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by G.A. Hauser
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: LAPD cop Mickey Stanton knew the minute the new guy, Jeff Chandler, a transfer from Seattle PD ended up in his division, he was crazy about him. Ending up in the same patrol car working as partners, Mickey couldn't believe his luck when one late evening at the end of shift, they revealed to each other their sexual preference. From that moment, the two of them began a fiercely wild love affair which included risqué sex on duty. As the exhaustion and stress of the job compete with their volatile relationship, Mick and Jeff struggle to keep what they have alive as the battles between them are as passionate as the sexual bouts. Can the two big cats, the sworn officers of LAPD make it happen? Or will the job and the anger separate these top men? Sometimes the answer is sitting in a patrol car by your side.
eBook Publisher: Phaze, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: February 2010
102 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [276 KB]
Reading time: 172-241 min.
"Ah! Mickey! Not here, you maniac!"
"Shut up and come." Mickey Stanton knelt down in the middle of a living room that was not either of theirs. Unbuckling Jeff's utility belt; the radio, the cuffs, mace, keys, flashlight, and his Glock and extra magazine clips, hung heavily from the leather holders clipping it to Jeff's pant's belt. He flipped Jeff's hard cock from his briefs and wrapped his lips around it.
"Oh, God!" Jeff panted in heaving gasps.
He loved it! Mickey got off on him and Jeff doing wild things on calls. It was such a rush. There they were, in the middle of checking an open premise for a residential burglary alarm in West LA, having oral sex. It just didn't get any better than that.
The scent of Jeff's body, his dark pubic hair brushing his face as Mickey drew him in deep, he felt Jeff on the verge, his cock going rigid and his hands. Mickey reached out to grip Jeff's dark blue uniform shirt.
He wanted to release his own cock and jack off, but he didn't think the residents would like finding spunk on their plush white rug.
"Ah! Oh, Christ!"
Mickey groaned in pleasure as Jeff's cum filled his mouth.
"Ah...Mickey...dispatch is calling..."
"My mouth is occupied." Mickey lapped at the head of Jeff's cock.
After an audible nervous swallow, Jeff keyed his shoulder mike. "Eight-Adam-One."
"Checking your status on the open premise."
Mickey laughed wickedly.
"Under control, Eight-Adam-One," the dispatcher acknowledged.
Sitting back, he looked up at Jeff's gorgeous face. "You sounded like you just came."
"Shut up." Jeff stuffed his soft cock into his pants and hoisted the heavy gun belt back to his hips. "You are insane."
"Don't you love it?" Mickey stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Two cops sucking dick in the middle of a residential alarm? It's so fucking hot."
"Jesus, Mick..." Jeff double checked his zipper and caught his breath. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Suck mine on the next one." He winked, walking out of the living room.
After securing the home, Mickey dropped into the passenger's seat of their patrol car and began writing up a ticket for a false alarm.
Jeff collapsed next to him behind the wheel, resting his head against headrest and the Plexiglas divider that separated the backseat from the front. "I can't believe we got paired up together. What fucking luck, Mick."
"Yes, Officer Chandler, we are fucking lucky." Mickey finished writing the citation and tore off one copy. "Be right back." He hopped out, stuffed the paperwork into the mailbox and returned to the car.
"Lunch?" Jeff waited for him to get buckled in and cram his citation book back into the full nylon briefcase at his feet.
"Just had mine," Mickey replied, licking his lips and giving Jeff a sensuous grin.
"Was it enough to hold you all afternoon?" Jeff put the car in drive and began cruising down the street.
"No. I'll want seconds. Sloppy seconds."
"Shut up." Jeff laughed and slapped Mickey in the chest, hitting his Kevlar vest.
"Christ, I love doing that." Mickey squirmed in the seat.
"Make a decision, Mick. Clear the call and ask for lunch, or just clear the call. We can't milk it much longer."
"I want to milk you." He grabbed Jeff's crotch.
"You already did! Sheesh! Sucked me like a Hoover." Jeff grinned at him. "Clear the damn call."
