You Can See Me (26 page)

Pres had his eyes locked on Ric now, teasing him with the show of pounding Blair’s ass while licking his lips at him. Ric’s cock was growing while he lay there stroking himself.

Blair looked up at Ric, and in a throaty whisper he moaned, “Bear, please.”

Pres watched Ric crawl over to Blair and whisper something that Pres couldn’t hear. He’d slowed his hips but was still driving in deep, his orgasm getting closer and closer with every cry Blair made. When Ric moved around and settled in behind Pres, he knew exactly what Ric was up to. He heard the familiar sound of the lube bottle click open.

“Ric, you motherfucker,” Pres snarled and pushed deep into Blair’s warm ass.

“Augh!” Blair yelled.

Ric’s strong arms slammed Pres down on top of Blair. He straddled Pres’s lower legs, making it impossible for Pres to thrust with Ric’s heavily muscled body pressing him down.

“Who’s being naughty now, huh?” Ric teased while sucking on Pres’s ear.

“Get off me. He’s mine.” Pres raised his head and snapped at Ric.

“I love it when you get like this, baby. All crazy with power. Fucking turns me on,” Ric said, still holding Pres down.

“Bear,” Blair whined.

“I got you, sweet boy,” Ric answered.

Ric lathered one finger with lube.

“His sweet ass is mine tonight.” Pres tried to inject some anger into his voice, but it came out as a pathetic whine. With Ric on top controlling him, his own throbbing cock still buried in Blair, and Blair still crying for relief, Pres’s orgasm was barreling to the surface at a rapid speed, and there wasn’t a damn thing that could stop it.

“Face. Down. Ass. Up.” Ric snapped those words into Pres’s ear right before driving one thick finger deep inside Pres’s ass.

Pres instinctively clenched his ass around the imposing digit and hugged Blair hard from behind. “I’m coming, lover. I’m coming.”

“Pres, goddamn it, come! Fuckin’ fill me up!” Blair yelled.

Ric twisted his finger and pushed hard on Pres’s spot. Pres’s asshole spasmed around that thick digit, and he let his orgasm break through.

“Fuuuuck.” Pres’s hips didn’t move. He just let the eruption pump his hot come into Blair’s ass.

Ric kept rotating his finger and slowly pumping in and out of Pres’s tight ass as his orgasm eased to an end. Pres felt Ric rub his back before pulling him off of Blair’s limp body. Blair flipped over on his back and splayed his arms out, letting his chest rise and fall.

“I’ll never walk again,” Blair gasped. “Jesus Christ, Strawberry. How the hell do you have the stamina of a high school football star?”

“Many years of jacking off alone in the dark,” Pres whispered. “So now, when I’m inside you—both of you—and I can see your gorgeous faces, something in me snaps, and I don’t want it to ever end.”

Blair and Ric surrounded their lover. They hugged him, kissed him, and whispered “I love yous” until Pres was clawing at them again.

Six months later

“Honey, how the hell can you watch that shit? Turn it off,” Pres said, removing his glasses since he’d taken his contacts out. He closed his laptop and reached across the wide bed to turn the lamp off.

“It’s funny. That’s why I watch it,” Blair replied and swiped the remote before Pres could grab it and turn the station on the sixty-inch television mounted on their bedroom wall.

“What moronic reality show is this anyway? Desperate housewives swap husbands while driving a food truck through the wilderness on a scavenger hunt to win your dream wedding?” Pres mumbled.

“Oh, real funny. Why have you been grumpy all evening? How did your review go? I saw the grand opening for the restaurant in the paper, and it sounded real nice.” Blair moved up Pres’s body and laid his head on his chest.

Pres let out a soft sigh. “The review went well. I’ll give it four stars. The owner was so happy he’ll probably give us free dinners for a year. Want to go to there and eat this weekend?” Pres kissed Blair’s forehead.

“Yeah. Sounds good,” Blair said around a yawn. “Saturday works best, because I’m going over to your mom’s on Sunday to show her how to bake chouquettes for her book club.”

“That’s sweet,” Pres said and pulled Blair all the way on top of him. For several minutes they just stared at each other. “I love you all the way to the moon and back, honey.”

“I know, Strawberry.” Blair leaned in and kissed Pres with so much love that it made his toes curls and his dick harden. The kiss went on for several minutes until they heard the beeping of the front door alarm to their condo.

“He’s home,” Blair whispered into Pres’s mouth. “Be nice to him, please.”

“I make no promises.” Pres looked at Blair seriously.

Ric walked into their bedroom and dropped his bag on the desk in the corner. The bottom half of his long brown hair hung past his shoulders, while the front was pulled back into a ponytail.

Ric let out a tired sigh. “Hey, guys,” he said while undressing to take a quick shower.

