He felt Steve speed up for the final sprint
to the front door. Always competitive, Steve rarely beat Mark, but
that didn't mean he didn't stop trying.
"Oh, no…" Mark thought about just allowing
Steve his victory, but after today's therapy session, no way. He
found some last inner reserve and accelerated his pace, keeping up
with Steve who was already laboring after their three mile
after-work run. They approached the front door, shoulder to
shoulder, and Mark lunged for it, slapping it first and then
choking to catch his breath.
"Fuck!" Steve lay on the front grass, moaning
after the effort.
"Why?" Mark managed to talk between gasps.
"Why must you always make it a competition?"
"Shut up…" Steve held his chest and closed
his eyes.
"Give me the bleedin' key." Mark reached out,
gasping for air and dying for water.
Steve managed to untie the key from his
shoelace and instead of handing it to Mark he tossed it. Mark
missed catching it and it fell in their shrubs. "Steven Jay! You
exasperate me!"
With an effort, Steve began digging in the
foliage.
Mark leaned against the door, dripping sweat
and removed the hat, using his shirt to wipe his face. A horn
honked and Mark turned to look at the street in front of their Bel
Air home.
A big white pickup truck had slowed down.
Mark realized it was his son-in-law, Billy. While Steve hunted for
the key, Mark walked to the street to greet him. Billy and
Alexander lived only a few blocks away from him and Steve.
"Hey, sexy." Billy smiled.
"Hardly. I'm a sweaty mess." Mark dabbed at
the drops running from his temple. "How are you, Lieutenant?"
"Err, Captain."
Mark lit up and grabbed the passenger's door
at the open window. "No!"
"Yes! Second on the list!"
Mark jogged around the front of the truck to
the driver's side and held out his arms.
Wearing his dark LAPD blue uniform with his
gold badge, and gun belt, Billy hopped out and before they embraced
Mark said, "I do stink, Captain."
"Get over here!" Billy embraced Mark and
lifted him off his feet, rocking him in his arms.
Mark kissed his cheek and held him tight. "I
am so bloody proud of you I can burst."
Footfalls coming closer made Mark look up.
Steve was there, tilting his head in curiosity.
Mark smiled and released Billy. "Say hello to
Captain Billy Sharpe."
"No!" Steve brightened up.
"Number two on the list!" Billy appeared so
happy, Mark hadn't seen him smile this much since his and Alex's
wedding day.
Steve went for a hug and Billy rocked him
like he did Mark.
"I can't believe it," Steve said, grinning at
Billy broadly. "You son of a bitch. You deserve to be the fucking
chief of police."
"One day, maybe." Billy laughed. "A gay
chief. Is LAPD ready for that?"
Mark began to get emotional. "Love, we must
celebrate."
"Did you hear from Alex?" Billy asked, as
they stood beside the driver's truck door in the street.
"No. Does he know?" Steve asked.
"I left him a message and he left me one. He
said he's going to Adam's office to learn some lines for an
audition. He was very vague."
Mark exchanged looks with Steve. "Did we get
a message from him?"
"We may have. We've been out running."
"Let me go. I want to change out of this
uniform and see if I can get a hold of him." Billy climbed back
into his truck.
Mark and Steve moved to stand on the
sidewalk, waving as Billy drove off. They walked to the front door,
and it seemed Steve had located the key. He held onto Mark around
his waist as they did, and Mark was so excited for Billy he could
not stop smiling. Before Steve opened the front door, he cupped
Mark's ass tightly.
"I know how I want to celebrate." Steve
unlocked the door, pushing it open, and Mark inside.
"Cheeky. I should be cross at you from
earlier at my appointment." Mark tossed his sunglasses and hat on
the kitchen counter as he headed through the house, then opened the
fridge for bottled water.
"You can never stay mad at me, Richfield."
Steve dropped to his knees and dragged Mark's shorts to his
ankles.
Mark nearly choked on the water he was
drinking as Steve backed him up against the kitchen table.
"Mm, salty." Steve sucked the head of Mark's
cock.
"Dirty boy." Mark watched him. He could see
Steve was already excited, his hard cock poking out of the top of
his gym shorts. "Get the lube before you get too carried away."
Steve was obviously already 'carried away'
and ignored Mark.