Mickey picked up the mike. "Eight-Adam-One."
"Clear. Code One-Two."
"Eight-Adam-One, clear Code One-Two."
Mickey hung up the mike and stretched his legs as much as he could in the tight space. "What are you hungry for?"
"My cock up your butt."
Mickey broke up with laughter. "And you say I'm bad!"
Jeff pulled into the parking lot of their usual Mexican restaurant.
"You realize that's the one thing we haven't done on duty yet." Mickey unhooked his seatbelt as Jeff parked.
"On duty? Come on, Mick. It isn't possible." Jeff picked up the mike and asked the dispatcher for a lunch break. She gave them one.
They exited the car and walked together to the entrance.
"I'm not so sure about that," Mickey said. "I bet on the next alarm we could do it. You sitting on my lap. What do ya say?"
"I say you're nuts."
"I've got a rubber and a small packet of lube in my pocket."
"You've got your brains and a horny dick in your pocket." Jeff opened the restaurant door, allowing Mickey to enter first.
"I will nail your ass on duty," Mickey whispered out of the side of his mouth.
"I doubt that's gonna happen, babe. Too risky." Jeff straightened his expression for the woman who waited for them to approach.
"Hello, boys," the hostess greeted them. "Busy day?"
"Not too bad so far." Jeff smiled at her.
"Got a table up front by the window. I know you guys prefer it."
"Thanks, Conchita." Jeff winked.
Once they sat down she asked, "The usual, or would you like to look at menus?"
Mickey licked his lips wickedly at Jeff. "I know what I want."
"So do I." Jeff chided Mickey with an imploring look and said to Conchita, "The usual, please."
"Coming right up."
Mickey adjusted the volume on his radio so he could hear it but wasn't loud enough to annoy anyone else. "What are we doing tonight?"
Jeff waited as Conchita set down two glasses of water for them. After he thanked her, Jeff sipped his. "What do you want to do?"
"Fuck each other in uniform."
Choking on his water, Jeff cleared his throat. "Don't you get sick of always being in this thing?" Jeff tugged on his shirt.
"Not when my dick is up your ass."
Once he took a look around the area, Jeff leaned over the table. "You're lucky you're so fucking good looking, Stanton, because you're fucking high maintenance."
"Moi?" Mickey pressed his fingers against his chest. "That's crap. I'm so easy to please."
"Yeah, when we do it in risque places." Jeff took another paranoid glance around.
"Hey, this," Mickey tugged at his own uniform shirt, "is just my stinkin' job, not my whole life."
"Then why do you want us to screw wearing it?"
"'Cause it's hot. I've had a cop fetish since I was ten."
"Yeah, huh?" Jeff finished his water.
"Yeah. Always played cops and robbers and wanted the cops to punish me, handcuff me, and beat a confession out of me. Mm."
"Shh. Food's here." Jeff pointed as Conchita brought over their meals.
"Here you go, men."
"Thank you. You're a doll for getting it out so fast." Jeff smiled at her.
"I love the food here." Mickey began devouring his enchiladas.
"And they love us. I hate wondering if someone has spit in my food." Jeff took a big bite of his taco.
"No secret sauce here." Mickey dabbed his lip with a napkin. "We should ingratiate ourselves with our local fire department."
"You mean the two hunks?" Jeff smiled.
"I mean the two hunks." Mickey continued to stuff his face in case an emergency call came across the radio and they had to drop their food and run. "You know they cook dinner and lunch at the fire station. We could happen to stop by at meal time."
"Why don't we just go out with them socially?"
"Yeah?" Mickey sipped his water.
Conchita brought a pitcher and refilled both their glasses.
"You're wonderful," Mickey acknowledged her.
"You're making me blush." She winked and walked to the next table.
"If I was straight, I'd do her." Jeff looked over his shoulder.
"Anyway..." Mickey rolled his eyes. "You want to see Hunter and Blake socially?"
"I wouldn't mind. But other than a few chance meetings on the job, do we really know them?"
