Nothing Special V, page 23
part #5 of Nothing Special Series
The case was a slam-dunk on the narcotics distribution, but they had two witnesses to testify to six or seven murders, as well. They wanted this guy away for life, not just fifteen to twenty. Of course, the kingpin’s lawyer was fighting the motion for a change of venue.
Day walked back into the office with his seventh cup of steaming black coffee in his hand. Their team should be filing in shortly, except Ruxs and Green, they’d been interrogating all night – more like intimidating – their latest arrest, so they probably wouldn’t be in until later.
He pushed through the doors and saw God leaning back in his chair, his mouth hanging open, asleep. Day was glad no one else was there to see it. He set his cup down on his desk, eyeing God’s wide lap, wishing he could sit down on it and relieve some of his own stress. Instead, he walked over and cupped God’s cheek, the coarse brownish-blond hairs scraping his palm. God cracked one green eye open, looking up at him. When he opened both of them, Day saw the redness from exhaustion. “You’ve got to get some sleep or you’ll be useless. You had about three hours the night before last. You can’t function like this, you know it’s dangerous.”
“I know. Let’s wait for the DA to call with the judge’s decision and see what it’ll mean for our case. Then we’ll break for a bit and come back.” God scrubbed his eyes and sat back up just as Syn came through the door.
“We know anything yet?” Syn said as his good morning.
“No. You know judges don’t rush for anyone. We should know by nine or nine thirty today, if defense counsel doesn’t try to get another continuance,” Day answered, checking his watch for the fifth time. At seven thirty, Tech and Steele came walking into the office, looking a lot more rested than the lieutenants. Tech in camel-colored jeans and a soft-looking sweater, like it came from one of those popular college student stores, Abercrombie or American Eagle; his black 9mm on his hip looking like an out-of-place accessory. Steele wore a black long-john that had a few tattered holes at the bottom and a pair of low-riding jeans. “You two look happy this morning.”
Tech shrugged but failed to hide his bashful smile or faint blush. He was obviously enjoying his new responsibilities and being out in the field. God still didn’t let him go on the rides that could potentially become dangerous – like last night’s – but he’d gained a lot of knowledge in a short period of time and there’d been no more mishaps.
Tech sat at his desk and powered on his systems. Steele didn’t even try to act like he wasn’t dick-whipped already as he stuck close to Tech, standing over him while he got ready to start his day.
Day shook his head, looking between the two of them. The start of a new romance. He was happy for Tech, he was. Day noticed a lot, and he hadn’t missed the longing in Tech over the years to have a partner, someone to take his mind off the day-to-day rigors of the job.
“Where are Ruxs and Green?” Tech asked.
“They’ll be back later. As soon as we get some answers, we’ll be gone too, but everyone be here at one for a meeting. It’s more than likely God, Syn and I will have to leave the jurisdiction for this case, so make sure whatever you got on your calendar for today is wrapped up by then.” Tech and Steele both nodded, still unable to wipe the cheesy grins from their faces.
“Good lord,” God grumbled, waking up his monitor like he wanted to look at anything but them.
Steele
How was he supposed to keep his hands off of Tech for the entire day? Their morning was nice, no sex, just the domestic experience of dressing for work together, eating a light breakfast, and a slow, lingering kiss to last them through the day before commuting to the precinct together. Steele ended up staying at Tech’s at least four nights a week, which still wasn’t enough for him. He liked what they had, what they were building. Nights of dinner and talking, movies, video games – which he sucked at, but didn’t mind losing – and long, steamy nights in bed. Steele wasn’t sure if Tech was feeling the same way, but he loved the whole idea of having a life with one man, sharing everything. He’d watched Ruxs and Green doing it and had wondered in the back of his mind the entire time if that’d ever be him.
“Hey.”
Steele’s thoughts slammed to a halt when he heard Tech’s voice beside him. “Yeah.”
“Get to your desk; I’m going to load up your map quiz.” Tech grinned.
Steele rubbed his hand over the short strands on his head. “Now?”
