Rattrap

by L. M. Somerton

  “Oh, very nice.” Teddy added a couple of handprints to the rosy glow. “I do like a man in a jock. Nice and accessible.”

  Adrian slipped out from under him and scrambled up the stairs but his jeans tangled around his ankles and he fell heavily onto the landing. Teddy stalked after him. “Finally, we’re heading in the right direction.” The sheriff had landed face down but rolled onto his back. Teddy considered for a moment then sat on him, facing the sheriff’s feet. He pulled off Adrian’s boots and socks, then freed his jeans, leaving him bare apart from his underwear.

  Adrian lifted a knee, and Teddy rolled to one side to avoid getting his nuts crushed.

  “Still wanna play, huh?” He chased the sheriff down as Adrian crawled toward a bedroom. Teddy scooped him up and tossed him onto the bed with a grunt. Six feet of muscle wasn’t easy to sling around. Teddy stood at the foot of the bed and gazed down at his panting victim. The sheriff’s cock poked from his jock, hard and gleaming with pre-cum.

  “Tell me you don’t want this and I’m gone.” No way would Teddy force himself on an unwilling partner.

  “Knew you’d be too fucking chicken to follow through.” The sheriff grinned and palmed his dick. “Guess I’ll just have to deal with this myself.”

  “Hands off, you little shit, that’s mine.” Teddy was on the bed in seconds, kneeling across the sheriff, ravishing his mouth with a bruising kiss.

  “You taste of beer. S’good.” He forced his tongue toward Adrian’s throat, only to be unceremoniously shoved away.

  Teddy found himself flat on his back, Adrian’s full weight pressing down on his shoulders. He’d let his sweet man think he was in charge for a while. Adrian’s face was flushed pink, a sheen of sweat on his skin. His lips were kiss-swollen, and the raw scrape of stubble-burn marked his cheek.

  “You look fucking good out of that uniform.” Teddy traced the ridges of Adrian’s abs with the back of a hand. He curled his fingers around Adrian’s hip and snapped the snug elastic of his jock. Adrian twisted one of Teddy’s nipples.

  “Less talking, more fucking, before I get my sanity back and throw you out of here.”

  Teddy didn’t need telling twice. With a twist of his hips he flipped Adrian over so that the sheriff was beneath him.

  “Better. That’s where you belong.” He knelt up, extracted the knife from his ankle sheath then used it to slit the sidebands of Adrian’s underwear. He tossed the scrap of fabric away and got his first view of Adrian’s cock. Thick, cut and gleaming with pre-cum, it was a thing of beauty. Teddy dipped his head for a taste.

  “No!” Adrian pushed him away. “I’ll shoot if you do that.”

  Teddy smirked. “Later.” He pulled a slim foil packet from the back pocket of his leathers. “Always be prepared.”

  “You’re no fucking boy scout,” Adrian snapped.

  “Lube? Don’t want to do you dry.”

  “Drawer.” Adrian smacked his hand down on the bed, pointing at the bedside cabinet.

  Teddy yanked the drawer open and rummaged through the contents. He pulled out a bulky ribbed dildo.

  “Size queen, huh?”

  “Jesus! Get the fuck on with it!”

  Teddy unfastened his leathers and gave his cock freedom.

  “No fucking way! I should arrest you for carrying a concealed weapon.” Adrian frowned.

  “Am I living up to your expectations?” Teddy took his shaft in a firm grip and jerked it.

  The sheriff’s eyes bugged. “That thing is never gonna fit.”

  “Get on all fours, it’ll be easier the first time.” Teddy gloved up and applied a slick of lube.

  “You make it sound like there’s going to be a second time.” Adrian rolled over and got into position.

  “Once you’ve had me, you won’t want anyone else.” Teddy pressed a slick finger against Adrian’s hole, demanding entry. The guardian muscle gave up the fight, and Teddy sank his finger to the second knuckle.

  Adrian sucked in his breath. “Arrogant son of a bitch.”

  Teddy punished him with a second finger, probing for his gland. He found his target and Adrian bucked.

  “More!”

  “Needy boy.”

  “Not your fucking boy!”

  Teddy slapped the sheriff’s ass. He withdrew his fingers then replaced them with the blunt head of his cock.

