by LL Dahlin
Scott watched him walk away and knew he had no right to be angry at anyone but himself. He’d pushed Bailey away because he didn’t think he’d be able to handle how it would be when the man worked out whatever he was trying to work through and went back to his normally scheduled programming. It was dumb to be upset because he was looking into other people to get his questions answered.
Bailey and Eric had rainbow shots lined up in front of them. Different alcohols in the seven shades of the rainbow and the two men were acting so chummy it was hard to believe they’d just met tonight. They seemed to be talking between downing the colored shots and Scott decided to leave them to it. He was going to walk away. Scott put one foot in front of the other but found himself standing in the small space between the men he was supposed to be walking away from.
“Hey, Scott,” Eric said when finished his shot, set his glass down and turned to say something to Bailey.
“Eric,” Scott said with a nod. Although he had walked over to where these two men looked like they were having a good time getting to know each other he had nothing else to say, but he wanted to know what Bailey would do.
“Want to sit down with us?” Eric started to get up from his seat.
“I’m sure Scott is just passing through.” Bailey held on to Eric’s arm lightly as he tried to stand.
Eric looked at Bailey for a few minutes and then back at Scott with a sigh. “I have to get back to the stage for a few but keep an eye on my drinks. I’ll be back with more guesses on my next break.” Eric smiled as Bailey let the man go and then turned his attention back to his drinks.
“Can I have a water?” Bailey called out to the bartender.
“Come get it yourself. You are working here now so you know where the glasses are.” Ira was a five foot five blond dynamo that had more energy than everyone in the room put together and knew more trivia than anyone Scott had ever met or heard of. He walked off while looking at Bailey as he walked away, but then returned quickly with his water. “Last call is in an hour, so I don’t want you and your fine ass back here taking my tips.”
Ira stood in front of them and looked between the both of them. Scott thought about what to add at this moment but came up blank.
“What can I get for you, hottie?” Ira said as he wiped down the bar. He’d called him that since the first day they’d met and the man decided Scott looked like him but with a darker complexion and hair.
“Nothing, man, I’m just going to say a couple things to my buddy here and then go.” Scott pointed his thumb at Bailey.
Ira smiled as he studied them. “Well, if you change your mind, let me know.” The dynamo walked away more slowly than Scott had ever seen or maybe he was just in a rush say something to Bailey and change the way things were going between them.
Scott opened his mouth and hoped he was going to say the right thing.
“I get it, Scott. You used to have a thing for me when you were younger, but now you don’t. No hard feelings,” Bailey said, looking into the shot glasses, but picking up the glass of water and drinking three-fourths of it down in a few swallows.
“That’s not what I was going to say.” Scott turned to Bailey and almost caught his breath when the green eyes he had remembered for years glanced at him. It took a few minutes to get himself together to say what he wanted. Scott picked up Bailey’s water and took a drink and he heard the beginning of Bailey’s deep, soft chuckle.
Scott put the drink down and looked up and down the bar. It really was late and it was the find and fuck hour. If magic, in the way of an orgasm, was going to happen as a duet instead of the solo five knuckle shuffle tonight these yokels would get started making their deals in the next few minutes.
“Well, then what were you going to say because I was sitting here with someone who had no hang ups or whatever you’re feeling about spending a bit of time with me.” Bailey looked back into his drink, but quickly looked back at him like he decided to put him on the spot.
Scott cleared his throat as he looked around to see who was paying attention to them. It didn’t seem like anyone but Ira had focused on the two of them. The bartender was trying hard to seem like he was not interested in what was going on at the end of the bar, but he was betraying that by cleaning the hell out of that one glass while staying still and mastering his art of information by peripheral vision. “I don’t really want to talk here as it’s the place that we both work, but I will if you want.”
“As long as whatever you have to say isn’t going to end with you telling me some bullshit and then you scurry around being everywhere that I’m not.” Bailey had a slight smile on his face, but Scott recognized the look as one of frustration as there was no joy in that grimace.
