Having accidentally run into each other at Partners, the gay bar in Tucker Falls, Evan and Chan end up having a drink together. Evan just doesn't take no for an answer, but Chan isn't exactly complaining either. What's going on with them? See for yourself 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!
“Chan. I’ll remember that.” Evan nodded. His name was as exotic as the man himself. Their
hands were warm together, comfortably so. It was with great reluctance that Evan
finally withdrew his hand. “Are you from around here?”
“Oh yes, my parents were both born in this country,
and so were their parents,” Chan quickly replied. “Don’t worry. We aren’t
illegals, or anything.”
Evan understood his need to put that fact on the
table, what with immigration being such a touchy issue nowadays, and what with
Texas hosting so many immigrants, legal or otherwise. Still, he hadn’t wanted
to put Chan on the defensive. “No, no, that’s not what I meant. I just meant
here in Tucker Falls or somewhere else.”
Why was he pretending he didn’t already know the
answer to that question? Hell, he’d just run the man’s license this morning and
already had the address memorized. Or was he trying to seem less stalkerish by
letting Chan tell him where he lived, assuming he wanted the trooper to even
know?
“Oh, sorry.”
Damn, he was even more adorable when he blushed, his
golden skin adopting a rosy glow.
“I grew up in Tucker Falls,” Chan said. “With my
mother and stepfather, and my brothers and sister. I live in my own apartment
now, a little ways outside of town. I was coming from there this morning, on my
way to work when you…. When I….” His words trailed off.
When Evan pulled him over for speeding. Of course.
That highway was the one most used by daily commuters to go in and out of
Tucker Falls, the largest city in the area until you got to San Antonio. It was
also the route where Evan wrote the most speeding tickets. Except for this one,
of course.
Chan cleared his throat and began again. “I
appreciate you did not give me a ticket this morning,” he said, as if reading
Evan’s mind. “I assure you I do not usually go over the speed limit, I am a
very law abiding citizen, but this morning I was running late. I stopped to
help Mrs. Feinstein, and before I knew it, the time was slipping away from me
and I was afraid I would be late for work.”
Punctuality was an admirable trait, one Evan could
appreciate. He was very punctual himself, to the point of being early, and
tended to be critical of those who chose to arrive anywhere at the last
possible moment. He’d been accused of being very anal about his sense of time,
but he ignored such comments, the way he ignored most of the other things
people said about what they didn’t understand. He’d developed a thick skin in
order to endure a great deal of suffering when he was younger.
“As long as it doesn’t happen again,” Evan said,
suppressing a grin.
Chan quickly nodded his agreement.
“Unless, of course, you’re hoping I’ll pull you over again…”
*
* * *
Chan was caught by surprise at the trooper’s
comment, momentarily at a loss for words. While he had no desire to exceed the
speed limit for any reason, the thought of seeing Evan again—in full official
uniform and in all his dominating glory—was a very tempting one. One that would
provide a great deal of food for “thought” later. Just imagining them role
playing this morning’s scenario—the state trooper and the speeder—but with a
far different outcome was an extreme turn-on to him.
Before he could articulate any sort of response with
his recalcitrant tongue, Evan smiled, and Chan’s heart beat even faster at the
sight.
“I know you wouldn’t do that. Except maybe in
private.”
Chan was shocked. It was almost as if Evan had read
his mind. Or were they really just on the same wavelength?
He reached for his glass of ale and took a long hard drink to dampen his
suddenly dry throat.
“You are right,” he finally got out. “Most
definitely in private.”
Evan made no immediate reply. They continued to
drink in a companionable silence. Well, relatively silent. There were people
all around them, going about their lives. Chatting and laughing and having a
good time. But it was almost as if they didn’t exist. For right now, there was
only Chan and Evan, in this private world they were building by an unspoken
mutual consent.
They finished their drinks, and Chan was thinking
maybe he should offer to buy more, when suddenly Evan leaned across the table
toward him. Chan stopped breathing, all too aware of the other man’s proximity.
Was he going to kiss him? Right here and now? Did he want him to?
Was that even a serious question? Hell yes.
But apparently he’d only moved closer in order for
Chan to hear him better. “Meet me in the parking lot,” he said in that deep
tone of complete control Chan was growing to love.
Without another word, Evan rose, pushed back his
chair, and made his way across the bar toward the door, never looking back. As
if he knew what Chan would do… as if he trusted him to know what to do…
Chan rose without hesitation and followed in Evan’s
wake.
to be continued
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