Dancing Around The Cop

by Lisa Oliver

  he was to see his mate, he wasn’t so sure about Sully. Zander

  had told him what his friend had said, Sully had apologized to

  him that same evening, but in Terry’s eyes Sully’s presence was

  still going to take some getting used to.

  “What are you two doing here? I thought you were going to wait

  for me out front?” He said, hurrying into Zander’s open arms and

  turning his mouth up for a quick kiss.

  “Seems some overprotective bastard didn’t like the idea of his

  partner being out on stage by himself,” Sully said, his face split

  in a huge smile. “So he volunteered us for escort duty.

  Something to do with aesthetics, a boost to gay pride having two

  decorated detectives take part, and yeah, some other stuff about

  you being a bit nervous.”

  Terry looked into his mate’s pale green eyes, and yes the

  annoying blond was right. Zander did look nervous for him, but

  then given the only time in his life Terry had been on stage, he

  had a knife to his throat, Terry figured he could forgive him. Both

  men did look exceptionally handsome, dressed in black camo

  gear and boots, their badges the only shine on their belts.

  Zander’s dark hair was pulled back from his face and his designer

  stubble was immaculately groomed. Sully had gone for a clean

  face and tousled hair falling just slightly over his face.

  “You’re certainly a pair of gay dreams walking,” Terry said,

  giving into the inevitable. If he was totally honest with himself,

  he did feel a lot better having two handsome, well-armed men

  by his side, even though he knew Norman would be locked up

  for some time to come. He followed Zander and Sully out to the

  corner of the stage, waiting for his cue.

  “Ladies and Gentleman,” Terry heard the MC say. “Thank you for

  coming here this evening. This one event, something that I am

  sure will be repeated in forthcoming Pride Weeks, has raised

  over fifty thousand dollars and will be used to help LGBTQ

  homeless youths.”

  The applause from the audience was huge and Terry gulped at

  having to stand out there in front of so many people. He much

  preferred to keep his role behind the scenes.

  “While I know you will join me in thanking all of the people who

  worked so hard behind the scenes to make tonight a memorable

  event,” The MC went on, “the ladies insisted that a special

  mention must be made for the designer and creator of all of the

  clothing you have seen onstage this evening. It is with great

  pride I introduce to you, Houston’s newest and youngest clothing

  designer, Mr. Terry Martin, accompanied by two of Houston’s

  finest police officers, Detective Zander Samuels and Detective

  Sully Roberts.”

  Terry didn’t have any choice but to step out on stage, caught as

  he was between two big men. Zander and Sully didn’t seem to

  have a problem with the rush of applause that greeted them, but

  Terry was overwhelmed. Trying to get his bearings, Terry saw

  Joel and Max, Charlie, Roy and Richard all standing at the back

  hooting and hollering, clapping madly, but the rest of the

  audience was just a sea of faces.

  “Look down the front,” Zander whispered in his ear as he and

  Sully led Terry to the front of the stage, standing slightly behind

  him as Terry waved and wished the floor would open up and

  swallow him. Looking down, his eyes bulged from his head.

  Standing up, clapping madly, pride written all over their faces

  was Terry’s mom and dad. Terry felt his eyes fill with tears and

  he leaned slightly towards Zander. His mate must have arranged

  all this, there was no way his parents could afford the flight from

  Ohio to Houston. By the Fates his mate was such a thoughtful

  man and Terry promised himself Zander would be well rewarded

  later.

  Barely paying attention, Terry knew he accepted a huge bouquet

  of flowers from Madam Morgana. Davina and Lucy also kissing

  him on the cheek, the crowd still cheering. Then the MC came

  over, handing him a microphone. “Anything you’d like to say,

  Terry?”

  Oh. My. God. Speak? Terry could barely stand. Accepting the

  held out microphone as though it was a bomb, Terry said

  hesitantly, “Thank you all so much. The ladies have been

  wonderful to work with, and yeah, if you like what you see be

  sure to look me up sometime. But really it’s the beautiful and

  talented Houston drag queens we are celebrating tonight, so

  please, another big round of applause for them.”

  He waved an arm at the Divas, almost hitting Sully with the

  microphone. The ladies all came and surrounded him and the

  two detectives on the stage, and as Terry leaned back against

  Zander’s shoulder he could swear it was without doubt the

  second most amazing night of his life. His claiming would always

  rank first.

  /~/~/~/~/

  Zander hurried into their bedroom, eager to be ready before

  Terry came in. Terry was busy chatting with his parents, getting

  them settled in the spare room. They had done the show,

  enjoyed the dinner afterwards, Terry’s father only being slightly

  wary around Zander’s stronger wolf. But it had been clear to

  Zander at least where Terry had gotten his confidence and his

  self-respect from. Terry’s parents were so proud of him and they

  had no problem showing their love for their son. Zander just

  hoped that maybe one day soon he would be included in their

  affections.

