by Mark Alders
“All right. I’ll go see him tomorrow…after our shift is done.” Nerves rose up inside Casey. Aside from the fact Bruce couldn’t help make a crack at him about exposing his arsehole, or for kissing him, he did feel determination wash over him, too. Yes. He would do it. Then a terrible thought struck him. Would the man accept his proposal? Rejection right now wouldn’t exactly be welcome, not after recent events, anyway. “Happy now?”
Bruce didn’t answer. He walked out the door which led to the car park. Casey caught himself, realising he was standing in the hallway alone for a good minute or more. He ran toward the door.
Somehow he suspected tonight’s shift would be the longest in history.
Chapter Eleven
Monday morning, after his shift was done, was cold. As were most these days. Casey’s nicotine inhaler had been thrown across to the passenger side of his car in disgust. No longer did the device appeal to him. He wanted something more substantial. Something more tangible. Something more responsive.
He wanted Jason.
Bruce hadn’t shut up all shift. Not even when they had caught a perp and he was cock docking with him to get a lead on any other shark who might be operating in the area, taking up the void Randy had left. Sharks always acted quick, seizing any opportunity.
Still, he was heading home after nine hours on the beat. He wasn’t tired, he didn’t sleep until well after breakfast, but he was anxious.
Would Jason even want to be boyfriends with a police officer? Not because he was once a criminal—no, far from it. What person in their right mind would want to fall in love with someone who went to work to face life-threatening danger every moment? Yes, it’s what Casey loved to do. But would someone else love him because of such a thing, too? Would someone open themselves up to be devastated when their lover never returned from his shift?
He had pulled to car into Jason’s driveway. He lived in a sort of council allotment in the lower class area of Jadebrook. At first, and before he saw the man strapped to Randy’s torture rack, he wouldn’t have been interested in a man who…well, who was unemployed with no prospects. But something about that night made him see Jason in a different light. Casey now saw Jason as the beautiful man he really was. Besides, if Bruce had welcomed him, even inviting him to dinner, too, then the man had to be good for him. Bruce was always an excellent judge of character.
He climbed out the car.
The front door to Jason’s home, a rusty flywire frame with no flywire, squeaked open. In the doorway was Jason, all beaming smiles and adorable glinting eyes. His arm bandaged, but other than that, nothing reminded him about the night in Randy’s dungeon. Thank fuck he would be all right after a couple of weeks of rest.
“I’m startin’ to think there’s a problem, officer,” Jason said with a chuckle. “I mean, do all police give the folk they’ve rescued this much attention? I’d say you’re spoiling me, if I didn’t know any better.”
Casey produced the flowers and chocolates he had picked up at a local 7-11. “You’re going to cry foul when I give you these?”
“What are they for?” Jason looked genuinely puzzled, his freckled brow creasing.
Casey swallowed hard. He might as well get on with it. Nothing to lose, now. “Because, I’m asking you out, silly.”
Jason’s smile was wiped from his face. “You’re what? You mean, you’re asking me to be your boyfriend?”
“Yeah. That’s generally what asking someone out means.”
For the longest time there was silence. Jason didn’t move, the doorway framing him to perfection, like a work of art. Casey was left holding the flowers, a dozen mixed possies and a box of chocolates with hazelnuts. How awkward was this? He fidgeted on the spot, waiting for Jason to say something. Do something.
Finally, Jason said, “About time you got some damn fuckin’ balls and asked me to be your squeeze. Now, come inside, don’t want Mamma to think I keep guests on the doorstep for no good reason.”
Casey sighed relief, realising he had been holding his breath. “You’re such a dick. You had me going for a moment then, you know?”
Jason let out a laugh, coming to embrace him. “I know.” He let go. Then, in one fluid motion, kissed Casey smack on his lips and with a tantalising glimpse of tongue, too. Enough to catch his tang, all erotic and welcome. When he parted, he added, “So where you taking me for our first date?”
Casey smiled, his lips still tingling from Jason’s affection. “Bruce has asked us both over to dinner at his place on Saturday night.”
“So, what, nothing between here and then?”
“Nothing planned.” Casey felt bad all of a sudden. Was there some etiquette he missed? Was he supposed to take Jason out today, fresh after his proposal? Such a thing wouldn’t be easy, not with him working night shifts, anyway. He wasn’t really free until the weekend.
