Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: :Run Through the Jungle

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As you may have noticed from the title of this week's tale, I have taken a brief break from my usual story because I was inspired to write something else based on one of our weekly prompts. The prompt in question was "Where you going, nature boy?" I've been watching Lost lately, inspired by my daughter Sarah, and this is the result. I hope you like it. The Sheriff will be back next week, never fear. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Run Through the Jungle

The billboard was one of the largest Hurley had ever seen, dominating the California landscape, eclipsing even the huge letters that spelled out Hollywood.

Wait, what was going on here? And who was the woman whose face loomed larger than life? Did he know her?

The suspicious-looking sign with the glandular condition began to shimmer, the woman’s face going in and out of focus, disappearing just as recognition began to wash over Hurley. He knew he’d seen her before, and he had a feeling he liked her. But now her image had been replaced. By numbers. Very familiar numbers.

4. 8. 15. 16. 23. 42

The numbers danced across the screen with maniacal intensity, fluorescing in psychedelic hues that hurt his eyes. It wasn’t until Hurley turned to the person beside him that he realized he was seated on an airplane, not in a fast car speeding down the Pacific Coast Highway, and he knew what was going to happen… and he was powerless to stop it.

We’re going to crash, we’re going to crash, we’re going to…

Hurley sat up with a start. The sun was already a flaming orange above the horizon. Another day in paradise. And another day without Libby, the ache in his heart where she’d been reminded him.

As if he could ever forget the one woman who had actually looked at him like a man, not a fat freak. And what had he done but gone and got her killed, him and his bad luck. He should have known better.

He wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Nothing felt right. Nothing felt good. Not even the food he’d stashed in the jungle, his secret supply for when things got bad. Now eating that just made him feel guilty. Like Libby was judging him or something. Although she never would.

Reaching for the bottle of water he kept beside his bed, he took a drink, rising heavily to his feet. The jungle beckoned to him. He decided to heed its siren call.

It wasn’t until he woke for a second time that he realized one dream had become another, and he wasn’t on the beach, in his makeshift hut. He was in the jungle, where he’d spent the night, on his way back to let the others know what had happened.

Oh God, they had them. The Others. And that Henry guy, the one they’d kept down in the Hatch, was their leader. They had Jack and Kate and Sawyer, and Hurley had no clue what was going to happen to them. They’d warned him not to ever step foot on that side of the island ever again, and Hurley believed they meant to hurt him if he did.

Gotta get back, get back… warm them.

Particularly Locke. Locke would know what to do, he always did. Hurley doubted that man knew the meaning of insecure, had never felt less than confident. He wished he could be more like Locke.

What was that?

A horrible sound, like something crashing through the jungle. Hurley’s mind instantly thought polar bear, and he felt his stomach clench in horror. God, don’t let him lose it, not here or now.

Hurley cast desperate eyes about him, searching for a place to hide. But before he could make a move in any direction, a strange figure burst into view. Too much view, to be honest. The man was buck naked.

Hurley quickly averted his eyes, even as he recognized Desmond. The previous inhabitant of the hatch. “Where you going, Nature Boy?” he quipped.

“Well, brother, I’m not sure, to be honest,” Desmond responded.

Hurley dared a glance and just as quickly looked away. “Dude, where are your… clothes?”

“Burned off,” Desmond responded. Did that man ever sound anything less than chipper?

“What happened?” Hurley asked in spite of himself.

“The hatch, it imploded.” Desmond made a sound that was undoubtedly meant to represent an explosion, and when Hurley turned his startled gaze toward the naked man, Desmond’s hands were outflung, then quickly drew inward.

Right. Implosion. Not explosion.

“Glad you’re back, brother,” Desmond continued. “Things going on. Happening. Jack behind you?”

Jack. That brought Hurley back to the seriousness of the situation.

“No, dude. They have him. Him and Kate and Sawyer.” The words tumbled out in a rush. “I have to tell the rest. The Others have them. And they said never go to that side of the island again. Or else.”

“You have to tell everyone, brother. I’ll come with you. Can you spare me some clothing?”

Anything just to keep from having to look at all that… nakedness.

