Shooting Star (13 page)

With one hand braced on his thigh and the other wrapped around his cock,
Brac
began to move. Each slide of Jessup’s cock in and out of his ass prompted a moan. As good as it felt, he had no doubt a full-out fucking would send him straight to the stars.

“Feels so good,” Jessup moaned.
“Better than ever.”

Brac
couldn’t agree more. He reached under his swinging balls and felt his hole wrapped around Jessup’s cock. The skin seemed to be stretched beyond reason, making
Brac
even hornier. “Bear with me a sec,” he told Jessup.

In a quick change of position,
Brac
squatted over Jessup with his feet planted on either side of Jessup’s hips. He impaled himself once again and used the strength in his legs to bounce up and down on Jessup’s dick.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Jessup encouraged.

“Oh, that’s more than it,”
Brac
fired back, his balls drawing up.
“
Gonna
come.”

“Hell yeah.”
Jessup gripped
Brac’s
hips and began thrusting upwards.

With no time to worry about his lover’s wound,
Brac
came in a rush, spraying Jessup’s leg with the first strand of seed.

Jessup grunted and slammed deep into
Brac’s
ass.

Brac
released his cock and braced his hands on the mattress. His legs were beginning to shake, but he held on long enough for Jessup to finish. When he felt Jessup’s body relax under him,
Brac
fell to the side, dislodging Jessup’s cock.

He barely managed to turn himself around and lay at Jessup’s side before collapsing again. “Fuck,” he sighed.

A car engine starting outside the window brought
Brac
upright. “What’s that?”

Jessup groaned and reached down to remove the soiled condom. “Priest’s leaving,” he mumbled, tossing the tied condom to the floor.

“What?”
Brac
jumped out of bed and ran to the window just in time to see the last of a set of taillights before they disappeared into the trees. “Where’s he going? He didn’t even say goodbye.”

“Priest never says goodbye.” Jessup ran his hand through his hair. “Come back to bed.”

“In a minute.”
With a heavy heart,
Brac
went to the bathroom to clean up. As he ran warm water over a wash cloth, he thought of the man who’d saved his life only hours earlier. After cleaning up,
Brac
carried the warm cloth to the bedroom. “You think he’ll be back?”

“Someday.”

Brac
cleaned Jessup’s cock before throwing the cloth on the floor. “Doesn’t it piss you off that he just left like that?”

Jessup drew
Brac
against his side and kissed him. “He runs away when he starts to feel something. It’s always been that way with him. I watched him earlier, right after the shooting. Normally he kills on command without a backwards glance, but when he walked into the house with you tucked under his arm, I could tell the shooting had taken its toll.”

“Do you think he blames me for it?” He prayed the episode hadn’t destroyed the friendship he’d built with Priest.

“No. I think he realised just how much you meant to him, and it scared him.” Jessup kissed
Brac
again. “Don’t worry. It’s good for Priest to remember he still has a heart every now and then.”

Epilogue

“Never ask me to do that again,” Jessup said before taking a sip of his beer.

Brac
bumped Jessup with his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I won’t. Furniture shopping’s supposed to be fun, not an excuse to whine.”

“I wasn’t whining. I just don’t understand the point of it when you have an entire house full of the stuff back in California.”

Brac
looked at Jessup like he had two heads. “You can’t put Malibu beach furniture in a log cabin. Are you nuts?”

“Evidently,” Jessup drawled.
“
Gotta
use the restroom.
If Moby comes by order me another beer, please.”

“Will do.”

Jessup stood and made his way out of the bar. It was Friday night and the place was hopping with a charity pool tournament. Stepping up to the urinal, Jessup unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. As the stream started to flow, he noticed Luke Hatcher, an EMT at the fire station, staring at him.
“Problem?”

Luke was wearing a thin white muscle shirt and his tattoos were on full display, drawing Jessup’s attention away from his face. “You heard from Priest?” the medic finally asked.

