Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #59 (Epilogue 2) - the end

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Well, today our journey ends. I've been following Roy and Dustin, and before them Marshall and Lee, for the past few years. But all good things come to an end, and so it is with them. I hope you have enjoyed the journey. Next week I'll start something completely different. In the meantime, stop by and say howdy to the boys, as we watch the end of their Fourth of July. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #59 (Epilogue 2)

Once darkness fell, Lee began to shoot off fireworks. Being the careful type, he’d taken all precautions and had safety equipment on hand, just in case. Marshall acted as his assistant. Dustin would have volunteered, but Roy said this was a ritual the two men had had for a long time, and he’d learned to let them do their own thing. So Roy and Dustin sat back and enjoyed the show, content just to be together. Technically, they were both on duty, and would respond to a call, if they received one.  Hopefully, that wouldn’t happen.

Lee had gotten quite an impressive array, from fountains and ground spinners to bottle rockets. Dustin thought the fountains were pretty, and he liked the way the spinners spun. He’d seen fireworks before, of course, but this time felt more special. Probably because he was sharing it with people he really cared about. And a man he loved.

“Here.” Roy lit a sparkler and handed it to Dustin before lighting another one for himself.

“I haven’t seen one of them since I was a kid.” Dustin gave Roy an inquisitive look. “Aren’t we a little old for these?”

“Maybe. But it gives me an excuse to see your face,” Roy said with a wink.

Dustin felt his cheeks grow warm, but in a good way. He took Roy’s free hand in his own and twined their fingers. “I like the way you think,” he said.

A short yip came from behind him. The sound startled Dustin so much he almost fell out of his chair, right onto Roy. Roy laughed and anchored Dustin’s chair before it collapsed.

“Don’t be scared, she won’t hurt you.”

“Her bark is definitely worse than her bite,” a female voice added from the darkness. Dustin saw two shadowy figures approach. As they stepped close enough to see, he realized they were neighbors of Marshall and Lee—Sarah and Craig Ferguson, who lived just across the road. The bark came from their Chow Chow, Ritsu. He liked the dog and had played with her before when he and Roy ran into the couple around town.

Ritsu ran up to them, sniffing at each of them in turn before barking at Roy, who laughed.

“Guess I know what that means,” he said. Removing his hand from Dustin’s, he reached down and gathered up the excited dog, who barked even louder. “Well hello, princess,” he greeted her. He held her close enough that she could lavish wet kisses on his cheek. Dustin had to laugh.

“Looks like your girlfriend’s here now.” He turned toward the dog’s owners. “Hey Sarah, Craig.”

“Hey Dustin,” Sarah replied, echoed by her husband.

“Hey guys,” Marshall greeted them as he approached. “You’re just in time for the grand finale. I can grab a couple of chairs real quick, and some beer…”

“Naw, we’re good standing,” Sarah and Craig both said.

“I won’t say no to the beer, though,” Sarah added. A moment later, they each had a cold bottle in hand, and Lee was standing with them too.

“Just in time for the grand finale,” he said.

“Told you we’d make it.” Sarah stuck her tongue out at her husband, who held up his hands in surrender.

“I know, you’re always right,” he conceded without argument.

Dustin couldn’t help but smile. He liked them, and thought they made a cute couple. Lee opened a box and drew out something that resembled a number of tubes bundled together. It looked fascinating. And potentially dangerous. When everyone else moved back to a respectful distance, Dustin did too, holding fast to Roy’s hand. Lee carefully lit the fuse and backed up himself.

The sky lit up in a multitude of colors, one after another—red, blue, purple, white—each color its own display, timed so when one ended, the next began. For a few minutes, everyone standing in the backyard was illuminated clearly in the glow of the fireworks.

Roy squeezed Dustin’s hand and Dustin squeezed back. Nothing was said between them, but everything was understood.

This would go down in Dustin’s memory as the best Fourth of July ever, and the best year ever. The year he found love and began his new life. He moved closer to Roy and leaned against him comfortably, watching the fireworks until the last beautiful color faded away into the night.

