Nothing Special VI: His Hart's Command, page 19
part #6 of Nothing Special Series
God nodded.
“Oh shit. What?” Ruxs stood.
“For the rest of the week you guys are in your Class A uniforms,” Syn mumbled, looking everywhere but at his detectives. “We want you to look professional for the kids.”
“I’m sorry.” Tech stood, blinking his long lashes. “But did you say, uniforms? A? As in the thick, scratchy, polyester blue one that I never ever had to wear, not even once? With that big ass utility belt with shit no officer uses? That uniform, God?”
Free tried not to laugh. He guessed, when they were used to wearing their street clothes, going back to those things could be irritating. But, damn, they were acting as if they had to wear the DARE lion suit.
“That part was my idea. That’s the penance.” Hart smirked.
“Helluva penance,” Green griped, crossing his arms like a pissed teen. “What if I can’t find mine?”
“Then you better make you one before Monday,” Day laughed behind his fist.
Syn flinched. “It’s only for a week, guys.
“Well, this bites,” Ruxs added.
“Hey! When you have to face the director of special investigations and answer his redundant, insulting-ass questions that leave you with very little dignity by the time he lets you go—then we’ll discuss what really bites, Ruxs.” Day said. “You all don’t think about what bites for us when you all fuck up.”
“We can’t go out in public in uniforms. We have to protect our cover,” Ruxs stupidly tried to argue.
Day rolled his eyes. “I hardly think a bunch of third-graders are gonna blow the whistle on you guys. Now, shut up.”
“Week after that, you’ll be in training simulations with my unit over at the academy, and then we’ll go from there.” Having come and laid down the law, Hart left with his officers.
Free was hard as a diamond in his jeans. He watched Hart’s broad back until he disappeared around the corner. He bit his bottom lip, thinking of the nasty things he wanted to do to that back tonight, when he noticed his entire department staring at him. He hurried and swiveled his chair around to his desk and buried his head in a gadget, trying to hide his arousal under the table.
Damn, he had it bad.
Hart
“You don’t think you’re moving a bit fast, Ivan? I told you yes, be assertive in asking for what you wanted but damn…I didn’t think you’d move him in.” God shook his head, then lined up his shot. “Six ball, corner pocket.”
“He’s not moved in. He still has his own place,” Hart countered for the second time. He was sick of convincing his friend that he and Free were not living together. I don’t think. Even though he hoped he was waiting for him in his bed when he got there, and not in his RV.
“Where’d he sleep last night?” God stood taller, bracing the cue on the floor in front of him. “And the night before that?”
In my arms. Instead of saying that, Hart took a long gulp of his beer.
“Mmmhmm. Like I thought,” God mumbled.
“It’s all good, man. We’re getting to know each other.”
God shrugged, “Yeah. Freeman’s cool. I can see why you like him. But, don’t rush it.”
“He is nice and laid back.” Hart laughed humorlessly. “I thought he’d be a guy who’d be hung up on looks and status because he’s so sexy, but he’s not. He’s just regular.”
“And a certified genius.”
“Yeah, that too.”
“Isn’t it a little scary dating a guy that could basically wipe you from existence and never have to get up from his desk?” God laughed.
“Fuck you. That’s not funny.” Hart shoved him on his way around the table. “Hell, Cash at this point, I just want someone who’s gonna be kind to me. You get what I’m saying. He’s not like Reese.”
“That’s ’cuz there’s only one wicked witch from the southwest. No one could be like that.” God sank his next shot as well, then finished with the nine in the side pocket. He came and sat beside him, ordering another round.
Hart’s head wasn’t really in the game. It was at his house where the man he loved was waiting up for him. Damn, that was a foreign feeling. Great…but so very different. It was after ten o’clock. His belly was full of wings, riblets, and really good beer, and now he was ready to go home and unwind. But, he was trying to be there for his friend, since God was currently avoiding his hostile home situation.
When Hart had walked through the precinct doors he’d caught the tail end of Day arguing with God in the parking lot, right before he jumped on his bike and burned rubber out of the lot. His friend had stood there looking so miserable in the dark that he had to ask him out for drink to talk about it.