“Hi, Bear. How’d your surgery go?” Blair asked from Pres’s arms.

Ric smiled. “The tumor was removed successfully. Little Katie will grow up to live a full and active life.”

Blair tried to get up to hug Ric, but Pres held him to him, not letting him move.

“What is it, Pres?” Ric stared at him.

“You know what it is.” Pres stared back.

“It better not be what I think it is, because I’m not going into that shit again, and I’m too fuckin’ tired anyway.” Ric huffed, turning to go into the bathroom.

“I thought the partnership with Dr. Brown would allow you to have better home hours, but in the last couple of months, we’ve barely seen you, Ric,” Pres fussed and jumped up to follow Ric into the bathroom.

Blair sat up in the bed, pulled his legs up, and draped his arms over his knees. He dropped his chin to his chest and let out a depressed sigh.

Ric turned on the taps in the shower, not bothering to respond to Pres’s ranting.

“Are you going to fucking ignore me, Ric? Like I’m bothering you, or don’t you give a damn about me…or Blair’s feelings? Every fucking day you leave before either of us, and you drag your ass back in here after eleven or later at night. Hell, sometimes you don’t even come home. You’re tired all the time. Are you not in this relationship anymore?” Pres yelled through the glass doors of the shower while watching the hot water cascade over Ric’s head, making his long, beautiful hair lay tantalizingly on his rippled back.

“Guys, don’t fight, please!” Blair yelled from the room. “Strawberry, leave him alone. He’s exhausted.”

“Quiet, Blair!” Pres slammed the bathroom door so he didn’t have to hear his reasonable cut-him-some-slack attitude.

“I know that you’re exhausted, and it’s killing me.” Pres lowered his voice and stood right outside of the shower doors. “I can’t stand to see you so tired, Sunshine. I need you… We need you. I know you are an amazing surgeon and you save lives. All I’m asking is that you let your men give you the love you need sometimes.” Pres watched Ric brace both arms on the tile and let the water beat on his tense neck.

“I’m sorry,” he finally heard Ric say softly.

Pres’s heart cracked. He removed his black briefs, stepped into the warm shower, and began to massage Ric’s shoulders. He heard him let out a satisfied groan and press his forehead against the wall, letting Pres love on him.

“God, baby. You have knots everywhere,” Pres said, kissing Ric’s shoulder. “This is hurting me, Sunshine.”

“I know,” Ric rasped. He turned around and pulled Pres into him and crushed his lips over his. They kissed so long that the water began to turn lukewarm. “I’m so sorry, baby. God, I miss the hell out of both of you. I swear I do. I guess I was trying to prove something to Dr. Brown that didn’t need proving in the first place. Tonight he told me to go home and not to come back until next week. We are changing the surgery rotations, too.” Ric buried his neck into Pres’s throat. “So I’ll be home a lot more.”

Pres smiled wide and licked Ric’s mouth seductively. He was sure his man wasn’t up for a hard fuck, but he knew what would help him relax. He hugged Ric close to him and licked him behind his ear before whispering, “I love you, baby, and when I’m missing you, I don’t know how to function.” He licked and kissed Ric some more. “Forgive me for bitching these last few days.”

“Don’t apologize. You were right. It’s not just you and Blair in a relationship. I need to be here for y’all, too. These last couple months have been hard, and I miss you so damn much, baby.” Ric squeezed Pres to him.

“Let me take care of you,” said Pres.

It was an order, not a request. Pres lowered to his knees and gently caressed Ric’s thighs. He nuzzled his face into Ric’s balls and lapped at the fleshy sac, letting them roll around on his face before sucking one into his mouth and then the other.

Ric spread his legs wider so Pres could get to a better angle. He gripped the back of Pres’s head and lazily stroked his hair.

Ric let his head fall back against the hot shower wall. “Damn, baby. Fuckin’ needed this so much.”

Pres’s own cock was hard and aching. He took one hand and began to jerk his own dick with hard, fast strokes, not wanting to prolong it. He wanted to come with Ric.

Pres knew Ric hadn’t had any sexual release in several days, and by the way his thighs trembled at his touch, it wasn’t going to take long.

Pres bobbed up and down on Ric’s hot length, swallowing every inch he had. The water ran down Ric’s chest and landed on his cock, making Pres thirsty and needing to lick off every drop. He could see Ric fighting to hold off his orgasm, but Pres wasn’t having it. He took his wet finger and circled the tip of it around Ric’s hole.

Ric bucked hard. “Mmmmm. Fuck. Feels good. Give me more. Make me come in your mouth,” he moaned.

Pres kept Ric’s dick planted firmly in his throat and pushed his finger in that sweet hole, immediately aiming for Ric’s gland. Ric let out a long growl from deep down in his chest as his dick exploded in Pres’s warm mouth. Pres rapidly swallowed all of his lover.