 The End

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Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Wedmesday Briefs: The Sheriff #59 (Epilogue 1)

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Well, it looks like our journey with Roy and Dustin is almost done, also Marshall and Lee. So let's visit them for a little bit before we have to say good-bye. Not this week, though. This week the four guys are hanging out, so go catch up with them while you can. Then visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #59 (Epilogue 1)

“You ready for another beer?” Roy asked.

Dustin consulted the bottle in his hand. It was about a third full yet. “Almost. Give me another ten minutes,” he calculated. “Want me to get you one? Wouldn’t want you to tucker yourself out too soon.” He gave Roy a decidedly evil grin, while Marshall laughed loudly.

“I think somebody’s trying to tell you you’re old, Roy,” Lee joked.

“As if.” Roy snorted. “I don’t remember hearing any complaints about my age last night, do you?”

“That’s what I mean,” Dustin said without missing a beat. “I figured maybe I wore you out so much you should save your strength for later. You wouldn’t want to fall asleep early and miss the fireworks, would you?”

“That’ll be the day when I can’t outdrink you and stay up late enough to set off fireworks. I’d be more worried about you and Marshall, Sonny Jim.”

“Hey, how’d I get dragged into this?” Marshall protested laughingly. “This is between you two. Leave me out of it.”

“I guess you’re getting tarred by the same young’un brush I am.” Dustin couldn’t help but laugh. He was too happy not to. He couldn’t remember a better Fourth of July than this one. He’d been living with Roy for several months now, as well as being his deputy, and everything was perfect. Just perfect. He never thought things could work out as well as they had, and he wouldn’t change a thing.

“Well,” Marshall drawled, “I guess that’s what happens when you hook up with old men.”  He laughed and ducked as Lee took a fake swing at him, then gave in when Lee snagged him and drew him in for long kiss.

Before Roy could even act, Dustin had climbed into his lap and meshed their mouths in utter harmony. All was still until the two couples came up for air.  Dustin polished off what was left of his beer. “Anyone want another one while I’m up?”

They were sitting in Marshall and Lee’s backyard. Lee had barbecued some of the best steaks Dustin had ever had, and now they were just shooting the shit until it was time to shoot off fireworks. Lee had invited all their friends from Partners, but they were all busy. Including Dustin’s cousin Denver, who was seeing the new cashier at the computer store, the one who had taken Dustin’s place when he left.

Dustin got up and brought back the beers, handing them out before resuming his next beside Roy, so close that their legs touch. Nice and cozy, just how they liked it. Dustin was surprised at how demonstrative Roy had turned out to be. He never would have thought that of the sheriff, especially not with another man. He figured part of that was the influence of Marshall and Lee, seeing them together as long as he had.

Roy leaned in and kissed Dustin’s cheek softly. “You sure you’re okay with not going to Tucker Falls to watch the big show there?”

“Very sure,” Dustin assured him. “I’m right where I want to be. And I’m with the person I want to be with.”

That produced a smile from Roy and they kissed again, before settling back in their chairs.

“How’s work coming on the new office?” Lee asked. He had one arm slung about Marshall, who leaned against him rather cozily.

“Pretty good,” Roy said. “We spend as much time there as we can. Plumbing’s all good, and the electrician brought everything up to code, added a few outlets for anything we might need. Melvyn authorized some new computer stuff for us. It’s going to be pretty cool, I think.”

Dustin was still just working part-time as Roy’s deputy, but he often ended up working extra just to be with Roy. He was happy with that. Burnham wasn’t a high crime place. Most of the trouble came from people passing through town on their way to somewhere else.

“You like being a deputy?” Marshall asked, as he raised his bottle to his lips.

“Hell yeah,” Dustin said enthusiastically. “Best job I’ve ever had.”

“Whatever happened to that guy who tried to rob the store you used to work at?” Marshall said.

