Chapter 2: In-Pursuit
Ben followed. He couldn't reason why or figure out when he decided to do it. Just that he wanted to. He wanted to know about his puzzling superior and maybe get some insights on who the man really was. John was truly a complex cat. Aside from being a pill popping asshole, he knew that deep down underneath all that bullshit beat the heart of an honorable man. Ben saw that on their first day together as partners. Someone who he could trust completely and eventually respect.
Now more than ever Ben wanted to reach out to John, especially after they had a good day today. Today had been reminiscent of Ben's first few weeks on the job, and he liked it. No- he thought, he loved it. He relished having the old John back. John's tough remarks to Ben, the hard decisions that he made look simple and the hard-shell of his outer demeanor when confronted with the public. Ben preferred that John over the pain-induced junkie that he had recently become.
Stealthily he followed John out of the parking lot. He dressed quickly, throwing on his clothes still wet and shoving everything into his backpack before racing out the door minutes after John. He thought that he might have lost him when he hit the road on his motorcycle but John's mustang was easy to spot. He turned his bike towards John's direction and within minutes he parked outside a dive-bar.
The mustang still hummed from the drive as Ben walked past it. John was inside. Ben hesitated then. He never did anything like this before. He didn't know how John would react. He shrugged, deciding that he might as well give this a shot before he pussied out.
The second Ben walked into the bar he was engulfed with the bitter smell of liquor, sweat and smoke. He walked past a few patrons, his eyes surveying the dimly lit bar for his partner. He spotted John then, hunched over the bar on a stool and talking with the bartender, ordering a drink. Ben had to admit, John stood out whether he wanted to or not. His burly form was thick, yet underneath that shirt, Ben knew it wasn't fat. It was raw, powerful man. He was built, with ripped arms and lean build. Ben liked that about John. Mostly because Ben himself was always considered the runt of the family, though he kept his body in good health, working out and eating right, he still was only 5'7. John was built to be a cop. He was tall so that he could loom over people or bear down on them, a chiseled handsome face and large skull cracking fists. Traits Ben didn't have.
He casually strolled over to John and took the seat next to him at the bar. He caught the male bartender's gaze, "Make that two," he said referring to whatever John had ordered. The bartender nodded and sent John a mischievous wink. Ben glanced over to John, who was glaring daggers at him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" John suddenly demanded. Alarm etched on his face.
"I followed you- figured you want some company." Ben lied, pretending to be interested in the dive-bar. But really, his focus was riveted to the man besides him.
"Christ Ben, this was the wrong place to follow me to," He grumbled angrily as the bartender twirled around with two beers in his hands. He glanced between them.
"So… who's your friend John?" the bartender asked smiling almost knowingly at them.
"We're partners," Ben said, taking a swig from his icy cold beer.
"Oh! Partners! John I had no idea," the bartender said exuberantly, his eyes lighting in delight.
Ben narrowed his eyes suspiciously. John snorted, "It's not like that Eddie."
Eddie the bartender chuckled, "Aw-huh. Well honey the minute you actually decide to settle down, I should be the first to know."
Eddie the bartender twirled around and sauntered over to the waiting customer at the end of the bar. Ben stared at the curious man, realizing a few seconds ago that he was clearly gay and had mistaken Ben's term 'partners' as sexual ones, not work ones.
"Sorry about that," John's voice was gruff as he said, "Eddie and I go way back. And he doesn't know when to shut-up either."
"Clearly," Ben replied, sipping his beer, refusing to bring up the topic of them being gay lovers. Yet Ben had had his suspicions about John for a while now. And he had a strange feeling that tonight, he accidently just proved it true. He noted the men in the bar and returned his gaze to John, who also noted the men in the bar and the overall lack of women.
John's stare was as cold as Ben's beer. Ben cleared his throat awkwardly, "So… do you have a partner?"
John's cold gaze turned steely. "What's it to you?"
