"I don't know. It's been ages since we've
spoken to her." Mark adjusted his cap in the breeze as they crossed
the street, facing west, heading into the offshore wind.
"I think the last time you spoke to her was
over the phone when we were at the estate. You were trying to get
her to verify the shit your dad did."
"Yes, and, of course, she got rude and hung
up on me."
"Well, most wives don't want to admit their
husbands are doing anything to the kids. It's like these women who
are married to serial killers; they all are so clueless."
"So? What will your tactic be?"
"I think I'll just ask her if she needs our
bank details to wire the money. You know, act dumb, like we assume
you're getting it and she just hasn't gotten around to doing
it."
Mark thought about it. "All right, Steven.
Why not? What's the worst she can do?"
"Disown you."
Mark shrugged as he ran; the pace was far
from grueling, at least until the sprint at the end. "Then I'm no
worse off than I am now."
"Exactly."
"You do realize I am doing this for
Alex."
Steve smiled at him. "I know."
~
On his drive home, Alex had the last script
of the vampire drama scenes sitting on the passenger's seat. He had
to memorize it for the season finale, then they were on break for
the holidays and he was going to be in Rome. In Rome…
Alex pulled into the driveway of his and
Billy's home in Bel Air and paused as the garage door elevated. He
glanced in his rear view mirror and spotted his dad and Steve jog
by. He honked his horn.
Mark stopped and Steve backtracked, appearing
to be catching his breath. Alex pulled into the garage and climbed
out. He walked down the driveway to meet them, checking his watch.
"You guys are early. Did you skip out on work?"
Mark used his shirt to wipe his face of
sweat. "Yes. We had a quick session with Dr Van Eldon and came home
slightly earlier than usual. Is everything okay?"
"I assume so. I got a text from Billy that
he'd be home at the normal time and he had good news."
Steve laughed. "Good news. Thank fuck. I'm
sick of bad news."
Just as they spoke about him, Billy's pickup
truck pulled into the driveway, slowing down when he spotted them.
They moved out of his way and Alex checked his watch again. Billy
had gotten out slightly early as well.
All three waited until the 'captain' parked
in the garage and joined them on the driveway.
"Were you two just jogging by?" Billy asked,
pocketing his keys, still wearing his uniform.
"Yes." Mark took off his cap and wiped his
forehead.
"What's the good news?" Alex asked, his
script curled in his hand.
"I got my promotion."
"Already?" Steve gaped at him and grabbed
Billy's arm to shake him. "Shit! Where?"
"Best part!" Billy was beaming he looked so
happy. "Days, West Bureau!"
"Yes!" Steve pumped his hand.
Alex and his dad exchanged smiles, but Alex
assumed he and his father hadn't a clue what that meant.
"West," Steve said, as if repeating it would
make them understand. "My old district and Mickey and Jeff's
division."
"Oh!" Mark laughed. "Well, that is wonderful
news. The boys must be thrilled to have you."
Alex was wondering if that meant Billy was
back on the streets.
"Well," Billy said softly, "I know they're
married. I really should split them up."
"No!" Steve's smile dropped and he looked
annoyed. "Come on, Sharpe. Don't do it."
"They better not fuck up."
Alex tilted his head at Billy. "You'd bust up
their partnership?"
"I don't want to."
"Don't. Oh, Billy, that's simply cruel." Mark
put his cap back on.
Billy let out a sigh and didn't answer.
"Are you back on the street?" Alex asked.
"No. It's all admin. I only come out to major
scenes as the Incident Commander. No gunfights. No front
lines."
"Well. Then I'm happy for you." Alex kissed
his cheek, still concerned for Jeff and Mickey.
"Let us keep going." Mark pointed down the
street. "I'm cooling off and we need to get it done."
Alex waved as his father and Steve jogged
off, then he walked Billy to the garage, having way too much on his
mind at the moment. Billy lowered the garage door once they were
both inside, and reached for his briefcase from inside the
truck.
Alex watched him, heading into the house
behind Billy. They both took off their shoes and Alex placed his
script on the kitchen counter. "Don't break Mickey and Jeff
up."
