start you off by riding my face, for one. unless you'd rather i be on my knees for that. i know you love my van so much, you wanna get nasty in the back again?
so why are you fucking scared, then? they're gonna do what the fuck i say. ain't nothing but cash. don't be a dumbass. besides, not like you won't get customers.
i'm not scared. i'm cautious. there's a difference.
[ And Gator's got a tendency to snap. Eddie's not keen on being the victim of his or his friends' rage. He's been lucky so far, but you can't be too careful. Especially not out at some ranch in the middle of nowhere. ]
i know you're good for it. but if your friends aren't, that's tough. you feel me?
oh, i know. that's exactly why i asked if you needed somebody. i could use the payday.
don't be a little bitch. you either come or you don't. ain't like i'll miss your ass.
[ is that the truth? would he miss a shock of long hair, ugly fucking tattoos, big brown eyes that look at him like a wounded deer β maybe, maybe not. ]
yeah, i know that. they're gonna buy. your shit's pretty decent, so why wouldn't they?
i already told you, i'll be there. but the feeling's mutual, trust me.
[ Hanging out on a big creepy fuckin' ranch out in the sticks - owned by the law in this county, no less - with all the richest douchebag jocks in the school and the girls they wanna chase? Pass. Hard pass. If it weren't for the money, Eddie would happily get stoned at home and not think a single thing of it.
Even if sometimes Gator looks at him in a way that doesn't quite match the way he talks to him.
Maybe he will just go home once he's out of stuff to sell. Hard to say. ]
well good. cuz gas out to your place and back isn't cheap.
i dunno. guess you're right. whatever. i'll be there after 10.
you're goddamn right. keep saying it. so? what're you trying to fucking say? i saw you looking. you look, i look. i don't know what your point is. yeah, haha, real fucking funny. whitney. already done that shit.
whatever, man. forget it. neither of us are blind. it's not that fucking deep.
[ Yeah, somehow Billy doubts Gator will just drop it. He should've known before saying something so stupid. But sometimes Gator looks at him and it just feels... Different. The way some guys used to look at him back home. Hungry. ]
well, sounds like she wants to do it again. swear she never shuts the fuck up about you. sounds like a real clingy one.
such a fucking pussy. you brought it up, shithead. that big dick of yours ain't special.
[ but it is. gator's looked more than a few times, but mostly to establish dominance in the locker room. billy throwing his towel down only makes gator even more starving. he looks at him like a man out at sea, thirsty for everything but salt water. ]
ain't going back for seconds. first time was sloppy enough.
no? it's never gotten any complaints. or any ice pack incidents. i guess it's all about how you use it after all.
[ It's not like this is the first time Billy's looked at another guy in the showers, or had them look back, for that matter. He knows Gator's type - they think they're God's gift to sex, when all they do is shove it in and expect fireworks for everyone involved.
Maybe it's for the best if Gator really is as straight as he says he is. But Billy can't help feeling disappointed at how this conversation's gone anyway. ]
doesn't surprise me a bit. i'll keep that in mind if she ever gets tired of waiting around for you.
not like i'm hurting for choice. this place is crawling with sluts.
just so long as i don't have to really do anything deputy related besides stand there and look pretty. yeah, yeah, on my way. fuck. i like the sound of that, baby.
you know how to fire a gun? i don't mine teaching you. that's a good boy. make sure you park in front. i'll tear that ass apart while we're both in uniform.
[ he points to his chest, then laughs, dark but bright with teeth. he stands, watching joyce, thinking that if she wants this - she'll prove it. it has to be more than cat-and-mouse, than dares that involve seven minutes in a closet. this isn't high school, and it hasn't been for them for a while. gator, tipping his head to the side, stares at her with lustful intent. his gaze travels her, from head-to-toe and back up again. he licks his bottom lip.
he steps closer, hovering near joyce, taller, chin brushing her forehead as his arms raise to take her forearms in his hands. large, long-fingered, he lowers his stare to hers. he brushes her wrists with his thumbs, watching her eyes. ]
[For better or worse, he's surprised her by showing up, and it's not Joyce's place to remind him that she's probably been out of school for about as long as he's been alive. She has enough on her plate right now without adding talking wayward horny deputies out of her kitchen. Besides, she'd be lying if she tried to claim that she wasn't excited to see where this was going.