  “I don’t have the patience to prep you any more. This is gonna be rough.” He waited for a sign that Adrian was okay with that.

  “I’m not some delicate twink. Fucking move!”

  That was an order Teddy had no problem obeying. He snapped his hips forward and plunged deep into Adrian’s channel.

  “Fuck!” Adrian yelled and collapsed from hands to forearms, which had the pleasant side effect of thrusting his ass higher. Teddy grabbed Adrian’s hips and set up a punishing rhythm. Adrian cursed and yelled but pushed back onto Teddy’s cock, driving him deeper. Teddy gritted his teeth and focused on not coming. The heat and pressure around his dick did nothing to stop the tremors coursing the length of his body. This was primal rutting and it short-circuited Teddy’s mind. He was blind to anything but the slippery skin beneath his hands, the needy sounds issuing from Adrian’s mouth, urging him on. Faster. Harder.

  “Come. With. Me.” Speech was difficult. Teddy reached beneath Adrian’s body and gripped his cock.

  Adrian bucked and writhed beneath him. Teddy drove forward and allowed his orgasm to roll over him. He shot hard, just as Adrian’s seed spilled into Teddy’s hand. An animalistic growl tore from Teddy’s throat. His muscles tensed and his back arched as he shuddered through the remains of his release. He jacked Adrian roughly, squeezing a few more drops of warm cum from his softening dick. Exhausted and spent, Teddy collapsed on top of Adrian. Sweat and cum mingled between their bodies, gluing them together. He panted, waiting for his vision to clear. He licked at Adrian’s skin, tasting salt.

  “Get off me. You weigh a fucking ton,” Adrian grunted.

  Reluctantly, Teddy shifted his weight. In his opinion the best place for Sheriff Adrian Hayder was pinned beneath him, safe and well fucked. He withdrew from Adrian’s body with care and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

  “Bathroom?”

  “Across the landing.”

  Teddy found the room and dealt with the condom. He still had his leathers and boots on so he stripped down and left them in a pile on the bathroom floor. He grabbed a hand towel and gave himself a cursory wipe-down before heading back to the bedroom. Adrian had rolled onto his back and gave him a hard stare.

  “Now you decide to get naked. I can’t believe you fucked me with your boots on.”

  Teddy tossed the towel onto Adrian’s smooth chest. Adrian took it and cleaned himself up a little. Teddy climbed into the bed next to him.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Adrian questioned. “You got what you wanted.”

  “What I want is for you to shut the fuck up and get some sleep.” Teddy pulled Adrian across him and wrapped him in a tight grip. Adrian struggled and squirmed but eventually gave up.

  “This is my fucking bed. Steal all the covers and I’ll shoot you.”

  “Hush, baby. You need your strength for when I fuck you again in the morning.”

  “Not your baby, asshole.”

  Teddy drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile curling his lip.

  * * * *

  Teddy woke to a hard-on and a missing lover. He patted the mattress.

  “Cold. Now where’s he got to?” He slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom, taking in surroundings that had been completely irrelevant the previous night. Cool tones of beige and blue decorated Adrian’s home. The floors were polished maple, the lighting modern and subtle. Woven rugs and prints of desert flowers provided splashes of bright color. White tiles and chrome fittings made the small bathroom seem bigger. There was no tub, but a double-width shower plenty big enough to accommodate Teddy’s height took up a whole wall. Fresh t
owels in an unusual shade of chocolate brown were heaped next to the sink. The glass screen was wet, droplets running its length.

  “He could have waited for me,” Teddy whinged. He took a quick shower, scrubbing his skin clean with a long loofah and grapefruit-scented gel. After toweling down he discovered a packaged toothbrush and a fresh razor behind the towels. Teddy grinned at his own reflection. The hospitality did not send the message that he wasn’t wanted. Quite the opposite. By the time he was done, the scent of bacon frying drifted up the stairs.

  “Damn. I might never leave.” Teddy yanked on his leathers but didn’t bother with a shirt or shoes. He left the fly only partially buttoned. His nose led him to the kitchen where Adrian scooped rashers of crispy bacon from a pan to a waiting plate.

  “I hope some of that is for me,” Teddy said.

