Note: Sorry this is so short. I had a tooth extraction on Tuesday, and I've been in a lot of pain.
(As you will recall) Cough. Clank. "You aren't supposed to be here." The cop stared at Brian. Justin glanced back at Brian. Brian shrugged and smirked. Justin whipped his head back to its original position and then let his head fall.
Brian couldn't see the look on Justin's face (since he was currently behind him, fucking him slow and deep), but he didn't need to. The moment the cop had arrived, Justin's body had stiffened and continued to do so as the seconds passed by small but most definitely perceptible degrees.
Brian ran his hand down Justin's back, from his neck to his ass, and then started fucking him again. This time slow. But hard. Justin let out a breathy moan. The cop raised an eyebrow and ran a finger lightly down the shaft of the flashlight. Justin shut his eyes tight. Brian fisted Justin's hair and fucked him deeper.
Brian had been assuring himself that his forgoing tricks since he met Justin was a matter of convenience. Trawling back allies, baths, and clubs for ass was time consuming and an unworthy endeavor from a cost-benefit analysis point of view, and tricking at work was impolitic. Fucking co-workers or employees was particularly imprudent in an environment as competitive at King and York—Doing so could open him up to blackmail, demotion, or firing.
(Brian conveniently ignored the extrapolation of that very logical argument—Taking a professional interest in and dating and then fucking Justin, the intern, and at work, were just as dangerous to Brian's current job and future career.)
As if on cue, as if to remind Brian that he existed … mattered, that he was the exception to all of Brian's rules, Justin squeezed Brian from inside, wrenching from Brian a deep body moan.
Fuck!
Brian wiped (some of the) sweat off of his brow. The cop took this opportunity to insert himself into the action, stepping forward and licking first Brian's temple and then Brian's neck, the cop's tongue trailing a droplet of sweat. Then he reached down and cupped Brian's balls. And squeezed. Brian grunted.
So … yeah … active (aggressive) tricking … err … taking the initiative to trick was time consuming, unsatisfying, and even dangerous. But here? Now? A trick had found Brian. And fucking this trick in particular could actually benefit him—and not just fulfilling his puerile desire to play dress up (donning the hat, sunglasses, and leather jacket while wielding a night stick and chewing gum)—knowing cops was handy.
In fact, not fucking the cop would force Brian to a realization that he'd been dancing around for weeks. To an admission he'd barely been spared last night. (Brian's salvation had come from the unlikeliest of places. Emmett. He'd decided to gift Mikey with a date. Which meant that Mikey couldn't accompany Brian to Babylon. What ended up happening was perhaps worse. If Brian wanted to avoid making Justin a permanent part of his life, he was screwing up royally. But more on that later.)
And Jesus, the cop was now sliding a spit-slick finger inside him … he unconsciously started fucking Justin faster.
Brian was only human.
The cop hit Brian's prostate. Brian grunted and let his right hand fall slack. He accidentally brushed a finger against Justin's scar. Brian was only human. He froze.
And that was it. The reason things that had once meant everything to Brian no longer meant shit. The reason he didn't deny that Justin was his boyfriend and that he'd been faithful. The reason Brian had watched Shrek with Justin and Gus after Mikey's birthday party instead of going to Babylon with Emmett and Ted. The reason Brian used his now free hand to push the cop's away. The reason he wasn't going to fuck the cop. The reason he hadn't fucked Justin that first night or many days thereafter. The reason he swallowed hard, through the lump in his throat, and fucked Justin harder than he'd ever fucked him before, all the while jerking Justin off.
Life was hard, the world dark, and NYC (ironic given its population of 8 million) unspeakably lonely.
And Justin. Justin was light. Connection. Brian couldn't fuck up this … this whatever … not for a quick fuck he could brag about later. Not for dress up.
The cop was pissed. He frowned and fumed and gave Brian and Justin both appearance tickets for trespassing. He left out the public indecency, Brian guessed, because he found the irony overwhelming.