They’d been at Pubs since they’d left the office. He’d let God get it all off his chest, and had even given him some pretty good advice—if he said so himself—since he was in the relationship-way now, he felt qualified. His guidance was to go home and apologize and beg to be let back into his bed.
“God, I’m gonna call it, man.” Hart stood, pulling out a few bills for his tab.
“Oh, come on. It’s early,” God growled. “Don’t tell me he’s got you dick-whipped and on a curfew already.”
“I’m gonna let that slide since you’ve had a few, but don’t push it.” Hart motioned for one of the ladies who owned the bar to send for an Uber. They were such regulars that she just added it to the tab they settled weekly. “Now, you gotta go home and face the music. Come on. I’ll wait outside with you for the cab. You need some air.”
“No. What I need is my husband to stop giving me shit all the time,” God snapped.
“Nobody wants to be all work and no play, Cash. You’re acting like you don’t want to compromise. All he’s asking for is one date night a week.” Hart frowned, leaning with God against the side of the building. “Why is that so hard?”
“It’s not hard! Did I say it was hard?” God glared at him.
“Cash.” Hart sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What’s this really about?”
God dropped his chin to his chest, his long hair falling messily around his rugged face. “I’m tired, Ivan. This damn task force is draining me, dude. And all I wanna do when I get home is eat, fuck my husband and get in my damn bed. Is that too much for a man to ask?”
Hart understood now. The last couple of weeks had been rough on his buddy. The mayor was leaning on the chief of police to get the Cornelia gang out of commission, and the chief was riding God hard to give him those results. Now Hart had grounded them, so that didn’t help the situation either—no matter how necessary it was. His team was angry at him and not speaking to him. And with everything going on, God’s husband had kicked him out of his bed.
“I feel you. And no. It’s not too much to ask. But Leo has always supported you and had your back. He’s been giving you everything you need for a long time. Let him have something he’s been needing. Maybe you guys can take a few days off while your team is with mine at headquarters the week after next. Let the boys make their amends and you and Day carve some of that time out for yourselves. Dinner and a movie, or bowling. That’s an easy compromise.”
God ran his hand through his hair, raising his face towards the sky, “Yeah, I guess.”
“Cash when your partner’s talking like Day is… you don’t ignore it. Because if anyone knows what feeling like a used piece of meat is, it’s me.” Hart met God’s green eyes. “No one wants to feel like that, man. Ever. I’m telling you. That’s a terrible feeling. And if Day is saying you’re making him feel like, what did he say again, ‘just a hole to fuck’; then you need to stop being stubborn and fix that.”
“He knows he not just that,” God growled.
“Does he?”
“Yes!”
“How?” Hart asked calmly. “How do you show him?”
It was quiet on the dark street in front of the Pub. The weather was humid, but not as bad as it had been, with fall fast approaching. Hart checked his friend, who looked to be deep in thought, his expression becoming more and more pained as he did. He didn’t interrupt God’s reflection.
“Shit,” God finally groaned. “I’ve fucked up again.”
“Yeah, you did. But, Day always forgives you.” Hart walked him to the curb where his Uber driver had pulled into the MARTA lane. “Just plan a nice date for him tomorrow night and he’ll be putty in your hands.”
“You think so?”
“I bet anything. Then the week after that you need to close down the office for a few days.”
“What?!” God barked, sticking his big head out of the window of the SUV.
“You heard me. Your husband says you put work before him. It’s a grand gesture. You’re the boss. Shut it all down and whisk Day away for a while.” Hart said.
“Ugh. Fine.” God sat back in the seat, flipping Hart off. “You get one damn boyfriend and all of sudden you’re fuckin’ Chrisley knows best.”
Hart laughed. “That guy’s not even gay.”
“Yeah okay. If you say so,” God scoffed before he told the driver to take him home.
Hart was pulling into his garage when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
God: Breakfast at the diner. My treat.
Hart: Make it eight. I’m sleeping in.