They’d been all set to go to Tucker Falls just the week before to testify against Jordan, but at the last minute, they’d received a call from the prosecutor, telling them that wouldn’t be necessary. Jordan had copped a guilty plea, part of a plea bargain. He wouldn’t be getting out of jail anytime soon.

“He’s where he belongs,” Roy replied. “In prison.”

“Good to know. Things worked out pretty good, didn’t they?”

“Things have been better than good, they’re great,” Dustin said. “I sure appreciate you guys, and how nice you’ve been to me and everything. And Roy is the best…” A wave of emotion surged through Dustin, choking him up so he couldn’t speak. He’d never felt this strongly about anyone before, not in his entire life, the way he felt about Roy.

“Roy is the best,” Lee concurred. “And we think you’re pretty fine yourself, Dustin.” He raised his bottle of beer. “To two of the best guys I know, and to many more years of friendship.”

“To friendship,” Marshall echoed, lifting his own bottle.

Dustin and Roy repeated their sentiments, and all four men solemnly clinked their glasses together.

to be continued

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Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #58 (13.6)

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In this week's episode of The Sheriff, the lovemaking continues. These two have come a long way. Don't you think they deserve a happy ending? See what's going on with them, their tale is almost told. Then visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #58 (13.6)

Dustin gripped Roy’s cock to use for guidance. He raised his ass just above it until he could feel the cockhead nestle against his opening, then slowly and deliberately lowered himself onto all that glorious heat. Roy’s moan of pleasure was gratifying, but he refused to hurry, trying to prolong this moment. Once he was fully seated, with Roy completely sheathed within him, he stilled his movements, enjoying the sensation of being filled with Roy.

“Like that, do you?” Roy gently stroked Dustin’s inner thighs

“I could sit here all day,” Dustin confessed. “You feel so good.”

“I could too,” Roy admitted.  “‘Course we wouldn’t get much work done.”

“I think I could live with that. At least once in a while.” Dustin leaned down and Roy tilted up and their mouths met in the middle, softly at first, then with a growing urgency. Dustin ground against Roy’s groin, producing more groans from Roy.

To his surprise, Roy’s tongue pressed against Dustin’s lips, demanding entrance. He parted his lips and felt it slip inside. Dustin met it with his own tongue, exploring, licking, sucking. If he’d ever wondered how Roy would handle a male lover, he had no doubts about him now. Roy was a natural, and he showed no hesitation about touching Dustin in any way.

As they kissed, Dustin began to move, impaling himself as deeply as he could on Roy’s cock. He’d always liked sex before, but with Roy, this was something different, something better. Was this what people meant when they said making love was more than just having sex? If so, he wanted to keep on loving Roy forever.

Wanting to try a slightly different angle, he leaned back, breaking the kiss as he took Roy’s hands in his own, lacing their fingers. He could raise and lower himself better this way, using Roy’s grip as leverage.  And, if he angled just right, he might just reach…. Ah, there it was. When Roy touched his prostate, he cried out softly. The second time, he arched his back and moaned more loudly. At the third time, he full out screamed. Had anyone ever died from too much of a good thing?

Every nerve ending in Dustin’s ass tingled in the most pleasurable way. He began to speed up, increasing the friction between them as he bounced up and down on Roy’s dick. His own cock ached, but that could wait. Right now, he wanted to simply be fucked by Roy until he couldn’t walk straight.

“God, Dustin, keep that up and I’m gonna come,” Roy moaned.

“That’s what I was aiming for,” Dustin said, deliberately moving faster, watching the play of emotions across Roy’s face. He couldn’t believe he was bringing that out in Roy, and he liked it. 

“C’mon, Roy, come for me, sweetheart. Fill me good.” The term of endearment slipped out naturally. Even though he wasn’t one for such expressions, with Roy it felt right.

“I aim to,” Roy responded.