Then Jason let out a guffaw which brought Casey back from his daydreaming. “We could just fuck. Suit me damn fine.”
Without thought, Casey said, “What about your mum. Where’s she?”
Jason’s eyes narrowed. He reached over and pulled Casey into his house with his good hand. “You’re so fuckin’ sweet and innocent, ain’t you? I’m going to have to change all that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Mamma’s gone with her friends out shopping. She has a bus come round once a week. It’s her little holiday away from these four walls. I’ve got the place to myself for a while. Good thing you turned up when you did.” Jason took the flowers and placed them into a vase of the coffee table. The chocolates next to them.
Casey looked around. The house was small, but neat and well furnished. Sure, nothing fancy, but then again, a chair was a chair and a bed was a bed. What did it matter where it was bought from? Jason continued, “Suppose you kiss me real deep and hard, Officer Watson, then we’ll go from there. All righty?”
Casey didn’t object to that idea one bit. He was already feeling his hardness against his jeans, the familiar pang of lust and need and something much, much deeper. He was feeling affection for the red-haired man standing in front of him, all smiles and so fucking cheeky he needed a good hard cock up his arse. “Be prepared, I’m going to arrest you and bring you in for questioning.”
Jason moaned. “Take me officer. I’ve been a fuckin’ bad, bad boy.”
Those words were all that needed to be spoken. Casey pounced, wrapping his arms tight around him, forcing him onto the sofa. Seconds after such a move, his hands were wandering all over Jason’s body. Both of them groaned with delight. With need. With want.
They kissed.
Casey conquered his boyfriend, sending in his tongue to part his red, warm lips. Jason accepted without hesitation. Soon, and with dizzy spells and moments of pure euphoria, they were naked, rubbing skin on skin. Cock against cock.
“Suck me then fuck me to death,” Jason whined, his voice pleading his eyes begging.
Casey kissed his lover’s cheeks. Then his neck. He made his way down his whole body, making sure he paid special attention to the parts of him which would arouse him even more. Nipples, stomach, and navel. Soon, he had Jason’s hardness in his hand, feeling its heat, its size, its beauty. The man was well endowed. So perfect. His mouth watered, retracting his foreskin, catching a glimpse of pre-cum dribble down from his slit.
Without any further hesitation, Casey took his man into his mouth, as deep as he could go considering this was his first blow job in a long time. Sure, he couldn’t get Jason’s dick in as far as he would have liked, but still, he gave it a good go. Sucking and slurping and enjoying what the man was blessed with.
When he came away, he could see quite clearly on Jason’s face that he had done a damn fine job. He was in heaven.
“Let me get the condom,” Casey whispered, trying not to break the mood, but letting his lover know he was being safe, that he cared for him on such a level he wouldn’t risk anything.
Jason groaned.
As deftly as he
could, Casey retrieved a condom and a tube of travel lube from his jeans’ pocket. He had retracted his own foreskin, and with trembling, anxious fingers, rolled the rubber down his length, making sure to pinch the air out of the reservoir at the end. He had to buy a larger headed condom, preferring Magnums, simply because his foreskin, being so long, required more room.
Once he had squirted the lube on himself, too, he shuffled himself so he could be in a better position to fuck his boyfriend. Jason had arched his back. The man was panting, waiting for Casey to do his worst or his best. In that moment, he got the impression Jason didn’t really care so long as there was cock deep and hard inside him.
Casey didn’t make him wait any longer.
With a scream of ecstasy from Jason, and a guttural and ever so manly moan from Casey, they connected. Casey felt like he was going to explode straight away, his stomach quivering, his hands and feet tingling. Having a man, all tight and beautiful around his cock was the best feeling on Earth. He could stay like this forever, never wanting to pull out. “You like that?”
“Yes, officer! Oh, fuck yes! Arrest me. Fucking arrest my arse and haul me in until I blow my load all over myself.” Jason’s voice was a mere whisper, but the words he spoke were clear. He needed this just as much as Casey did.
Soon Casey gained a rhythm. His heartbeat pounded loud in his ears, a sure sign he was approaching the point of no return. He leant forward, parting Jason’s legs wider so he could kiss his lover while he was inside him. Jason took a moment to fathom what Casey wanted, but eventually he understood. Sure, this was their first time, but to Casey, their connection felt comfortable. Natural. Wonderful.
