by Tatum Throne
Cole’s words were calm and stung painfully. “You can still trust me.”
“Can I?”
Bane hesitated, watching the sunlight wink out. He felt his heart fade with the light, breaking completely. Bane wanted to grab onto to Cole and hold him tight, but he knew he couldn’t. Cole needed space to process the fact that his Dom wasn’t experienced with men. “Yes. There’s nothing else that I’ve kept from you.”
Cole sighed, running his hand through his hair. “How do I know this just isn’t a phase for you?”
“Ouch.”
“Try to see it from my perspective, Bane. How would you feel if you just found out that your lover was playing around with being gay?”
“I’m not playing with you, Cole. And I’m not playing around with being gay.”
“Bullshit.”
Bane muscled Cole up against the rail, using his size to take control. Bane slipped his thigh between Cole’s legs, pinning their hips together. “What do you want me to prove, Cole? That I’m really gay? That I only want your cock in my mouth? That I only want my cock in your ass?”
Cole’s mouth dropped open as Bane came in so close that their lips were nearly touching.
“Scared of loving me?” Bane taunted.
“I’m afraid of you leaving me.”
Bane could feel the heat of Cole’s cock beneath his jeans. The tip of Cole’s cockhead pushed over the top of his jeans, landing just beneath his navel. “So you want to push me away?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t have gotten involved with you had I known that I was your first.”
Everything around Bane came into sharp focus. He wasn’t going to let Cole walk away with such flimsy excuses. “Liar.”
“I don’t like to be someone’s experimental phase.”
Bane growled, grabbing the length of climbing rope from porch. Bane pulled Cole away from the rail, walking him backward off the porch. He didn’t stop until Cole was pinned to the soft grass beneath his feet. Bane straddled his hips.
“You are not a fucking experimental phase for me.”
“Prove it.”
Cole gasped as Bane reached down unsnapping the fly of Cole’s jeans, yanking them down his hips and off his legs. Bane took Cole down to the ground with a controlled fall. He flipped Cole over and grabbed the rope, using it to methodically tie Cole up. He hog tied Cole, tying his ankles up to expose his ass. When Cole was tied up perfectly, Bane stepped back to undress. He came back down to Cole, shoving his face into the crack of his ass.
“Oh, Bane.”
“I know you want me,” Bane said.
“I want everything with you.”
Bane loved to hear Cole beg for more. Bane licked out, flicking his tongue over Cole’s rim. He attacked Cole’s rim with everything he always wanted and so much more. Bane kissed his way down Cole’s perineum, kissing Cole’s big balls. Cole’s swollen cock was pointed south toward Bane.
As Bane looked down at Cole’s prick, his mouth began to water. He leaned down, swiping his tongue from Cole’s cockhead to his balls. Cole moaned. His muscles flexed tight as he waited for Bane to do more. Bane leaned down, sliding his prick up and down between Cole’s ass cheeks. The tip of Bane’s cockhead hit Cole’s rim over and over as he punished Cole with his hard dick. Pre-cum lubed Bane’s cock and Cole’s ass. Bane yanked away, using his tongue to lube Cole’s rim again.
Bane leaned back on his haunches, searching out his jeans. As a Dom he was always prepared to take his sub. He found the small bottle of lube tucked in the front pocket of his jeans. Cole groaned when he heard the flip of the lube bottle echo within the darkness. Bane lubed his fingers. He pushed his first finger slowly into Cole’s ass. Cole groaned as Bane fucked his lover with his finger. Bane pulled his finger out and shoved two back inside Cole’s ass. Cole moaned for more as Bane used his fingers like his cock.
“You love my fingers stuffed inside of you. You love me fucking you with my fingers.”
A moan of desperation tore from Cole’s lips as Bane pulled his fingers from Cole’s ass. Bane grabbed the bottle of lube again. Bane palmed his cock, lubing it fast. Bane bit his lip as he edged his cockhead over Cole’s rim, stretching him with the tip of his cockhead as he pushed inside.
“I don’t have any confusion about my sexual orientation. I love cock and I love ass even more.”
