That man is massive."
"And controlling in all the right ways."
"Well, maybe you should fight to have him in your life, even if it's not true love."
"You're a slut, you know that?"
"Guilty as charged. Maybe you should head on back over to the station."
"What for?"
"What do you think? You have to go back. Make him make you come!" Byung blurted out in Cantonese.
"You're trouble and you're cruising to get me shot." Anderson laughed. While they continued their conversation, Anderson reached into his pocket and turned his cell phone on out of habit. No sooner was it on than it began beeping. When he slid it open, he saw two numbers; one number he didn't recognize but the second he knew. "Gimme a second," he told Byung and excused himself, exiting the restaurant to check the messages. One message was from one of his teacher's assistants, telling him the papers were all ready for grading. Anderson dreaded that. He loved reading about Homer but marking papers made him want to cry sometimes. The second message was from Leo saying he'd try calling back. He didn't think it was urgent or Leo would have tried calling back. He went back to his friend with his heart beating a bit faster. His ass barely touched the seat when the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"It's me." Leo's voice was tight.
"Is everything all right? You sound strange."
"Fine… can I see you?"
"Can't this wait until later?"
"Please… for about ten minutes."
Anderson glanced at his watch then over at Byung who was chewing with a concerned look on his face. "Okay, ten minutes—but then I really have to run because I don't have much time before my next lecture."
"Deal."
* * * *
"Detective…"
"Don't talk to me right now." Leo held up a hand, shoved his badge on his belt, and turned out the door. The journey across the parking was short and he dropped his files into the trunk and climbed into the car. He knew he probably freaked Anderson out but he couldn't wait any longer. He was tempted to use the siren but knew that wouldn't end well. It wasn't official police business and no one was in danger. He was hoping Anderson would be waiting for him but he pulled into the empty parking lot where they were to meet and turned the car off. It dawned on him then the lot was empty and the only building on it seemed to have been abandoned a long time ago. Leaning forward, he had to squint to eye the faded writing on a haphazard sign on the side of the structure. He shook his head for he recognized it. It used to be an empty spot for a carnival that went belly-up years before.
He glanced at his watch for what had to be the millionth time. When he looked up, he saw Anderson's car pulling into the space beside his. He pushed from his car and walked around to greet Anderson by taking him into his arms, pressing him into his car, and kissing him deeply. Feeling Anderson's lips under him and tasting his tongue left Leo weak and vulnerable. He craved that feeling—he yearned for the feeling of the complete love and fire he felt when he was with Anderson. Leo felt sexy and wanted when Anderson looked at him with fire in those big brown eyes. He never had that with anyone else. There never been a man seeming to be so obsessed with ripping his clothes off in pure, raw, lust. Right there in the middle of the abandoned lot, Leo allowed this man to drink from his lips and to turn him on even more than he was mere seconds before. When his brain felt as though it would explode if he didn't lift his head, he pulled his mouth away and pressed his forehead to Anderson's.
"Well… damn."
"I need to feel you naked against me," Leo whispered helplessly.
"Leo?"
"I know. We're in a parking lot—but trust me when I say we wouldn't make it home from here. I guarantee it."
"What's gotten into… damn I've never had a man want me like this before."
"Then you've been with morons. Now come on, let me see that delicious cock of yours."
He saw the hesitation in Anderson's eyes turn to
"And controlling in all the right ways."
"Well, maybe you should fight to have him in your life, even if it's not true love."
"You're a slut, you know that?"
"Guilty as charged. Maybe you should head on back over to the station."
"What for?"
"What do you think? You have to go back. Make him make you come!" Byung blurted out in Cantonese.
"You're trouble and you're cruising to get me shot." Anderson laughed. While they continued their conversation, Anderson reached into his pocket and turned his cell phone on out of habit. No sooner was it on than it began beeping. When he slid it open, he saw two numbers; one number he didn't recognize but the second he knew. "Gimme a second," he told Byung and excused himself, exiting the restaurant to check the messages. One message was from one of his teacher's assistants, telling him the papers were all ready for grading. Anderson dreaded that. He loved reading about Homer but marking papers made him want to cry sometimes. The second message was from Leo saying he'd try calling back. He didn't think it was urgent or Leo would have tried calling back. He went back to his friend with his heart beating a bit faster. His ass barely touched the seat when the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"It's me." Leo's voice was tight.
"Is everything all right? You sound strange."
"Fine… can I see you?"
"Can't this wait until later?"
"Please… for about ten minutes."
Anderson glanced at his watch then over at Byung who was chewing with a concerned look on his face. "Okay, ten minutes—but then I really have to run because I don't have much time before my next lecture."
"Deal."
* * * *
"Detective…"
"Don't talk to me right now." Leo held up a hand, shoved his badge on his belt, and turned out the door. The journey across the parking was short and he dropped his files into the trunk and climbed into the car. He knew he probably freaked Anderson out but he couldn't wait any longer. He was tempted to use the siren but knew that wouldn't end well. It wasn't official police business and no one was in danger. He was hoping Anderson would be waiting for him but he pulled into the empty parking lot where they were to meet and turned the car off. It dawned on him then the lot was empty and the only building on it seemed to have been abandoned a long time ago. Leaning forward, he had to squint to eye the faded writing on a haphazard sign on the side of the structure. He shook his head for he recognized it. It used to be an empty spot for a carnival that went belly-up years before.
He glanced at his watch for what had to be the millionth time. When he looked up, he saw Anderson's car pulling into the space beside his. He pushed from his car and walked around to greet Anderson by taking him into his arms, pressing him into his car, and kissing him deeply. Feeling Anderson's lips under him and tasting his tongue left Leo weak and vulnerable. He craved that feeling—he yearned for the feeling of the complete love and fire he felt when he was with Anderson. Leo felt sexy and wanted when Anderson looked at him with fire in those big brown eyes. He never had that with anyone else. There never been a man seeming to be so obsessed with ripping his clothes off in pure, raw, lust. Right there in the middle of the abandoned lot, Leo allowed this man to drink from his lips and to turn him on even more than he was mere seconds before. When his brain felt as though it would explode if he didn't lift his head, he pulled his mouth away and pressed his forehead to Anderson's.
"Well… damn."
"I need to feel you naked against me," Leo whispered helplessly.
"Leo?"
"I know. We're in a parking lot—but trust me when I say we wouldn't make it home from here. I guarantee it."
"What's gotten into… damn I've never had a man want me like this before."
"Then you've been with morons. Now come on, let me see that delicious cock of yours."
He saw the hesitation in Anderson's eyes turn to
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