Authors: G.A. Hauser
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No
…
no
…
no
…
Mark felt Billy’s heat, his aura mingle with his own. He inhaled deliberately to try and get a sniff of him but Billy had not worked out yet. No delicious musky sweat smell. The urge Mark had to get up and move away, use good sense, was there
.
H
e simply couldn’t.
Billy touched Mark’s hair, just the ends behind Mark’s neck, making shivers rush up Mark’s spine. “Why did Adam make you go?”
“Ewan and Jason bought the house from Mum. Cash. Well, it was common
courtesy
.” Mark glanced at the bulge in Billy’s shorts, then quickly away.
“But he knows how you feel about it up there. That’s just cruel.”
Stop touching me. Stop touching me
.
Mark was becoming a raging inferno.
“I found out the SWAT guys have a great training day tomorrow. They train constantly. But tomorrow is some sweet tactical training. You’ll love it.”
Mark shivered and set the bottle of water on the coffee table near a book of male nudes, one
which
had photos of himself in
it
.
“I didn’t think you’d be home in time, so I didn’t bother texting you or calling you. When are the other guys coming home?”
Mark couldn’t speak. He was stiff under his slacks and the light caress of his hair was making him lose his mind. “They…”
Billy picked up the water bottle and drank from it.
Mark blinked in surprise. Swapping spit? Oh dear.
“They.” Billy capped the water and set it down.
“What did you ask me?” Mark stared at Billy’s lips, his jaw, his bright blue eyes.
“When the guys were
…
are you okay? When was the last time you ate?” Billy caressed Mark’s jaw.
Don’t touch me!
Mark felt his dick throb in his trousers and could see the outline of it as it showed through his pants.
“Mark…” Billy said in an admonishing way. “When did you eat?”
“I
…
can’t recall.”
Billy stood up. “Is there anything in the house? Can I make you an egg or something?” He walked to the kitchen.
Mark was lost on Billy’s tight ass and muscular thighs.
I have got to get out of here. What am I doing?
He l
ooked down at his lap.
“
Behave!
”
“Huh?” Billy asked, looking over the door of the refrigerator.
Mark used the water bottle to cover his crotch.
“Are you okay?” Billy tilted his head. “You’re acting odd. I mean, even for you.” He winked. Then he disappeared behind the refrigerator door. “You have eggs and bread. I can make you breakfast.”
“Bloody hell.” Mark looked at his crotch. His dick had thickened under the black fabric of his trousers and was down on
e
leg of his pants. “Perhaps I just need a nap.” Mark picked up a magazine and held it in front of him as he stood. “I’m shattered, love.”
“Okay.” Billy nodded, closing the refrigerator door and approaching him. “But eat. Okay? The guys aren’t here if you pass out.” He touched Mark under
hi
s jaw.
Mark closed his eyes and tried not to whimper.
“Should I check on you after my run?” Billy headed to the door.
“Should you?” Mark lost his train of thought imagining Billy in his uniform, fucking him senseless.
“Mark?” Billy glanced down at the magazine. “What the hell is going on?”
“Nothing. Really. No need to worry.” Mark tossed the magazine on the coffee table and covered his crotch with his hands.
Billy appeared concerned and drew closer. Mark began to pant in excitement.
Go away!
“Are you still worried about Mickey and Jeff?”
“Yes!” Mark nodded in earnest. “Yes. I am. That’s correct. Yes.”
Billy put his hands on his hips and let out a long sigh. “I’ll hold off. But just for you. Okay?”
“Billy. Don’t. Don’t part them. I’m begging you.” Mark knew what Jeff had said in a voicemail, but the last thing he was going to do was get this captain furious.
Billy softened his demeanor and moved closer. “For you, hot stuff.” He smiled and pecked Mark’s lips, then walked to the door. “If you hear from Alex, tell that fucker to get a hold of me. I’m off all weekend. He has no excuse.”
“Yes. Right.”
“So, tomorrow? I’ll pick you up so you can go to the training exercise?”
Mark’s cock pulsated and he was sure Billy could see it. “What time did you say?”
“Early, gorgeous. Eight.”
“Yes. Right. I’m looking forward to it.”
Billy winked and left, closing the door behind him.
Mark fell back on the sofa and stared at his hard dick. “Behave!” When it did not listen to him, he rested his head on the sofa back and closed his eyes. “I am in big trouble. Bloody hell, I am in trouble.”
He jogged up the stairs to his and Steve’s bedroom, stripped off all his clothing
,
and tossed a large dildo on the bed. Then, he rummaged in their walk-in closet for Steve’s old LAPD uniform. He lay back on the bed, used the lubrication on the dildo and then slowly
work
ed it inside himself. His knees bent wide, and straddled, Mark closed his eyes to inch the big latex phallus as deep as he could. Then he turned it on, so it not only vibrated and warmed, but wriggled.
Mark arched his back and grabbed Steve’s uniform, rubbing it over his chest and face, then he held his cock, which was so stiff he was already edging the climax.
With the fantasy firmly in place in his mind, Mark chewed on the material of the dark uniform shirt and jerked himself off.
Visions of what tomorrow would be like, how he would control his desires around masculine men in dark powerful police uniforms…
“Ah!”
Mark could come so easily. Thinking of this fantasy, of Billy, there was no struggle in him, no reluctance to force himself to climax. The scent on the uniform, a mix of Steve’s cologne and laundry soap
,
the dildo switched to its ‘high’ speed mode, Mark
jerked himself off rigorously and visualized being gang-banged by a group of cops while helpless, handcuffed.