Bane slowly pushed his cock into Cole’s ass and didn’t stop thrusting until his big cock was stuffed all the way into Cole’s ass, stretching his lover wide. Bane used his knees as leverage, wrapping his arms beneath Cole’s roped legs. He fucked Cole hard, thrusting with quick, short strokes that slapped their bodies together. Bane loved the sound of their loving echoing off into the night. Bane fisted his hands into the rope, using it to anchor their bodies together. Cole’s challenge to prove things had Bane losing control. With each slapping hit of their bodies connecting, Cole moaned and begged for more.
His heart raced as Bane felt his cock kick out hard. He knew he was about to come deep inside his lover. Tears pricked Bane’s eyes as he thought about how this was the last time he’d have Cole. Bane cried out as his orgasm tore through his entire body, sending his spunk flying deep inside Cole. Bane pulled his cock out of Cole, shooting his cum over Cole’s ass and back. Bane was shaking as he came down from the hard ride. He rolled Cole to his side, searching his swollen cock out beneath the moonlight. Cole jumped when Bane palmed his prick, polishing his cockhead with his palm.
This would be their last time together. Bane reached around, untying Cole’s legs from the restraint. He kept the rest of the rope knotted down tight around Cole’s chest and arms. Bane wrapped his arm beneath one of Cole’s legs, positioning his mouth over Cole’s throbbing cockhead. Bane moaned in unison with Cole as he sucked Cole’s cock into his mouth and deep within his throat. He gripped Cole’s shaft, keeping control of Cole as he sucked him off. Cole flexed his hips, rocking his cock in and out of Bane’s mouth. Bane pulled suddenly away, releasing Cole’s cock. Cole groaned when his cock slapped against his abdomen, sending a shot of pre-cum up over his flexed abs.
Bane reached for the lube, stroking Cole’s cock roughly. He straddled Cole’s hips, positioning his rim above Cole’s swollen cockhead. He sat down roughly, taking Cole all the way in with one move. Cole cried out as his cock was shoved so deeply into Bane’s ass. Bane reached between his legs, wrapping his hands around the rope that held his sub hostage. Bane used the rope to control how and when Cole thrust his prick.
Their eyes locked within the soft glow of the moonlight. Cole was so twisted up that his mouth was parted and his breath raced. Bane took Cole hard, using the rope as leverage as he rode his lover.
“Bane…I’m coming.”
Bane grabbed the ropes, tightening his hold as Cole flexed his cock deep within his ass. “Come for me.”
Cole cried out, shoving his vibrating cock deeper into Bane’s ass. When Cole had finally come down from his high, Bane released him from the rope. Bane stood within the moonlight, finding his clothes.
“Was that enough proof for you?” Bane asked.
“Bane…I…”
“I should go. You wanted me to go.”
“Bane, please. Don’t do this.”
“I can’t prove to you that I’m gay. That’s something you need to decide upon. I’ve done all I can.”
“Bane.”
“I’m leaving.”
Bane couldn’t believe he was walking away from Cole after such a long session. He knew he wasn’t doing his job as a Dom by not taking care of his sub after their session. Bane had something he needed to prove to Cole. This was the only way he knew how to drive his point home. Their gazes locked. It was then that Bane knew that he loved Cole, but they would never be together again.
Chapter Eight
Rain sprinted over the car’s windows. The city was covered in a gray wash of rain and fog rolling off the river. Cincinnati had a habit of feeling a lot like England with all the rain in the summer mon
ths. Mars sat in the back of the car probably wondering if they were ever going to go inside headquarters. Bane couldn’t get motivated to get out of the car with the rain coming down so hard.
Bane closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the headrest. He woke up that morning, crying out for Cole as he fucked himself against his mattress and pillow. His orgasm and spunk flowing from his cock had awakened him. Both of his hands had been gripping his cock. The tears that followed had been gut wrenching. He cried hard for a man who was never going to come back to him again. He almost called in sick to work, but he needed the distraction.
