he wanted more. This morning he needed more. Reaching down he twisted his fingers into Daniel’s hair and tugged gently until his lover got the point.
“What?” he asked.
“Inside me,” Chris ordered. Flailing at the side cabinet he found the condom left on the side and the lube and dropped both into Daniel’s hands. “Now.”
Daniel didn’t mess around, he had the condom on and was stretching Chris in no time at all. Chris wanted it quicker. He pushed down on Daniel’s fingers.
“Don’t rush. You’ll hurt—” Daniel didn’t finish the sentence as Chris moved again and Daniel’s fingers pressed deeper inside. The sensation was too much and Chris nearly lost it there and then. “Jesus,” Daniel breathed. “I’ve never seen…”
Lining himself up and encouraging Chris to tilt and rest against Daniel’s thighs, he pressed inside. Chris winced at the first intrusion and then pushed past the initial discomfort and rocked forward as Daniel moved deeper. The rhythm they set was hurried and raw but they stared into each other’s eyes during every moment of it.
“I love you. I love you,” Daniel said over and over. He closed his eyes briefly when Chris was coming hard, and then he followed Chris over.
Chris pulled him close, reveling in the warmth and weight of his lover.
“I love you, Daniel,” Chris whispered. He could feel Daniel’s smile against his skin.
* * * *
“So can we stop off for more muffins in the morning?” Alex said.
Daniel laughed. Visiting Amelia’s café had created a monster out of his partner for chocolate chip cookies. They were getting ready to go out on patrol in the dark, Daniel’s favorite way of patrolling the city. Yes, they didn’t cover the high pressure spots but still there was more than enough color this close to Christmas to ensure it would be a varied night.
“I’m guessing we can,” Daniel replied. He shrugged on his jacket and ensured everything was in place.
“Maybe you could introduce me to your guy. Properly I mean.”
Daniel smiled. Hell, he could feel himself smiling and the feeling didn’t leave him even as they went out onto the street. The night sky was clear and the snow that had fallen earlier in the morning covered every piece of gray with a layer of diamond white that reflected street lamps. He loved this City.
“We have a 10-11 at Bakers and Fifth; can you attend?”
“10-4. We’re five out.”
The code for an alarm was nothing new. Alarms were going off in the city all the time—cars, buildings, you name it, if it was alarmed then police wasted time at calls that didn’t come to anything.
Which is why Daniel wasn’t the least bit prepared when it all went to hell.
Ansell Stewart, fifty-three and with a gun, was icy calm. Daniel and Alex had walked into a situation that was likely to get out of hand in a second. Ansell’s wife— soon-to-be ex-wife—was sitting in a chair, sobbing. She was a cleaner at this older-style office building and Ansell had paid a visit after being served papers. Ansell had decided that the only way out of a marriage that had ended badly was to bring a gun to the meeting.
They’d been sitting on the floor with a gun pointing at them for at least an hour.
Daniel wanted to be composed but the very real fear that was digging away at him made it difficult. This wasn’t his first time at the wrong end of a gun but it was the first where there was so much rational decision in the gun holder’s eyes. He wasn’t high or drunk; he was literally dead to emotion. When he said Daniel and Alex should make a final phone call he wasn’t joking, and suddenly Daniel knew he didn’t have the words for Chris, no matter how he said them.
“Hi. I’ve just—jeez—Chris, I just wanted to tell you I love you. Sorry we don’t have more time.” He kept his voice as calm as he could but then he realized he couldn’t say any more. He ended the call. Alex made his call and Chris’s heart nearly
“What?” he asked.
“Inside me,” Chris ordered. Flailing at the side cabinet he found the condom left on the side and the lube and dropped both into Daniel’s hands. “Now.”
Daniel didn’t mess around, he had the condom on and was stretching Chris in no time at all. Chris wanted it quicker. He pushed down on Daniel’s fingers.
“Don’t rush. You’ll hurt—” Daniel didn’t finish the sentence as Chris moved again and Daniel’s fingers pressed deeper inside. The sensation was too much and Chris nearly lost it there and then. “Jesus,” Daniel breathed. “I’ve never seen…”
Lining himself up and encouraging Chris to tilt and rest against Daniel’s thighs, he pressed inside. Chris winced at the first intrusion and then pushed past the initial discomfort and rocked forward as Daniel moved deeper. The rhythm they set was hurried and raw but they stared into each other’s eyes during every moment of it.
“I love you. I love you,” Daniel said over and over. He closed his eyes briefly when Chris was coming hard, and then he followed Chris over.
Chris pulled him close, reveling in the warmth and weight of his lover.
“I love you, Daniel,” Chris whispered. He could feel Daniel’s smile against his skin.
* * * *
“So can we stop off for more muffins in the morning?” Alex said.
Daniel laughed. Visiting Amelia’s café had created a monster out of his partner for chocolate chip cookies. They were getting ready to go out on patrol in the dark, Daniel’s favorite way of patrolling the city. Yes, they didn’t cover the high pressure spots but still there was more than enough color this close to Christmas to ensure it would be a varied night.
“I’m guessing we can,” Daniel replied. He shrugged on his jacket and ensured everything was in place.
“Maybe you could introduce me to your guy. Properly I mean.”
Daniel smiled. Hell, he could feel himself smiling and the feeling didn’t leave him even as they went out onto the street. The night sky was clear and the snow that had fallen earlier in the morning covered every piece of gray with a layer of diamond white that reflected street lamps. He loved this City.
“We have a 10-11 at Bakers and Fifth; can you attend?”
“10-4. We’re five out.”
The code for an alarm was nothing new. Alarms were going off in the city all the time—cars, buildings, you name it, if it was alarmed then police wasted time at calls that didn’t come to anything.
Which is why Daniel wasn’t the least bit prepared when it all went to hell.
Ansell Stewart, fifty-three and with a gun, was icy calm. Daniel and Alex had walked into a situation that was likely to get out of hand in a second. Ansell’s wife— soon-to-be ex-wife—was sitting in a chair, sobbing. She was a cleaner at this older-style office building and Ansell had paid a visit after being served papers. Ansell had decided that the only way out of a marriage that had ended badly was to bring a gun to the meeting.
They’d been sitting on the floor with a gun pointing at them for at least an hour.
Daniel wanted to be composed but the very real fear that was digging away at him made it difficult. This wasn’t his first time at the wrong end of a gun but it was the first where there was so much rational decision in the gun holder’s eyes. He wasn’t high or drunk; he was literally dead to emotion. When he said Daniel and Alex should make a final phone call he wasn’t joking, and suddenly Daniel knew he didn’t have the words for Chris, no matter how he said them.
“Hi. I’ve just—jeez—Chris, I just wanted to tell you I love you. Sorry we don’t have more time.” He kept his voice as calm as he could but then he realized he couldn’t say any more. He ended the call. Alex made his call and Chris’s heart nearly
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