Ben shrugged, "it's not. I just wanted to know…"
"If I'm a fag?" John clarified for him.
Ben felt a spike of alarm in his chest from John's sudden anger. He didn't mean to piss him off, so he kept his mouth firmly shut.
John finally snapped, "Yeah- ok? I'm a big fuckin-faggot. So deal with it rookie."
"I don't care either way. It doesn't bother me."
"Really? You don't care that your superior is a cock sucker?" John remarked crudely.
Ben tensed. He knew John was just trying to get a rise out of him now. "Nah- as long as being gay doesn't affect your abilities to be a cop or me- I could care the fuck less, John."
John suddenly laughed heartily at this. "Affect my abilities as a cop…?" he continued to laugh. Ben felt his infectious laughter spill onto him and he couldn't help but smile back. "Jesus- you sounded like a true-blue-rookie then. Do you really think my sexuality has anything to do with my job?"
Ben paused, thinking of moments of when this could've been a problem. But no, he really couldn't. "No…" he answered honestly.
John continued to smile as he took a sip of his beer. Ben couldn't stop staring at the way his eyes crinkled in the corner when he smiled, or the smile itself. John was handsome when he was happy and seeing it now made Ben's stomach knot and twist strangely again. Damnit, what the hell? Was he attracted to John? Is this why he followed him here? To figure out what these strange, mixed up emotions were. Was he sexually attracted to him? Floored, Ben sat there, staring. Holly shit, he was, he realized with startling clarity. That's why it took him so long to piece it together, why he followed here, why he felt so strangely whenever they got just a little too close…
Suddenly Ben felt a hand brush against his arm. He glanced over his shoulder to see a man, slightly older than him and handsome in his own way, give him a sulturous smile. "Can I buy you a drink?" the guy asked in an obvious come-hither voice. His slicked black hair and cheesy golden necklace didn't appeal to Ben at all. He vaguely reminded him of guys who prowled the streets looking to score some drugs. Someone they might, as cops, follow to bust later. But this guy was checking him out, his eyes trailing up and down his body as if giving him a physical. Ben realized slightly horrified that he was being hit on!
He gulped, "No thanks, man."
The guy arched an eyebrow, "Are you sure?" He glanced over to John, who remained mysteriously quiet. "Cause I don't think he's interested. And I'm more than interested to hear your story, baby."
Ben nearly choked on his beer.
"His story?" John's strong voice suddenly rang out. "What the hell kind of line is that, anyway?"
The guy titled his head and glared openly back at John. "Look sweetheart- you can't blame me for pouncing on the hottest honey here. Seeing as how you ain't."
John gritted his teeth, "Piss off."
"I'm sorry- but two seconds ago you didn't seem to care too much. Why the sudden interest? It's obvious he ain't with you. So I think you should mind your business, tough guy." He snapped back, brushing ever closer to Ben. Ben hadn't even noticed this, he'd been too distracted by the furious anger building on John's face. But when the man stroked his back and cupped the back of his neck possessively, Ben flung backwards, but not before John was out of his chair and had the guy around the throat.
"You touch him again, and I'll jam that apple-tini of yours up your ass," John hissed furiously, holding the guy down against the bar. Beer spilled onto the counter, people jumped out of their seats.
Ben placed a firm hand on John's back and another one around his arm, "let him go… c'mon, John."
John's tense body relaxed slightly under his touch as he released the guy. The man stumbled away, clutching his throat as he fled.
John turned to him, his eyes surveying him closely, protectively. "Are you okay?"
Ben would've laughed at how serious he sounded, but from the obvious intent on his face, he kept his mouth shut and just nodded. His bright blue eyes flashed angrily, then after a moment of just staring, his face softened.
"C'mon- let's go. You don't belong here." John said abruptly as he paid for their beers and pushed his way through the on-lookers.