"I won't come, love. I'm shattered."
"Don't care," Steve said as he drew on Mark's
soft cock and sucked all of it into his mouth.
"You're such a bully." Mark drank the water
and felt Steve poke his rim. "Get the bloody lube!"
Steve made a noise of frustration and looked
around the kitchen.
Mark tried to figure out what he was
thinking. "It's in the bedroom, Steven…a short flight of stairs
and—" Mark was spun around to face the table, the bottle went
flying out of his hand as he was bent over it and his legs spread.
"Steven, stop being a cop with me!"
"You fucking love it." Steve stripped Mark of
his shorts and briefs and kicked his legs wide apart.
"That's neither here nor there." Mark began
to get excited, and for some reason, seeing Billy in his powerful,
crisp LAPD uniform came to mind. It came to mind, because Mark had
a police fetish that could drive him to come by merely thinking
about being taken by the boys in blue.
"Stay!"
"Why do you always say that as if I'm a
bloody dog?" Mark heard Steve race off, up the stairs. "Sit! Stay!
Heel!" Mark rested his head on his arms. "Bloody hell."
In less than ten seconds Steve was scrambling
back. Mark could hear him huffing and before Mark could look over
his shoulder, Steve was pushing his stiff cock into his ass.
"Steven!"
Steve held Mark's head down to the table and
snarled. "Shut up before I haul your ass into jail, ya fucking
scumbag."
Mark perked up. Role playing? When was the
last time they did that? "I didn't do it, copper."
"Sure ya didn't." Steve began thrusting his
hips against Mark, penetrating him deeper and deeper with each
pump.
Mark closed his eyes and recalled the first
time a cop had touched him. He had been pulled over for speeding,
and ignored the cop's order to stay in the car. Slowly Mark stepped
out and spread eagle on his TVR, desperate for that touch. It was
years later that both he and Steve realized…it had been a very
young rookie Officer Steve Miller, who had done that first pat-down
of Mark Antonious Richfield, fulfilling a fantasy Mark had imagined
since he was a mere lad.
As Steve made love to Mark, Mark said, "Pat
me down."
Steve immediately ran his hands along Mark's
hair, taking the rubber band off his ponytail, and then he caressed
Mark's neck, down his shoulders, squeezing Mark's muscles
sensually. With Steve's cock massaging him internally, Mark's cock
engorged and began wagging between his legs. Steve reached towards
Mark's hands, running down his hot skin and pinned Mark to the
table. With their sweat making them slide on each other, Steve
whispered in his hear, "I'm gonna cuff you up and make you
mine."
A shiver of pure pleasure rushed over Mark.
"Ah…"
"Can you come?" Steve reached around to feel
Mark's cock.
"Steven…talk to me." Mark closed his eyes and
remembered all the times he and Steve had played cop and criminal,
the time Mark had watched their good friends, Officer Jeff Chandler
and his partner/husband Officer Mickey Stanton, fuck like wild cats
in uniform, purely for Mark's pleasure.
As if this talk was exciting Steve as much as
it was Mark, Steve kept up the slow screwing as he brought Mark's
cock to its full potential, jerking him off under the table. "Ya
know what cops do to bad fuckers like you?"
"No…" Mark closed his eyes tighter, imagining
Steve in his uniform. "Tell me, Officer."
"We bang 'em…all the boys love the pretty
ones. We take them to the holding cell and take our turn fucking
their tight asses."
Mark's body went into a power rush. "Ah!
Steven!"
"You're fucking there?" Steve began humping
Mark faster, harder.
Mark came and he knew Steve tried to cup his
hand over his cock to catch the spray of cum, but Mark doubted
Steve did.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Steve let go into Mark and
gasped for air, dropping on Mark's back to recuperate.
"You clean the floor, copper," Mark said,
laughing.
"Goddamn it, Richfield. Just when I thought
this was just for me."
Mark shifted so they faced each other. He
smiled at his husband and cupped his jaw. Once they kissed Mark
asked, "Can I shower and see how my son is?"
"Go." Steve backed up, swatting Mark's
bottom.
"Thank you!" Mark picked up his clothing from
the floor and turned back to see Steve peering under the table to
locate the spatter. Chuckling to himself, Mark trotted up the
stairs and into the bathroom. "Payback's quite the bitch." He
giggled and closed the bathroom door behind him.