  Hurrying to the bathroom, Zander pulled out a tube of lube that

  had seen better days. With Terry having a self-prepping

  mechanism it wasn’t something the two men ever had to use.

  But with what he had planned for his little mate, Zander had

  wished he bought a brand new, big, bottle of the stuff. Shucking

  off his clothes, he threw them towards the hamper in the corner

  of the bedroom before, laying himself out on the bed. Bending

  his legs and planting his feet firmly on the mattress Zander

  awkwardly reached between his legs, finding…yep, there it was.

  Now for lube.

  Zander had prepared men for anal sex a hundred times, and

  seen it done just as often, but it was never something he had

  ever even tried to do to himself. Now, as he rimmed the edge of

  his tight hole nervously he had to admit he got a few tingles

  through into his groin. Determined to move things along,

  because Terry wouldn’t be out of the room much longer, Zander

  pushed two fingers in and then just as quickly pulled them out.

  Damn and fucking hell that stung.

  Applying more lube to his fingers, Zander persisted, pushing

  through his tight muscles with first one finger, and then a

  second. One finger was okay, quite pleasurable in fact, but two

  took a bit more getting used to. To help keep him in the mood,

  Zander closed his eyes thinking of his mate, how sexy the little

  man always looked, how he showed his love in a dozen different

  ways every day. Zander had been so proud standing on that

  stage, he
aring the applause and knowing it was all for the

  talented, pretty man standing with him. Just thinking about how

  Terry belonged to him and only him, had Zander’s cock rising,

  his breath quickening and…wow would you look at that, it

  seemed his ass could take three fingers after all.

  Zander rocked on his fingers. It was clumsy and awkward, but

  he knew that if he didn’t get finished then Terry would probably

  dissuade him from his whole mission. Then he had another

  thought. I wonder…Zander arched off the bed, his cock flailing

  about wildly looking for friction.

  “Did you just find your prostate, sweetheart?”

  Zander turned his head to see Terry standing by the bed, a huge

  smile on his face, and his cock pulled out from his pants, Terry

  caressing it slowly with one hand. Zander was sure his face went

  ten degrees of red, but he nodded anyway.

  “Er…yeah…never done that before.”

  “Do it again,” Terry said, kicking off his boots and climbing on

  the bed, not even bothering to take the rest of his clothes off.

  Zander pushed with his fingers, blessing the fact they were so

  long, and twiddled them, before letting out a startled groan as

  he hit that little nub again.

  Running a hand up Zander’s tense thigh, Terry said softly, “Does

  this mean what I think it means, or are you just having some

  private fun?”

  “I want you to…my gift, to top off your brilliant night…claim me,

  please.” Now Terry was so close, his scent teasing his nostrils,

  the smell of Terry’s need woven through it, Zander let his fingers

  slip out of his ass, closing his eyes and falling back onto the bed.

  “Oh my darlin’, you have no idea how powerful you look right

  now.” Terry’s husky murmur registered in Zander’s brain before

  being forced out as Terry’s fingers checked his work. Zander was

  glad he had taken the time to use his own fingers for a bit. His

  fingers were more in keeping with the size of his cock. Terry’s

  digits were a lot slimmer although he was similarly well-

  endowed. Zander moaned as he felt Terry’s hair kiss his abs

  before warm lips, took in the head of his cock. Okay, there was

  the positive side of letting someone else prep you.

  Zander kept his eyes closed, relishing the feelings swarming

  through his body. Terry’s warm mouth, his subtle yet strong

  fingers finding and then teasing with unerring accuracy that

  special place inside of him. Before he knew it Zander was

  moaning loudly, his fists clenched in the sheets as he

  concentrated entirely on the action going on around his hips. For

  a novice, Terry was a natural. His wolf, who Zander was sure

  would kick up a fuss at being invaded in such an intimate

  manner, was curled up relaxed in his head, apparently trusting

  Terry to look after him. This left Zander all the time in the world

  to feel, to absorb the new sensations, try them out, and fuck it

  all, if he didn’t love every second of it.

  “Time to claim your Alpha, mate,” he finally growled when the

  teasing had gotten beyond pleasurable, morphing into need.

  “I’ve got to have your cock inside of me.”

  Terry slurped off Zander’s cock and Zander felt those talented

  fingers leave his ass. For a moment he felt empty, bereft, but

  then he felt something bigger nudging at his entrance and he

  squeezed his eyelids even tighter, hoping he could stay relaxed.

  “Look at me, love. Watch, so you know who you’re with. This

  would not be a good time to shift,” Terry teased softly.

  Opening his eyes, Zander was greeted with a truly erotic sight.

  Terry still hadn’t gotten undressed, just his jacket was gone.

  Terry was kneeling between his legs, his lightly muscled arms

  were holding Zander’s thighs apart, his hair was mussed and

  those gorgeous soft lips that Zander loved so much were

  glistening wet and puffy. The Omega’s eyes were almost black

  with lust, and yet they warmed Zander to his very soul, letting

  him know he was loved.

