Saying Goodbye (13 page)

Mark wished Billy was in uniform. It didn’t occur to him he would not be. But why should he wear it? It’s his day off.

He tried not to be too disappointed, and actually was slightly relieved. In his jeans and brown leather jacket, Billy just looked like every other guy
; e
very other masculine, built, fucking incredible male stud
…
on the planet.

Mark had no idea where the training w
as located
. He didn’t even think of dressing down. He certainly could have.

The thought of the macho men on the SWAT team thinking he was some kind of effeminate pervert began to upset Mark.
Perhaps Billy was right about his choice of clothing.
“Love?”

“Hmm?” Billy pulled into a parking lot and indeed a cloud of dust billowed around the truck.

It was too late to reconsider. They had arrived.

In the parking lot,
Mark could see everything from muscle cars to motorcycles
and
pickup trucks
to
sleek sports cars parked in neat rows. Behind the cars were outbuildings and something that appeared to be a jeep or Humvee
with the police logo on it
.
“Bloody hell.”

Billy picked up a black waist pack from behind the seat and said, “Let’s go, Richfield.”

Mark unhooked his seatbelt and stared at the
training grounds, getting a solid erection
. And he hadn’t even seen one man in Kevlar yet. He exited the truck and pushed his glasses higher on his nose, suddenly feeling like a naked woman in a strip club
, s
tupid and vulnerable.

Billy clipped the waist-pack around his hips, and Mark figured inside it was a gun. It certainly wasn’t a man-purse. As Mark became intimidated, Billy reached out to him, coaxing him
to walk beside him
.

Mark inhaled deeply and held his head high. After all, he had asked for this. What did he care if the macho men hated fags and laughed behind his back?

The ground
, which
was nothing but dirt and gravel
,
crunched under Mark’s leather shoes. He followed the captain into a trailer
-
type building and on entry, Mark could hear men’s voices and see it had a classroom inside it.

Talking ceased as Billy entered. Mark got his first look inside.

A room filled with men, all wearing heavy gear, helmets and weapons lying on tables
at
their sides, turned to look.

Bloody hell
…
bloody, bloody hell!

Mark stuffed his hands into his pockets and covered his crotch with his leather jacket.

Billy greeted the team and boldly walked right to the front of the room, where a man with sergeant stripes was standing and drawing diagrams on a white board.

The men immediately saluted Billy, returning his greeting with, ‘Captain.’

Billy gestured to Mark, who felt like hiding as he stood in the back of the room by the doorway.

“I told you I was bringing someone to observe the training.” Billy smiled. “I’m sure most of you know Mark Richfield.”

When over a dozen men turned in their chair
s
to see Mark, Mark wanted to die. “Hullo, gents.” Mark gave a shy wave, not removing his sunglasses.

Wicked smiles suddenly surrounded Mark. Perhaps Mark’s fetish for all things in uniform had preceded this meeting.

Billy brought their attention back to the front of the classroom. “Just do your thing. We’ll be hanging back.”

As the sergeant continued the description of the training exercise, Mark inhaled and loved the smell of men.
And these boys hadn’t even begun to work out yet.

He ran his hand over his hair a few times, trying not to feel like a woman in the presence of so much testosterone.

Once they were briefed, the sergeant asked Billy, “You joining us, Captain?”

Mark’s mouth watered.

Billy glanced at Mark first
,
and
then shrugged. “I could do with some fun.”

“Gear up.”

Mark pushed at his stiff cock discreetly.

The men made a macho noise in unison, like a military cheer, and began to make their way out of the room. Mark stepped back and inspected each fabulous male as they strode past him.

One by one, Mark got delicious grins
from
wicked boys, who knew, just knew, Mark was out to get off on them.

Some just walked by, giving Mark a head to toe inspection and sensual snarl, while others reached for a handshake. “So great to meet you.” “Love your ads.”

Mark smiled back, his excitement growing to a point where he imagined he’d need a bib
to catch his drool
. “Lovely. Yes. So nice to meet you
,
too. Thank you.”