Dustin felt Roy tense beneath him, and he knew it was happening, so he intensified his movements, watching Roy’s mouth fall open in a silent scream, his eyes glazed over with lust as he arched his back. Dustin held on tightly. He felt Roy’s cock spasm inside of him, felt a warm wetness cascading inside of him. He’d hoped to hold out longer, but Roy’s orgasm triggered his own, and he began to come in long spurts over Roy’s chest.

Oh damn, so good.

Breathing heavily, he tried to hold Roy inside him for as long as he could, but gravity won out and he felt Roy’s softening cock slip out.

“C’mere you,” Roy beckoned, pulling him down on top of him. He kissed him passionately, stroking his back all the while. Dustin felt cum drip from his ass, and his own spunk decorated both their chests, but he didn’t care.

“Ready to get some sleep now, tiger?” Roy asked. “And I have to warn you, you can’t use being fucked by your boss as an excuse not to go to work.” He chuckled softly, even as Dustin warmed inside.

“If going to work means being with you, then I don’t want to make any excuses.” He yawned loudly.

“And don’t think you can wear me out so easily. I have stamina you haven’t even seen yet.”

“I’m sure you do, but right now we should get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow. Soon as we wash up first.”

Dustin protested that he didn’t want to move, but Roy insisted, and once they were both clean, they settled beneath the covers once more, Dustin’s head on Roy’s chest. Roy ruffled his hair softly.

“Love you, Roy,” Dustin murmured sleepily, despite his protestations to the contrary.

“Love you too,” was the last thing Dustin heard before sleep claimed him.

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Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The SHeriff #57 (13.5)

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Looks like everything's coming up roses for Dustin and Roy. They've gone from virtual strangers to unexpected partners to lovers in the blink  of an eye, and now they are going to be roommates and workmates as well! See what's happening in this week's episode of The Sheriff!  Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them!  Their links follow my tale!

The Sheriff #57 (13.5)

Roy’s life had taken a complete one-eighty—and he couldn’t be happier about it. He’d begun to think he would never find someone to love, to have what Lee and Marshall had. And then, out of nowhere, when he wasn’t looking, it happened.  The trouble was he’d been searching for Miss Right all this time when it was actually Mr. Right, in the guise of Dustin Johnson.  If someone had suggested to Roy just a few months ago that he could fall in love with a man, he’d have laughed and said that wasn’t him, not that he had anything against the idea of two men being together. And yet just look at him now. He was with another man, and loving it.

He guessed the right person made all the difference, and gender didn’t really matter.

He loved the way Dustin felt, the way he looked, the way his eyes lit up when he was excited. His sense of humor, his intelligence. In some ways, he acted wise beyond his years, a lot like Marshall. In other ways, he seemed immature. But Roy had noticed that was changing. He could still remember when Marshall had been something of a handful himself, but he’d grown out of it. Guess Roy and Lee had more in common than he’d realized.

He slid his hands beneath Dustin, grasping each cheek as he rubbed against him in earnest. That felt damn good, but he wanted more than that, and he suspected Dustin did too.

He teased Dustin’s hole with one finger,  sliding it in out quickly, eliciting a long moan, before he removed both hands entirely, and Dustin groaned in dismay.

“Why’d you stop? I liked that.”

“Me too,” Roy admitted, “but I want to change positions. You on top. Plus I have something in mind you’ll like even better.” He knew from experience that having a partner on top gave the other person added pleasure and better control. He wanted to experience that with Dustin… and a whole lot more, besides.

Not waiting for a response, Roy rolled onto his back, holding onto Dustin so he wouldn’t slide off.

“You wanna slick me up?” Roy gestured toward the drawer where he kept the lube.

“Hell yeah. You know I do.” Dustin leaned toward the drawer without climbing off of Roy. He stretched his arm as far as he could in order to reach the lube, but it wasn’t quite enough. “Scoot over just a touch,” he instructed Roy, who was glad to obey. Dustin snagged the tube from the drawer with a triumphant cry and settled back on top of Roy.