“Sure, if you don’t mind tye-dye,” Hurley muttered. He quickly shed his shirt and tossed it to Desmond, who pulled it on. It reached almost to his knees, but at least his bits were covered.

“Let’s go,” Hurley said, already moving in the direction of camp. No time to waste, no time to lose. Even now, they could be… He didn’t dare complete the thought.

Someday, he swore to himself, those numbers would be the death of them all.

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Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #46 (11.4)

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The evening of the big event has arrived, and Roy has dropped Dustin off at work. If all goes well, they should be able to catch Jordan in the act and put him away for a long time. The question is - will all go well? See what's happening in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #46 (11.4)

The evening both crawled and passed too quickly, although Dustin had no idea how that worked. Probably just his nerves acting up, skewing everything. He was grateful for Denver’s company. Apparently Kenny had called in sick at the last minute and told Denver to take his place. He’d rather face this ordeal with his cousin by his side than Kenny any day.
Business was relatively slow, which didn’t help with the passage of time. Dustin volunteered to restock the shelves, and Denver said he’d watch the register.  Heading into the backroom, he thought it seemed fuller than before. “Did we get a delivery today?” he asked, poking his head out.

“Yeah, looks like it. Still feel like stocking?”

“Sure, no problem.” Dustin couldn’t help thinking the extra supplies would make Jordan pleased. Except, of course, he wasn’t going to get his hands on any of it. Not with Roy Landry on the case. Just thinking about the sheriff brought a smile to his lips, and he was humming to himself as he carried boxes onto the show room floor.

“Someone’s pretty happy,” Denver commented. No one was in the store at the moment, other than them, making conversation easier.

“Maybe,” Dustin said mysteriously, raising his voice to be heard from the aisle he stood in. “Anything wrong with a guy being happy?”

“Course not, glad to see it,” Denver replied. “And I think I have a good idea why.”

Dustin tried not to snort. Denver couldn’t possibly know about him and Roy. No way. Let him think what he wanted. “Why’s that, then?”

“Cause I see him walking across the parking lot now,” came the surprise answer.

Really? Uneasiness crawled along Dustin’s spine. Why would Roy be coming into the store? That wasn’t part of the plan. Had something gone wrong?

He finished racking packages of cables, then walked to the end of the aisle, trying to appear nonchalant, his heart hammering in his chest as he glanced toward the door. The bell chimed as the man walked in, and Dustin had to work not to let his jaw drop to the floor. That was not Roy Landry entering the building, it was fucking Jordan. What the hell?

Jordan glanced quickly around, spotted Dustin, and made a beeline toward him, plastering one of his winning smiles on his face. “Hello, sexy. I was hoping you were working tonight.”

Dustin fought against the bile that threatened to rise at the sound of Jordan’s voice.  Don’t fuck this up, just go along with what he says. Knowing Roy was somewhere close at hand and probably seeing everything helped calm his nerves. He could do this. He would do whatever it took to get rid of Jordan and prove himself worth of being with Roy.

“I’m right here,” he said, an equally false smile flitting across his face. “Were you looking for something special?”

“Other than you?” Jordan laughed. “Yeah, I wanted to see if you had a copy of a new video game. I’ve been hearing a lot about it, you know, gotta put it to the test and see if it lives up to the hype.”

“I think I know which one you mean, I just put some out.” Dustin walked ahead of Jordan to the aisle where the video games were located, out of sight of the front register. He gestured toward the shelves. Jordan ignored his motion.

“Whatever. I’ll just help myself to a copy later,” he said dropping his voice. “Just checking up on you. Not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t trust you, after last time I was in here.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about and I don’t care,” Dustin said.

“You just better make sure there are no complications,” Jordan fairly snarled. “Or you’ll be sorry?”

“What kind of complications?” Dustin struggled to keep his voice level. He didn’t want Jordan to think he’d upset him.

“Like your cousin hanging around or something. You make sure he’s out of here before I come back. Got it?”

Dustin nodded. Hopefully, Denver was headed to Partners after work and wouldn’t stick around. He wanted to keep his cousin out of this as much as possible. He glanced up from where he’d been staring at the floor to find Jordan regarding him with narrowed eyes.   “What?” Dustin asked, putting as much innocence into his voice as he could.