The handshakes were
so
powerful they were painful. He tried to return the squeezes with the same strength but still was left feeling like a wilting flower. Nothing compared to this.
Nothing
.

The sergeant walked by, giving Mark a sly grin, as if
,
he too
,
knew why Mark was there.
Sexual fulfillment. Cop fetish fantasy.

Billy was last
to leave
and stood in front of Mark. “How
are
you doin’, handsome?”

Mark was breathless. He looked into the empty room and licked his lips
hungrily
.

Billy laughed at Mark’s non-verbal reaction and tapped his arm. “I’m going to get some gear on. Come on.”

Mark tailed Billy to a locker-type room, loaded with equipment. Billy took off his leather jacket and put on a black leather one, then over it, a Kevlar vest with the letters SWAT on the back, and
LAPD
on the front.

Mark began to pant.

Billy locked his waist pack in
to
a locker, and picked up a helmet with a face shield. Next he went for a weapon. He opened up the chamber and examined it.

Mark’s cock was throbbing and he couldn’t catch his breath.

“We use rubber rounds. No live ammo.” Billy tucked the helmet under his arm. “But I suppose that’s a no-brainer.”

Mark nodded, but didn’t know what to say.

“Come on, babe. Let’s show you how this is done.”

Mark backed up, allowing Billy to walk out first, and wished he’d jerked off in the shower.
He was so excited, he was about to come
.

Billy walked with so much confidence, Mark was in awe. The big gun, the ballistic helmet, the vest
…
a
uniform? Billy Sharpe didn’t need a uniform. He was a living, breathing GI Joe doll.

Bloody hell
…
Mark
tried to walk with his dick thick in his trousers.

~

Steve wandered the mansion, bored. He felt as if he were being held prisoner. The rest of the men were obviously enjoying their stay, drinking to excess, playing in the pool, the spa, eating the sumptuous meals Ewan and Jason had catered.

He checked his phone. Mark had not returned either his voicemail messages or his texts. His concern for Mark was lessening, moving closer to apathy.

Though Mark assumed he and Alex had done something together, probably more than exchanged a peck on the lips, Steve began to get slightly defensive. He had not touched Alex sexually. Ever. Jack
and Alex
? Yes. Him? No.

Yet he was being blamed for his thoughts.

Why?

Am I not even allowed to think of other guys?

Steve had no doubt Mark did. While sitting beside Mark at Billy’s promotion ceremony, Steve could see the bulge in Mark’s pants.
He practically jerked off to Billy’s uniform while it was still on a hanger.

He knew what uniforms did to Mark.

It was why Mark was attracted to him from the beginning. If Steve had not been a former LAPD cop, with a uniform in his closet, would Mark have even been tempted away from Jack?

Steve was afraid he knew the answer to that question.

But after their marriage and the time they spent together, Steve hoped Mark was excited by
him
…
not the idea of him in a uniform. Steve didn’t mind the role playing, but being a cop no longer defined him. It hadn’t since he quit the police department.

Looking into the vacant rooms,
Steve ended up in the bedroom they were sharing, one by the spa. He could hear the laughter echoing in the tiled walls near the
indoor
pool. Instead of joining the group, Steve closed the door and sat on the bed. He took his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through the old messages.

His Skype ringtone sounded. Steve was surprised since he rarely used it. He saw it was Alex and answered it.

Seeing Alex on the phone’s small screen felt wonderful to Steve. “Well!”

“Finally!” Alex rolled his eyes as if he were relieved.

“Hello, baby.” Steve relaxed on the bed.

“Steve
.
Christ, where is everyone? I can’t get Dad, Billy,
Santiago
, Ryan
…
no one is on.”

Steve thought about the fellow actor
s Alex tried to contact, both
co-starred in the vampire drama. “No one, huh. So I’m your last resort?”

“Maybe.” Alex smiled in a tease. “No, really, Steve, where is everyone?”