Before opening the cap, he rubbed Roy’s bare cock reverently. “Damn, you’re wet already,” he commented.

Roy palmed Dustin’s cock and had to grin. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”

“You’re not,” Dustin agreed. He opened the tube and squeezed some onto his palm before applying it to Roy. 

“What about you?” Roy asked. “Need me to prepare you?”

“I’m ready now,” Dustin said. “I can tell.” He tossed the lube onto the table, but overestimated the distance and it slid off, onto the floor. “I’ll get it later. Right now, I just want to ride you.”

Roy had never heard it put quite like that, but he liked the sound of it. “Climb aboard, cowboy,” he said.

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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #56 (13.4)

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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.

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Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #55 (13.3)

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The Sheriff #55 (13.3)

They decided to go back later to get Dustin’s stuff. Right now, they had more urgent needs to take care of, now that Jordan was safely out of the way. Hopefully, forever.  Now they were going home. Together.

Dustin still couldn’t believe Roy had actually asked him to move in with him. No one had ever done that before, other than his cousin Denver. And that wasn’t comparable, not at all. Things were looking up for Dustin, no doubt about it.

All the way back to Burnham, Dustin caressed Roy’s strong thigh, loving the feel of the lawman’s trousers against his hand and dreaming of feeling him naked on top of him again. Roy’s declaration kept ringing in his ears. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you.” If this was a dream, Dustin never wanted to wake up.

“Sounds like Harlan would like you to join his department,” Roy said. “I think he was really impressed with how you did handling this case. ‘Course, that’d be a long commute, back to Tucker Falls, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, it would be,” Dustin agreed. The next moment, his heart plunged. Shit, what had he been thinking? He couldn’t afford such a long commute for any job, much less that shitty one. So how was he going to pay Roy his share of rent and utilities and food? He must have been a fool to think things were finally going to work out for him. Always something, wasn’t there?

He fell silent, and his hand stilled, as he stared glumly out the front windshield, not actually seeing anything of the scenery they passed. He doubted he’d have a job at the computer store either, once they found out about what almost happened, and his part in it. He’d be judged on his association with Jordan, no doubt, and that would be that.

It had been a nice dream while it lasted.

“What’s the matter?” Roy asked.

Dustin swallowed the lump in his throat that threatened to choke him. “Nothing,” he said, although he didn’t sound at all convincing, even to himself.

Roy didn’t reply immediately. They drove a few miles in silence. Then, suddenly, Roy pulled off onto the side of the road, and put the truck into park.

“Something wrong?” Dustin asked. “We got a flat or something?” He hadn’t felt anything or heard anything. Didn’t mean it hadn’t happened.

“You tell me,” Roy said.

Dustin tried to turn away but Roy stopped him. He pressed one hand against Dustin’s cheek, locking eyes with him.

“Look, you’re not committed to moving in with me. If you’ve changed your mind, just say so. I won’t be mad.”

Oh God, why was Roy always so nice to him? “It’s not that, not that at all,” Dustin tried to reassure him. “I do want to live with you, I swear it.”


“But I doubt I have a job any more. Plus like you said, that’s a long commute. And if I’m not working, how can I pay my share of the bills?” He didn’t want to leech off of Roy, he wanted to be equal with him, as much as he could. It wouldn’t be fair to expect Roy to support him.

“What about going to work for Harlan? That has to pay better than the computer store,” Roy suggested.

Dustin wasn’t sure how to reply to that, but finally decided that he needed to be honest with Roy in all things. “I’d rather work with you,” he blurted out.

Roy began to smile, although Dustin had no idea why he should look so happy.

“Did you forget what the mayor said about me getting a deputy? I was kind of hoping that would be you. It would only be part time at first, but it’s a start. I just thought you’d rather work in Tucker Falls. It’s a bigger department and all.”