Like virtually everyone else in her life, he's taller than she is. Bigger. It's something she's always found incredibly appealing, though, and she crowds in close when he does. Tipping her head, she meets his eyes.]
Prove me wrong and I might reconsider part of your original offer.
[ gator watches her step up as he does, and he reaches out, taking joyce by the dip of her spine and bringing her forward, flush with his body. he looks down at her as if she's a meal, devouring every inch of her face like he wants to memorize it. dark eyes flash - lust, each moment dragging on until he gets what he wants. his fingertips brush over the curve of her backside. he squeezes gently, head tilted as he continues to gaze. ]
Let's get on the couch, huh? Open them legs, let me eat that pussy.
[ he licks his bottom lip, slow, dragging it into his mouth. he slides his ballcap off, tossing it onto the counter. he then reaches down, ridding himself of his shirt. that also joins the hat, gator's body towering. he takes joyce's hand, then leads her to the sofa, sitting her down. ]
i can't think of a better taste combination. don't wanna make it too sweet. give you a cavity. if you want me to, you know i'd love to. feels so good when you swallow my load.
that's it, baby boy. put it right in my face. drain your balls down my throat. i'll swallow every last fucking drop. cover me in it. i want your sticky spunk on me.
[ weed on eddie munson is like mud in the rain - a solidified fact. he's going to have it on him, but gator's past caring. the way the sheriff handles drugs is... lax, needless to say, so when gator climbs in after eddie, it's not on his mind. he's not here to arrest eddie, he's here to fuck his brains out. it's been a want since the moment he saw him - tight ass covered in ripped, torn denim. a tease, leather and hips. gator slams the doors shut, then climbs over to eddie on his hands and knees.
his spine bends as he leans on his hands, kissing eddie, mouthing at his bottom lip. his hand slithers up his chest, pushing him backwards. he climbs on top of him, pelvis to pelvis again, gator's cock stiffening at the friction. they could dry hump, most definitely, but gator's in the mood to make eddie come load after load. he kisses his jawline, then his throat. ]
That's it, sugar. Lemme take care of it.
[ he cups eddie through his jeans, massaging, feeling his hot thickness. gator bites his bottom lip, their cocks gently rubbing through their clothes. ]
[There's that brief moment when Gator shoves him in the back of the van where Eddie worries that this is a ruse. This'll be the time Gator gets him; this'll be the end of their playing because he's got a fucking quota or something to make. But Gator slams the doors and turns on him and Eddie knows he's escaped that arm of the law just one more time.
He moans into the kiss, leaning back when Gator pushes him. Sprawled out, torso propped up on his elbows Eddie feels himself getting harder in his jeans with Gator's every move.]
Please. Please...
[In between kisses, in between their hips moving together. But fuck, Gator's kissing along his throat, rubbing him through denim and it's one of the best hookups Eddie gets. He moans, already leaking for his partner. They're here so Eddie can ride Gator's cock but goddamn the lead up is nice.]
[ playing with fire always leads to burns. gator knows that it's against the law, what he's doing, but he believes that he is the law - his last name, the way he wears it proudly, the badge and gun apart of what makes him him. eddie is merely a good fuck, a sex toy, a plaything that gator can drain his balls in whenever he feels like it. it's dangerous, what they're doing, but gator can't resist it. their cocks rub, and gator grunts, impatient. he opens eddie's fly and frees him through his boxers, leaning down to take the head of it into his mouth.
he sucks against eddie's cock, head bobbing up and down, sloppy tongue flicking the slit before he takes in more. his hands open eddie's legs further, parting his thighs, gator's torso slipping down. he takes eddie's cock back into his mouth, fingers cupping his balls and squeezing. a moan escapes, one that gator doesn't hold back, two fingers playing at eddie's hole while he takes his cock down deep. he doesn't gag, instead he angles his jaw, taking eddie's cock into his cheek and giving it a firm, thick swallow. he pulls off for a moment, lips pink and wet. ]
You taste s'fuckin' good.