They kissed again.
For what seemed an eternity, but probably only a few moments of anxious and nerve-filled love making, they stayed connected, working as one toward the same goal. Completion and validation by both of their orgasms.
Casey pushed himself in as deep as he could go, the final act before he would climax. Jason groaned, opening his legs wider, writhing in pleasure and spurring Casey on even more. Many times he tried to grip Jason, hold him in a bear hug. Their sweat, their heat, made such a thing almost impossible. In the end, and just before Casey could feel his balls tighten to the point where he knew his cum would burst out of his cock, he parted his kiss.
At that moment, Jason came.
Thick, white ribbons of cum laced over his stomach and chest. The sight was awesome, and one which sealed the deal for Casey. He came, too.
A short moment after his orgasm, and with his mind focused on one thing and one thing only, his Jason, he collapsed.
“You’re fuckin’ good,” Jason whispered into Casey’s ear, coming to hold him, bring him even closer.
“You’re not worried?”
“About what, Casey?”
“Call me Case. All my friends do.”
There was a moment of pause, a moment of Jason’s hands running over Casey’s back, feeling him right down to his buttocks. “Sure, but what are you talkin’ about?”
“You going to be all right about me being a cop and all.”
Jason let out another wonderful chuckle, one which sent butterflies fluttering about inside him. “Damn sure I am all right with it. I mean, I know I’m going to be all good ‘cause I’ve got you to protect me. How many other blokes can say they have that? Not fuckin’ many.”
“I could be hurt…or worse, killed, while I’m on the job. You understand that, don’t you?”
Jason pushed Casey away, looking him deep in the eyes. “You’ve got folk who care for you, that’s all you need. Don’t worry about the ifs and buts. Worry about right now. Worry about making the both of us happy. Heck, I’ve even made progress, too.”
Now Casey was curious. “You have? What have you done?”
Jason beamed a smile. “I’ve enrolled back into school. I’m going to study engineering, just like I wanted to way back before I went off the rails.”
Casey hugged him tight, the news of Jason going back to study was even better than making love to him…almost. “That’s awesome.”
“I’m glad you think so. Now, my turn to give you one, good and hard. Then we’re even and we can start again.”
Casey couldn’t help but smile. “I see. So you’re point scoring, are you?”
“Darn fuckin’ straight. Now, bend over for me, Case. I got me a hankerin’ for some cop arse and you’re the only one in easy reach.”
A split second after Jason has said those words, Casey broke his embrace and began tickling him. Soon, both were on the floor in fits of laughter. Kissing, groping, both getting hard again.
“I think we’re going to be all right, you and me.” He couldn’t help but become overwhelmed with joy. A feeling he hadn’t had for a long time. Goodbye inhaler. Hello spit and cum swapping.
Jason reached over for another condom, something he found awkward with his left hand, seeing as his other one was still tender from the gunshot wound. “I don’t doubt it. Oh, and I’m glad I got tortured and all that shit, because it meant a wonderful bloke like you could come and rescue me.”
“Just shut the fuck up and get that cock of yours into my arse,” Casey said, as cheeky as he could muster and emulating Jason all in the one go.
Jason’s eyes opened wide. “Why you bastard, just you wait.”
Casey couldn’t help but smile. He was glad he had found Jason in the dungeon. He was also glad he had the support of the Sarge, his work partner Bruce, and now his boyfriend. He had a feeling, deep down, he would need all the help he could get as his reputation spread amongst the underworld, and even the force for that matter. Having a magical foreskin wasn’t something he could keep a secret forever.
He shook those thoughts from his mind. One thing Jason said he was right about. Casey would worry about the future when the future happened. For the here and now he was in the arms of a beautiful man. Life couldn’t be more perfect.
Watch for more Casey Watson stories coming soon…
About the Author
My name is Mark Alders. I live in a house. This house has a street in front of it which is a good thing because if it didn’t I wouldn’t be able to drive down to the shop and purchase the chocolate I need on a daily basis *giggle* Seriously, I am a mild mannered post office worker by day and an erotic romance writer (mainly male/male) at night. Not much else to say other than, like everyone else, I have bills to pay, a mortgage and family that I love and drive me crazy all at the same time. Oh, and I have a dog, too! See? Average Joe…except when I get down and write…then I let my imagination go to places I never knew existed and my characters invade my mind.