Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #6 (2.2)

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Stopping at Partners on his way home from his little brother's birthday party, Chan is stunned to see none other than the sexy trooper there, and he's looking right at him! What's a guy to do? See what's going on in this week's chapter of Super Trooper! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!


Super Trooper #6 (2.2)


Calm down, calm down.

Chan stood rooted to the spot, unable to stop staring at the sexy blond. What were the odds of running into him here? He would have thought astronomical, but then again Tucker Falls wasn’t a very big place. And it had just become a whole lot smaller. Also, did this mean the man was actually gay?

Or worse, was he gay and with someone?

As if to confirm his fears—not that he was entitled to have any since he didn’t even know the man—he watched him lean down to speak with someone at the table he stood beside.

You are a fool to think this man cannot get anyone he wants. Sit down and forget him, focus on the dance floor. On anything other than him.

Chan spotted a table for two close to the dance floor that was just being vacated by two men who were obviously very much into each other and oblivious to everyone else as they pawed and groped their way toward the door. They never gave him a second glance as he quickly seated himself at the now empty table before someone else could claim the prime space, his eyes riveted on the dance floor.

Maybe just one drink and home. He could fantasize about the trooper in private, to his heart’s content. Perhaps see his desires through to a one-sided fruition. Now that he suspected the man was gay only made him want him all the more. If he didn’t see him with another man, he could maintain the illusion that he was available… and hot for Chan.

Maybe he should skip that drink and go now before he saw anything which might burst his bubble …
Before he could act on this new course of action, a shadow fell across his table. He glanced up to find the blond standing there. Chan thought his heart was about to stop. At first he assumed the other man had just paused on his way to the dance floor, but when he didn’t move, that didn’t seem likely. Plus no one else was with him, at least no one Chan could see.

So what did the man want? Surely he had recognized him from this morning and was checking up on his driving skills? Maybe he’d rethought not giving him a ticket and wished to rectify his mistake? Or maybe none of the above…

He found himself staring into those jade eyes, the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. Should he apologize for this morning? Explain why he’d been exceeding the speed limit when normally he was the most cautious of drivers? Or was it his rudeness he needed to make amends for? He normally never spoke in that manner to anyone. But before he could find his voice, the man spoke first.

“What are you drinking?”

Drinking? What was he drinking? Chan’s mind went blank. He couldn’t remember what he’d intended to order. More importantly, why was he being asked this question? “Pale ale,” he finally got out. He vaguely remembered having had one the last time he’d been there, and it was pretty good.

“Be right back,” the trooper said, then disappeared into the crowd, leaving a very confused Chan.
* * * *
Evan didn’t know what he was thinking. His mind and body suddenly seemed to be acting independently of him. He’d been about to hunt up a server for the next round when he spotted the speeder and now here he was, acting on autopilot. He excused himself to Roy, told him he needed to do something. The sheriff gave him a knowing smile, his eyes fixed in the direction in which Evan had been staring, as if somehow he understood. Although how was that possible when Evan himself didn’t understand what was going on. Even Dustin wore a knowing smirk as Roy told him to go on, they’d catch up another time.

How long did he think Evan would be gone? Whatever. He turned in somewhat of a fog and for a heart-stopping moment, he didn’t see the object of his interest. But then he realized with relief that he’d taken a seat at a nearby table… and he seemed to be alone. That’s all it took for Evan’s feet to find themselves on a straight course to that table. The next thing he knew he’d taken the man’s drink order and gone up to the bar to fulfill it. A very minutes after he was heading back to the table, two glasses of draft beer in hand. He set them on the table then took the seat across from the speeder, who only stared at him with the most beautiful mocha eyes.

Even took a quick drink of the pale ale. Did his courage really need bolstering, he wondered. And if so, why? He knew how to talk to people, he did it all the time.

But this was different, and he knew it. This wasn’t work. Now he was acting on an attraction he couldn’t explain. One he felt compelled to act on. Finally, he blew out a breath, watching the other man watching him, and said, “Hello.”

“Hello,” came the quick reply. Evan hadn’t really noticed how melodious his voice was. Then again, he had sounded angry this morning—most speeders usually did.

“The ale… is it good?” Evan asked.

The speeder took a sip, then another, and smiled. “Yes, very. Thank you.” His smile lit his entire face.
“You’re welcome.” Evan fell silent.

“About this morning…” they began in unison, then stopped and laughed, breaking the ice.

“Let me start again,” Evan said. “Evan Rainsford.” He held out his hand.

“Chandrahas Basu.” He took Evan’s hand in his. Evan held on to it lightly. “You may call me Chan, if you like.”

to be continued

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