“I dunno. Something feels off,” Jordan murmured.

“You mean because I’m not falling at your feet anymore?” Dustin retorted.

Jordan fairly smirked. “That I don’t care about. Guys like you are easy to find. A cheap piece of ass, nothing more. If I still wanted you, I’d make you want me too, trust me.”

Dustin didn’t trust him, not as far as he could throw him, which wasn’t far. But he didn’t want to get into a pissing contest with the asshole either.

“After tonight, I don’t want to ever see you again. Find yourself another playmate.” Dustin was surprised at his own nerve.

“We’re through when I say we are.” Jordan grabbed Dustin by the arms and pulled him close, then pressed their lips together.

Dustin’s first instinct was to push Jordan away, but that would mean calling unwanted attention to themselves. He was relieved when Jordan pulled back. Without thinking, Dustin wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

“Bitch!” Jordan hissed. “Be ready when I come back.” He spun on his heel and fairly stomped his way out of the store. Dustin thought if he could have slammed the front door, he probably would have.

He leaned back against the nearest shelf shakily. Jordan was no one to fuck with, and Dustin didn’t intend to underestimate him.

Please don’t let Roy get hurt,” he breathed a silent prayer. I think I love him.

to be continued

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Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #45 (11.3)

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The Sheriff #45 (11.3)

Roy released Dustin with a contented sigh. “Been wanting to do that for a while,” he admitted.

“Me too,” Dustin agreed.

“So, how you doing?” Roy asked. He opened up the fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer which he handed to Dustin before taking out two more and closing the door. “You feeling okay about tonight? I don’t want you to have any second thoughts about what we’re doing.”

“I don’t,” Dustin insisted. “I just want it to be over, that’s all.”

“I can understand that.” Still holding the beers, Roy circled his arm around Dustin so they could kiss once more, careful not to press the cold bottles against him. “I want that too, believe you me. Just so you know, Lee figured out about us already, hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s cool with me if it’s cool with you.” Dustin gave him a somewhat anxious look which Roy quickly quelled with another kiss.

“They would never judge us, trust me,” he said.

“I do,” Dustin said simply, in a voice that went straight to Roy’s heart. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Roy. I’d be in over my head with no way out.”

“Things happen, don’t beat yourself up over it,” Roy said. “C’mon, let’s deliver these beers.”
* * * *
The trip back to Tucker Falls went by far too quickly for Dustin’s taste. He wished they could have hung out with Marshall and Lee a lot longer. Or, even better, gone back to Roy’s place and spent the rest of the day in bed. But that wasn’t happening, of course. He had to go in to work, had to face the music and get through what might just prove to be the longest night of his life.

He shifted in Roy’s front seat, pressing his leg against Roy’s in the process.  Roy laid his hand across Dustin’s leg and he relaxed into the sheriff’s warmth.

“Lunch was good,” he said, trying to not think too much about what was coming. “I thought everything went well.”

“Everything went very well,” Roy agreed. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of them. They’re my two best friends, you know?”

“I know,” Dustin said. He couldn’t help but warm at the way Roy said we. Made him almost have hope that just maybe they could… He pushed the thought aside, afraid to jinx whatever it was he was thinking.  “So, what’s the plan? You going to wait in the store ‘til close or what?”

“I can’t afford to have anyone see me,” Roy said with what sounded like regret. “Don’t want to take a chance on spooking him, you know? Let him think everything’s going as planned, and when he starts taking stuff out of the storeroom, I’ll be there and I’ll nab him. I’ll radio the sheriff and they can take him in.”

Then what? Then we’ll be done?

Dustin bit back the words that threatened to spill from his lips. If Roy and him were going to be over after he got Jordan locked up, then he didn’t want to know now.

As they approached the parking lot of the computer store, Dustin noticed Denver’s truck was there, but no sign of Kenny’s car. Wonder what that meant.  Oh well, at least he’d have his cousin to talk to. He started to scoot across the seat, but Roy’s hand on his arm held him back. He turned and found himself with a mouth full of sheriff, and for a full minute no words were exchanged. Finally, Roy released him and straightened up behind the wheel.

