Top Me Maybe? by Jay Northcote Page B

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    Duncan smiled, and Tyler’s belly did a little flip.
    Damn, Duncan was getting under his skin. Normally Tyler lost interest in the blokes he dated after a couple of weeks, but Duncan was different.
    Tyler had been nervous about dating a copper. He’d had all sorts of preconceptions about what Duncan would be like: tough, unemotional, laddish, closeted, a dominant top. But on meeting him, Tyler had been proved very wrong on most counts. Duncan was even out of the closet at work. Tyler was impressed by that—he couldn’t believe it was easy to be an openly gay police officer.
    “So how was your day? Were you out fighting crime and chasing robbers? Or was it more of a day for helping old ladies across the road?”
    “A bit of both.” Duncan chuckled. “I was involved on a drugs raid on a flat on the Beckwith Estate this morning, then this afternoon I was in a primary school talking about stranger danger.”
    “Never a dull moment. I did a perm, two lots of highlights, a cut and blow dry, and reorganised the shelving in the stock room. Then I got quizzed by Julian about my sex life. He’s fascinated by you.”
    “Oh yeah?” Duncan raised an eyebrow.
    Tyler grinned, deliberately flirtatious. “You’re totally his type. He really goes for big butch tops. I should never have shown him that photo of you with your chest hair showing. He won’t shut up about you now.”
    Duncan laughed. “I’m flattered.”
    “He says he wants your number if we break up.”
    “Well, I hope that’s not going to happen anytime soon.” The warmth in his smile looked like an invitation.
    Tyler stepped closer to where Duncan was leaning up against the kitchen counter and put his glass down. He put his hands on Duncan’s hips and leaned up for a quick but dirty kiss. “Well I’m not planning on it. I’m not done with you yet.”
    “Oh yeah?” Duncan kissed Tyler’s lips again and then brushed a line of kisses down Tyler’s neck and sucked on the skin at the base of his throat. “You got plans for me?”
    “Uh huh.” Tyler pushed under Duncan’s T-shirt and slid his hands over the soft hair that covered the hard muscles of his abs and up to his chest where the hair turned coarse, tickling his palms. “I was going to start by sucking you off. Have we got time for that now, or is there anything that’s going to burn if I occupy you for a little while?”
    “Nope, you’re good.” Duncan’s breath hitched as Tyler pinched his nipples. “The salad’s all made and the steaks will only take a few minutes.”
    “Perfect.” Tyler dropped to his knees in one fluid movement and started to open the fly of Duncan’s jeans. “I’ll have your first load of the night as a starter then.”
    Duncan was already half hard when Tyler pulled his cock out and sucked it into his mouth. He firmed up quickly as Tyler used all his best tricks, stroking the sensitive head with his tongue. He looked up at Duncan as he sucked, loving Duncan’s reactions as he bit his lip and started to make small sounds of appreciation. In this, as in other things, Duncan was gentle and considerate. He put his hands on Tyler’s head and slid his fingers into his hair, but only to stroke and caress him, never to guide Tyler or force him to take more than he could handle. Tyler wouldn’t have minded if he had. He could handle being on the receiving end of rough sex, even if it wasn’t a particular kink of his. But he couldn’t deny that he loved the gentle touch of Duncan’s hands on his face, the way Duncan’s own mouth dropped open in a moan as he thumbed along Tyler’s bottom lip where it was stretched around the girth of Duncan’s thick cock. He looked so wrecked, utterly taken apart by what Tyler was doing to him, and it was such a fucking turn on to watch.
    If he hadn’t already wanked in the shower earlier, Tyler would have got his own dick out and jerked off with his mouth full of Duncan, but he wanted to wait. He knew Duncan would fuck