Pres’s tight fist flew over his own cock. He pressed his thumbnail into his piss slit and bucked hard, spraying his come over his hand, letting some of it wash away with the running water.

He felt Rick pulling on his arms. “Let me taste,” Ric moaned.

Pres took his hand and wiped some of his remaining come onto Ric’s parted lips and stuck his come-coated tongue deep into Ric’s mouth.

Ric sucked hard and chased all of their mingling flavors that Pres had clinging to his lips, teeth, and tongue. “Thank you,” he whispered against Pres’s cheek. “It hurts so much when you’re upset with me. I’m going to do better, I promise.”

“I know, Sunshine. I love you, too.” Pres stepped out of the shower. “Now let’s get you into bed. I’m sure Blair wants us back in there with him now.”

“How’s he been?” Ric asked while toweling off.

“Missing you too. But you know he’s your biggest fan. He’s been giving me hell for coming down on you this week.”

Ric conceitedly smirked at Pres. Pres grabbed the hand towel, rolled it up, and popped Ric on the ass with it, making him jump and run out of the bathroom laughing. He ran after him and saw Ric jump onto the bed and grab Blair, throwing him in front of him as a shield.

“Oh, that’s not fair.” Pres smiled.

“You know he’ll protect me. You better back off.” Ric chuckled.

Pres and Ric cracked up laughing at Blair’s perplexed expression. He’d probably expected them to come out of the bathroom still cursing up a storm.

“Turn off the lights, and get your sexy ass in this bed, Prescott,” Ric ordered.

Ric pulled Blair to him and tenderly kissed him. He explained to him that he was on vacation and going to cut back on the surgeries to spend more time with them at home. Ric apologized in between kisses while lowering their bodies into the warmth of their California king-sized bed.

“I’m so glad, Bear. I was worried about you, and I was worried about Pres,” Blair said as he snuggled under Ric’s armpit and twirled his finger around one of Ric’s long, wet locks hanging over his shoulder.

Pres slid under the covers and nestled in close to Blair. He draped his long leg over Blair’s hip and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. The three of them always fit so wonderfully together.

“We’re going to be just fine, sweet boy. I’m gonna be hanging around here so much, y’all are going to get sick of me,” Ric laughed.

“Impossible. That’ll never happen,” said Blair. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you had continued being gone from home all the time.”

“Sometimes I’ll need my head pulled out of my ass. That’s what Pres is for. He wages havoc in my heart like a storm on the sea,” Ric said quietly.

“With every storm, there’ll be sunshine after,” Pres responded.

Blair laughed in between them. “Storm and sunshine…so what does that make me?” asked Blair.

“The rainbow,” Ric and Pres responded in unison.

The End

Nothing Special

The Story of Det. Leonidis Day & Det. Cashel Godfrey

“I expect my officers to be diligent, dedicated, focused, and work together as one unit. But most importantly, I expect my officers not to get themselves killed.”

Cashel “Cash” Godfrey groaned and rolled his eyes at the Captain’s obvious goals. He was pretty sure all of the officers just coming out of the academy didn’t want to die anytime soon. Fifteen new recruits were squeezed in the small meeting room, eagerly anticipating who they were going to be partnered with and how soon they were going to be able to get out onto the streets. The ever-present hero complex shinning in their eyes.

Cashel tried to inconspicuously survey the freshly shaven faces. He didn’t recognize any of them from the academy class he’d graduated from. Most of the cliché rookies were sporting gelled hair, large tattooed biceps, and sports Ray bans turned backward and resting on their thick necks. He tried not to be too obvious while looking into their eyes—seeing if he could make any kind of a connection with his future partner. He wasn’t prepared for the light brown eyes that were unblinking and locked onto him.

Cash quickly took in the man’s lithe but strong physique. Although the man was sitting he knew he couldn’t be any taller than five foot ten, five eleven. His hair was a dirty blond color, free of product and longer than he’d expect for a rookie to wear it. His trendy five o’clock shadow was already present at eight in the morning. Cash unconsciously fingered his own neatly trimmed goatee, and saw the man quirk up one side of his mouth, his gaze still steady on him.

His arms were crossed over his chest, and the shortsleeved blue polyester uniform shirt showed the peeking of a skull and crossbones on his left bicep. Cash had to squint his eyes to see the simple lettering on the five inch name tag that sat just above his right pocket. ‘DAY.’ When he brought his eyes back up, he could see Day’s intelligent eyes were sizing him up just as hard.

Cash heard the Captain clap his hands together once, breaking their stare-off.