“Yes, now. What else are you doing, besides sitting there daydreaming?”
“That’s what I was thinking.” Day pffted from his own desk, throwing Steele an irritated look.
It was quiet in the office while they waited for answers. God wasn’t going to put them on the streets to dig into any new cases until he knew what the rest of their month was looking like.
“Fine.” Steele sat at his desk and turned on his computer.
“Okay, it’s in your email.” Tech looked over his shoulder. “And cover up the map. No cheating.”
“I don’t need to cheat. I got this.”
“It’s not easy. This isn’t a ninth grade geography quiz.”
“I’ve been staring at this map for two-and-a-half months. Bring it.”
“No one says bring it anymore.” Tech chuckled, shooting a hot, pointed look at him.
“I do, and you like it. You like whatever I say.” Steele swiveled around, staring back.
“Okay, it’s up. It’s timed, too. Did I forget to mention that?” Tech smiled – that wicked one that made Steele’s balls throb.
“Bring it,” Steele whispered. “You wanna place a bet that I won’t miss a single question?”
“Hmm,” Tech all but purred. “What d’ya have in mind?”
“If I lose, I’ll give you a good, hard—”
“Shut up and just take the goddamn quiz!” God yelled, cutting off their sexy banter.
“I was only going to say massage.” Steele and Tech burst with laughter, having been in their own little teasing world, forgetting they weren’t alone. Steele turned around, loaded up the quiz and began knocking out the questions. He wondered how long it took Tech to create; it was like something out of the SAT test. Tech had included everything from rivers and lakes to highways and major landmarks, not forgetting every government office, hospital, and emergency department. He held in his groan when he saw he was on number ten out of one hundred and two. Damn, Atlanta ain’t even that big. He looked up briefly when Ruxs and Green came in making a shit load of noise about Tech’s skills on the streets lately.
Steele kept his focus on his test clock while also keeping one ear peeled as Tech spoke on how he felt about chasing down those shooters a few weeks ago. It was still the hottest topic in the office. Tech was proud of himself and Steele loved that. Although he’d made mistakes, he still got those guys and saved the team who knew how many man-hunting hours.
Ruxs and Green sat down, both with wet hair like they’d just finished showering together and came to work.
“Steele, you must got some creatine muscle powder in your dick, man. You guys went on one date, next thing we know, Tech comes back putting motherfuckers down!” Ruxs’ strong voice was loud in the office and had all of them rolling with laughter; being the usual rowdy, crass bunch that they were.
Each of them went through their experiences of that night… again… Tech beaming while he added his rendition and how he felt being on the streets now. Syn even joked how he got his ass reamed – probably for the second time that night – by God when he got back to the office.
Steele cringed, looking up briefly, flicking Syn off for his crude comment, only to get the same gesture in return.
“Steele’s new name is dynamite dick from here on.” Day laughed, his feet propped up on his desk. Ruxs’ and Green’s deep, carrying laughter could probably be heard clear across the precinct.
Steele groaned loudly, dropping his head into his hands for a brief second before looking back to his monitor. He still had a hard time keeping in his laughter, especially when he could hear Tech behind him laughing hysterically.
“You can call him that your-fucking-self, because I’m not,” God added, looking fatigued while he reclined with his hands linked behind his head.
Steele guessed his personal life would no longer be personal around these guys. Everyone was in everyone else’s business. Tech never once tried to conceal the fact they’d had sex that first night, so he didn’t either. Day, Ruxs, and Green were still tossing around “dick” names when a uniformed officer came through the doors. Steele eyed him for a second, figuring he was a friend of someone’s in the office.
“Oh, this morning just got a lot more entertaining,” God murmured, looking at Steele with mischief glittering in his tired eyes.
Steele went back to concentrating until he heard the man’s smooth voice greet Tech in an entirely different way than he had the others.
“Good morning, Shawn.”
“Hey, Vasquez. How’s it going?” Tech’s voice was normal, the tone he used when he spoke to anyone… except for Steele.
