James Anderson had wanted to get fucked tonight but not fucked over by the new acting police chief. They were standing in James’s kitchen. The man so wasn’t his type, and he really didn’t care for this type of bullshit being dropped on his doorstep. So that left him between this rock and a hard place that had nothing to do with him. At his side, TJ stood like a sentinel ready to go into battle. The two men were hardcore police officers who didn’t like obstacles in their way.
The pair had come to his apartment like he’d invited them over for coffee. They had looked around his bare-bones place with questions and concerns in their eyes. Their eyes took note of the takeout boxes in the trash and the one on the counter. The loft had been moderately priced and just the type of place for James to try to start over. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to stay in Cincinnati.
“No. I’m not going to do it,” James said.
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice. You’re the only one qualified to go into the field to do this type of search. You have the experience that I don’t have.”
James shook his head. He wasn’t buying what the new police Chief Mason Rask was selling. Nor was he on board with this. He was six months into his so-called retirement which was just another fancy word for working undercover for Internal Affairs. His balls were already locked in a vice so tight he wasn’t sure he’d ever get free from it. Things could get really messy if he went to work for Rask and IA at the same time. That was the last thing he needed now.
“We’re wasting time. Any second lost is one we could have spent finding Layton,” TJ said.
A shiver of fear raced through James’s gut. Layton was missing? James had trained Layton after he came out of the Academy. The man was one of the best. What had happened to him? “Lt Layton Shaw is missing?”
“Yes,” TJ said.
It was all over the news. One of Cincinnati’s elite SWAT members had been kidnapped by the cartel for getting too close to something he shouldn’t have. Why hadn’t James made the connection that it was Layton Shaw? The man had risen quickly within the ranks at the CPD. He was an excellent LEO and, he was the first man who had ever caught his eye. At the time, James had ignored the attraction.
Rask looked at TJ and nodded toward the door. “Give us a minute,” Rask said.
TJ looked at James. “It was good seeing you anyway.”
With disappointment in TJ’s eyes, he headed for the apartment door and stepped into the hallway. James stared down Chief Rask. “You need to contact the FBI. I’m not the right man for this.”
“I have. Their guys are working on another case. They’ve sent over a new profiler just out of the academy. I don’t trust him to find Layton before it’s too late.”
Frustration vibrated through his body. No one knew that he was secretly on the IA’s payroll. If he was going to maintain his cover, he had to do something to help them find Lt Shaw.
“Please. You’re the only man I trust for this job.”
James ran a hand through his peppered black hair and down over his chin. Since leaving the job, he’d started growing his beard out. He’d stopped giving a fuck about himself and what happened to anyone else. That was a bad position to be in when he was trying to start over.
“Okay. I’ll help.”
Relief moved over Chief Rask’s face. “Thank you, James. We picked up a low-level drug dealer this afternoon. I want you in on the interrogation.”
“Give me ten minutes to get cleaned up.”
“I’ll be waiting outside.”
As Rask left his apartment, James went into his bedroom and stripped. He dressed in black tactical pants and a black SWAT T-shirt. He looked at his beard and grabbed his electric shaver. Two minutes later, he looked like the man he once was. He wouldn’t ever be that man again. He was a divorced father of three grown children. They’d sold the house in record time and his ex had moved across the country to live with her sister. He was moving on and moving forward as a gay man who had never ever been with a guy before.
With his keys in his hands, he locked up his apartment door. He was out of the house within eight minutes instead of ten. Rask was waiting inside his car. Thunder vibrated across the sky. He powered down the window as he came up to it.
“I’ll meet you at the station. I’m going to issue you a firearm.”
“That’s not necessary.”
Layton wasn’t sure what he was doing with James. Lust made James’s eyes dilate. Despite his hand playing overtime on his neck, he wasn’t backing away. With his eyes wide open, Layton tilted his head and came in close, kissing Jim on his full lips. He didn’t stay long, just brushed a simple kiss on those lips to test the waters. When he pulled a breath away, Jim came in fast, reestablishing the hot kiss. The connection was instant and intense. Jim grabbed onto his hips, melting his body against Layton’s naked chest. Jim moaned into the kiss, giving him the perfect chance to slip his tongue deep inside to take complete control.
Layton’s tongue flicked against Jim’s. Everything around him faded away as Layton felt Jim’s cock kicked out hard. Two inches of Jim’s throbbing prick was now sticking out of the top of his tactical pants. Layton flipped his thumb back and forth over James’s cockhead, smearing his pre-cum into his hand.
This was so out of character for Layton. Perhaps it had everything to do with the fact that he’d just been through a week of pure hell and would have more to go through with his psych evaluation with work. As a Dom, he didn’t normally just take without having that conversation first. He didn’t like to start anything he couldn’t finish. Layton muscled James up against the wall, using his body to keep control of him.
James fisted his hand into the boxers that were tight against his ass. Lay had to slow this thing down before it got too far out of control. He broke his lips away, but kept his body planted against Jim’s. “Tell me you’re gay.”
A spinning sensation started in Layton’s mind. “Was that your first kiss?”
Heat moved up over Jim’s cheeks as he blushed. “Yeah. I’ve never…been with a man before.”
“Are you bi?”
“No, definitely not. I just got into something I couldn’t get out of. I thought I had to pretend to be something I’m not.”
“It’s okay. It brought me here to you.”
The enormity of the situation hit Layton hard. He didn’t normally take any man’s virginity. As far as he was concerned, until Jim had sex with a man he was a virgin.
“What do you want?” Layton asked.
James bit his lip as his hand moved down over Layton’s cock. “You. This.”
Very slowly, James raised those bedroom eyes up over his face, and Layton was completely fucking lost. He was a bit relieved he was about to lose this game to a man who secretly always wanted. Layton stepped back and dropped his boxers to the floor. His cock sprang out, slapping against his abdomen as it flexed north. James’s eyes went wide and he licked his lips as his gaze settled onto Layton’s prick. Layton slipped his hand down over his shaft and balls, giving his cock a punishing stroke. When Jim’s eyes finally met his again, the corner of Layton’s mouth lifted.
“I think I got something you want. Do you want to suck this?”
“Then there’s something you should know about me.”
James’s gaze faltered as though the world was shifting sideways and he wouldn’t get what he wanted. “What is it?”
“I’m a Dom. I only take subs on in the bedroom. Are you interested in the lifestyle with me?”
He nodded his head. “Yes. I’ll be your sub.”
“Then get down on your knees and suck my cock.”
James moaned as he fell to his knees. Layton came in close, slapping his prick against his lips. James moaned as he inhaled the sweet, warm scent of Layton’s prick. James’s hot breath echoed out against his cock before he inhaled deeply again. James licked out his tongue, opening his mouth wide. Layton groaned, arching his head back as he sunk his prick deep into his subs’ hot, eager mouth. He laced his fingers into Jim’s hair, loving the long silky strands that he’d started growing out. When he was acting chief, he’d always kept it military short but he was a different man now.
Lay looked down as Jim’s fist wrapped around his prick and he bounced his head up and down as he sucked his shaft. Lay was in heaven when his cockhead disappeared down the back of his throat. No sub had ever swallowed him completely before. He was a big man, tapered and thick. Jim had somehow managed to get his entire prick down his throat. Their eyes locked as Jim backed off, licking his tongue over the underside of his shaft as his lips came around his cockhead. A shot of pre-cum vibrated through his shaft, striking his sub in the back of the throat.
James groaned. “I love the sweet taste of your pre-cum. Fuck yes.”