When the cold night air hit his face and the door of the bar closed firmly behind them, he heard John's strong voice. "What the hell were you thinking when you followed me here?"
Ben followed him to his mustang, trying to think of an excuse. Because telling John the truth was out of the question. "I dunno- I guess I just wanted to get to know you better. I mean- you never talk about yourself, let alone open up about anything. Shit, John I had to figure out you are gay by accidently finding you at a gay bar. You know you can trust me."
John rounded on him, "You think I wanna tell people I'm gay? Especially cops?"
Ben hesitated.
"No- I don't. And definitely not my partner who might freak out. Because the majority of our day is spent in a car, together, alone. So yeah, telling you that I'm a fag would make this partnership much easier." John said disbelievingly.
Ben suddenly snapped. He had enough of John not trusting him. Of thinking he couldn't handle anything on his own. He deserved more than that. "You know what- screw you, John. I don't give a shit if you're gay! All right? I just want you to trust me- that's it. Trust that I won't or never will snitch you out for anyone or anything thing. You're my partner, but I also consider you a friend. So fuck you in thinking I don't care- because I do."
Ben spun on his heel and headed back to his bike, anger filling him up so tremendously his body was shaking.
"Oh-what? You gonna go off and pout rookie?" John shot back viciously.
Ben gritted his teeth, refusing to back down or give in to his little taunts.
"That's right… go home and cry to mommy. Maybe she'll buy you another bike to make you feel better."
Before Ben realized what he was doing, he did it. In less than ten steps, he vaulted back to John and swung, using his whole body to pack the punch. His knuckles missed, not hitting flesh or bone, but hard plastic of John's Mustang. He let out a cry of pain as his hand vibrated. Suddenly John was on him, pushing his back into the car, grabbing his hand to examine it. Ben froze, feeling his hand being cradled in John's large palm. He ran his fingers over the redness of his knuckles.
"Did you break anything?" he asked, his eyes focused on his damaged hand. Completely unperturbed by the fact that he just tried to sucker punch him.
Ben felt the stirrings so suddenly that he couldn't breathe. John was inches away from him, touching him, pressing him into the car… Ben felt the hot sexual need spike his blood and send his heart racing into high gear. He wanted to reach out and capture John's face and smother him with hard, passionate kisses. Just thinking about tasting him, hearing him moan, feeling him dominate him, made his cock thicken and build into an aching erection.
"No," he whispered out thickly. Oh God, he thought horrified. He let the back of his head drop against the car in total abandonment. He couldn't believe this. All these feelings and strange emotions that had been haunting him the past few days had been sexual! Why didn't he figure it out before? Denial…? He vaguely wondered this as he felt John's hand rub over the bruised knuckles gently. Ben sighed.
"Ben…" John said in a gruff voice. Ben opened his eyes and looked up to see John, staring at his parted lips with hunger flaring in those icy blue eyes.
Ben's cock stiffened painfully. John wanted him too… Ben suddenly felt himself slip over the edge and plummet face-first into the rocks as he stepped forward quickly, without hesitation, and took John's mouth with his own.
He kissed hungrily, greedily at first. Sucking his lips, tasting the sweet musky maleness of him. But when John didn't respond, he pulled back, unsure, scared and so fucking aroused he thought he might burst. He wanted to keep kissing him, tasting him but not unless John wanted to too.
"What are you doing?" John's voice was gravely and hoarse, heavy with arousal.
Ben shivered, knowing John wanted him but was denying him for some reason. He stepped closer, feeler bolder, stronger. Without a word, he palmed John's crotch and felt the proof. John was harder than a rock and straining against his jeans. Ben exhaled, biting his lip as the tension around his own cock swelled unbearably as he rubbed John's erection with slow deliberate strokes. Under heavy eyelids, John reached past Ben and gripped the car, giving into him yet resisting at the same time. Ben wouldn't back down though. He firmly gripped him through the jeans and tugged.