“I’ll be watching out for you, count on that,” he said, and Dustin thrilled at his words.

“See you later,” he managed to choke out, then hurried out of the truck and into the store.

 to be continued

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Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #44 (11.2)

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So now Roy and Dustin are hanging out with Lee and Marshall. Does this mean they're a couple... or maybe just hungry? See what's happening in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #44 (11.2)

“So, I see there’s been some new developments,” Lee commented, breaking into Roy’s thoughts. Which were pretty well centered on Dustin.

 Roy glanced at his friend. Lee’s face revealed nothing. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I don’t think you’ve heard a word I’ve said in the last five minutes and you keep staring toward a certain blond is what I mean.” He gave Roy a wry smile. “You want to talk about it?”

He probably was staring at Dustin, wasn’t he? Everything between them had changed. Roy’s whole perspective had turned topsy-turvy in the blink of an eye. And yet it felt so right. At the same time, what happened with the younger man was opening up whole new ways of thinking Roy’d never thought of before.

“I’m not sure what to say,” Roy admitted. “And I sure as hell don’t know what it is I’m feeling. But whatever it is, it’s good. Does that make sense?”

Lee nodded. “You like Dustin, don’t you?”

“I do, but it’s more than that. I like him in a way I’ve never liked any man before. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just never expected it to happen to me.” He was fumbling for words now and he knew it. “Does that sound as stupid as I think it does?”

“Not at all. Dustin’s a good kid... Sorry, young man. He’s no kid, is he?”

“No, that he is not.” Roy chuckled in spite of himself. “In fact, Dustin knows more about some things than I do. And I think he’s got a good heart, just needs to… I dunno. Grow up a little bit. But I think he’s trying.”

“I think he is too. And I think you’re a very good influence on him. I see the way he watches you. Not just today, but before. Recently, anyway. I wondered if there might be something there. Guess now I know.” Lee flipped the steaks as he spoke.

“So you aren’t against us being together or anything?”

Lee gave him a startled glance. “Why would I be?”

“Well, what with the trouble before… you know…”

“With Marshall? Yeah, I wasn’t happy about all that. But that’s been dealt with and it’s done.”

Roy glanced across the back yard, and his eyes met Dustin’s. He couldn’t have prevented the smile that came to his lips if he’d wanted to… and he didn’t want to.

“Yeah, I think you got it bad,” Lee said with a smirk.

Roy felt his cheeks turn warm, but he wasn’t about to deny it.

“You worried about tonight?” Lee asked.

Roy turned toward him. “No,” he said, “’cause I won’t let anything happen to him. I’m going to make sure that asshole never hurts him again. Then I’m going to show him that he does have value, ‘cause he’s pretty down on himself at times. But I think that has to do with things that have happened to him when he was growing up. Filled him with doubt. Let him think he’s worthless. But he isn’t. There’s something special there…”

His voice trailed off as he watched Dustin and Marshall rise from their chairs and head toward them.
“Roy Landry,” Lee said. “You’re a good man, and never doubt that for a moment.” He raised his voice, addressing the two young men. “I’m about to take the steaks off to rest for a few minutes. 
What are you guys up to?”

“Just thought we’d see if the chefs needed more beer,” Marshall said.

Roy laughed. “He’s the chef, I’m just the assistant. But that sounds like a good idea.  I’ll grab the beers. Everyone want one?”

Apparently everyone did. “I’ll help you,” Dustin quickly offered.

“Thanks.” Roy ushered Dustin toward the house. He just knew Lee and Marshall were both smiling, and he didn’t care.

As soon as they were inside the kitchen, he pulled Dustin to him and pressed their lips together for a very long time.

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Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #43 (11.1)

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Now that Roy and Dustin have had sex, does that change anything? Or maybe everything? See what's going on when they visit Lee and Marshall in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. And don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #43 (11.1)

“Hey man, you okay?”

Dustin glanced toward Marshall, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from Roy, who was manning the barbecue grill along with Lee. Well, to be more accurate, Lee was grilling and Roy was handing Lee whatever he needed.