“All right, officers, today you’ll spend most of your time in admin getting your logins and IDs for the database. There will also be a few uniforms standing by to do the tour of the station: interrogation rooms, holding tanks, records room, gym, locker rooms, blah, blah.” He trailed off. The Captain looked hard at everyone in the room. “When you’re finished today, I want you all to go home, fuck your wives and kiss your kids, because from the next day forward, I don’t give a fuck about office hours. You’re here until I tell you you can leave. I own your rookie asses until you prove otherwise. Got it? Any questions?” His voice boomed in the large room.

Cash watched Day raise two fingers.

“What is it, Officer Day?” The Captain looked hard dark eyes at the man that was already showing a sarcastic smirk.

“What if you don’t have a wife to fuck, sir?” Day quipped, his mouth twitching at trying to hide his amusement.

“Then fuck your boyfriend, Day. I don’t give a shit. Just make sure you can still drag your ass back in here at o’dark thirty tomorrow, smart-mouth.” The Captain snatched his paperwork off the small wooden podium and left the room.

“Yes, sir,” Day whispered after the Captain slammed the door.

The men started to gather their papers and bags getting ready to file out of the room. Cash lingered while watching Officer Day pull out his cell phone and use a thin stylus to manipulate the small screen.

“Well at least we’ve spotted the faggot cop early on, so we know who to protect our junk from in the locker room.”

Laughter rang throughout the room.

Day’s head eased up slowly and revealed what Cash assumed was his annoyed face at the wannabe 21 Jump Street cop that’d stopped to see if he could push a couple of Day’s buttons while securing his reputation as the homophobic, asshole cop.

Cash slowly eased around the table, approaching the cop from behind, and Day immediately locked on to Cash’s eyes over the assholes’s shoulder.

Day looked at the man’s nametag. “I think your pencil-dick is safe, Ronowski. You’re not my type anyway. I have a strict no-bastards rule. Now move on.”

“Oh so you’re a selective faggot. I thought you guys fucked the first dick available.” Asshole cop sneered.

“I wouldn’t fuck you if your dick jizzed liquid gold.” Day smirked while a few of the other officers laughed.

Ronowski took a couple steps closer to Day, and things all-of-a-sudden turned real serious, making several of the officers in the room move in closer too.

“Just make sure you stay the fuck away from me, ass licker.”

Cash was moving up the row when he saw Day pocket his cell, snort, and flick the side of his nose with his thumb, the telltale sign that he was getting ready to knock this asshole out.

“I said to move on,” Day growled, his furious hazel eyes now the color of burning amber as he closed the small distance between him and his bully. Cash was now directly behind the asshole, who was completely oblivious that he was sandwiched between fury and disgust. Cash was actually beyond disgusted. He couldn’t believe there were still people that had this type of hicktown mentality. He’d had to deal with prejudices and bigotry all his life growing up in Clayhatchee, Alabama, and just when he thought he’d escaped it, it reared its ugly head again.

The asshole spun around and ran into Cash’s large chest. The man rubbed his forehead as if he’d run into a brick wall. His eyes traveled up the rest of the way until he reached Cash’s green eyes that now glowed with intensity.

“Who are you, his bodyguard? You gonna make me leave him alone?” Ronowski sneered and went to move around him.

Cash reached out at lightning speed and gripped the man around his throat leaving him zero time to react. His knees buckled, and his eyes bulged as he scrambled to get a grip on Cash’s large forearm. He dragged the man in close and snarled in his face.

“No, I’m not his bodyguard. But if you don’t shut your fucking mouth, I will make you his bitch.”

“That depends… Does he swallow?” Day asked casually.

“What the fuck is going on in here!” The Captain’s loud voice made Cash release the small throat in his hand, but not before glaring hard at the asshole daring him to say a word.

“Just getting to know each other, Cap,” Day answered. “Officer Ronowski was just showing my partner the correct technique on chocking the shit out of a suspect.” Day grinned. “Isn’t that right, Officer Ronowski?”

Day gave the still coughing officer a hard smack on his back, while Cash gave him the look of death.

“Yeah. We’re just fucking around, sir,” Ronowski barely huffed out while still rubbing his red throat.

“Well knock that shit off and get your asses down to admin, now,” the Captain barked then walked off mumbling something about them slacking off already as he made his way back to his office.

Cash and Day looked at each other for a few minutes before Cash quirked one eyebrow up at him. “Partner, huh?”

“Yep,” Day said with confidence. He stuck out one hand, “Leonidis Day, most people call me Leo or Day.”

Cash shook his future partner’s hand in a strong grip and gave it a couple small pumps. “Cashel Godfrey, call me Cash or God,” he said back in his deep baritone drawl.

“Cash, huh.” Day gave him a knowing smirk.

Cash shrugged. “Works for me.”

The other officers moved out of their way as Cash made a hole for him and his new partner.