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This night seems almost like a dream to Dustin, one he wishes never to wake from. Roy asked him to move in, and to work with him. What better way to celebrate than by making love. Come and join them in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
The Sheriff #56 (13.4)
This had been one hell of a night. A regular rollercoaster ride for Dustin, who’d thought he was going to lose not only his job, but Roy as well. But now not only did he have a new job, as Roy’s deputy, but he and Roy were going to live together. Just thinking about sharing a home with the older man made him happy. Roy made him happy. And he intended to make sure he treated Roy right. He’d work hard, do his share of work around the house. Maybe, with a little time, he could see about taking classes online, to go along with his new-found career.
Yes, things were definitely looking up, and Dustin couldn’t be happier.
When they reached home—Dustin kept repeating the word to himself, like a mantra, as though it made disappear if he didn’t—Roy pulled his truck into his driveway, next to the police cruiser.
“We can pick up your car tomorrow,” Roy said, as they headed into the house. “Better off to have it here than leave it in the parking lot there. We can pick up your stuff at the same time.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Dustin agreed.
Roy pushed open the door, and flipped a switch on the wall just inside the entrance as they walked in. “I figured I’d show you around the town tomorrow, and our patrol area. Then we can go to Pete’s place and check out the new office. Let Melvyn know you’re gonna work with me and see what paperwork he wants you to fill out to make it official.”
That all sounded wonderful to Dustin. “Sounds like a full day,” he said, his heart thumping at the thought of spending so much time with Roy and not anything to do with Jordan.
“Yeah, true,” Roy said. “It’s late, too. Maybe we should get some sleep—”
Dustin didn’t let him finish his sentence, smashing their lips together as he pressed himself against Roy. He paused just long enough to say, “Oh hell no,” before he went back to ravishing the sheriff’s mouth. Roy responded immediately, winding his arms around Dustin. This would be their first night together in their mutual home. Dustin sure as hell didn’t want to waste time sleeping.
He kissed Roy all the way into the bedroom. Reaching between them, he felt Roy’s bulge, and if he’d had any doubts Roy wanted to make love to him, those were instantly dispelled. Suddenly, Roy lifted Dustin into his strong arms and gently tossed him onto the bed.
Dustin pulled back long enough to say, impishly, “Maybe you need your beauty sleep, Sheriff, is that it?”
Roy chuckled. “That’ll be the day, boy. I can keep up with you any day of the week. Now, let’s get these clothes off, so I can show you what I mean.”
Dustin was certainly all for that. He impatiently toed off his shoes and let them drop to the floor, while Roy was busy with his boots. Socks could stay, who cared about those. Roy’s hands were already at his waist, unbuckling and removing his belt. He mirrored Roy’s actions and loosened his belt.
“Lift your ass,” Roy said as he pulled Dustin’s pants down his legs and off, onto the floor. He got up from the bed long enough to send his own trousers after them, then followed that with his shirt. Dustin pulled his own shirt over his head and added it to the growing pile. He’d gone commando, perhaps hopefully, but that was certainly a convenient move now. He noticed Roy wore none either.
Great minds think alike.
Roy took up his position over Dustin, and now they were both naked and able to rub together as much as they like. Dustin loved how quickly Roy had become accustomed to his body, even though he wasn’t a woman. He would have bet before that wasn’t possible. Guess that only proved that it wasn’t the parts that mattered, it was the heart behind them.
And his heart was very full of Roy.
to be continued
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