Hart laughed to himself. That was God’s unique way of saying ‘thank you’. He closed his garage after noting the darkness in Free’s RV. Please be in my bed.
Free
It was almost eleven and Free’s eyes were getting heavy. Hart had texted him after work and told him to eat dinner without him, that he wasn’t coming straight home because God needed him. Free was glad he’d been alone, because he’d damn near did a happy dance. It really did feel like they were living together. Hart gave him a courtesy text to tell him that he’d be home late. That had to mean he wanted Free inside and waiting for him.
The second he heard the garage door open, he reclined farther onto the thick pillows and tried to immerse himself in the book he’d been reading. It was useless, because all he could do was track the sound of Hart’s boots as they made contact with the hardwood floor. His heart beat in an unnatural rhythm. He’d never waited on anyone in their bed before. He’d never been in love before.
“Evening.” Free jerked slightly at the sound of Hart’s deep voice. “Damn. That bed’s never looked better.”
“Then come join me.” Free set his book down.
“Oh, I plan to.” Hart went into his walk-in closet and started removing his clothes. He managed to only spend about twenty minutes in the bathroom before he came out. Hart tossed his towel across the footboard of his bed, then climbed in on the right side.
“Am I on the side you usually sleep on?” Free asked. He set his book on the nightstand and turned toward his boyfriend. He smelled like that aftershave. Free inched closer to Hart’s naked body.
“No. I kinda sleep in the middle. Which I still am.” Hart held his arm out and Free settled nicely onto his chest.
“Do you always sleep naked?” Free leaned in and kissed him.
“I do now.” Hart moaned, dipping his tongue inside at their first kiss since early this morning. Hart’s groan reverberated through Free’s chest, mixing with his own sounds of pleasure. He’d been waiting on this all day.
Hart touched him like he was a precious flower. So soft and caring. He gazed at him as if he flung the stars in the sky and controlled their orbits. Hart’s thick cock nudged at his hip, but they didn’t do anything about it. There was no desperation like last night, realizing he had as much time as he wanted.
Hart brought their kisses to a crawl, talking to him in between tastes. “Did you eat dinner?”
Free licked his lips, stroking his fingers through Hart’s beard. “Yeah, I did. I had, um…um.” Free kept rubbing, “Um.”
“What?” Hart laughed. He looked so pleased when Free got lost in his beard.
Free shook his head. “I ate the last of the curry chicken. I threw out the rest of it, figuring we were done with that. Did you help God with what he needed tonight?”
“Yeah. He’s fine.” Hart stretched then turned them onto their sides.
“You sound tired.” Free kissed Hart’s chest, then placed his cheek on the dense hair over his pecs.
“A little. That meeting with the Chief was brutal today.” Hart yawned again. “Oh man. Sorry.”
Free peppered kisses along Hart’s sternum, enjoying the purr of pleasure that vibrated his lips. “You’re not a machine. I can imagine today was difficult. Thank you for sticking up for us today, and not getting us all fired. I would’ve felt like shit.”
“You’re welcome.” Hart’s voice was husky and trailing off as he drifted to sleep. “I’ll do anything for you.”
“I know.” Free nestled into Hart’s pit, a place he’d become quite familiar and comfortable with. “Get some rest.”
“Night, baby,” Hart mumbled, already sounding as if he was asleep.
Hart
Hart woke up feeling rested, warm, comfortable…and extremely horny. The more he came awake and aware of his position, the harder he got—until he was impossibly hard. Unnngh, shit. Free was curled around him like a snake. His handsome face buried against the side of his chest, one arm and leg slung across his body and clenched tightly, like a constrictor. Free moaned and shifted his hips, his thigh brushing Hart’s dick.
His smile was as lazy as he felt. Hart spread his legs a little wider, giving his balls more room to breathe. They were heavy between his thighs, ready to spill. He lightly touched his fingertips to Free’s warm skin and ran them down his spine. God, he’s beautiful. Free squirmed—tormenting him—then turned over, nestling his ass right where Hart wanted it.