John gasped, opening his mouth, giving Ben the opportunity he needed to capture those lips once more while he was vulnerable. He gave him a searing kiss, putting everything he had into it. John's resistance snapped, finally. He roughly pushed him back against the car, pulling his hand away from his crotch and pinning him into the cool steel. Ben whimpered, loving this dominate John as he took control of the kiss with equal brutally. He forced his way inside Ben's mouth, his powerful tongue dipping inside. His face pivoting to get more, taste more, feel more.
Ben's heart pounded in his chest, his blood boiled in his veins. He wanted this. Exactly this. Suddenly he felt John's manhood demandingly push up against his body. Ben clutched wildly to him now, holding onto his shirt, and running a hand through his hair with the other hand. They made out like teenagers against his car. Each man trying to dominate. Each scorching kiss pushing them that much closer to the edge. John humped into him, his cock brushing his. They were both so hard and horny from the friction of the dry-humping.
But Ben wanted more, he wanted to feel it all. "John…" he said breathlessly. He was so needy and aroused he couldn't think straight. Luckily John thought for him as he suddenly unlocked his door and pushed him inside into the back seat. The car smelled like John, like their police car. Oh fuck, Ben thought, suddenly realizing that the smell alone made him harder. And the idea of John, dressed in his uniform, fucking him, also sent shivers down his spine as he flopped ungraciously into the back seat, with John's helpful push on his butt.
The moment the door shut behind John and he knelt above him, Ben ripped off the white button shirt, buttons flying. John didn't seem to mind as he helped Ben pull of his dark t-shirt, revealing his naked torso and pert nipples. He felt his stomach muscles quiver as John traced a calloused palm over his naked flesh, down to the waistline of his jeans.
When John pulled back the zipper, and because Ben had rushed out of the station, he didn't bother with underwear, so when he felt John's hand pull him free, he nearly came.
John stroked him, breathing heavily, his own arousal straining as he pulled on his shaft.
A bead of precum soaked his tip, he was on the verge of cumming right then and there. "Oh- fuck… John…" he panted, writhing beneath his touch, his body tensing to prevent himself from climaxing so soon.
John suddenly ripped off his jeans, tossing them into the front seat as he then pulled out a condom from his pocket and with shaky hands lowered his own jeans. Ben watched under a needy gaze, filling with a newfound sense of urgency. He got to his knees, knowing he wanted this, knowing he wanted John to make love to him, to fuck him, to enter him. John was breathing heavily by the time the condom was on his dick. Ben captured his mouth one more time, their teeth clashing it was so violent and passionate. John hummed frantically and pushed him away, positioning him on his knees as he backed his rear up to the tip of his cock.
He hesitated a moment. But Ben was so hard, he whimpered desperately. And that's all John needed to hear because a second later he thrust his way inside of him. Ben cried out in pain. He'd never experienced the feeling of being so filled before and it took his body a moment to adjust to the large intrusion.
"Relax," John demanded as he reached around and pumped Ben's cock madly. Ben gasped, crying out in pleasure now, so close to cumming he dug his finger tips into the seat.
John pulled out slightly then pushed back harder, this time shaking the entire car. Ben suddenly felt the new sensation, a glorious sensation that sent him gasping, panting and moaning out John's name, asking for more. And John gave him more. He fucked him viciously. Pound after pound into his flesh, his cock thrusting deeper and harder. The tension around his cock built into a tower and all he could do was let himself go now. He muscles tensed in his butt, his cock twitched and ached one last time before he gushed into John's hand. He groaned, a low and unearthly tone. He'd never orgasmed that hard in his entire life. John continued to fuck him. Pushing until finally… he peeked. John's muscles tensed against him and he grabbed frantically onto Ben's hips as he climaxed. He continued fucking him until he drained completely, his thrusts shallow and slowing.