Mickey was down to his last bites quickly. "We could get to know them better."
Jeff paused to listen to a call broadcast over radio. He resumed eating calmly, looking up at Mickey.
"You're hot for Hunter," Mickey hissed.
"I am not," Jeff replied, shaking his head.
"No? Why not? Big beefy fireman?"
"I never know what you want me to say?" Jeff pushed his empty plate aside and took out his wallet.
"I keep you on your toes, Officer Chandler."
"That's an understatement." Jeff counted out some singles for a tip.
"We got five minutes. Sit." Mickey slouched, moving his legs to lean against Jeff's under the table.
Jeff mirrored his posture, sitting low in the chair. "I'm fucking wiped. I'm not so sure about this three/twelve bullshit."
"Want to go on four/tens?"
"Can we just do that?"
"You don't like the extra days off?" Mickey drank more water.
"I do, but twelve hours is an eternity." Jeff watched two men pass, staring at them warily.
"Talk to the sarge."
"Would we still work together?"
"How the fuck should I know?"
Jeff straightened his back and leaned over the table. "I love working with you, Mickey. You're so much fun."
Mickey met Jeff over the table, nose to nose. "Likewise."
At their seductive pose, Jeff appeared paranoid and moved back. "Let's hit the road."
After they paid the check and were once again in their black and white patrol car, Jeff cleared their lunch break and headed to their district to cruise the streets. Mickey rested his hand on Jeff's broad thigh, rubbing it affectionately.
"Want to head to Venice Beach and check out the eye candy?" Jeff asked.
"Is anything holding?" Mickey turned to the computer screen that was bolted to the dash between them and typed in some codes to get his information. "Since July fourth, it's really calmed down."
"Yeah, that usually means something huge is going to happen."
"Shut up. I'm not in the mood for a big shooting." Mickey tapped at the keys. "Nothing in our district."
"Eye candy it is."
Mickey returned his hand to Jeff's leg. "I feel like I've known you for longer than three months, Jeff."
Jeff peeked over at him as he drove. "Are you going anywhere with this?"
"Well, yeah." Mickey laughed softly.
"You want us to move in together."
Rubbing Jeff's thigh, he replied, "Smart cop."
"Are you ready to be exclusive? Or just sick of living with your sister?" Jeff parked the patrol car with a good view of the beach and paved path. He kept the motor running with the air conditioning going as nearly nude men and women walked, jogged, or skated by.
Mickey noticed Jeff's attention resting on a very buff stud who was giving him the eye through the windshield. "This isn't about Aura. It's about us. I'm ready, but obviously you're not."
"I don't know. I just moved here from Seattle, Mick. I feel like I haven't had a chance to explore."
Mickey took back his hand and rested it on his own lap.
Jeff looked at him. "Mick, don't go all pouty on me."
"I guess we haven't talked about it, you know, how we feel about each other."
Laughing, Jeff said, "No. It's been pure sex and very little else between us so far."
Mickey paused as the dispatcher announced a new stolen vehicle, information only. "I want to talk to you more. But you fuck me senseless, then go to sleep."
"Twelve hours is a long day, babe." Jeff's eyes wandered out the window again.
"Well, I suppose at least I know where I stand." He crossed his arms over his chest. Angry, very angry.
Jeff tried to adjust his vest in the confines of the tight seat, pushing it up off his hip. "Mickey, please don't make it an issue between us. We love working together, don't we?"
Suddenly he felt like telling Jeff to fuck off, but didn't answer, instead staring out at the ocean waves.
"Why do you have to see other men?" Mickey growled a little more defensively than he'd intended.
"Hang on." Jeff held up his hand. He picked up the mike and responded to their call sign. "Eight-Adam-One."
"A report of shots fired in the area of Hancock Park."
"Roger, Code One." Jeff hung up the mike and put his seatbelt back on.
Mickey rubbed his jaw as they left the beach area. "This isn't an end to the topic."
"I didn't think it would be." Jeff checked the time on his watch.
