Page 70 of Zero Divergence

“Uh, Detective Key?” the voice asked timidly.

“Yes, Officer Doughman,” Sawyer said, retreating until only the head of his dick was inside Royce. “Is there a problem with the intake paperwork?” How the fuck had he managed to sound so calm?

“Um, no, sir. Have you seen Sergeant Locke?”

Have I ever.Sawyer silently slid his dick back inside the tight clench. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t. He probably went home already. He was covered in chicken wing gunk, booze, and body glitter.”

“Oh, okay.”

Sawyer clamped one hand over Royce’s mouth and gripped his throbbing cock with the other. Standing on the balls of his feet, Sawyer canted his hips and fucked Royce with slow, silent strokes. “Sorry, Doughman.” His voice sounded strained because Royce had nipped his palm and squeezed his ass around Sawyer’s cock.

Sawyer was close. So fucking close. The way Royce trembled in his arms said he was too. Fantasy or not, Sawyer didn’t want to blow his load inside Royce with Officer Doughman standing on the other side of the curtain. He tightened his grip on the base of Royce’s cock. If Sawyer couldn’t come, Royce couldn’t either. Then he realized the quaking was from suppressed laughter. Sawyer leaned forward, sinking his teeth in the tendon straining in Royce’s neck. Royce hissed, pushing his ass back against Sawyer and wanting more. There was no way Doughman hadn’t heard him, just like there was no way he hadn’t missed their open duffle bags and two pairs of boots on the bench in front of their lockers.

Sawyer released Royce’s neck to lick over his teeth marks. “Is there a message or something I need to give him?” he asked, hoping to prod the young officer along.

“Oh, from me? No, sir. One of the guys from the bar had a question for him.”

I just bet. “Go back and tell those troublemakers Sergeant Locke is already in a relationship,” Sawyer said firmly. “He’s crazy in love and isn’t accepting phone numbers or friend requests on Facebook.”

Royce laughed harder. Unfortunately for Sawyer, it created friction around his shaft that threatened to topple his control.Don’t come. Don’t come.He was hanging on by a thread.

Officer Doughman chuckled. “I’d heard as much, but I thought I’d ask if it settled these hellcats down a little bit.”

“Sorry. I can’t help you, Doughman,” Sawyer said gruffly.

“Um, have a good night, sir,” the young cop said.

Squeak. Smack. Squeak. Smack.

Sawyer waited as the retreating footfalls got quieter, and the door opened and closed before he started moving inside Royce once more. It only took a few more strokes before both men were grunting and coming, uncaring who might overhear them by that point.

Sawyer eased out of Royce’s ass before turning his boyfriend around and kissing him long and slow. Then he washed the ranch dressing out of his hair.

“So, on a scale of one to ten, how entertaining did you find the divas fighting?” Sawyer asked.

“Not very,” Royce admitted.

Smoothing his hands down Royce’s corded biceps, Sawyer said, “At least you didn’t almost lose an eye to a chicken wing.”

Royce laughed. “True.”

Shyness suddenly washed over Sawyer. “What about the rest?” Had he fulfilled Royce’s fantasy or ruined it?

“Better than I ever imagined, GB.”

Royce dreamed of Marcus again. It had started happening more frequently, and he knew it was his subconscious urging him to listen to the damn tape. Unaware of his inner turmoil, Sawyer slept peacefully beside him while Bones was sprawled out between their bodies.

In the dream, he and Marcus had been at the lake again, but this time they were alone. Instead of fishing from the shore like usual, they’d been sitting in a small rowboat Royce hadn’t recognized.

Marcus had cast his line, then laid the rod on the bottom of the boat. Looking at Royce with twinkling blue eyes, he said, “You’ll feel much better if you listen to the tape.”

“What tape?” Royce had asked.

“Stop playing dumb and listen to it. You already know the worst and still love me. Right?” Marcus had asked, sounding uncharacteristically uncertain. One of the things Royce had loved most about Marcus was his confidence. “I know I let you down, Ro.”

You let yourself down.That wasn’t what Royce said, though. “Of course, I still love you.” Royce set his fishing pole down too. The urge to hug Marcus and reassure him had been strong. They’d never been super touchy-feely, and Royce had often wondered if it was because Marcus had known about Royce’s crush on him when they were younger. If so, Marcus had never let on that it bothered him. He had also never exploited Royce’s feelings to get his way when he could have so easily.

“Will that change if you listen to the tape?” Marcus had asked, his voice a cloudy mix of hesitation and misery.