Jessup shook off and stuffed his cock back into his jeans. “How do you know Priest?”

“Met him the night of the dance.
We were in the middle of an award-winning fuck when you called,” Luke added. By the wicked grin, Luke knew exactly how much he’d thrown Jessup with the announcement. “Anyway, he said he’d call, but I haven’t heard from him.”

“Don’t hold your breath. Priest lives life by his own watch, and he doesn’t usually do repeat performances.” Jessup hated to be the one to tell Luke, but the guy had a right to know that Priest wasn’t the sort of man to be counted on.

“No biggie. I’m not into candy and flowers.
Just thought it’d be nice to feel that meat of his again.”
Luke walked out of the restroom without another word.

Jessup washed his hands before rejoining
Brac
at the table. “I think I know how Priest knew your name.”

“How?”

Jessup nodded towards the pool area. “Luke said Priest was in town the night of the shooting. He must’ve been watching us.”

“Why would he do that?”

“No idea, but if that’s the case, why’d it take him two days to get to the hospital?” Jessup pulled out his cell phone and called the familiar number.
“Hi, Alice.
Bob Goldsmith again. Would you please call me at your earliest convenience?” He hung up the phone and set it on the table next to his beer.

“Is all that cloak and dagger stuff really necessary?”
Brac
asked.

“Yeah.”

“So how does this Alice woman know you want Priest to call and not her?”

“Because if I wanted to talk to Alice I’d leave my name as Jim Paul.”

“That is so twisted,”
Brac
said, taking the plate of food from Moby. “Thanks.”

Moby placed Jessup’s steak in front of him. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do.”
Jessup took another drink of his beer. Despite what
Brac
said, Jessup knew the man loved the cloak and dagger stuff. Jessup had caught
Brac
reading a lot of mystery/suspense scripts lately and wouldn’t be surprised if his boyfriend started auditioning for movie roles.

Although Jessup hated the thought of
Brac
leaving to shoot a movie, it went hand in hand with loving an actor. At least
Brac
had given up his California lifestyle to concentrate on the home they were having built. It wasn’t officially within the Cattle Valley city limits, but
Brac
had managed to use his wealth and charm to buy a hundred acres from a neighbouring land owner. Why they’d had to spend the entire afternoon in Sheridan picking out furniture when the damn house was still months away from completion floored him.

“I’d like to find a few antique pieces to sprinkle around the house,”
Brac
said out of the blue.

“Sprinkle?
Did you seriously just say that?” Jessup chuckled.

“Fuck you,”
Brac
replied around a mouthful of food.

* * * *

Off duty, Jessup drove towards home after his shift. It had been a long three weeks since
Brac
had left for Toronto to film a movie, but his partner was finally due home any minute.

Jessup had just rolled to a stop at the intersection outside of town when a bright red Crossfire going at least seventy sped by right in front of him. With a shake of his head, Jessup dug the magnetic cherry top out from under the seat and stuck it to the roof of his truck.

Pulling away from the stop sign, Jessup floored it in an effort to catch up to the speeding vehicle. With the red beacon flashing, he’d had to travel close to a hundred miles an hour before pulling up behind the sports car. Jessup honked his horn and waited for the car to slow down and move to the side of the road.

The driver’s hand went up as he slowed the vehicle to within the speed limit. Jessup honked his horn again, signalling for the driver to pull over.

Instead the driver pointed in front of him and continued on his way down the road. The car made a right-hand turn into a long driveway and drove for another mile before slowing to a stop. Jessup turned off the flashing light and stepped out of the truck. Before approaching the car, he removed his weapon belt and set it on the seat of the truck.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jessup asked, coming up on the driver’s side door.

Brac
held up his hands in a sign of surrender. “I’m sorry, deputy. I’m just returning from a long absence, and I have this new lube I’m dying to try.”
Brac
lowered one of his hands and lifted a small pharmacy sack. “See?”