Steve checked the time. “I don’t know. It’s only
ten
a.m. here. Maybe people are sleeping in. It’s the weekend.”

“H
ow could Dad be asleep? He doesn’t even sleep at night without pills. Where is he?
”

The image pixilated then Alex came back into focus.

“
Uh, around…” Steve didn’t want to worry Alex. “
I keep thinking about you, Alex,” Steve said, “On your own there.”

“It sucks. I mean it.”

“I don’t see why your dad and I can’t come out for a few days.”

“Really?” Alex brightened. “I’d love it. But you’d be doing nothing while I was filming.
They may let you watch. I don’t know.
”

“I’ve never been to Rome.” Steve shrugged. “We could sight see and hang out with you when you have free time.”

“Free time?” Alex made a silly face.

Steve smiled. “I looked up flights. They’re not too obscenely priced at the moment. And we’d only need two stopovers
, New York and London
.”

“Just take one of the Learjets.”

“I have no idea if your grandmother would allow it. And besides, if she knew we were in Italy we’d have to visit her in London.”

“True.”

“So, where’s Billy been? Why haven’t you been able to contact him?” Steve stuck his hand into his jeans and touched himself.

“I have no clue. I keep trying
to catch him,
and
he says he’s going to be available, and then he isn’t. I’m fed up.”

Steve wondered if he should tell Alex his father had gone back to LA or not.

“So? What’s going on there? Is Dad handling it okay?”

Steve was about to lie, but instead said, “Alex, he left. He got into a foul mood and went back to LA.”

“Alone? Did Jackie go?”

“Alone.”

“He can be such a jerk sometimes.”

“I suppose. He’s got a lot of emotional baggage. And this house didn’t help.” Steve straightened his cock
, righting it
in his pants.

“And you and Jack didn’t race home after him. Hmm.” Alex appeared to be on a bed. Steve could see pillows now behind him

“We wanted to. But, hell. I’m worn out.”

Alex laughed. “He’s such a downer sometimes.”

“Sometimes.” Steve stared at Alex’s long hair, knew what it felt like when he ran his fingers through it. “So
…
Randy, is he really being a douche?”

“Yes. Fucking ignores me. I thought Dad said he’d be like a friend to me, but he’s not. He’s mean.”

“I’m sorry, Alex.” Steve wondered what Alex would think if he knew Randy preferred Mark to him.

“I kind of feel like no one likes me.” Alex frowned. “It’s weird. At first everyone was cool. Now that they see what an amateur I am, they’re all turning.”

“Aww, my baby.” Steve felt miserable for him.

“I miss all of you.”

“We miss you too.”

“Will you come? Promise?”

“I will.” Steve figured even if Mark didn’t want to go, he would.

“When? Can you come soon? Can you and Dad take
time
off from work? I know Billy won’t.”

“Billy can’t. He’s just been promoted. I know it sounds crazy, but everyone is watching him. And him being out and married to you, a crazy twenty-
four-year-
old celeb? He’s really under scrutiny, Alex.”

“That’s such bull and you know it. He just doesn’t want to come out here because he thinks he’ll be jealous or something.”

Steve opened his zipper and ran his hand over his stiff cock. “You know Billy better than I do.”

“I thought I did. I don’t know where the hell he is. Do you?”

“Nope.”

Alex sighed and held the phone in front of himself as he curled on the pillows. Steve thought he looked adorable. “You need someone to tuck you in, baby?”

“I need a fuck!” Alex grumbled. “I’m so fucking horny right now.”

Steve squeezed his dick. “Yeah. Me too.”

Alex pouted. “I’m trying to be good, Steve.”

“I know, Alex.”

“I don’t really want any of the guys here. Ya know? But I’m going out of my mind.”

Steve glanced at his cock, seeing the tip damp with a drop of pre-cum. “Me too.”

“At least you have all the guys there. I mean, you can fuck Jack or Adam if you want to.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Just Dad, huh?”