“I’ve told you to call me Ramon.” The guy sounded like he was trying to infuse a little more bass and sensuality in his voice, making the hairs on Steele’s neck rise. The stocky man pulled a chair from the conference table and pushed it right up to Tech’s desk. Getting nice and comfortable. Steele kept his cool, not wanting to make any assumptions. But one thing he’d never been good with was encroaching. What was his was his.
“It’s a habit. So used to last names. How you been, Ramon? Just getting off shift?” Tech asked.
“No, actually I had to switch from nights for a few weeks. So I missed all the excitement. Everyone’s talking about you being out with Ruxs and Green now. That’s nuts. I’ve never known you to be out in the field with these crazies,” Vasquez said in a slight Hispanic accent, his tone still laced with sex and a now a hint of amazement. “I wanted to congratulate you and of course, check to see that you’re alright.”
“Of course, I am. Took a shoulder to the gut that first time, but nothing to complain about.” Tech sounded a little offended by the guy’s statement. Steele hadn’t turned to intrude on the conversation and he wouldn’t unless he had to.
“Maybe I should check you out, just to be sure. You wanna go up to the med station and I can get a closer look?” Vasquez said suggestively, and Steele had heard enough.
“Hey! I’m trying to take a goddamn quiz, here,” Steele blurted out before he could think of something a little more intimidating.
Steele heard Day spray his coffee all over his desk and part of God’s while he hacked and coughed through his laughter. Even God had turned away, his big shoulders shaking with his deep chuckling. Ruxs and Green didn’t even try to hold theirs in.
“Maybe you should go finish it in study hall, Steele, where it’s a little quieter.” Syn made fun of him.
Steele ignored the look of shock on the officer’s face and cast his annoyed glare on Tech. He didn’t look amused at all; in fact, he looked a little pissed. “Sit down and finish, Steele. Time is ticking.”
“Yeah, you don’t want afterschool detention,” Day quipped, still stirring up laughter from the team.
“I must’ve missed something.” Vasquez’s nervous laughter was met with more heat from Steele. The officer stood and held his hand out to him. “Ramon Vasquez. You’re the new member, right? I saw you sparring with God a while back. Nice. I didn’t hear God and Day were recruiting. Maybe I’ll apply again – for the fifth time.”
Steele gripped his hand and applied enough pressure to make the man wince and jerk his hand back. Tech narrowed his eyes at Steele while Vasquez shook out his hand. “That’s some grip you got.”
Steele didn’t say a word, just sat and turned back to his monitor.
“I’ll get out of you guys’ way. Tech, I wanted to see if you felt like hanging out this weekend. I know you said you were busy with work before, but I’m nothing if not persistent. Trust me… I’ll just keep coming back,” Vasquez said, adding a slight stroke of his thumb over Tech’s shoulder blades.
Steele shot up out of his seat, but somehow Syn was there, clamping a firm grip on his shoulder and pushing him back down in his chair. “Not in here,” he hissed and kept walking past. Was the guy psychic? Steele wondered how often this guy come in here and poached Tech for a date. It seemed his entire team was waiting for Steele’s reaction as soon as the pretty cop with perfect light brown skin and manscaped eyebrows walked through the door.
“Vasquez if you wanna flirt, do it in someone else’s department.” God finally said something, ten minutes too late for Steele’s liking.
The officer stood and pushed the chair back to the table, his thick biceps bulging under the tight, navy blue polyester shirt. Why did all those guys have to choose their uniforms two sizes too small? So they look bigger. He watched Vasquez’s tight ass make its way back to the door. He turned and looked in their direction. “There’re donuts in the breakroom, Tech.”
“Get out,” God said drily.
After the smooth bastard had been gone for five minutes, Steele was still gritting his teeth, his jaw clenched tight with the urge to pull Tech away and drill him. Was he considering going out with that guy? They hadn’t defined what was between them yet, but that was trivial to Steele. They’d been all over each other for several weeks, that had to mean they were dating but did Tech wanna still be free to see other people? The thought made Steele want to chase after that guy and offer him a sparring match. He’d talk to Tech soon about this… today, actually. Steele was the one in Tech’s bed almost every night. He’d say whatever he damn well felt like saying.