"I'll try not to." Billy set his briefcase
down and washed his hands, then took a small container of juice out
of the refrigerator. "My promotion ceremony is Friday."
"Okay." Alex shrugged. "I should be good to
go. I'll check with Charlotte."
Billy nodded, drinking the juice.
Seeing his man in uniform, his lieutenant
badge and 'butter bars' on his collar, Alex wondered if the
promotion would make Billy happy finally, or keep him hungry for
another level higher. What level in the LAPD was high enough to
keep his man content?
Alex wondered if they shared the same
ambitious drive. Alex wanted to be a mega Hollywood movie star one
day. Maybe now, with this film, he would be. Would their lives be
the same? If Alex was constantly filming at different locations,
and Billy was unable to take time off to be with him, how would
that impact their lives?
Billy leaned over the counter and read the
paperwork Alex had brought home. "Last scenes?" Billy picked them
up. "Wow. The show's over for the season already."
"They always take a break for the holidays
and then summer."
Billy nodded, setting the juice down and
reading it.
Alex leaned against him to read it with him.
"So, looks like I'll be going to Rome alone."
"Yes. Looks like it." Billy turned a page of
the few pieces of paper highlighted with the scenes Alex had left
to do.
"Will you miss me?" Alex ran his hand over
the dark blue material of Billy's long-sleeved uniform shirt.
Billy glanced over at him. "That's a silly
question."
Alex felt a pang of separation anxiety. "I'll
go crazy without you."
"You better not."
"No. I mean, missing you. I won't cheat."
Billy turned to face Alex and caressed his
hair gently. "Timing, huh? Ain't life a bitch?"
Alex dove on him, feeling the stiff Kevlar
vest and that heavy gun belt as he did. He closed his eyes and held
onto Billy. "I don't want to go without you."
Billy kissed Alex's hair and rocked him.
"You'll be fine."
His eyes burning with tears, Alex felt like a
baby, but he had always been with someone his whole life; his mom,
then his dad, Mark, then Billy. Not having any close friends on the
new film, cast or crew, was slightly intimidating. He knew nothing
of movies. Nothing.
"Let me change and we'll make dinner." Billy
kissed him.
"Make love to me in uniform first."
Billy laughed and held Alex's hand. "Okay,
you dirty boy."
Alex tried to adjust his attitude and stared
at Billy's powerful presence and strut as he escorted Alex to their
bedroom.
~
"Ah! Steven!" Mark gripped the coffee table
for dear life as Steve hammered into him. Sprinting the last few
yards, once they had walked through the front door, Steve attacked.
Mark was used to Steve's high libido, particularly after a run.
"Oh, fuck…"
Mark said 'thank you' in his head at the fact
that his lover came so quickly. Steve stepped back and Mark looked
over his shoulder at him. Appearing to be in a daze, Steve held
onto the back of the sofa to recuperate.
"You're an animal." Mark kicked off his
running shorts and briefs, feeling Steve's cum running down his
inner thigh. "I swear one day you'll kill me."
"I have to psych myself up for a conversation
with your mother." Steve began walking up the stairs, his soft cock
hanging over his clothing.
"By screwing her son? Are you having a
laugh?" Mark followed him, swatting Steve's bottom.
"Yeah. By screwing her son." Steve stripped
once they stepped into the bedroom.
"It's eight hours ahead there. I assume the
best time to call her would be nine in the morning UK time."
"Okay." Steve entered the bathroom and Mark
could hear the shower starting. He stripped off his soaked T-shirt,
taking both his and Steve's running outfit to the hamper in their
closet. He touched his bottom and felt the stickiness of Steve's
cum, then headed to the bathroom to shower with him. He heard his
mobile phone but didn't answer it, entering the tub and sliding the
door closed, waiting for his turn under the running water.
Steve relinquished the showerhead and Mark
stepped under to wash.
"Wanna come?" Steve drew Mark's soft cock
between his palms.
"I'm fine. Thinking about my mother has the
opposite effect on me." Mark reached for the shampoo.
"Don't worry. If I can deal with my father, I
can deal with your mother."
Mark looked Steve straight in the eye as he
shampooed his hair and said, "You can't deal with your father."
"He hasn't written me out of the will."
"Do you know that?"