Mickey thought they had something special. He'd already dated around. There was no Mr. Wonderful or Perfect out there. Jeff Chandler, with his tightly packed body, thick brown hair, and sea green eyes, was his Mr. Wonderful. It hurt to find out he wasn't Jeff's.
As they approached the park, Jeff opened the window of his cruiser, listening. "Who's the complainant?"
"Who fucking cares?"
"Mickey," Jeff admonished. "This is why I hate talking."
Mickey read the call off the monitor. "Anonymous."
"Just an area check then." Jeff slowed to a crawl, looking into the park.
For the last few hours of their shift, Mickey tried not to be upset, but it didn't work.
While Jeff changed, standing in front of his locker, he kept an eye on Mickey. He didn't want to hurt him. He adored him. But was he ready to "settle down"? Moving south from Seattle was like going on a journey to a foreign land. He'd left behind the wet, cold, skinny, pale men of Rain City and discovered the bronze, masculine beauties of La La Land.
Was it wise to hook up with the first dishy male treat he'd made it with?
Jeff had to admit seeing hot gay firemen kissing after a tragic death of a colleague had a profound effect on him. There were very macho gay males around here that made his mouth water. Shouldn't he explore?
Seeing Mickey dressing in his street clothing, a seductively tight pair of white shorts and a navy blue LAPD t-shirt that had been cut into a midriff showing off Mickey's perfect egg-carton abs, Jeff hurried to finish.
"Hey. Don't walk off." Jeff threw his waist pack with his off duty weapon over his shoulder and slammed his locker shut.
Mickey paused, giving him a roll of his bright blue eyes.
Meeting him, Jeff touched the small of Mickey's back, feeling his warm skin, and urged him out of the locker room. They bid goodnight to the few cops going off duty.
Once they were in the parking lot, in the darkness of the short summer night, Jeff stopped by Mickey's pickup truck. Nudging Mickey to lean back against his rig, he used his fingertips to run along the carved muscles of Mickey's exposed stomach. "Come to my place."
"I can't believe you're asking me over after what you said."
"I just don't know what I want to do. It doesn't mean I don't want to do you."
"Are you listening to yourself? You sound like a pig."
"Oink." He licked Mickey's neck.
"Better stop. There're a couple of guys walking out to their car."
Jeff stepped back, waiting as the other officers going off duty entered their private cars and left. "If the guys don't know we're fuck buddies by now, they're stupid cops."
"I just don't want the sarge separating us because he thinks we fool around on duty."
For some reason, that struck Jeff as hilarious. He broke up with laughter and bent over as he roared. After he calmed down, he choked out, "You mean giving each other head every chance we get?"
Mickey whacked him in the arm.
Calming down, Jeff took another scan around the area. They were alone for the moment. He dug his hand into Mickey's blond hair. "Sleep with me."
"Are you using me, Jeff?"
"No. I'm crazy about you." Jeff massaged Mickey's neck tenderly. "Mickey..." he purred, brushing his lips against Mick's.
"Fine. Go." Mickey nudged him.
Jeff allowed his hands to glide down Mickey's shoulders and chest slowly before he parted from him. There was no question Mickey was his type. Six feet tall, solid muscle, blond hair, blue eyes, and movie star good looks. Mickey Stanton turned him on to the extreme. What the hell am I looking for? Mickey is all I need. Isn't he?
Making his way to his Mustang, Jeff rested his gun pack on the passenger seat and started the ignition. Licking his top lip as he imagined the sex to come, Jeff was already turned-on. Just the scent of Mickey's body was enough.
They met at Jeff's place. With the help of a large cash inheritance when his grandmother died, Jeff had purchased a three-bedroom townhouse, complete with a clubhouse, spa, and pool. Mickey lived with his older sister, Aura, in an apartment in Cerritos.
Parking, waiting for Mickey at the door, Jeff unlocked it and tossed his heavy gun pack on the coffee table as he passed it. "Beer?"