  Adrian, fully dressed in uniform, whirled around. “For fuck’s sake! Give a guy some warning. For a big bloke you sure can move quietly.” Adrian stopped talking and stared. His lips parted and he ran his tongue along the lower one.

  “Like what you see?” Teddy smirked and took a seat at the small kitchen table. He stretched out his legs. The leather of his pants melded to his thighs.

  “I— Fuck!” A couple of rashers dropped to the floor. Adrian scooped them up and tossed them in the trash.

  “You sure scrub up fine in that uniform.” Teddy grinned as Adrian’s face pinked. “Though it would be more fun getting you out of it.”

  Adrian scooped bacon and scrambled eggs onto two plates. He shoved one in front of Teddy.

  “Eat.”

  “Yes, sir.” Teddy tucked in and moaned happily. His morning got even better when a mug of coffee arrived at his elbow.

  Adrian took a seat and began to eat his food in silence. Teddy watched him closely. Adrian fidgeted in his chair as if he couldn’t get comfortable.

  “Still feeling me?”

  “Yes, you asshole! I’m covered in fucking bruises and my ass feels like it got drilled by a two by four.”

  Teddy crunched on some bacon. “It’ll be my pleasure to keep those marks fresh, baby.”

  Adrian tossed his fork down with a clatter. “Last night was a mistake.”

  “Didn’t seem like a mistake to me,” Teddy said.

  “It can’t happen again.” The slight tick in Adrian’s jaw said otherwise.

  “It can and it will. Now we’ve finally stopped pussyfooting around each other I ain’t letting you go. You want this as much as me.”

  Adrian shook his head. “Bullshit.”

  Teddy slurped his coffee. “I knew as soon as you came to help with Rogue’s brat.”

  “He was hurt. Needed help. That’s what I do.”

  “Nope. You would have sent a deputy for anyone else. I called you and you came.”

  Adrian shoved his chair back and stood. Teddy grabbed him and pulled him onto his lap so their faces were inches apart. He cupped Adrian’s head and pulled him forward for a kiss. There was no gentleness, just an aggressive duel of teeth and tongues. Teddy hissed as Adrian nipped at his split lip.

  “That reminds me. What the hell were you doing at The Oil Drum last night? You fixing to get yourself killed?” Teddy growled.

  Adrian pulled away, and this time Teddy let him move away.

  “None of your fucking business. Speaking of… I heard Rogue give you your marching orders. You out of The Wyverns?” Adrian asked.

  Teddy eyed him. “You asking as Sheriff Hayder?”

  “You do see what I’m wearing?”

  “Then I’ll use your words—none of your fucking business.”

  Adrian snarled. He piled dirty dishes next to the sink with a good deal of unnecessary clatter. “You can let yourself out. I have to get to work. Stay out of trouble. I don’t want your ass cluttering up my cells again today.”

  “I think you’re obsessed with my ass.”

  “Christ, you’re infuriating! Just stay out of my way.” Adrian grabbed his keys from the counter and slammed out of the door.

  Teddy took another sip of coffee and licked his lips. “Sorry, Sheriff, but I don’t think that’s gonna be possible.”

  Chapter Four

  Teddy chuckled at his own domesticity as he cleaned up Adrian’s house. He loaded the dishwasher with the dirty breakfast dishes and got it going. He set up the coffee pot with fresh grounds and water so that it was ready to go. After a bit of exploration he found fresh sheets, changed the bed and threw the soiled linens in the washer. Finally, he gave the bathroom a wipe round. Satisfied that everything was in order, Teddy parked himself at the kitchen table and used the landline to make a call.

  “It’s me,” he spoke when the line connected.

  “We saw you head off with the sheriff last night. What the hell did you think you were doing?” Rogue sounded grumpy.

  “Saving his ass from a beating.”

  “Why was he there?”

  “He wouldn’t tell me but I imagine he’s investigating the Knights of War.” Teddy’s knee bounced. “You all managed to avoid the cops?”

  Rogue snorted. “Of course. You still intend to stick to the plan?”

  “I’m going back this afternoon, see where it leads.”

  “Enough people heard you getting ditched but they’re still going to be suspicious.”

  “The whole situation stinks. The Knights of War ain’t like no biker gang I’ve ever seen.”

  “Agreed. Be careful. You’ll be on your own once you’re on the inside.”

