna do? Arrest me? I'll be out in less than an hour, and we both know it." He crossed his arms over his slender chest. "Go ahead."
Stephen shook his head, snatching his badge and ID back. "No, I'm not going to arrest you." He gave Zach a smirk, trying not to snicker because the dialogue was becoming a little ridiculous in his mind. "I can think of much better uses for my handcuffs and your talents."
God, it was like a bad porn flick. But Stephen couldn't deny that he was having fun. And from the way Zach's eyes sparkled, he was, too. Lord, the things the boy talked him into.
Zach pursed his lips, giving Stephen a look that was a cross between annoyed and turned on. "I bet you can. So what's your plan, officer?"
Stephen didn't actually have one, but he didn't say that. "My plan is that you stick to our deal. Full service in exchange for what was in my wallet. Unfortunately for you, none of it was money."
Zach glanced around as Stephen pulled off the interstate, his eyes widening as he realized where they were going. "A public park? Isn't that a little risky for a fine, upstanding citizen like you?" His voice was taunting and smug and made Stephen want to kiss him senseless.
"Yeah, well, my boyfriend keeps telling me life's no fun without a few risks."
Zach laughed, glancing over at him. "I'm sure he'll totes be proud of you for this one."
Stephen pulled into one of the small, off the main trail parking areas, in the shadows away from the one dim light. He grabbed Zach's wrist and grinned. "You have no idea. Come on...out." He climbed out and proceeded to pull Zach across the front seat and out the driver's side. He wouldn't put it past the brat to try to bolt and lead him on a chase if he'd come around instead.
Zach glared at him, stumbling a little in his high-heeled boots as Stephen led him along the trail toward where he knew a solitary park bathroom awaited. "You are going to regret this, I swear to God. Fucking asshole cop."
Even as he said it, Stephen could hear the faintly gleeful tone in his voice.
Stephen just laughed. "I'm not going to regret anything, I promise." He wondered vaguely what had gotten into him as he spotted the bathroom up ahead. He'd never been into any of this before Zach. Pu
blic places, the danger of possible discovery, the thrill of taking a risk...Zach had given him that and sometimes Stephen wondered how the hell he'd managed to live without it--without him--for so long.
* * * *
Zach could hardly breathe, his heart racing. He couldn't stop the soft moan as Stevie dragged him into the bathroom and kicked the door shut. There was no lock and, oh God, that just made it even more dangerous...and even sexier. He bit his lip and peered up at Stevie in the flickering light of the lone, bare bulb over the sink.
"Now what, officer?"
He knew what, though, and so did Stevie, who just grinned in a way that made Zach's whole body tremble. The next thing he knew, he was crouched down and Stevie had his pants open, cock hard and the head slick in the dim light. Zach felt a little faint as, rather than his normal, very polite urging, Stevie instead fisted his hand in Zach's hair and pushed his cock into his mouth. Oh God, this is so fucking hot.
His hands came up to steady himself on Stevie's thighs, and Zach lost himself in the fantasy come to life. Oh, the bathroom was disgusting, the park was way too public, and the danger was very real--it was addictive, the rush of it all. And he wasn't the only one who thought so. Stevie's hands shook he was so turned on.
"That's it...suck, little whore." Stevie groaned, thrusting his cock deeper into Zach's mouth.
Zach thought he seriously might faint right then and there when the rough growl and the nasty words came out of his Stevie's mouth. Good Lord, what had gotten into him? Then Zach preened inwardly...he had, that's what.
Whatever the reason, Zach's cock was harder than it'd ever been before and he would have begged Stevie to keep going, to say more, except his mouth was a little busy being fucked. And that's really what it was. Not a blowjob, not a nice, ordinary sucking off--Stevie was fucking his mouth like he owned it and, God...he kind of did at that moment.
It didn't last long, probably because Stevie didn't think he'd last long, but when Zach was tugged to his feet, the encounter was anything but over. Instead, he was turned and pinned against the door by that big, strong body he knew so well and could never get enough of. He moaned into Stevie's mouth, gasping when he was lifted off his feet and his shorts yanked down to dangle off one foot. Oh, God... If he could have spoken, he'd be chanting, Yes, yes, yes.
Zach broke the kiss with a whimper as Stevie pushed one finger into him. There was no pain, his finger was slick, and Zach realized that somehow, when he'd been busy being kissed mindless, Stevie had managed to make use of the lube he'd put in his pocket before they'd left. Oh, thank God. Zach didn't fancy a true rough, anonymous fuck.
"Son of a bitch," he snarled, fingers digging into Stevie's broad shoulders.
"Filthy slut," Stevie growled back, a second finger joining the first.
"I hate you." Zach let out a sharp cry, and a split second later, his mouth was covered by Stevie's free hand. His stomach flipped in arousal.
"No, you don't." Stevie didn't expound on that response, and Zach broke role long enough to press a kiss to the palm of his lover's hand in answer. No, he didn't hate Stevie. He fucking adored his man more than he'd ever thought possible.
His breath panted and Stevie was just looking right into his eyes while he drove Zach mindless. His eyes closed briefly, but flew open again when Stevie began thrusting his fingers hard and fast, as if demanding his attention. Like Zach could focus on anything else!
The pleasure was mind-bending and Stevie was merciless, driving Zach right to the brink and then, abruptly, his lover withdrew, leaving him empty and wanting. It was a damn good thing Stevie had his mouth covered because Zach let out a muffled string of curses that would make a sailor blush.
That all ended a second later, though, when he was back on his feet, and Stevie turned him to face the door. Zach's heart leapt and he didn't even think about it, automatically spreading his legs, leaning forward and tipping his ass up as much as he could.