Jeff removed two cold ones out of the fridge. It was nearly eleven, but they needed to unwind before they slept. Seeing Mickey staring down at the two concealed weapons as they lay together on the table, Jeff handed him the bottle. The minute Jeff's hand was free, he rubbed his palm over Mickey's crotch.
At first Mickey purred, pressing his hips tightly into Jeff's hand, but as if he reconsidered, he stepped back. "I don't like being jerked around."
"I'm not doing that. Not intentionally." Jeff sipped his beer, watching Mickey's expressions while being distracted by his body.
They stood in the dim room, drinking. It seemed his reluctance to commit was making a huge impact on Mickey. Jeff wasn't prepared for that kind of reaction. It had only been a short while since they had begun a sexual relationship.
When they were first assigned together, Jeff had no idea Mickey was gay. It had taken many nights of sitting together, chatting in private before that knowledge was released.
Jeff put his empty beer bottle on the table and closed the gap between them. With his right hand, he dug into the blond hair on the back of Mickey's head, and placed his left on Mickey's ass, drawing their crotches together. Mickey took one last swig, finishing his beer, reaching to set it down.
"Remember when we realized we were both gay?" Jeff whispered, running his hand over the tight globe of Mickey's bottom. "Parked in that vacant church lot? Late at night?" He pressed his lips against Mickey's neck. "The minute we figured it out...remember what we did?"
Mickey released a sensual sigh.
Jeff felt both their cocks pulsate as they pressed together. "We wrapped around each other, on duty, and kissed for almost a half hour in the front seat of our patrol car." He licked his way to Mickey's jaw. "And groped each other's dicks through our uniform trousers...remember?"
Mickey's arms hung limp at his sides, covered with roping veins from his working out.
Jeff lowered his right hand to Mickey's shorts. He flipped open the button. "Your tongue fucked my mouth. It drove me insane." Dragging the zipper down, Jeff dipped his fingers into Mickey's tight clothing. "On duty, in uniform, in our patrol car."
Jeff released Mickey's erection from his briefs, sliding over its length. He chewed his way to Mickey's mouth, running his lips over his coarse shadow. "How many blowjobs have you given me on duty, Mick?" Jeff knew this kind of talk would drive Mickey wild. He ran his tongue over Mickey's bottom lip.
"A dozen?" Jeff took Mickey's lip between his teeth gently for a quick tug. "At least?"
Mickey moaned, his head fell back and his cock bobbed.
"You sucked me every chance you got. Every open premise, back stairwells of tenement houses, the bathroom at the precinct..." Jeff increased his stroking, rubbing his fingers over Mickey's oozing slit, feeling his own cock pressing against his shorts. "And now you want to butt fuck me on duty, you dirty cop...dirty, dirty..."
Mickey grabbed Jeff's head and kissed him, opening his mouth and ramming his tongue inside Jeff's mouth. The force of Mickey's attack propelled Jeff back, slamming him into the coffee table, upsetting the empty beer bottles. They stumbled over the leather chair and hassock as Mickey moved them to his bedroom.
Mickey dragged Jeff's shirt over his head and dropped it on the stairs leading to the second floor. Their mouths still sucking and licking at one another, Mickey tore open Jeff's shorts as Jeff yanked Mickey's t-shirt over his head.
Jeff ran his hand over Mickey's torso and his smooth, taut skin. He was so hot for this crazy blond cop he could spurt. They tripped into Jeff's bedroom, kicking off their shoes and socks, dragging each other's shorts down their thighs. Parting from Mickey's mouth to get him naked, Jeff panted hard, his excitement piqued. Grabbing the material of Mickey's Calvin's, Jeff ripped them down his legs. His own clothing coming off as quickly, the minute they were both nude, they wrapped around each other and connected their mouths again.
The grappling was so rough it was painful. Their growing beards scratching each other's face, the grinding of their cocks was manic in their need to penetrate, to come.