“It’s not,” Scott said as he stood up. “I’ll drive you home.”
“I haven’t had that much to drink. Come on, Scott. I’m 6 foot 3 and my scale tips higher than 245 pounds. A few drinks aren’t enough to put me close to the legal limit that would make me unqualified for me to drive.”
Scott stood up and moved behind Bailey’s chair. “Hand over your keys or prepare to be frisked until I find them.”
“Are you serious?” Bailey turned his head to look at Scott.
“I’m as serious as I’ve ever been. There is no way we get this far and you get into an accident. Ollie wouldn’t ever forgive me if that happened.” Scott closed his eyes briefly and held his breath, but Bailey didn’t say anything about that statement and Scott knew he was going to have to get his emotions in order or who the hell knew what else he’d spouted out of his mouth.
Bailey moved out of his stool away from Scott, put on his jacket, pulled out his wallet and put a good number of bills on the bar and walked toward the door. Scott had no idea why he was so puzzled, but he didn’t think Bailey would give in that easy. He followed him out the door and didn’t bother looking around. At this point he’d already shown that he was full of fucks to give when it came to this man and he didn’t want anyone to ask any questions.
Scott had learned a lot in his time as a police officer about people and anticipating their moves, but spending time trying to figure out what he was going to say and how this was going to work between him and Bailey must have totally thrown him off. He looked up and saw he was following the large man to the alley behind the bar.
“What the—”
Bailey spun around and pushed Scott against the wall. “No.”
Shaking his head, he tried to recall what Bailey was asking because he didn’t recall asking him anything since they’d come outside. “No, what?”
“I’m not giving you my keys, and I’m driving home.”
Scott couldn’t believe this. He knew the man was probably tipsy but he didn’t know if Bailey was belligerent after a few drinks or just playful. “It’s not going to happen. I know you think you’re stronger than I am, but I’ll whoop your ass and put you in cuffs before you can finish your next sentence.”
“I don’t believe that.” Bailey’s eyes crinkled as he smiled and it brought the heat Scott was feeling down a few notches.
“Are you playing with me?”
“You offered to do something if I said no to your order. I didn’t want you to do it inside the bar, but now I’m wondering if you’d actually go through with it so I’m telling you no out here.” Bailey was towering over Scott.
“I’m not like I was before you left. I can take you, but it’s not going to be pretty. You’re a big guy so unless you feel like getting roughed up I suggest we get in the car and go home.”
Bailey moved closer. “If you want my keys, officer then you’ll have to find and take them.”
Scott could see the look on Bailey’s face because of the light that came around the corner and shone in Bailey’s direction. The man was breathing deep and slightly more labored than he had been previously and he wondered what kind of fantasies Bailey stroked off too because this seemed to be doing it for him. Scott used one of the techniques Bailey had taught hi
m years ago. He got low and stood up quickly, knocking the wind out of the large man towering over him before pushing him back. Scott worked his way behind Bailey and pushed him against the wall, kicking his legs so they were spread apart as he took out his cuffs. Bailey put up a fight as Scott cuffed the arm that was resting against the wall and pulled it behind him.
“Huh, I wasn’t expecting you to actually have the cuffs on you, but I wasn’t expecting you to hit me in the diaphragm either, but I should have. I taught you that. Didn’t I?”
“When you’re in the disadvantage you have to use what you can and maybe you did.” Scott was a little winded, but he wasn’t sure if it was because he was grappling with a large man in an alleyway or because he was doing it with his cock harder than it had been since he was a teen waking up in the middle of a wet dream. “Hand me your other wrist.”
Bailey waited a few seconds and when he didn’t move Scott figured he must want more. He wrenched the cuffed arm, he had higher than it had been before, but not too much as he didn’t want to fuck up the man’s good shoulder. Bailey brought the arm down and Scott was glad because he was holding the pressure pretty high on the captured arm, but Scott wasn’t going to back down. He’d been raised with the boy that became this man and he knew how his mind worked. Well, he used to know how his mind worked.