Everything felt so surreal. Sitting in a lawn chair, next to Marshall, in Marshall and Lee’s backyard, sharing a meal with them like they were all the best of friends or something. Dinner had become lunch, because of Dustin having to work, at Lee’s insistence.  Tonight would be the night when—hopefully—they would catch Jordan in the act, and put him away for good, so he couldn’t hurt anyone ever again.

So why was he more nervous about hanging out with Roy’s friends than the impending confrontation with Jordan? Maybe because things had taken an unexpected, although far from unpleasant, turn yesterday. Dustin’s ass still tingled, albeit in a pleasant way, at the memory of Roy inside of him. But what did this even mean in the scheme of things? Once the immediate danger from Jordan was gone, would they go back to… He couldn’t even finish the thought.

Belatedly, he realized he hadn’t answered Marshall’s question. And he’d gone back to staring at Roy… again. His cheeks began to heat up when he heard Marshall’s low chuckle.

“So, what’s going on with you and Roy?”

“I never said anything was going on,” Dustin began, which elicited another chuckle.

“You didn’t have to. I see the way you’re eyeing him. Same way he’s eyeing you. It’s not exactly rocket science, you know?”

Dustin knew. But he didn’t exactly have a ready answer either. Stalling for even a little time, he raised his bottle of beer to his lips and drank, while his mind debated what to reply. He was limiting himself to two beers since he had to work tonight. He needed to have all his wits about him for that. It might come in handy right here and now too.

Not to mention, when he got up that morning, he knew that he wanted to be with Roy again, and Roy had let him know that feeling was pretty mutual when they’d had sex in the shower that morning. And again, later on, after they’d gone out on patrol.

“Is he eyeing me?” Dustin finally asked.  As if in answer to his own question, he darted another look at Roy, and their eyes met this time. And Roy smiled. And Dustin’s heart began to thump so loudly he was sure Marshall could hear it.

“I’d say so,” Marshall replied. “Fact is I’ve never seen him look that way at anyone before. Not any of the women I’ve seen him date. And there have been a few of those, over the years.”

Dustin turned his gaze back to Marshall. Women, yeah. How could he have forgotten about them? Maybe because when he and Roy were together, the sexy sheriff acted like anything but straight. “You think he likes women better?”

“Dude, no, that’s not what I’m saying. Chill out, okay?” Marshall tossed back his own beer. “What I’m saying is he’s never brought any of them here, and here you are. ‘Nuff said?”

Dustin could only nod, not trusting his voice at that moment. A question was burning a hole in his brain and he was dying to ask it, but he was afraid, at the same time. Finally, when he couldn’t stand it any longer, he blurted out, “How did you know?”

“About you and Roy?” Marshall seemed surprised. “You guys aren’t exactly hiding it—”

“No, I mean, how did you know Lee was the one?”

“Oh.” Marshall fell silent, and Dustin wondered if he’d said something wrong.

“I knew Lee was the one because… because I thought about him all the time. And I dreamed about him too. And I wanted to be with him always.”

“You did?”

“I did. And whenever he was around, my heart would… I don’t know how to describe it, other than it was full, like it was larger because he was in it. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, it does. So the age difference never made a difference?”

“Nope,” Marshall replied. “Not a bit. Age is only a number. It doesn’t matter to either one of us.”

“But how did you know he felt the same way?”

“I didn’t at first,” Marshall admitted. “But I hoped. You always have to have hope. And then one day my dreams came true, when he told me he loved me too. And that was pretty much that.”

“So how long have you known Lee?” Dustin asked.

“Hey, let’s see if the guys need more beer.” Marshall quickly drained his bottle and began to rise.

“Sure, good idea,” Dustin agreed, following him across the yard to the patio where the two men were grilling.

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Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #42 (10.5)

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The Sheriff #42 (10.5)

Acting on an impulse he couldn’t explain, Roy leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Dustin’s glowing backside. His skin was surprisingly smooth, and he began to pepper it with more kisses. He thought he heard Dustin moan in response. He kissed his other cheek, still thrusting both fingers inside of the younger man.

“How much more do you want me to stretch you?” he asked in between kisses.

“No more, Dustin said. “I’m ready. Please. Now.”