Jeff was going insane. He let loose an animalistic growl and shoved Mickey back onto his bed. Horizontal, they continued to suck on each other's tongues and lips, writhing on the mattress. Unable to take much more, he parted from Mickey's mouth and dug into his nightstand. Under him, Mickey gasped for breath, pumping both their cocks together as he waited.
Shaking from the excitement, Jeff slid the condom on and slathered himself with lube. Once he was ready, he shoved Mickey's legs back roughly, exposing his ass. Grinding his teeth at the longing, Jeff slid inside and hissed out a breath of air, his skin lighting on fire.
"Hard...I want it hard, Chandler...fuck me hard."
Bracing himself on his arms, Jeff dug in deep, his jaw clenched, his chest heaving. Mickey clamped around Jeff's neck and drew him down to his mouth, trapping Mickey's cock between them. The minute it had, Mickey pumped like a mad man, sucking on Jeff's tongue and mouth, groaning loudly.
Sweat running down Jeff's face and chest, he slammed his hips into Mickey as each sensation rose to a peak.
God, he loved fucking this man! Nothing compared to it, nothing!
The intensity beginning to overwhelm him, Jeff felt a rush of tingles up his spine and almost screamed from the pleasure. There was no dainty foreplay between them, never had been. It was direct and to the point, just like their life on the job. Get it done! Get it done right, and get it done now!
Mickey parted from their kiss to breathe and gasp as his cum shot out between them with blasting force.
Delighting in the throbbing heat of Mickey's pulsating dick and the feel of his spunk filling the gap between their drenched bodies, Jeff's cock went wild inside Mickey's hot hole. Instantly, he felt the pleasure churning in his balls. He arched his back and closed his eyes, thrusting as deep as he could inside Mickey. Opening his mouth, Jeff grunted as he came, "I love fucking you, you mother-fucking gorgeous cop!" he roared like a lion's bellow, hearing it echo in the dark room. Even after he came, he gave another violent thrust against Mickey's sweat soaked body, relishing in the slapping of their wet skin. "Motherfucker," he gasped, hanging his head as he got over the strength of his climax.
Pausing to savor the aftershocks and dull throbbing, Jeff opened his eyes. Mickey was staring at him. The love and adoration in them was so obvious Mickey didn't have to say a word to communicate it to him.
Moving more tenderly now that they had come, Mickey drew Jeff down to his mouth and licked at his lips and dewy face.
"I adore you, Jeff."
Swallowing down his dry throat, Jeff nodded. "Same here, Stanton. Believe me." Still inside, he ground his pelvis against Mickey's ass, wishing he could stay in until he became fully erect again and continue screwing him. It was that good. He always wanted to be inside this man. It was an obsession he knew Mickey was reflecting. They were so similar in so many ways, Jeff had no doubt Mickey was as addicted to his cock as he was to Mickey's.
Mickey wrapped around Jeff's back and held him tight. Closing his eyes, Jeff rested his weight on top of him, exhaustion finally catching up. Feeling his limp cock sliding out of Mickey's body, he allowed Mickey to unwind his bent legs. They kissed tenderly until they almost fell asleep as they were.
Motivating himself, with a supreme effort, Jeff raised himself off of Mickey's prone body. Getting to his feet, he stared down at the sight of a well-fucked man on the bed. Very nice indeed. "Can you move?"
Mickey moaned in reply.
Jeff extended his hand to him. As Mickey clasped it, Jeff hauled the big man to his feet. "Wash and sleep. I can't even see straight at the moment I'm so exhausted."
"Fuck..." Mickey moaned in agreement.
Taking turns at the sink and toilet to brush their teeth, scrub up and urinate, Jeff shut the light and dragged himself to bed. As he dropped down on it with a thud, Mickey did the same. A click of the off switch on the lamp on the nightstand before he settled down and his eyes were closed. Behind him, Mickey spooned him, dragging him against his body.
The feel of Mickey's skin, his soft breath on Jeff's back offered incredible comfort to him. It was strange perhaps, since he was a cop, but sleeping with an officer had its perks. Jeff never felt safer than when he was with Mickey, his partner, and his guardian angel.