“Bring your arm back to me with your thumb up.” Scott said, trying to anticipate Bailey’s next move. It wasn’t his plan to fuck the man in the alley, but the adrenaline mixed with being with Harold Fucking Bailey was too much. Bailey was bringing his hand down slowly but leaned back and cupped Scott’s cock and curled around his balls through the denim pants he wore.
“Bailey. Fuck.” Scott closed his eyes and breathed in. He was thankful that this wasn’t where they put the trash because that would mean it would smell like hell back here and there would be more of an opportunity for someone to find them playing whatever the hell they were playing outside the club.
“Search me.” The voice was quiet, needy and so hot it caused warmth to radiate through his body. Bailey squeezed his cock hard enough to make Scott want to whimper. Not in pain, but with pleasure. He held his hand just right and he wondered if Bailey had more experience than he was letting on.
“Place your hands against the wall and don’t move it until I say so,” Scott said in his most commanding voice and could hear his cuffs swinging to hit the brick wall because Bailey had gotten them up there so quickly. He stood so close to Bailey that he’d have to feel his hard on against his back and he rubbed his full thick cock against the seam of Bailey’s ass. “If you want to play, Bailey all you had to do is ask.”
“I did that in every way, but words. You said you needed your space and I’m trying to respect that, but don’t think I don’t know you ran over here because you thought I was trying to ‘experiment’ as you say, with someone else.”
Scott slowed his rubbing and thought about what he wanted to admit and what he’d been thinking of saying. He opened his mouth and tried to measure the words that exited but in the end, nothing came out and he closed his mouth.
“Deny it and I’m done. I get you’ve got some hang up when it comes to me, but you don’t get to stop anything I’m doing just because you don’t want me playing with someone else. I’m not a bone to play tug of war with,” Bailey said over his shoulder.
“I was going to say that I’m not denying that Mark called me and told me you were here and the sharks were swimming around you.” Scott had his hands on Bailey’s hips but there was nothing professional about the way he was standing. His cock was still in contact with Bailey’s body and only a few layers of clothes separated him from the warm skin he ached to lick…suck…bite.
“I don’t think they were sharks and I wasn’t in any danger, but since that wasn’t a denial, I guess you can continue your search. Carry on, officer.”
Chapter 13
Bailey was in no way too drunk to drive, but he was enjoying watching Scott get all worked up… in more than one way. The date he’d gone on had been a bust, just like he knew it would be, and while Candy was just as sweet as her name implied, he had absolutely no interest in her.
“Spread your legs more.” Scott’s voice was raspy like he’d not talked for a long while.
Just words like that coming from Scott made it impossible to calm himself down. It had been a fantasy of his to make out against a wall in an alleyway with Scott since he learned the man was a cop. ‘Spread your legs more’ was definitely in the script for when he had his cock in his hand and his thoughts on the man behind him. He did what was asked of him and wondered how far Scott would go.
“Did you scope this place out earlier?” Scott asked as he slowly put his arms around Bailey’s body to feel at his belt buckle before sliding his hands around the perimeter of his waist.
Trying to think while living his fantasy was difficult, to say the least. “Yes. I saw this place and heard there are no cameras and practically no traffic. I didn’t think I’d get a chance to use it, but it’s good to know your surroundings.”
A grunt was all Scott offered as an answer to that. He was moving his hands up over Bailey’s pecs from the back and it almost felt like a hug he was moving so slow. Scott returned his hands to Bailey’s belt and then did the same movement, but slid his arms up his back and around his collar.
“It must take you forever to frisk someone.” Bailey was enjoying the contact but he was not as big on the teasing touches. He wanted the hard, rough touch he’d imagine that would come with being with a man. Dishing it out was easy for him because he controlled the pace, and he’d often gone this slow, but he had been hard since Scott walked up and he could smell the tension scented pheromones radiating from him.
