His Hart's Command (Nothing Special 6)

Free had a serious grip on the base of his cock while he sat back against him, taking him slowly, inch by inch. Holy fuck. His chest ached from holding his breath. He held onto Free’s hips as firmly as he could, knowing he was leaving prints. Hart wished it was just a little brighter outside because he wanted to see his dick disappearing inside Free’s ass. He’d never been in this position. But he was loving it. He got up on his forearm and cupped Free’s chin to face him, kissing him messily from behind. Free’s eyes never opened, as if he was playing this all out in an amazing dream.

Free moaned deep and long when he was fully seated, shivering slightly. Hart pressed forward, wanting every inch of his cock buried inside. “Ohhhhhh,” Free whined over their sharp breaths when Hart stilled so deep in him.

“Mmmm,” Hart rumbled as warmth enveloped his body. “Good morning.”

“Indeed.” Free’s voice was a sexy-as-fuck baritone whisper. He’d uttered one word that had Hart wanting to bust already. Free took Hart’s arm and wrapped it snugly over his middle, the other he hooked around the back of Hart’s neck. He slammed his eyes shut when Free arched against him and started shoving his ass backwards on his cock. Fast, shallow pumps that made his fucking toes curl and the muscles in his arms go rigid. Damn, and here he thought he’d last longer than thirty seconds this time.

“Oh fuck, baby.” Hart felt his balls constrict and his shaft spasm violently. He lost his tempo jacking Free’s dick as he tried to hold on just a few more seconds.

Free kept going. His back damp, and abs flexing with each thrust he made. Hart glanced down between them. Those caramel-colored ass cheeks slapping obscenely against his thighs undid him like he knew they would. Hart held on and lost his control. Free mumbled some kind of encouragement, but he couldn’t make out the words. He fucked into Free, until the stars returned in the dawn, and he shot endlessly inside him. He came so hard, until he couldn’t speak. He was deaf, dumb and blind as he sat buried in his lover’s body, hoping he’d never be found.

Free

The week went by in a blur. While his team was stuck going to public schools all day to teach kids about saying no to drugs, Free was in the office alone. God and Day were doing what police bureaucracy shit they always had to do and Syn was supervising the community service. It made for a very long and boring workday. The only saving grace was what he had to look forward to when he left…and went home.

Now is home my RV, or Hart’s place? He wasn’t sure anymore. The lines had definitely blurred. He only went into his camper to get clothes, or to work on a project if Hart was gonna be late. Then he’d order dinner without him and leave his plate warm in the microwave while he waited up for him in bed. He didn’t want to say that what he and Hart had was perfect, but it was darn close.

A message popped up on his screen to the far left. He chuckled when he saw it was Officer Mason with another technical crisis. Free decided to go to Mason’s desk, since he wanted a refill on his tea. The break room on the top floor had the best selections. Free smirked and grabbed his coffee mug. He locked their office, then detoured to Mason’s desk. An elderly man sat in one of the chairs in front of him with a worn straw hat braced on his knee and resting his right hand on a cane.

“Hey Free.” Mason smiled at him when he approached. “You didn’t have to come all the way over here.”

Free shook his head. “It’s no problem. You know that. So, what’s going on?”

“This nice man has been real patient. I’ve taken his entire statement and then I went to print and my device is missing. Now I can’t find the damn file to reopen it,” Mason griped, belligerently moving his mouse back and forth across the pad with no purpose at all.

Free stilled his hand. “Inch over a bit.”

Free was working in Mason’s computer when he felt the old man’s eyes on him. “Are you a cop?”

“No. I’m in admin.”

“Oh.” The man looked dejected.

“But, no worries. Officer Mason is an amazing cop and I’m sure he can help you,” Free tried to assure him.

“Well, I want to,” Mason sighed. “But I told Mr. Walker that the best way to catch vandals is to catch them in the act.”

“Hell, I don’t know when them fools is coming on my property. It’s random times. My boy and I been trying our damnedest to catch ’em and scare ’em, but they too sneaky.” Mr. Walker tightened his fist on his cane. “I ain’t gone have no crops or animals left when those idiots finish.”