[ again, gator opens eddie's thighs wider. he licks his bottom lip, pulling eddie's jeans all the way down and off of his legs. he then grabs the elastic waist of the boxers, yanking them until they tear, revealing every inch of eddie in his glory. gator groans, hands wandering before he kisses eddie, mouthing at his bottom lip. ]
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tell me what you wanna do.
on duty, but that don't mean shit.
give me a place, baby. i'll fuck you until it hurts.
then more.
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i know you love my van so much, you wanna get nasty in the back again?
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yeah, i do. come speeding down my way.
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oh, already on my way.
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so why are you fucking scared, then?
they're gonna do what the fuck i say.
ain't nothing but cash. don't be a dumbass.
besides, not like you won't get customers.
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[ And Gator's got a tendency to snap. Eddie's not keen on being the victim of his or his friends' rage. He's been lucky so far, but you can't be too careful. Especially not out at some ranch in the middle of nowhere. ]
i know you're good for it. but if your friends aren't, that's tough. you feel me?
oh, i know. that's exactly why i asked if you needed somebody. i could use the payday.
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you either come or you don't.
ain't like i'll miss your ass.
[ is that the truth? would he miss a shock of long hair, ugly fucking tattoos, big brown eyes that look at him like a wounded deer β maybe, maybe not. ]
yeah, i know that. they're gonna buy.
your shit's pretty decent, so why wouldn't they?
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[ Hanging out on a big creepy fuckin' ranch out in the sticks - owned by the law in this county, no less - with all the richest douchebag jocks in the school and the girls they wanna chase? Pass. Hard pass. If it weren't for the money, Eddie would happily get stoned at home and not think a single thing of it.
Even if sometimes Gator looks at him in a way that doesn't quite match the way he talks to him.
Maybe he will just go home once he's out of stuff to sell. Hard to say. ]
well good. cuz gas out to your place and back isn't cheap.
i dunno. guess you're right. whatever. i'll be there after 10.
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you're goddamn right. keep saying it.
so? what're you trying to fucking say? i saw you looking.
you look, i look. i don't know what your point is.
yeah, haha, real fucking funny.
whitney. already done that shit.
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whatever, man. forget it. neither of us are blind. it's not that fucking deep.
[ Yeah, somehow Billy doubts Gator will just drop it. He should've known before saying something so stupid. But sometimes Gator looks at him and it just feels... Different. The way some guys used to look at him back home. Hungry. ]
well, sounds like she wants to do it again. swear she never shuts the fuck up about you. sounds like a real clingy one.
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you brought it up, shithead. that big dick of yours ain't special.
[ but it is. gator's looked more than a few times, but mostly to establish dominance in the locker room. billy throwing his towel down only makes gator even more starving. he looks at him like a man out at sea, thirsty for everything but salt water. ]
ain't going back for seconds.
first time was sloppy enough.
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no? it's never gotten any complaints. or any ice pack incidents. i guess it's all about how you use it after all.
[ It's not like this is the first time Billy's looked at another guy in the showers, or had them look back, for that matter. He knows Gator's type - they think they're God's gift to sex, when all they do is shove it in and expect fireworks for everyone involved.
Maybe it's for the best if Gator really is as straight as he says he is. But Billy can't help feeling disappointed at how this conversation's gone anyway. ]
doesn't surprise me a bit. i'll keep that in mind if she ever gets tired of waiting around for you.
not like i'm hurting for choice. this place is crawling with sluts.
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it's temporary. maybe 24-72. you can handle it.
be a good boy and haul your ass to the deputy's station.
i'll swear you in myself. then we can fuck.
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yeah, yeah, on my way.
fuck. i like the sound of that, baby.
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that's a good boy. make sure you park in front.
i'll tear that ass apart while we're both in uniform.
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oh. yeah, of course.
( eddie is definitely NOT having thoughts about the words "good boy" right now. )
fuck. never thought i'd see the day when i'd be in uniform, but that just might make it worth it.
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Promises I can't keep?