“Are you rushing me, Bailey?” Scott’s voice was deeper and smokier than it usually was and Bailey pushed out his ass to bump him. Hurry him along. Something. It must have worked because Scott patted his way down one leg and then the other before coming up to feel around his crotch in one sliding move from the back. “What do we have here?”
It was a classic porn line and Bailey couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “I don’t know officer, but if it’s illegal, then it’s not mine.”
“Possession is nine-tenths of the law.” Scott moved his hand along the outline of his cock firmly creating a sweet friction that drew his balls up tight and made the fit of his jeans just that much more uncomfortable. It was almost impossible not to thrust against his hand. “I’m going to have to check this out.”
Scott opened up the belt, released some of the buttons on his fly and Bailey let go a loud sigh.
“I’m sure that feels better, doesn’t it, buddy?”
“It does, officer, thanks for your help.” Bailey wanted to watch what Scott was doing, but the lighting was spotty and he was facing a wall so it was all shadows. This whole situation had him hyperalert. His body was sensitive regularly, but not like this. Scott reaching into his shorts and bringing his cock and balls through the flap in the front of his underwear was so pleasurable it was almost painful.
“I do what I can to help those in need.” Scott finally got Bailey out the way he wanted him to be because Scott gripped Bailey’s cock the way he imagined he gripped himself. Firm and no nonsense at the base. Bailey almost whimpered, but he didn’t. He held that breath and waited.
The first stroke was slow and Bailey let the breath he was holding out in a slow hiss as he attempted to keep himself together.
“So getting jerked off by an officer in a dirty alleyway does it for you, Bailey?”
The words should have been embarrassing, but they weren’t. Bailey looked down at Scott’s hand gripping his cock while he stood off balance with his hands against the brick wall. “Yes.”
“I wouldn’t have figured you for it, but now that I know… I want to make it worth your while.”
Just hearing what this was should have made him cringe, but the way it was spoken was like a caress more than a repri
mand. It’s possible he was reading this wrong, but he was too amped up to do more than grunt out a response as Scott’s movements grew tighter and faster as he ground his hard cock against Bailey’s ass.
“It seems you like it too,” Bailey said as he started fucking into his friend’s tight fist.
“Oh, there’s not much about you I don’t like, but I imagine you know that. You’ve always known that.” Scott’s strokes were rougher than Bailey would have done for himself, but it was gritty and dirty like their location and fuck, if the fact he was with Scott wasn’t hiking this experience up to extreme proportions.
“I used to be able to set the sunrise on it, but lately I’m not too sure,” Bailey huffed out. He could feel Scott’s hard cock against his ass as he ground against him and he was surrounded by the smaller man. He put his hand on top of the one Scott was stroking his cock to help moderate, but he didn’t know what he wanted…to draw this out or to come right now.
“Move your hand away from your cock. You may touch it when I tell you too.” Scott growled from behind him.
That shouldn’t have made his balls draw up tight or his body tense up, but the authority in the tone was exactly the way he’d imagined when he pulled his own cock thinking of something like this. He moved his hand behind him to the spot Scott was rubbing his cock against him and held his hand against the hardness in Scott’s pants. There wasn’t more he could do with his body seized up like it was preparing to shatter.
“You’re almost there, Bailey. Fuck my hand and come.”
The words and the tugs made it hard for him to breath and impossible to answer, but his body decided to obey the command. Bailey answered every pull of Scott’s hand with a thrust of his own even though it seemed like he was going so fast and his heart was trying to catch up. Then, when he didn’t think his body could go for any more, the tension crashed and the pleasure of release spurted out to coat the brick wall with thick, white splatters. It took a minute for his body to stop heaving and contracting. His body felt spent and empty when he was done and working on catching his breath.