Page 69 of Zero Divergence
Sawyer wanted to kick the kid in his gold lamé-covered crotch but couldn’t deny this side of Royce was sexy as hell.
When they reached the precinct, Sawyer sent Royce to the locker room to clean up since he’d taken the brunt of the damage. He had ranch dressing matted in his hair and buffalo and barbecue sauces splotched across his neck, face, and shirt. Sawyer had never been so happy to hand anyone over to Officer Doughman for processing.
Every step Sawyer took toward the locker room made him happier and hornier. He knew exactly where to find his man and how he wanted to end their night. Royce wasn’t even surprised when Sawyer whisked back the shower curtain in the last stall—their stall. The one where Royce let down his guard and showed Sawyer his vulnerability that first time. The same spot where Sawyer realized his feelings for Royce Locke were much stronger than he’d realized.
“It’s about fucking time,” Royce said, smiling at him. “Did you hand Frick and Frack off—”
Sawyer pressed his finger to Royce’s lips, stopping the flow of words. He started to drop to his knees, wanting to play out Royce’s fantasies, but his boyfriend stopped him with a jerky headshake.
Sawyer lowered his hand and started to take a step back. He thought Royce had wanted this, but maybe he’d read the situation wrong.
Royce gripped Sawyer’s hips and pulled him close. Pressing his lips to Sawyer’s ear, Royce whispered, “I don’t want you kneeling on the shower floor. It’s gross. There’s no telling who used it last or what they did in here.” Royce nipped his earlobe sharply. “I only want you covered in my spunk from here on out. See the bottle of lube on the shelf?” Sawyer glanced over, and sure enough, he spotted a travel-size bottle. “I put it in my shaving kit a while back just in case.”
Sawyer briefly debated asking what he meant by just in case, but his blood was quickly flowing south and taking his ability to think logically with it. Did it really matter anyway? Hell no.
“So, fuck me, baby,” Royce whispered roughly. He turned around, presenting his luscious ass to Sawyer.
Sawyer palmed Royce’s firm globes and began massaging them, eliciting an indecent moan from his man. “Shh, someone is going to overhear us,” he whispered in Royce’s ear. Due to it being mid-shift and a late hour, the risk of getting caught was lower, but wasn’t that part of the turn-on? “We’ll get called to the chief’s office,” Sawyer said huskily.
Royce shuddered. “That’s so not sexy.”
“Oh, sorry. This is new territory for me too.”
Reaching behind him, Royce cupped the back of Sawyer’s head to pull him closer, then turned his face and melded their mouths together. The position was awkward, and it was impossible to kiss Royce as deeply as he wanted, but it took Sawyer’s mind off his bumbling attempt to rock his boyfriend’s world. He spread Royce’s ass cheeks and rocked his hips forward, rutting his cock along Royce’s crack.
Royce broke their kiss with a moan. “Get the lube. Want to feel you inside me.”
Sawyer pinched Royce’s ass and laughed when he yelped. “Not enjoying this, huh?”
Royce gripped Sawyer’s right hand and brought it around to his rock-hard cock. “Seems to me I’m enjoying this just fine. Now fuck me.”
Sawyer took a lot of jabs from Royce for being a control freak, but it was true. Royce would thank him later when he was balls deep inside him though. Sawyer ignored Royce’s curses and continued stroking his cock while nibbling on his shoulder and neck, only stopping when he was in jeopardy of coming too soon.
The snick of the flip-cap opening seemed loud in the locker room, but even if someone had walked in, they would’ve thought it was shampoo. That was until Royce moaned and begged for more like the bossiest bottom this side of the Mason-Dixon line when Sawyer took his sweet time stretching Royce open for him.
“You’ll pay for this,” Royce said, sounding ragged. “As soon as I recharge.”
“Uh-huh,” Sawyer said, adding a third finger and pegging his prostate.
“Fuck me now, asshole. I mean it.”
“Or you’ll what?” Sawyer asked thickly. “Walk out of here and leave me hanging?”
“God, no,” Royce said. “I’ll beg prettily until you take mercy on me.”
“That,” Sawyer said, removing his fingers and aligning his dick to Royce’s ass, “is more like it.” He thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt on the first drive.
Luckily, he’d had the forethought to cover Royce’s mouth with his palm, which muffled his jubilant cries. Royce rose on his tiptoes and arched his spine, pushing back harder against Sawyer’s penetration, urging him to fuck Royce hard. Sawyer had something else in mind though. Sawyer wanted to go slow and feel Royce unravel from the inside out and revel in the beautiful gift that was Royce Locke’s body. He started by sliding his hand from Royce’s mouth to wrap around his neck, feeling Royce’s pulse race beneath his thumb.
“Asshole,” Royce whispered when it became apparent Sawyer wasn’t going to give in.
“You do have the sweetest one I’ve ever had the privilege to know,” Sawyer replied. “I can never get enough. Feel the way you grip me?”
“I will get even,” Royce promised.
Sawyer was on the verge of losing control and putting them both out of their misery when the locker room door opened followed by the unmistakable sound of rubber soles squeaking and smacking against the tile floors. Royce stiffened in Sawyer’s hold when the footfalls got louder as the person drew nearer to their shower stall, which only made Royce’s pucker tighten harder around Sawyer’s cock.
Squeak. Smack. Squeak. Smack.Then silence when the person stopped on the other side of the shower curtain.