“Ah! Ah!” He came and it was so intense Mark choked and let the uniform fall beside him so he could breathe. He milked his cock and let the dildo hum for a little longer, then reached between his legs and removed it, turning it off.
Panting, gasping for air, Mark looked down at his smooth chest to see a large puddle of creamy spatter. Dropping his head back down on the pillow, Mark closed his eyes
thinking of Steve and Jack
.
You fucked Alex. I shall have Billy
.
~
Alex had a break so he used his phone to call Billy. When he again got his voicemail he was furious. “It’s Saturday! You don’t work weekends! What the fuck, Sharpe?” Alex screamed into the phone, noticed a few Italian grips, who were setting up the next scene,
stare curiously at
him, so he lowered his voice. “Are you avoiding me?” Alex asked, growing frantic. “How could you not have your phone on or your computer on
during the
weekend? And you asked me why I’m not available?” He tried
to calm down
. “They have me working
six-
day weeks, sixteen hour fucking days
.
I have to eat by myself and memorize lines daily. Do you hear me? Daily! I am burned out and need to see you on Skype. I am so tired I can’t even jerk off.” Alex tried not to choke up in emotion. “Where.
The fuck
. Are you
?
” he said in a slow measured voice. He disconnected the call and scrolled through the numbers, seeing his father’s. He skipped it and called Steve.
“Alex?”
“Steve! Jesus. Thank fuck someone is answering their damn phone
.
” Alex felt relief instantly. “
I miss all of you. They are working us all to death.”
“Why
…
why did you call me?”
Alex tilted his head. “Because Billy isn’t answering his phone and I thought dad could use a break from my whining. What? Now you don’t want me to talk to you either?”
“No! Don’t be silly.”
Alex thought Steve sounded very odd. “What’s going on? Is Billy okay?”
“I assume so. Jack and the gang and I are still at your
grand
mo
ther
’s place. We’re trying to get our shit together to leave.”
Alex thought about the time frame. “Wait. It’s only Saturday. I thought Billy said you were staying until Sunday night. Did Dad have a freak out?” Alex could see the assistant director beginning to look for the cast to get back to work.
“Sort of. Nothing you should worry about.”
“Steve…” Alex cupped the phone. “I miss all of you. It’s really lonely here. Can’t one of you come out? I mean even for a few days?”
“I can’t
.
”
Steve said it so quickly Alex knew something had happened. The assistant began to wave Alex closer. Alex held up his finger, indicating one minute. “What’s going on, Steve?”
“Nothing. Really, Alex. We’re all fine.”
“Put Dad on.”
“Uh
…
your dad’s in the shower.”
Alex got a weird feeling Steve was lying. “You better tell me what happened to Dad.” Alex cupped the phone. “One minute!” he yelled t
o
the assistant who gave him a dirty look and walked away.
“Alex, Mark is fine. I assume Billy is just busy. Everything is fine.”
“So, that’s it? I’m out here on my fucking own. No one wants to come out even for a fucking weekend?”
“I’ll talk to Mark about it. Okay? Maybe he can.”
“Ya know what? Fuck you.
Fuck all of you!” Alex hung up and stormed over to the set.
“Get in your place.” The assistant director pointed to the spot marked on the concrete.
Alex handed off his phone to his personal assistant and tried not to brood.
Fine. Whatever. They want to pretend I’m dead and forgotten here. Fine.
~
Sitting on the bed in the
estate’s large
bedroom,
Steve’s hands shook as he hung up the phone. Hearing Alex’s voice after what he and Jack had discussed was a shock. Steve texted Billy. ‘
Where are you? Alex needs you
,’ and sent it.
Jack appeared, looking preoccupied.
Steve asked, “Are we leaving or what?”
“It’s fucked up. The jet was reserved for tomorrow, and Adam is struggling to get plane reservations for the guys who want to go.”
“So now we have to wait for everyone to decide on whether they want to go home today or tomorrow?”
“Pretty much. Look, Steve, we brought them all up here for a weekend away. And a lot of the guys need it.”
“So you’re good with leaving Mark alone. By himself.”
“Yes.”
“Alex just called me.”
Jack perked up.
“He can’t get a hold of Billy and sounds like he’s being worked very hard.”
“Adam told him they would do that.”
“He
…
he asked me to fly out
…
you know. For a day or two.”
Jack’s eyes burned with anger.
Steve held up his hands. “I’m not!” Then he looked around the kitchen. “But, would you? If he asked?”
“Why can’t Billy?” Jack appeared a cross between frustrated and
furious
.
“It won’t look good for a new captain to leave. Believe me. He’s stuck there for a few months
before he can take an
y
real time off
.”
Adam entered the room. “
I can’t find
any
available
flights and the Learjet is not available until tomorrow, and I’m not driving.”
“Fuck it.” Jack shrugged. “I’m hitting the spa.”
Steve watched him leave.
Adam sat beside Steve on the bed and put his arm around his shoulders. “Mark will be fine. I think he needs the time to decompress.”
Without answering, Steve nodded.
Adam kissed his cheek and said, “Come to the spa. Everyone is soaking in the hot tub
…
naked.” Adam elbowed Steve, playfully.
Nodding again, Steve said, “Okay.”
Adam winked at him and left the room.
Steve sat still, the phone in his hand and stared into space. Then, just for the hell of it, he looked up flights to Rome.
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