Hart chased him. He folded his body over Free’s, cradling his cock in those soft cheeks. Free moaned as if he was having a wet dream—his eyes still closed—and inched back against him. Hart’s eyes fluttered closed. It was almost six, still a lot of darkness outside his window, mixed with the oranges and splotches of light blue. Dawn was approaching—his favorite time of day.
Hart kissed the side of Free’s face, then down his scratchy jaw to his throat. Whether consciously or not, Free inclined his head and pressed his ass back even more. Hart groaned and gripped Free’s hips, holding him right there while he languidly thrust into him. It wasn’t long before his cock started to leak, slicking his way. And Free was fully awake now.
Hart took his time and rubbed Free’s shoulders, his chest, his stomach, then down his abs until he got to his cock. He brushed his knuckles over it, and Free shuddered against him. Hart wrapped his fist around Free’s dick and gave it a long, slow pull, squeezing a little tighter when he got to the head. Free ground his ass into him, shallow-fucking his fist, too. Hart pumped his boyfriend’s hardness the same way he worked his hips. Nice and easy.
Free broke their head to toe contact when he reached into the nightstand for the lube. Neither of them had said anything yet. Just letting their touches and desperate breathing do the talking. He heard the cap, then Free made some room between them to fit his hand behind him. The motion his body made as he prepped himself had Hart thinking such nasty thoughts—like wanting his own fingers stretching Free’s hole. He easily took over, moving Free’s hand. Free added more lube to Hart’s dick while he opened him.
Free had a serious grip on the base of his cock while he sat back against him, taking him slowly, inch by inch. Holy fuck. His chest ached from holding his breath. He held onto Free’s hips as firmly as he could, knowing he was leaving prints. Hart wished it was just a little brighter outside because he wanted to see his dick disappearing inside Free’s ass. He’d never been in this position. But he was loving it. He got up on his forearm and cupped Free’s chin to face him, kissing him messily from behind. Free’s eyes never opened, as if he was playing this all out in an amazing dream.
Free moaned deep and long when he was fully seated, shivering slightly. Hart pressed forward, wanting every inch of his cock buried inside. “Ohhhhhh,” Free whined over their sharp breaths when Hart stilled so deep in him.
“Mmmm,” Hart rumbled as warmth enveloped his body. “Good morning.”
“Indeed.” Free’s voice was a sexy-as-fuck baritone whisper. He’d uttered one word that had Hart wanting to bust already. Free took Hart’s arm and wrapped it snugly over his middle, the other he hooked around the back of Hart’s neck. He slammed his eyes shut when Free arched against him and started shoving his ass backwards on his cock. Fast, shallow pumps that made his fucking toes curl and the muscles in his arms go rigid. Damn, and here he thought he’d last longer than thirty seconds this time.
“Oh fuck, baby.” Hart felt his balls constrict and his shaft spasm violently. He lost his tempo jacking Free’s dick as he tried to hold on just a few more seconds.
Free kept going. His back damp, and abs flexing with each thrust he made. Hart glanced down between them. Those caramel-colored ass cheeks slapping obscenely against his thighs undid him like he knew they would. Hart held on and lost his control. Free mumbled some kind of encouragement, but he couldn’t make out the words. He fucked into Free, until the stars returned in the dawn, and he shot endlessly inside him. He came so hard, until he couldn’t speak. He was deaf, dumb and blind as he sat buried in his lover’s body, hoping he’d never be found.
Free
The week went by in a blur. While his team was stuck going to public schools all day to teach kids about saying no to drugs, Free was in the office alone. God and Day were doing what police bureaucracy shit they always had to do and Syn was supervising the community service. It made for a very long and boring workday. The only saving grace was what he had to look forward to when he left…and went home.
Now is home my RV, or Hart’s place? He wasn’t sure anymore. The lines had definitely blurred. He only went into his camper to get clothes, or to work on a project if Hart was gonna be late. Then he’d order dinner without him and leave his plate warm in the microwave while he waited up for him in bed. He didn’t want to say that what he and Hart had was perfect, but it was darn close.