About thirty minutes later the phone rang and Tech notified the bosses that they needed to get over to the DA’s office.
“After we finish there we’re going home for a few hours. Remember, meeting at one,” God reminded them on his way out the door with Day and Syn.
Steele was glad he only had seventeen questions left. He hurried through them, the last few concentrating on the division lines of the precinct zones. When he finished he clicked submit and sent it back to Tech. He turned off his computer and got Ruxs and Green’s attention. With his back to Tech, he motioned for them to leave him alone with Tech for a while.
Green nodded once and got up with Ruxs doing the same. “Hey Tech, we’re gonna go up the street and grab some breakfast sandwiches, you want one?”
Tech turned, his eyes darkening when he looked at Steele. “Sure. Ham and cheese croissant.”
“Steele, the usual?”
“Yeah. Plain bagel with French onion cream cheese.”
“Got it. Be back in a few.”
As soon as they were gone, Steele got up and stood behind Tech.
“They just got here an hour ago. Green cooks breakfast every morning. I’m pretty sure they’re not hungry already. So why’d you send them away?” Tech asked, finally turning to face him.
“I need to talk to you in private.” Steele tried to keep the strain out of his voice.
“We are in private.”
“Not here, in there.” Steele nodded his head towards the equipment room.
Tech got up and moved quickly to the room, accessing it with a few taps to the keypad. As soon as they got inside, Steele was in Tech’s face before he could walk over to the light switch. “Who was he?”
“He’s an officer who was once a paramedic. He’s come over and checked out a couple bumps and bruises on Ruxs and Green in the past. He wants on the team, so I’m sure he was just trying to be nice,” Tech said nonchalantly.
“Oh, he was being real nice,” Steele uttered sternly.
Tech hopped up on the table, watching Steele with an amused expression. “You’re jealous? After what we’ve been doing, do you think I’m going to go out with him? Is that why you’re snapping and snarling like someone pissed in your cornflakes? Is that why you tried to break every metacarpal bone in his hand? You were acting like an idiot.”
“I didn’t hear you say no to his request.”
“You didn’t hear me say yes, either.”
“I don’t share.” Steele stood between Tech’s legs and yanked him to the edge of the table.
“I don’t want you to, Steele. I’m just not the best with rejecting. He asks me out every blue moon and I say I’m busy. It’s nicer than saying no, I’m sorry, I don’t feel any chemistry between us.”
“Figure out a way. The next time he wants to be persistent, you can simply tell him you’re taken.”
Tech draped his arms over Steele’s shoulders, linking his fingers behind his head. “Am I?”
“Yes,” Steele whispered, then closed his mouth over Tech’s peach lips, sucking them gently before the kiss turned aggressive.
Steele pulled away, pulling in a sharp intake of air. “You knew what you were doing. You wanted to see me get pissed, didn’t you?”
Tech smiled a cheeky grin and shrugged noncommittally. Steele pushed Tech back on the table and grabbed both wrists, pinning them above his head. He moved too fast for Tech to even realize what he was doing. Before the slender man knew it, his sweater was pushed up under his chin and Steele had latched his mouth over his left nipple and sucked it hard into his mouth. Tech yelled out in shock and pleasure.
Steele was going to show Tech what he did when he was toyed with and coaxed into a reaction. Tech’s legs were around Steele’s waist, he reached under Tech’s back and hooked his shoulder, slamming him into his pelvis while he simulated fucking him hard, slamming his hard dick into him over and over while he sucked as hard as he could, wanting a dark red and purple mark over Tech’s sensitive nipple. He knew the feeling was explosive, mixed with a bite of pain. Tech’s cry was loud as he bucked and kicked under Steele’s assault. He could yell as loud as he wanted, no one was there to hear him. Steele pulled and thrust aggressively between Tech’s spread legs, punishing him in the perfect way. No matter how high his back bowed or how he tried to pull his hands free, Tech couldn’t get away and his struggles only made Steele thrust harder.