Roy laid one last kiss on Dustin’s ass before helping him off his lap. As Dustin straightened, their lips met again, meshing in a feverish urgency.  They rose together, still joined, and fell onto the bed, Dustin beneath. His long blond hair fanned out across the pillow. Roy drew back long enough to admire the sight. Dustin’s cheeks were flushed, his lips rosy and kiss-swollen, and his blue eyes glowed with lust. Roy thought he looked damn sexy.

Roy reached between them and stroked Dustin’s weeping cock.

“Oh yeah,” Dustin breathed hoarsely. He spread his legs and thrust up into Roy’s hand. His cock was velvet and steel and all kinds of nice. Roy pumped it, hard. Dustin arched his back.

“Oh god, oh god,” he moaned. “Roy, quit teasing and fuck me. Please!

Roy didn’t need to be asked twice. He positioned himself on his knees between Dustin’s legs. One hand on Dustin, he used the other to maneuver his cockhead into position. Roy wasn’t exactly a virgin, and while his prior experience had all been with women, he figured the theory was the same.

He slowly and carefully entered Dustin, listening for any sign of the safe word. He had no idea how this felt to Dustin, but he wasn’t about to hurt him. Judging by the euphoric expression on his face, Dustin was feeling no pain.

Roy didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed. This was far from what he’d expected. Dustin was hot and tight and soft, holding his cock with a grip much tighter and far more sensual than any woman he’d ever been with. He’d thought being with a man would somehow be… rougher. This was anything but.

Gathering his thoughts, his instincts kicking in, Roy began to slide back, pulling almost completely out of Dustin before slamming back in.

“Fuck,” Dustin moaned. “Fuck yeah.”

Roy wanted to be in even deeper. He slid Dustin closer to him, then raised his legs and hung them over his shoulders, giving him a better angle of attack. Dustin matched each movement, thrusting his hips as they fell into sync with one another. When Dustin tightened his muscles around Roy’s cock, he thought he just might lose control.

Roy didn’t want this to end, not yet. “Hands and knees,” he instructed Dustin, breathing heavily as he struggled to keep from coming. Dustin obediently changed positions, deftly keeping Roy inside as he rotated beneath him. The need to come began to recede, but the desire to fuck was just as strong as ever. He leaned across Dustin’s back, slamming inside of him balls deep. Their flesh slapped together wetly.

Roy reached beneath Dustin and fisted his slick cock. His hand slid up and down without resistance, and he felt it pulse at his touch. Dustin must be close to his release. He wanted to feel him come, feel his pleasure.

“Are you almost there?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Dustin panted. “So close…”

“Do it,” Roy urged, “come for me.” That was something he’d never said to any woman, not ever.

Dustin’s movements became even more frantic. He leaned backward toward Roy, turning his head. “Kiss me,” he practically begged, and Roy happily obliged. He loved the feel of Dustin’s lips on his, loved everything about him.

He tightened his grasp on Dustin’s cock even as he felt it tighten, his whole body responding as he came. Wetness covered Roy’s hand as he continued to pump him as long as he could. A surge of electricity seemed to flow between them, as if a circuit had been completed. Every nerve ending Roy possessed tingled. Without warning, he began to come, longer and harder than he’d ever remembered coming before, filling Dustin’s channel until he had no more to give, and they collapsed together in a sweaty tangle on the bed, panting.

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Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

Well, Roy has finally acted on that attraction to Dustin he's been feeling for a while now, and it looks like it's more than mutual. See what develops in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #41 (10.4)

Damn, that felt good. Sure, he’d played with women’s nipples before, many times, but none of them had ever showed an interest in touching his. He hadn’t realized they were so sensitive.  He grasped the back of Dustin’s head and gently lifted it until their eyes met. He wanted to read Dustin’s expression for himself, not have to guess at what he might be thinking.

“If we’re going to keep going, we should go to my room and get more comfortable, I think.”

“I like that idea.”

Dustin’s smile was more than enough to convince Roy he was very much interested in continuing what they were doing. Roy could see a desire in his eyes that matched his own.  “Then let’s do it.”

