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!
“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.
to be continued
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