  “Don’t I know it.” Teddy cleared his throat. “Uh, boss?”

  “Spill it, Teddy.”

  “Can you get one of the guys to keep an eye on Adrian… Sheriff Hayder. He’s got a nose for trouble and the last thing I need is him sniffing around.”

  “Sure. I’ll sort something. If he gets too close we’ll arrange a distraction. You worry about your own skin.”

  Teddy disconnected the call. What he wanted to do was get all stalker on Adrian’s fine ass. What he had to do was head back to The Oil Drum.

  * * * *

  Teddy approached the vicinity of the bar cautiously. He pulled up on the opposite side of the road to a gas station, where a dozen bikes were parked on its forecourt. Riders milled around knocking back tins of beer, pushing and shoving at each other. Teddy shook his head. “Gonna end up roadkill.” Men began to mount their machines and Teddy guessed they were all heading out somewhere. He pulled off his helmet and shades and crossed the road. As he approached the store, three men came out through the barred door clutching bags of chips. Teddy elbowed his way past, making sure to connect with some ribs. A sack of Cheetos exploded as it got crushed between its owner and Teddy. Orange powder sprayed everywhere. Teddy grabbed the bag and shoved a handful of cheesy treats into his mouth.

  “You cruising for an early grave, boy?”

  “Nope, but I am wanting to meet the leader of this crew. Which ain’t you, I’m guessing.” Teddy winked. The three men in front of him were uniformly greasy. Unkempt hair and beards. Patch-adorned leather and denim. Teddy caught sight of a swastika tattoo on the underside of a wrist and his blood ran cold.

  “Fuck off. Reiker don’t see no one uninvited.”

  “And there was me thinking you had half a brain.” Teddy sneered. He got jabbed in the chest.

  “We got places to be or I’d grind your ugly face into the dirt. Don’t go to sleep, boy, ’cause I’ll be back for you.”

  Teddy choked back a laugh. “Oh! So scary. See me shaking.”

  The three bikers shoved past him. Teddy stood on the shop step and watched, munching on his stolen Cheetos, as the crew pulled away. He walked unhurriedly back to his bike, rammed his helmet on his head then set off after them.

  The Knights of War kept up a steady pace, keeping to the main drag, gradually working their way south. Teddy expected them to head out into the desert but they veered off the highway into a run-down industrial area. Used car lots and wasteland were interspersed with factories
and machine sheds. Teddy hung back as the Knights of War crossed a series of railway tracks. There was no other traffic and no way that Teddy wouldn’t be seen. Sure enough, several riders circled around and took up position behind him and on his flanks. Soon he was surrounded and had no choice but to keep moving. The procession of bikes cruised through a set of gates into a walled yard. Teddy gazed up twenty feet or more to rolls of razor wire. The huge gates banged shut.

  I am so fucked. And not in a good way.

  Teddy turned off his ignition and kicked down his stand. He dismounted but stayed next to the bike while he pulled off his helmet. Taking in the scene, he saw plenty of signs that the Knights of War were no bikers.

  Fucking white supremacists. Bile rose in Teddy’s throat. He choked it down and concentrated on an outward appearance of calm. What the hell is going on?

  “Persistent fucker, aren’t you? Or do you just have a death wish?” The guy from the gas station got in Teddy’s face. Well, the difference in their height made that impossible but he was doing his best to be intimidating. Teddy decided to give him credit for effort. His breath stank so Teddy took a step back.

  “I told you what I wanted.” Teddy peered at the name badge on the man’s jacket. “Cutter. Now take me to the organ grinder because your monkey ass is getting on my last nerve.” It was a gamble but Teddy knew better than to show any fear. The Knights were a pack of animals sniffing out weakness. They’d savage him in an instant if they scented even a hint of apprehension. Aggression and arrogance were qualities they understood.

  “Bring him.” Cutter gestured, and a couple of men grabbed Teddy’s arms. Teddy could have shaken them off easily enough but he was greatly outnumbered and Cutter was taking him where he wanted to go.

  A barred metal door granted access to a huge open warehouse. The ceiling was crisscrossed with steel girders and at intervals huge hooks hung from hefty chains.

  “Used to be a slaughterhouse,” Cutter said. “Appropriate for what’s coming to you.”