Bristlecone Pine Press
“Mulholland?”
David leered at him. “We're going to run out of gas soon.”
“Oh really.” In response he lay his head on David's shoulder where he could smell David's clean, unique scent, felt his warm breath and the pulse that beat under his chin. He snuggled his hand between David's thighs. David murmured his pleasure.
“Ah, here's the spot.” David pulled the car over onto the side of Mulholland Drive, facing toward city center.. A sea of lights from the downtown towers greeted them. The normally brilliant lights were augmented by Christmas lights Neither made any move to get out of the car. Chris seemed mesmerized by the scene.
David glanced at them, but his attention was on Chris. He always marveled at how he could go from smooth sophisticate who would have been at home with stars and the next minute show a child-like wonder at something as simple as a display of lights.
Eventually Chris turned his head to find David watching him. He smiled and nuzzled David's throat, feeling the rasp of new beard growth.
“You taste good,” he murmured. He felt the rumble of David's laughter through his lips.
“We're supposed to be enjoying the light show.”
“Oh I am.” He nipped and sucked on warm skin.
Overhead a helicopter played a search light out on the ground below it. David watched it circle. How ironic if he and Chris were caught up here by a patrol car. That would look good on his jacket. He closed his eyes as Chris burrowed his hand between his legs, stroking his growing hardness.
“I can tell,” he said, a little breathlessly.
Chris spoiled the mood by issuing a jaw cracking yawn. David immediately turned the Escape back on and headed down toward Silver Lake.
But at the door Chris wasn't ready to call it a night. “Want a nightcap?”
“I shouldn't...”
“Doesn't have to be alcohol. I've got juice. Coffee.” He almost said Me, but didn't want to scare David off.
David looked thoughtful. Then he nodded. “Sure, a coffee would be nice.”
With the coffee on they stood side by side over the sink. Chris got out mugs, his flavored cream and spoons. When he offered to nuke a couple of blueberry muffins David shook his grizzled head. “Not for me.”
Chris kept throwing glances at David, studying his all too familiar face.
“You were the best looking guy there tonight.”
“Hardly.”
“Sure you were.” Chris turned to face David, close enough to see the pores on his rough skin. “You never want to believe how sexy you are.” He reached up and loosened the clasp of his tie – no LAPD cop worth his badge wore anything but clip on ties – why give the bad guys a way to hang you – and slid his fingers over the crisp pale blue shirt front. Suddenly his roving fingers stopped moving. He began to undo the buttons, splaying the edges open.
He stared at the leather harness hugging David's broad, furred chest. He swallowed against a sudden rush of desire. His gaze went to meet David's.
“You wore that all night?”
“Yes,” David whispered.
Chris traced the outline of the chest strap, knowing it had been there all night, while David danced and laughed with his fellow cops. Knowing Chris would find it later and...
“Why?” Chris pushed the jacket off his shoulders and began to feverishly unbutton the shirt. He came up against the shoulder holster with David’s service weapon. “Get that off.”
David obeyed and drew his breath in when Chris dragged his shirt off and tackled his dress pants.
“Did you put...you did.”
David's thick cock filled the leather cock ring, expanding, the blood trapped by the strap, prolonging his erection. The pulse leaped in his throat and turned his groan into a hiss as Chris's fingers slipped past his balls to stroke the soft flesh behind them.
Then Chris said something David never expected to hear from him.
“I want to fuck you, David.”
“What?” He should have objected, should have flat out said no, he didn’t do that, but something stilled his words. All except, “Why?”
“I want to be inside you. I want to feel my cock in your ass. So perfect...” He muffled a groan as David's cock responded to his words and swelled, jerking in Chris's hand. He closed his eyes while he pushed the foreskin back, exposing his fat mushroom-shaped head. “I can tell. You want it too. Say yes.”
David thrust against the finger probing into his hole. He'd never let another man do that. Had barely ever considered it. But the fevered part of his mind still capable of thought wanted to yield, to surrender to the invasion for the first time – with this man. With Chris.
“Yes,” he hissed and rammed his mouth down on Chris's.
They fought their way out of the kitchen, but never made it anywhere near the stairs toward the bedroom. In front of the window overlooking the Christmas lights of Silver Lake they tore each other's clothes off. David bent over the leather chair in front of the granite coffee table. Chris gripped his hips with iron fists.
Hoarsely he said, “Hang on.”
He fell to his knees on the carpet behind David and parted his cheeks, his tongue unerringly slamming home, coating his hole with saliva and probing it with fingers lubricated with David’s own pre-come. Then he slid the tip of his cock past the tight sphincter and pushed home.
Sharp pain assaulted David’s ass, but quickly turned to burning heat, then liquid fire.
Chris leaned over and bit David’s neck, hot words of love and lust mingled with moans until they were both reduced to gasping, shattered wordless cries.
David felt Chris released the strap of the cock ring and let go, exploding inside him at the same time his hand found and jerked David to orgasm.
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