"Fuck me," he whispered, breathless with want. He'd never, ever, wanted Stevie more than he did right then.
Thank fucking God, the feeling seemed to be mutual because he felt the cool slick of lube against his entrance, the heat and strength of Stevie's big body against his back and then, finally, the hard press of cock inside him, slow and deep. An empty condom wrapper fell to the floor to join the rest of the lingering evidence of countless sins there.
Zach's fingers curled against the bathroom door, forehead pressed to the cool metal as, inside the bathroom, the heat ratcheted up and sweat slicked their skin. He trembled, hips pushing back, and moaned.
"Fuck...more..." Role? What role? All he wanted was Stevie to fuck him until he couldn't stand.
His lover didn't say anything, just gave him what he asked for. Zach's heart thumped hard as Stevie's strong arms came around him, holding him close as he thrust, hard and deep, jolting them both against the door with every movement. Zach's head tipped back against the other man's shoulder, breath panting heavily. Stevie took the opportunity to have his way with Zach's neck, sending a flood of shivers through him.
It was intense...but it wasn't fast. Maybe it should be, considering where they were, but it was like Stevie could read Zach's mind and knew he wasn't in any rush to be finished. It was all so much, felt so good and somehow he felt more connected with Stevie there in that filthy park bathroom than he did in his own bed. Maybe it was the contrast between their surroundings--rough and cold and dirty--and the way he felt in the moment--cherished.
Loved.
The instant the word entered his mind, Zach's throat tightened and his eyes stung behind his closed lids. Oh, Jesus...Stevie loved him. Zach could feel it like his own heartbeat, pulsing through him. His lover didn't have to say a word, and didn't, but Zach heard him loud and clear.
"I love you, too," he whispered.
Stevie's thrusts faltered, the other man going still behind him, as if holding his breath. Zach swore his heart grew two sizes right that moment; he loved Stevie so much. He knew Stevie was wondering if he'd heard Zach right, if he'd imagined it, and that little doubt, the uncertainty in a man who made it his job to be strong, made Zach want to hold onto him and never let go.
Maybe he would.
Stevie turned his face against Zach's cheek, his breath rough and uneven. "Don't...don't say it, Zach, if you don't..."
Zach shook his head, one hand coming up to sink into Stevie's hair behind his head. "I do. I fucking do, Stevie." His eyes squeezed shut and he turned his head to brush a kiss to Stevie's firm, warm lips. "I do," he whispered again. Then he grinned and caught Stevie's lip between his teeth.
Stevie growled, and before Zach could protest, he'd withdrawn already. But not for long as he turned Zach, hauled him off his feet and pinned him back against the door again, sinking inside with barely a pause.
Zach laughed, arms and legs winding around him, and clenched tightly. "Finish what you started, officer," he insisted, hands slipping between them to get Stevie's shirt open and get his eager hands on all that gorgeous skin, the dusting of hair tickling his palms.
Stevie kissed him then, hard and demanding, and his hips matched the devastating rhythm of his warm, rough tongue. Zach didn't care if he could walk when they were finished; he'd never felt anything like this. Like Stevie. It was like winning the fucking boyfriend lottery or something. All his.
The slow, sweltering fuck of just seconds ago was gone, though, replaced by a need so intense it took his breath away. Their bodies strained together, with each other, toward each other, over and over, rocking the door on its hinges. Zach had the vague thought that he'd die laughing if it broke.
Stevie didn't seem to even notice and, within seconds, Zach had forgotten he knew how to breathe, let alone laugh. His fingernails scraped along Stevie's bare chest, breaking the kiss with a sharp gasp as his head fell back against the door and Stevie latched onto his throat. Oh, God, he was going to have marks. He could hardly fucking wait to admire them in the mirror. Marked. Claimed. Stevie's.
"Fuck, fuck...Stevie...hurry..." He panted in a harsh whisper, biting his lip to keep from screaming. He moved between Stevie and the door, meeting his thrusts, returning them, clenching and twisting against him as they hurtled toward orgasm.
And then he was there and, oh God, Stevie must have known it because his eyes widened slightly and the next second his big hand was over Zach's mouth again, green eyes dark and intense in the dim light as he silently urged Zach to come for him. He didn't say a word, but just like before, it was as though Zach could hear him. And he could do nothing but obey.
He came so hard the edges of his vision went blurry, sucking in breath through his nose and keeping his gaze locked with Stevie's. Halfway through the most mind-numbing orgasm he'd ever experienced, Stevie shuddered and his hips jerked and he came. The look on his face was amazing. The way his features tightened and his lashes fluttered and his mouth dropped open in a silent shout. Zach's tongue slipped out to taste the salty skin of his palm, heart racing so fast he thought it would explode.
Thank God Stevie was so strong because, otherwise, Zach would have landed on his ass on the filthy bathroom floor when Stevie relaxed his grip and leaned against the door in a visible struggle to regain his breath. But, even semi-boneless, his Officer Hotness held him without so much as a muscle tremor. Zach loved that.
Zach loved him.
He pressed his forehead against Stevie's shoulder and, while his lover recovered, used the brief, breathless moments to try to wrap his mind around what had just happened. It was supposed to be just fun. Games to make the hiding less stifling, more exciting. And Stevie...he was the best man Zach had ever known and not for one second had he ever imagined he would manage to snag Stevie's heart.
His cock, sure; his attention for a while, absolutely. But his heart? Oh, God, a man like Stevie didn't give that out like candy at Halloween to just anyone who had a craving. Zach was more afraid of that than he was of loving Stevie in return. He was one hundred percent sure that his gentle, loveable, sweet officer was the one whose heart was at risk here...because Zach couldn't recall the last time he'd loved anything for more than one season.
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