  “Thank you, sweetheart,” Terry whispered. Zander felt a short

  twinge of pain and then a sense of fullness as Terry firmly pushed

  inside of him. Breathing out a long breath, Zander held Terry’s

  eyes with his own, as his mate thrust slowly and steadily, willing

  Zander to relax and be open to him. Zander couldn’t resist, he

  didn’t want to. Terry was his love, his mate and for the first time

  in his long life, Zander was prepared to concede control in the

  bedroom, knowing that Terry would never hurt him.

  When Terry’s hips were finally snug against the back of Zander’s

  thighs, he stopped moving, his hands still clasped around

  Zander’s legs, his slender body quivering slightly in an effort not

  to move. In his eyes, Zander could see the love his mate had for

  him, hell he could feel it through their mind link along with so

  much more. Terry’s wonder at being allowed to do something an

  Omega never had a chance to do, his thrill at his success earlier

  that day, his joy at Zander arranging for his parents to be with

  them, everything all tied up in the love that Zander never

  doubted that his mate felt.

  “Move, precious,” he growled. “Move and make me yours.”

  Terry swiveled his hips, as though not wanting to pull out of

  Zander’s heat. Then he did it again, moaning softly. Zander

  could feel Terry’s cock, branding him inside. Pleasure, that had

  retreated slightly when Terry’s cock had penetrated him, came

  back in force, and Zander wiggled, trying to push up,

  encouraging his mate to get things moving.

  “I do know how it’s supposed to go,” Terry said with a grin. “I’m

  just savoring.” He drew the last word out, long syllables in a

  husky tone, swiveling his hips again, letting Zander know exactly

  how he felt.

  “Savor next time,” Zander moaned as the head of Terry’s cock

  grazed his prostate. “For fuck’s sake, fuck me.”

  “I’ll get to do this again?” Terry might have sounded surprised,

  which Zander totally understood, but then his little mate pulled

  back and slammed into him, and Zander’s brain got a loose

  connection. With a strength not usually seen in someone so slim,

  Terry clung to Zander’s legs, pumping deep inside him, his

  thrusts long, firm and…claiming. This had been what Zander was

  looking for. Someone who would love him and want to claim him

  with the same intensity he’d claimed his mate.

  “Oh fuck, love, this will be the shortest claiming in history,” Terry

  cried out as he sped up his movements. “You feel too good, so

  tight, so…fuck, I’ve never felt anything like it around my cock

  before.”

  “Keep going, precious,” Zander gritted out. He knew exactly

  what Terry was feeling. His own cock, which had been on edge

  most of the evening, was ready to explode untouched, another

  first for Zander, but he didn’t care. Watching Terry’s face, he

  could see the exact moment Terry lost his control. Pulling Terry

  d
own towards his chest, Zander curled up slightly.

  “Bite me,” was all he had time to say before he was treated to

  the foreign sensation of spunk coating his insides, then Terry’s

  teeth were in his neck and Zander roared as his own orgasm

  erupted. Holy fuck, hell on the abdominals, but what an amazing

  feeling.

  Once Terry had removed his teeth, licking softly at Zander’s

  neck, Zander lay back, his brain was mush, his body was

  humming softly. He felt Terry’s get up, the rustle of clothes, and

  the movement as Terry went to get cleaned up. Zander figured

  he should probably do the same thing, but before he could move,

  a soft warm cloth tenderly wiped over his come-stained abs and

  chest, before being swiped down and around his ass, which still

  felt a bit puffy. A clunk which Zander took to mean Terry had

  actually managed to throw the cloth into the hamper and then

  peace as Terry climbed up on the bed, into arms, snuggling down

  fitting perfectly against Zander’s body, exactly as he was born

  to do.

  Life couldn’t be more perfect.

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Zander woke alone, to the smell of coffee, frying bacon and the

  sound of quiet chatter coming from the kitchen. Shit, Terry’s

  parents were staying with them for five days. It wasn’t polite to

  spend his time lolling around in bed if they had company. Not

  that bed was any fun without his mate around anyway, Zander

  thought looking at his morning wood ruefully. No time for that.

  Washing quickly and pulling on a pair of clean jeans, Zander

  didn’t bother with a shirt, eager to get out to the kitchen. He’d

  missed his morning wake up kiss.

  Terry’s mom, Rachel was at the stove, cooking something in a

  big frypan. She looked up and smiled as Zander came in. “There

  you are sleepy head. Terry thought he would have to come and

  wake you. Come and give me a kiss good morning and then sit

  down and I’ll dish you up some breakfast.”

  Confused, Zander walked over, leaning down and pecking Rachel

  on the cheek. Rachel wasn’t much taller than Terry but she had

  the same fine features although her dark hair fell down her back.

  Turning, he saw Terry and his dad – George, already sitting down

  with almost empty plates in front of them. He quickly moved into

  the chair beside his mate, and leaned over, intending to give