~
Alex sat across from Adam's desk, sifting
through pages of dialogue. "How am I going to learn an Italian
accent, Adam?"
"If they want you badly enough, they'll train
you." Adam held a copy of the audition scenes as well. He checked
his watch and said, "We have ten more minutes before we have to hit
the road, so let's go."
Alex took a deep breath and read the line for
his character, Beau Cruz, while Adam read for the second lead, Cody
York, "Is there something wrong?"
Without acting, Adam simply read, "No.
Enjoy."
"So mysterious."
"No. Not really. I'm a simple man."
"Ha!" Alex 'acted' shaking his head at the
absurdity. "You won't even exchange idle chitchat."
"What's wrong with a quiet cuddle?"
Alex cocked his eyebrow at Adam. "Yes. That
is you. The strong, silent type who enjoys a cuddle."
Adam shrugged, as the directions on the
paperwork indicated for his character to do.
Alex responded with his dialogue, "What
business is it you do?"
"This and that."
"Did you ever serve in the military?"
"Why do you ask?"
"The tattoo. It appears to be some kind of
army shield."
"How long have you been playing the
guitar?"Adam read, turning the page.
"Since I was a very small child. My
grandfather gave me the guitar and he taught me how to play."
"You play well. And have a lovely voice."
"Thank you." Alex read the instructions for a
pause, and then said, "How many languages do you speak fluently?
Your Italian is flawless."
"Do you live with your family?"
"No. I share a small flat with Roberto and
Eden."
"Are they gay as well?"
Adam folded back the pages. "That's all they
want. I know they'll let you read it, Alex. They don't expect you
to memorize it in a few hours."
"I want to impress them."
"Then let's not be late. Come on." Adam
stood, picking up his phone. He handed Alex a folder with the
entire script. "We both have a copy now. Read it tonight, and
tomorrow we'll discuss whether it's right for you."
Alex tucked the folder under his arm and kept
reading his lines as he walked out of Adam's office. Natalie had
gone home and Adam was locking the door as he called someone on his
phone. Alex assumed it was Jack, Adam's husband.
Alex checked his phone and called Billy as
they walked down a corridor to an elevator.
Just as Adam said, "Jack, I'm taking Alex to
Ford Studios for an impromptu audition…" Alex heard Billy say,
"Alex?"
"Hi, Captain!" Alex smiled proudly. "Do I
have to get a new tattoo now? Get my lieutenant shield changed to a
higher rank?"
He heard Billy laugh, and then Billy asked,
"What's this audition all about?"
"I don't want to jinx it. But it's big.
Really big." He and Adam entered the elevator.
"Really? Like blockbuster big?"
"Yes!" Alex stood by as Adam talked to Jack,
poking the elevator lobby button at the same time.
"Wow. Okay. How long will you be? Should I
make dinner or should we go out for mutual celebrations?"
Alex smiled. "Mutual masturbations." He
caught Adam's eye and grinned at him. "Let me go, Captain America,"
Alex teased. "I have to get these lines down and they gave me all
of five fucking minutes."
"Okay. See ya soon."
"Love you," Alex said.
"You, too."
Alex disconnected the call and saw his father
had called. Instead of calling him back, he shut off the phone and
began rereading the lines over and over again. He had time to talk
to him later. Right now, he had work to do.
The elevator stopped and Adam put his phone
into his pocket. "Okay, follow me there, that way we don't have to
come back for your car."
"Cool." Alex nodded and held both the
audition scene and the full script, walking to his car as Adam did
the same. After he was sitting in the driver's seat and driving
behind Adam's car in the lot, they made their way to Ford Studios.
Alex was trying to do deep breathing, calming exercises, but it was
useless; he was a nervous wreck.
An Italian accent?
Alex tried very hard to think of an actor,
even one who had played a role in a film where he had to use one.
If they had said British, well…he could do that in his sleep. His
father being raised by a British mum, spoke with an accent…still.
And Alex had mimicked Mark so many times, pretending to be from
London was a snap. But…Rome?
As Alex kept close to Adam's rear bumper, in
this mind he tried to recall foreign films in his head, struggled
to name one Italian actor he could mimic and impress the
director.