[ he points to his chest, then laughs, dark but bright with teeth. he stands, watching joyce, thinking that if she wants this - she'll prove it. it has to be more than cat-and-mouse, than dares that involve seven minutes in a closet. this isn't high school, and it hasn't been for them for a while. gator, tipping his head to the side, stares at her with lustful intent. his gaze travels her, from head-to-toe and back up again. he licks his bottom lip.
he steps closer, hovering near joyce, taller, chin brushing her forehead as his arms raise to take her forearms in his hands. large, long-fingered, he lowers his stare to hers. he brushes her wrists with his thumbs, watching her eyes. ]
There's only one way to find out, ain't there?
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[For better or worse, he's surprised her by showing up, and it's not Joyce's place to remind him that she's probably been out of school for about as long as he's been alive. She has enough on her plate right now without adding talking wayward horny deputies out of her kitchen. Besides, she'd be lying if she tried to claim that she wasn't excited to see where this was going.
Like virtually everyone else in her life, he's taller than she is. Bigger. It's something she's always found incredibly appealing, though, and she crowds in close when he does. Tipping her head, she meets his eyes.]
Prove me wrong and I might reconsider part of your original offer.
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Let's get on the couch, huh? Open them legs, let me eat that pussy.
[ he licks his bottom lip, slow, dragging it into his mouth. he slides his ballcap off, tossing it onto the counter. he then reaches down, ridding himself of his shirt. that also joins the hat, gator's body towering. he takes joyce's hand, then leads her to the sofa, sitting her down. ]
Go on.
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i bet that'll taste real fucking good, huh?
cock and chocolate and whipped cream? you gonna add more sweetness to it?
gonna come down my throat?
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don't wanna make it too sweet. give you a cavity.
if you want me to, you know i'd love to. feels so good when you swallow my load.
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drain your balls down my throat. i'll swallow every last fucking drop.
cover me in it. i want your sticky spunk on me.
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[ weed on eddie munson is like mud in the rain - a solidified fact. he's going to have it on him, but gator's past caring. the way the sheriff handles drugs is... lax, needless to say, so when gator climbs in after eddie, it's not on his mind. he's not here to arrest eddie, he's here to fuck his brains out. it's been a want since the moment he saw him - tight ass covered in ripped, torn denim. a tease, leather and hips. gator slams the doors shut, then climbs over to eddie on his hands and knees.
his spine bends as he leans on his hands, kissing eddie, mouthing at his bottom lip. his hand slithers up his chest, pushing him backwards. he climbs on top of him, pelvis to pelvis again, gator's cock stiffening at the friction. they could dry hump, most definitely, but gator's in the mood to make eddie come load after load. he kisses his jawline, then his throat. ]
That's it, sugar. Lemme take care of it.
[ he cups eddie through his jeans, massaging, feeling his hot thickness. gator bites his bottom lip, their cocks gently rubbing through their clothes. ]
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He moans into the kiss, leaning back when Gator pushes him. Sprawled out, torso propped up on his elbows Eddie feels himself getting harder in his jeans with Gator's every move.]
Please. Please...
[In between kisses, in between their hips moving together. But fuck, Gator's kissing along his throat, rubbing him through denim and it's one of the best hookups Eddie gets. He moans, already leaking for his partner. They're here so Eddie can ride Gator's cock but goddamn the lead up is nice.]
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he sucks against eddie's cock, head bobbing up and down, sloppy tongue flicking the slit before he takes in more. his hands open eddie's legs further, parting his thighs, gator's torso slipping down. he takes eddie's cock back into his mouth, fingers cupping his balls and squeezing. a moan escapes, one that gator doesn't hold back, two fingers playing at eddie's hole while he takes his cock down deep. he doesn't gag, instead he angles his jaw, taking eddie's cock into his cheek and giving it a firm, thick swallow. he pulls off for a moment, lips pink and wet. ]
You taste s'fuckin' good.
[ again, gator opens eddie's thighs wider. he licks his bottom lip, pulling eddie's jeans all the way down and off of his legs. he then grabs the elastic waist of the boxers, yanking them until they tear, revealing every inch of eddie in his glory. gator groans, hands wandering before he kisses eddie, mouthing at his bottom lip. ]
Let me eat your ass.
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