“And you just want Billy.” Steve spread his knees and touched his balls, then went back to pulling on his cock.

Alex stared into the phone.

Steve stared back.

“Maybe.” Alex shifted on the bed.

“Maybe?” Steve laughed.

“Wish I was on my laptop. I can barely see you on this phone.”

“Oh?” Steve tightened his grip on himself. “What would you do if you could see me on the laptop?”

“Jerk off!” Alex laughed as if it was a joke.

Steve glanced at the closed door first, then pointed the phone at his dick, then looked back at Alex’s reaction.

Alex appeared shocked. “Oh, no you didn’t!”

Steve smiled. “Shh.”

“Steve! Do you have a computer?” Alex appeared to shift quickly on the bed, and Steve wondered what he was doing.

“No, I…” Steve got a look at Alex’s cock quickly as Alex pointed the phone downward. His body went into heat.

Alex’s smirk was showing when Steve
looked at the phone
.
“Are you going to have phone sex with me, copper?”

Steve glanced at the door again. “Hang on. Let me lock the door.” He hopped off the bed and turned the lock, then leapt back on the bed. Alex’s image was a b
lur,
and
then he could see him clearly
.

“Show me your cock.” Alex bit his bottom lip.

Steve pointed the phone at his dick and jerked it, then looked at Alex for his reaction. Alex whimpered and parted his lips. “Are you jerking off?” Steve asked, getting a rush of pleasure.

“Always wanted to fuck you, Steve.” Alex closed his eyes.

“Oh God.” Steve pulled his shirt higher because talk like this was going to make him blow.

“I did. In my fantasies.” Alex pointed the phone at his cock.

Steve
watched
him as he jerked it off. “Fuck!”

He and Alex stared at each other’s faces while they worked themselves. “Alex…”

“Steve
…
fuck. I bet your spunk tastes so good.”

Steve closed his eyes and came, spattering his stomach and chest. “Oh, fuck
…
fuck…”

“Show me!”

Steve tried to point the phone at his body, showing Alex the cum.

“Ah! Ah!”

Steve immediately looked at the phone. Alex threw back his head and then pointed the phone at his cock. Steve watched the cum spray out of Alex’s
di
ck and then
looked at
his taut body coated with it.

“Oh, fuck me. Fuck me.” Steve kept pulling on his cock, writhing on the bed.

Alex’s face appeared once more. “God, I needed that. Thank fuck.” Alex moaned.

“Alex
.
” Steve released his cock. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t. Are you kidding me?” Alex gave Steve a look of disbelief.

“God, Alex, what you do to me. Jesus.” Steve kept his shirt elevated and looked for a tissue box.

“I’m surprised you let me do that. I mean
…
you know.” Alex put his index finger into his mouth sensually.

Steve moaned and said, “Are you tasting it?”

“Yeah. I’m a kinky fucker. But you know that.”

Steve rubbed his face in agony. “Go to sleep, Alex.”

“I can now. Wow. Steve. When you get back to LA, let’s do that again on the computer. I want to see your dick
on a bigger screen
.”

Remorse was creeping in on Steve. “We can’t do this again.”

“Yeah, I figured you’d say that. Wasn’t like we cheated. I mean, we didn’t even touch. So, as far as I’m concerned, it’s nothing.”

It wasn’t nothing to Steve. “Babe, you’ll be fine. Just keep pushing through the work. Okay?”

“Look
…
come here without Dad. Can ya?”

“Huh? Are you kidding me? He’d kill me.” Steve couldn’t find anything to wipe his skin with so he got off the bed, holding up his shirt and entered the bathroom.

“Whatever. Thanks, Steve. At least now I can get some sleep. Love you.”

“Love you too, baby doll.”

Alex threw him a kiss and the image vanished.

Steve set the phone down and looked at his sticky skin and limp dick. He shook his head. “Jesus.
That was really fucking insane.” He wiped the cum off his stomach.
And I loved every minute of it.

He met his blue eyes in the mirror over the sink and grinned wickedly.