“I’m
gonna
have to ask you to get out of the car.” Jessup stepped back and waited for
Brac
to climb out of the low-slung vehicle. Although the game was one of
Brac’s
favourites to play, Jessup needed to teach his man something about the dangers of speeding.

Instead of facing Jessup,
Brac
turned and put his hands on the hood of the car, legs spread. “You’re not going to frisk me, are you?”

Jessup gave
Brac’s
ass a heavy-handed smack before he pressed himself against the man he loved. “We both know that road isn’t meant for speed. You could’ve killed yourself.” He finished the sentence with a bite to
Brac’s
neck.

Brac
pressed his ass against the erection trapped behind Jessup’s jeans. “I didn’t speed the entire way. I saw your truck pulling up to that stop sign and decided to have some fun.”

Jessup moved his hands to run down the front of
Brac’s
body, taking the time to appreciate the body sculpting
Brac
had worked hard on for his role. “There are safer ways to have fun.”

Although there wasn’t much heat in his voice, Jessup was damn serious. He’d seen first-hand what could happen when people got careless behind the wheel. Jessup pulled the front of
Brac’s
T-shirt up, needing to feel the warmth of skin. While one of Jessup’s hands roamed
Brac’s
chest, the other went to the thick package hidden beneath his jeans. “You’re not trying to hide drugs in here, are you?” he asked, getting back to the game.

“You’re not planning to get rough with me are you, deputy?”

“That depends on how cooperative you are.” Jessup lowered
Brac’s
zipper and pushed his jeans down as far as he could reach without breaking body contact. “You know good boys wear underwear,” he commented when
Brac’s
cock sprang free.

“Lucky for you, no one’s ever accused me of being a good boy.”
Brac
pushed back against Jessup.

Jessup gave
Brac’s
cock a couple of strokes before spitting in his hand. He lowered his fingers to the sweet ass he’d missed so much and found the
bullseye
that made all his fantasies come true. “You know some men think they can hide contraband by stuffing it up inside themselves.”

“Really?
Well, you’re free to check, but I’m not about to confess.”

Jessup reached into the car and retrieved the sack
Brac
had held up earlier. “Stay right where you are,” he ordered. He unzipped his jeans and pushed them down far enough to release his cock. Unlike
Brac
, Jessup liked the support underwear gave him, especially while on duty.

Brac
shuffled his feet backwards and moved to brace his hands on the door, thrusting his ass out further.

Jessup groaned at the ass on display. “Feels like it’s been a while for you,” he said, pushing a finger inside
Brac’s
hole.

“Three weeks and two days,”
Brac
answered.

Jessup quickly worked his way up to two fingers. It had been too long and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. With his fingers still buried inside
Brac’s
ass, Jessup dripped the warming lube onto his cock.

“Oh, damn,” he groaned, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. “I don’t know if you’re smuggling anything in here, but I plan to do a very thorough cavity search.”

Brac’s
head dropped down. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he said, breaking character.

“Me too, you’ll never know how much.” Jessup held
Brac’s
hips as he began fucking the man he loved. As his thrusts grew more forceful, his grip on
Brac’s
hips increased. The last thing Jessup wanted was to ram
Brac’s
pretty face against the car.

Brac
bent his knees slightly, changing the angle of Jessup’s thrusts.
“Yeah.
Oh,
fuckin
’
A
, right there.”

Jessup slammed in again and again until he heard
Brac’s
breath
hitch, signalling his lover’s climax. It didn’t take long for the squeeze of
Brac’s
ass to set Jessup off. He unloaded three weeks’ worth of sexual frustration deep inside
Brac
. It wasn’t that he begrudged
Brac
his career, but phone sex wasn’t nearly as good as the real thing.

“Three weeks is too long,” Jessup mumbled against
Brac’s
back. He eventually pulled out and took a step back, allowing
Brac
room to pull up his jeans.