"Mark…" Steve narrowed his eyes at him.
"Just saying."
"I don't care. We have more money than he
does."
"It's the principle." Mark rinsed his hair
and felt Steve tug on his cock playfully. "Leave it. You're
insatiable."
"If I had my way, I'd always have my hands in
your pants."
They swapped spots so Steve could rinse and
Mark could soap up.
"I'm sure the staff at Parsons and Company
would think that was a bit much."
"Grrr." Steve used the soap Mark had just
scrubbed with to massage Mark's genitals.
Mark dropped his arms to his sides and tilted
his head. "You know, I know this is for you and not me."
"So sue me." Steve ran his fingers over
Mark's length and balls.
Mark watched Steve get excited again while
his own cock didn't respond. "How is it I'm spent after the run and
you're like an eighteen-year-old?"
"Don't know."
Mark thought about it. "You sleep. I
don't."
"Damn you feel good." Steve's cock was stiff
and Mark's was now semi-erect.
"Do you want me to suck you?" Mark asked.
"Let me jerk us both off. Pass the soap."
Mark handed Steve the coconut scented soap
and leaned back on the far wall of the tub. Steve closed in on him,
holding both their cocks upright, tightly together.
The sight was certainly arousing, but Mark
didn't know if he could come.
Steve obviously wasn't having the same
problem. He spread his legs and squeezed both their cocks tightly,
pulling on them and beginning to huff for breath. "Does it feel
good?" he asked.
"Yes. It's lovely." Mark pinched Steve's
nipples playfully.
"I want you to come." Steve's cock was stiff,
blushing and the veins showed through his skin.
Mark wished it was that easy.
"Think about cops!" Steve gasped for breath
as he spoke, obviously excited. "Jeff and Mick!"
"I'd rather think about you in uniform."
"Fuck. Mark! Come!"
Mark closed his eyes and held onto Steve. He
tried to get his brain to give him something hot. And it did.
Captain Billy Sharpe, in his crisp dark blue uniform, a shining
badge on his chest, his solid muscular thighs—tight in his dark
uniform trousers—and the heavy black holster and pistol hanging
around the man's hips.
In his mind he envisioned being nailed by a
captain of the LAPD. Or, better yet, cuffed up and helpless in
Billy's patrol car. "Yes…"
Steve made a noise of encouragement and used
more soap.
In his fantasy, Mark was taken into custody.
Handcuffed. Thinking he was being taken to the police station, he
was surprised when Captain Sharpe pulled off onto a deserted road.
Mark waited, the back door of the black and white patrol car opened
and Captain Sharpe jerked him out roughly. Mark was thrown face
first on the hood of the car, his trousers dragged to his
ankles.
As Steve worked their lengths like a man on a
mission, Mark continued his erotic dream…
Next came the sound of Billy's keys jingling,
and then his gun belt and vest pressed against Mark's back. Mark's
hair was pulled, hard, and Billy piston-fucked him, growling like a
wild cat.
"Ah!"
"Oh hell yeah!" Steve amped up the friction
and said, "I'm there! Ya there?"
Mark shut his eyes tightly and said, "Talk
dirty, copper."
"Ya like that, ya fucking prick? Huh?"
Mark spun into the fantasy full force,
hearing Billy saying those words while Mark was helpless,
handcuffed, in the woods with a powerful police captain.
"Fuck you, Richfield! I own you, ya
bastard!"
Mark reached to touch his own ass.
Steve went for Mark's mouth and kissed him,
fiercely, pressing him back against the marble wall.
Mark came and shivered, his knees growing
weak and he moaned against Steve's lips.
"Oh, God!" Steve came and the creamy stream
erupted out of both their cocks, running down his soapy hands.
Woozy, Mark caught his breath and held onto
Steve for balance as Steve released him, rinsing off.
"Good. I wanted you to come."
Mark finished washing off and Steve shut the
water, opening the door and handing Mark a towel.
"Where do you go?"
"Huh?" Mark wiped his face and hair.
"When you close your eyes, what do you think
of to make you come?"
"You…in uniform," Mark answered with a
straight face.
Steve kissed him and smiled. "We need to get
that thing out of the closet more often."
"Yes. Please."