“I don’t care, I’d rather be your part time deputy than his full time,” Dustin said sincerely. “I just don’t think that’ll be good enough to carry my weight with bills and such…”

“Don’t you worry about that,” Roy said. “I told you. I’m not looking for a roommate. I want us to live together. There’s a difference. We’ll figure out the bills. What’s important is being together, spending time together. That’s selfishness on my part. If you aren’t working an hour away, then we’ll see each other more often. Especially if you’re working with me. What do you think?”

“I think you’re an amazing man, is what I think. If it’s okay with your mayor, I’d love to be your deputy.”

Roy kissed him softly. “Then that’s what we’ll do,” he said. He started the truck once more and got back on the highway.

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Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #54 (13.2)

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It looks like things have just gotten better for Roy and Dustin, what with Jordan being caught and taken off to jail. But what does this mean? Are they over now? See what's happening in this week's episode 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 #54 (13.2)

The ordeal was finally over. Jordan and his little friends were safely locked up where they couldn’t hurt anyone, particularly Dustin. Harlan had assured Roy that bail would be set high, once he made his report to the judge. With his accomplices already having rolled on their friend in order to reduce their own sentences, Jordan would be going away for quite some time.

They’d driven to the police department to see if Harlan needed them for anything. Jordan didn’t look quite so self-assured now. In fact, the pretty boy looked downright scared, as the reality of what he was facing hit him. He sat beside a deputy’s desk, handcuffed, while the deputy typed up arrest papers. As Dustin and Roy walked past, on the way to Harlan’s office, Jordan cleared his throat, as if he had something to say to Dustin.

“Hey, Dusty…”

 Roy tensed, but Dustin didn’t even look Jordan’s way, and the moment passed.

They made their reports to Harlan who then them to go home, get some rest, he’d call them if he needed them. Roy was more than happy to do just that. They headed outside. Dustin pulled out his phone and called Denver to let him know it was safe for him to go back to the apartment if he wanted. Now, only one question remained. Roy didn’t want to ask, but he felt compelled to do so, now that the immediate threat was over.

“Would you like… do you want me to drop you off at your place?” He thought he managed to keep his voice fairly level, not betraying any of the turmoil his question raised inside him. He didn’t want Dustin to go, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to try to force him into anything he didn’t want to do, either. It was completely up to him.

When Dustin didn’t answer immediately, Roy raised his eyes to meet his, gripped by a feeling of apprehension.

“You mean instead of going to Rye’s place, with Denver?” Dustin said, almost like he was trying to feel Roy out or something.

“I mean instead of coming home with me,” Roy said bluntly.

“I want to be with you, Roy,” Dustin said without hesitation. “As long as you’ll have me.”

Roy circled Dustin in his arms and kissed him softly. “What if I said forever?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I’d like you to move in with me. Permanently. “

The look in Dustin’s eyes was incredulous. “Sheriff Landry, are you asking me to live with you? Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Roy affirmed. “As long as you want to stay. Or until you get tired of me. But I want to get something straight first.”

Dustin took a deep breath. “Okay, what’s that?”

“I’m not looking for a roommate. I want to share my life with you, Dustin. I want to be with you.” He gently stroked Dustin’s cheek, locking eyes with him. “This isn’t just about sex, although that’s great. I enjoy your company, I like talking to you. I think you’re a great guy, and I think I’ve fallen in love with you. If that all sounds good to you, then I hope you’ll accept my offer and move in.”

Roy wasn’t sure what Dustin’s reaction would be. He’d heard Dustin’s heartfelt confession earlier, just hadn’t had a chance to respond. This was his response. But if Dustin didn’t want him exclusively… well, then no hard feelings, he would be moving on.

As all these thoughts churned through Roy’s mind, Dustin solved the question by wrapping his arms around Roy and pressing their lips together. When they finally came up for air, Dustin said, “There’s nothing in the world I’d rather do than be with you, Roy.” He rubbed himself against Roy. There was no mistaking what he wanted…the same thing Roy did.

“Then let’s go home,” Roy said, his voice husky with emotion and desire.

to be continued

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