There was a break in the rain. Tears misted Bane’s eyes as he got out of the car, opening the back door for Mars. He headed up the back entrance, hitting the security keypad to get inside. Bane walked through the department with Mars at his side, secretly looking for Trent who would be with Cole. Over the last several days, Bane had expected Cole to call, but he never did. The dead air between them was really starting to get on Bane’s nerves. He knew he had to win Cole back but he didn’t know how. Cole wanted space and Bane was giving him a lot of it. They were up to a week’s worth of space that was starting to feel a lot like a breakup. Bane wasn’t ready to let go of Cole so easily. He wasn’t ready to give up on what they had together. They were good together. They got along great. It felt like they were on the same wavelength.
He went to his office where he dropped off his jacket. He needed to find Trent. They had some things they needed to take care of today. Bane glanced down at Mars. He yawned and sat down on his doggie pad.
“Come on, buddy. We both have work to do.”
Mars hopped up, wagging his tail into the desk. Bane went through the maze of offices on the second floor, not finding Trent anywhere. He went downstairs. He was probably in a meeting.
Everything slowed down as Bane crossed the hallway in front of a conference room filled with police officers. There were floor-to-ceiling windows separating Bane from the room. Cole was at the front of the room interpreting the meeting. Cole’s gaze flew to the windows.
Their eyes locked.
Bane’s heart hiccupped in a funny way. He slowed, checking his watch on his wrist. He really needed to talk to Trent anyway about the situation all fucked up within the K-9 department. They wanted Mars to retire. Bane wasn’t ready to give him up in the field. He had at least another year left of service. The conference room was quick to clear out. Mars sat down by his feet. Trent was the last to exit with Shadow at his side. Cole was at his side. He stood near Bane’s shoulder so that Trent could read his signs.
“Do you have a few minutes?” Bane asked.
“Sure. I’m on my way downstairs to check on the new dog. He just flew in with Officer Mink. He’s from Holland,” Trent said.
All of their K-9 dogs came from Europe due to their excellent bloodlines. Mink went every few years to Europe to pick up a new dog to train. “Is he another Belgium Malinois?”
“Yep.”
Cole wouldn’t meet his gaze. That burned more than Bane wanted to admit. Bane didn’t like to be ignored, but there was nothing he could do about it now. They headed toward the back stairwell where they cut through the basement walkway, past the training center, and over to the K-9 department. The warehouse was usually busy at this time of day and it was. The garage doors were open to the outside. Officer Mink had the new pup outside, running in the sunshine. They had an outside grass-covered training area for the dogs to run. The six-foot-high security fence kept anyone from getting out or in. Trent tossed a ball out the door for Shadow to chase after.
Bane grabbed one of the chew ropes from the bin and tossed it across the room for Mars.
“What’s up?” Trent asked.
Bane crossed his arms. “I think Mars has another year left in him.”
Out of the corner of Bane’s eye, he saw Cole’s hand moving with his words.
“This is standard procedure. Mars is almost nine years old. You can purchase him for a dollar. You won’t be losing him.”
Pain shot through Bane’s heart as he thought about losing his lover and his K-9 partner all in the same week. “I am losing him. I trust him completely in the field.”
“I’ll be setting you up with Chester. He’s gone through all the training. He’s ready.”
“Chester doesn’t get along well with Mars. I can’t have two dogs in the house who don’t like each other.”
Trent ran a hand through his hair. They had wandered over to the edge of the open garage doors. Bane looked across the room at Mars who was happily chewing on his rope. This was about so much more than just Mars but he wasn’t ready to admit it to himself. The new pup came running over to Mars who immediately started to play with the dog. Mars rolled onto his back taking the submissive position so that the pup could roughhouse on top of him.
“I guess you’ll have Dre then.”
“The puppy?” Bane asked.
“As soon as Mink is done training him, he’s yours. Mars will have to retire then.”
“What about Chester?”
“We may have to retrain him,” Trent said.
That gave Bane another eight more months in the field with Mars. It was more than he expected. The puppy ran off into the yard, chasing a butterfly. “Okay then.”
“We still need to go over the incident report from RAT,” Trent said.