They disentangled themselves long enough to rise from the couch. Roy took Dustin’s hand in his and drew him up against him, meshing their lips together once more with feverish urgency, as though he couldn’t stop kissing the blond. He walked him slowly backward, guiding him carefully.  Once they reached the bedroom, they drew apart in order to strip.

Roy was certainly familiar with the male form, and he wasn’t particularly bashful about being naked in front of another man. God knows, he’d run across Lee and Marshall on more than a few bare-assed occasions, and they weren’t exactly shy either, so he thought nothing of it.

But looking at Dustin’s naked body was different. Dustin was rousing a desire in Roy such as he’d never felt before. And he had every intention of doing something about it. No sense in pretending to be shy, either. Shy was for innocent virgins, and Roy was neither innocent nor a virgin, even if his experience didn’t extend to encounters with the same sex. Yet.

“You know I’ve never done this before—” Roy began as he pulled Dustin into his embrace once more, his hand exploring the texture of Dustin’s firm back and soft skin.

“You sure you want to?” Dustin broke in. He trembled under Roy’s touch.

“Damn sure I want to,” Roy said. “Is there anything I need to know before we get started?”

Dustin smirked. “Looks like we’ve already got started, I think.”

“Smart ass, aren’t you?” Roy lightly slapped Dustin’s ass, and when Dustin moaned, he did it again. “Like that, do you?”

“Hell yeah, keep it up. Maybe lay me across your lap? Do it right.”

Roy took a seat on the edge of the bed and patted his knees. Dustin quickly situated himself across Roy’s legs. “How’s this?”

“Mmm, scoot up a little bit.”

Dustin complied without hesitation.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Roy said. “I can reach you better there. You sure you want this?”

“I’m sure.”

Roy raised his hand and brought it lightly down onto one of Dustin’s buttocks.

“I barely felt that, do it harder,” Dustin urged.

Roy repeated the motion with a little more emphasis. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, I promise. Tell you what, we can have a safeword, and if I use it, then you stop. Okay?”

“Okay, what kind of word should we use?”

Dustin wriggled his ass in what Roy knew had to be a deliberate motion, before replying, “Something we wouldn’t normally say. Like turnip or kumquat or something.”

“Okay, how about turnip?” Roy lifted his hand again and brought it down with a little more emphasis on Dustin’s cute ass. Hard enough to redden the skin.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” Dustin moaned. “Feels good.”

Roy obliged with a few more solid whacks. Dustin’s skin fairly glowed, as he alternated between each cheek.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any lube would you?”

“Never had a use for it. Guess I’ll have to get some. What will I be using it for?”

“To get inside of me.” Dustin turned his head, looking up at Roy. “I assume you want to top?”

“If that means I’m inside of you, then yes.” Roy nodded. He couldn’t imagine having someone inside of him. He was more than content with being… what did Dustin call it?... the top. Did that make Dustin the bottom? He assumed so.

“We’ll have to improvise today then.  First, I want you to spit on your finger and stick It up my ass, to stretch me.”

“Spit works?”

“In a pinch it does,” Dustin said. “I sure as hell don’t want to stop long enough to buy some lube, do you?”

“Hell no.”

Dustin reached back and spread his cheeks, offering Roy a view of his pucker. Roy had never seen one so up close and personal before. He wondered what it would feel like. Spitting on his right index finger, he gently circled the rim before gingerly sliding the tip inside of Dustin.

“Farther,” Dustin urged. “All the way in.”

“Don’t forget the turnip, all right?”

“I won’t, just do it!”

Roy was surprised at the intensity in Dustin’s voice. He obliged by sliding his finger inside in its entirely. Dustin felt warm and soft and tight all at one and the same time. Roy wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but that wasn’t it.

“Oh yeah, that’s good. Now move it, in and out, like it was your cock.”

Roy was hesitant at first, sure he was hurting Dustin. But when he didn’t hear the word turnip, he kept going. If he felt this good surrounding Roy’s finger, then how good would it feel around his cock? Roy moaned at the thought.

“That’s it, now put in another finger, then kindof scissor them. That’ll stretch the muscle out enough for you to fit.”

If Roy had any doubts that he wanted to fuck Dustin, his weeping cock laid all those ideas to rest. He’d never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Dustin right this minute.

to be continued

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