Ben felt John pull out of him, their frantic breathing filling the car as they crumbled into the cushioned seats. John pulled Ben on top of him, their sweat slicken bodies touching. Ben had never, ever been fucked that good. God- the orgasm alone was mind-altering. He couldn't have normal sex ever again after something that so incredibly hot.
Ben glanced up to see John's eyes closed and his breathing begin to even out now. Ben moved upwards and slipped his mouth over his once more, tasting the maleness of him, the bitter sweetness. John opened his mouth for him, they tongued and made out a few minutes, just kissing. It was so hot that Ben felt the stirrings of another arousal begin to build again.
"Christ," John muttered, gripping the back of Ben's neck, holding him at bay. "You're trying to kill me aren't you?"
Ben licked his lips, tasting him. John's eyes flared hungrily. "It's payback for all the hell you put me through."
John smiled, letting his thumb push and rub Ben's lower lip. His lips were raw and sensitive and John was exploiting this. "I want to fuck you again, you shit."
Ben smiled gleefully and intentionally pumped his hips forward, rocking his manhood against John's. John sighed and then groaned as Ben continued to brush their cocks together.
Instead John pushed him off, "I'm not as young as you, kid. I'd need a sandwich and beer first."
Ben laughed and let himself sprawl against the door, sighing heavily.
He watched as John grabbed his clothes and tossed them at him. Wordlessly, Ben redressed while John did too. A few minutes later, dressed and with tousled sex hair, Ben stepped out of the car. He felt rejuvenated yet sore. He took a step and hesitated, feeling the ache from being fucked so aggressively. Good thing he liked it, he thought then glanced at the motorcycle despairingly. The idea of driving that home after rough sex, didn't sound pleasing.
John noticed his mournful look and chuckled. He suddenly felt John's warm, hard hand grab a handful of his ass as he whispered seductively into his ear, "what? Afraid your ride might be too much?"
Ben sighed, loving the way John massaged his ass, his cock already beginning to grow deliciously between his thighs.
John reached around and felt his hardness, palming him through his jeans. All Ben could think of how wonderful John's actual flesh on flesh hand had been in comparison through jeans. He arched his back and pushed himself into his firm hand. "You sure are a horny fuck," he taunted in delight as he ground his hand into his pants, while holding him against his body.
Ben pumped forward. John cursed, realizing that he started something that he had to finish. In the parking lot, in full view of who ever should walk outside in that moment, John quickly unbuttoned Ben's jeans, slipped his hand inside and jerked him off. Ben smothered the urge to cry out. Instead he moaned and writhed, his cock being tugged so roughly he had a feeling that he'd be sore there tomorrow too. But he fucking loved it. So rough, so hard, so demanding, so amazingly wonderful…
"Oh-God… John!" He shouted as he came yet again. John nuzzled his neck, sucking his skin, licking him.
Ben slumped against him, letting his body melt into him. John chuckled, "I can give you a ride home."
Ben simply nodded, unable to speak let alone walk. A few minutes later, he was in the passenger seat and they were on the road. A familiarity overwhelmed him then. Being next to John. On the road to nowhere. He liked this feeling and he never wanted it to leave him. He dozed off dreamily and when he woke, they were in front of his house.
He glanced at the dimly lit house and resisted the idea of walking inside alone. He looked over his shoulder to John and asked, "You wanna come in?"
John started at him in mild surprise before saying, "No. You have to work tomorrow- I don't. I was just gonna head home and sleep."
Ben smiled, "So you're saying you don't want to come in because you're afraid that you'll end up wearing me out. And worried that I won't be able to do my job properly tomorrow?"
John smiled lightly, "Something like that."
Ben just laughed, "All right- I can take the hint."
Before he clambered out of the car, he heard John say, "good-night rookie. And by the way, I never once doubted that I couldn't trust you. It's my secret to keep and I didn't want you having to hold onto too."
Ben stared at from the opened car door and said quietly, "I guess it's too late now." He shut the door and strode to his house.
TBC