“Not interested.”
“I don’t want London down here screaming for your ass to be sent for retraining. You have to jump through this hoop with me,” Trent said.
“Not happening.”
“You can’t blow this off. It’s not going to go away.”
“If you ignore things long enough, sometimes they will,” Bane said.
“We’ve been friends for a long time, Bane. This is not the time to screw me over with this.”
“I’m not.”
“Like hell you’re not,” Trent said.
The heat of his raised voice got Bane’s attention fast. They were often known to butt heads, but they usually didn’t do it in such a public forum. “Maybe we should take this to your office.”
“I think that would be a good idea,” Trent said.
Bane went over to Officer Mink. “Can Mars and Shadow hang with Dre for a few minutes? I need to talk with Trent.”
“Sure, no problem. I’m going to be out here for a while. I’ll let them have some playtime.”
“Great. Thanks.”
Trent’s office was two floors up. It was small, but there was enough room for them to move around. Bane shut the door behind them. The click of the door was like a bell sounding for a MMA fight. Cole was off to Bane’s side.
“Don’t push me on this issue,” Trent said.
“RAT can kiss my ass, Trent. You and I both know that Seth has his hands on too many things with SWAT.”
“You’re going to have to discuss this incident with him.”
“Even a broken clock is right twice a day. It doesn’t mean he’s going to be right all the time on all the issues that affect SWAT.”
“Then take this up with him.”
“No.”
“London is the only thing standing between you and Internal Affairs on this thing. So, fucking deal with him.”
Bane was feeling emotionally strung out. He wasn’t sleeping at night. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw bags under his eyes. His appetite was shot. Nothing tasted good. Nothing sounded good. He was eating to live. He couldn’t think about anything other than the fact that Cole didn’t want him any longer. The stuff with RAT didn’t matter. Nothing mattered to him anymore. All he wanted was Cole, and he wasn’t coming back to him anytime soon.
“If London wants to go to IA, that’s fine with me. Fucking bring it on.”
“Why are you stuck on not cleaning up this incident?” Trent asked.
“Because I made the right fucking call to send the guys in.”
“That’s for RAT to decide.”
The heat of Tren
t’s words probably rattled the windows. Bane crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. Over the years, Trent had been one of his good friends, but he couldn’t tell him what was on his plate with Cole hanging around. At one time, he probably could have, but not anymore. There was too much sex in the air between them for Bane to ever be comfortable talking to Trent in front of Cole again.
“Work this out,” Trent said.
“Fuck. No.”
* * * *
Their fight was escalating. Cole felt like he was in the middle despite being interpreter hanging off to the side. Trent didn’t argue with anyone. Bane’s bad attitude was starting to bleed through to his work. There was a whole lot of tension due to their fucked-up relationship. Cole’s hands flowed with signs but were emphasized hard as the heat of Bane’s words stabbed at the air.
Cole couldn’t sleep at night. He fucking missed Bane. Their back and forth was snapping fast as they spoke over each other. Trent’s gaze flew between Cole and Bane like a professional ping pong match. The incident they argued over was all over the media. A news station was now conducting an investigation into police tactics and use of force. It was bad publicity all the way around.
“RAT needs to use this as an opportunity for good PR,” Bane said.
“Well, march your ass down the hall and tell him that. You can teach a class on self-defense and have some girl scouts learn about safety.”
“I don’t have time for this shit.”
“You do now or London is going to push the issue and you’ll end up in the retraining program.”
“Media stunts are not my priority.”
Trent sat down behind his desk. “No, but they can make or break an officer’s career.”
Bane strode the short length of the office and back again. His gaze moved over Cole in a quick, dismissive, and uninterested way.
Bane ran his hand through that silken dark hair of his, making Cole’s heart beat faster. The memory of their first kiss shot through Cole’s mind. He remembered the feel of that oh so soft hair twisted through his fingers. He loved how soft his full lips were. God, he loved the feel of Bane’s mouth on his cock. He wanted things right between them, but he didn’t know how to make them right. They needed to talk, but work wasn’t the time or place to do it.