Chan can't believe he actually ran into the sexy state trooper from that morning, and the trooper, whose name is Evan, is interested in him too! Not only that, but apparently they are going to indulge in some role play. Who knows where this will lead? 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!
Chan maintained a discreet distance behind Evan, to
avoid giving the impression that they were leaving together. Not that he really
believed anyone was paying attention to what they were doing. And not like
other men didn’t do exactly this same thing on a regular basis. After all,
Partners was famous for being a place for people, particularly gay men, to hook
up with one another.
Still, doing so added to the illusion of the role
play which they were apparently engaging in. Chan shivered in anticipation. He’d
never done anything like this before, had never even considered the
possibility. But right now it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world
for him to be doing.
Only belatedly did it occur to him that he didn’t
know what kind of car Evan drove. All he’d seen was the official trooper
vehicle which had pulled him over. What if he couldn’t find Evan among all the
other cars in the parking lot, and he lost this once in a lifetime opportunity?
As he exited the club, he felt the beginnings of panic engulf him. His heart was
racing , and his mouth had suddenly gone
dry. He scanned the parking lot anxiously. If nothing else, Evan’s height would
be a dead giveaway, right?
Chan almost cried in relief when he spotted the
police cruiser parked in close proximity to the building. How he’d missed that
on his way in, he didn’t know. Maybe because his mind had been on other things?
Evan stood just beside the vehicle, obviously waiting for him. Chan hastened
his steps.
Did he imagine it, or did he see a small smile flash
across Evan’s lips at his approach? Perhaps it was just an illusion. A figment
of his hopeful imagination.
“Where are you parked?” the other man asked.
“Toward the back of the lot.” Chan gestured vaguely
behind him. “Near a light.” Better safe than sorry was his motto.
“Head for home,” Evan directed him.
Disappointment flared through Chan at this apparent
dismissal, until he realized this was all part of the game. Of course. He
nodded his understanding, asked no questions then immediately turned to obey.
Part of him wanted to glance behind him, to search for the look of approval
which surely would be there. But common sense told him that would not be the
right thing to do. Obedience was what he needed to offer right now. Hopefully
the rest would follow in good time. Looking straight ahead, he strode with
determined steps toward his car. Evan would be behind him, of that he had no
doubt.
Exiting the parking lot, he saw no sign of Evan
behind him, no matter how many times he checked his rearview mirror. Perhaps
he’d mistaken the trooper’s words, misinterpreted his directions. But no, that
couldn’t be. Determined to keep playing the game, Chan merged onto the highway
toward home. Not like he didn’t have to go that way anyway. He’d just hoped he
wouldn’t be making the trip solo.
Chan was maybe halfway home and so completely caught
up in his own thoughts and daydreams that the sound of the siren behind him
startled him. Shit, what now?
Then the realization struck him—this was just what
was supposed to happen, of course. What they had talked about. A surge of
confidence renewed his flagging spirits. He made sure to signal before he
pulled over, slid the car into park, turned off the engine, and waited in
excited anticipation.
Moments later, Evan’s car had halted at an angle in
front of him, lights flashing, siren now silent. It occurred to Chan, somewhat
belatedly, they hadn’t exactly discussed what would happen when Evan pulled him
over. The thought made the encounter all the more exciting.
He rolled down his window, breathing in the scent of
honeysuckle that rose from bushes along the roadside. The peaceful night was
broken only by the chirr of katydids, and the occasion vroom from a passing
motorist. He laid his arm along the window frame, tapping his fingers against
the side of the car before he decided that looked too casual, so he drew it in
again and clutched the steering wheel instead.
Look
normal. Act normal, he admonished himself.
The slam of a car door echoed loudly. Evan stood
beside his cruiser for just a moment. He adjusted his cap before his hands fell
to his holster, as if by reflex, before making his way to Chan’s car. Chan’s
heart beat faster at the sight.
“Are you aware how fast you were going?”
Chan thrilled at the very same words he’d heard just
that morning before realizing the question called for an answer. To be honest,
he had paid no attention to the speedometer, already knowing he would be pulled
over regardless of what it said.
“I was speeding, I ‘m sorry,” Chan apologized, even
as Even leaned down into the window, so close he could smell whatever
aftershave he wore, feel his warm breath. Goose bumps pimpled Chan’s flesh.
“And you think an apology is sufficient?” Evan asked
almost belligerently. “Say you’re sorry and I’ll let you off, just like that?”
“No, sir,” Chan immediately replied. “I never
thought that at all. I… I just wanted you to know it wasn’t deliberate.
Speeding, I mean.”
“I could write you a ticket, of course,” Evan
considered thoughtfully, just before licking his lips with intent.
Chan restrained a moan at the sight. “Of course you
could,” he agreed. “But perhaps there is something I can say… or do… that would
help plead my case?” He wasn’t sure those were the words he meant to use, but
Evan seemed satisfied with them. Chan wondered if the trooper had ever done
this before, but pushed the thought aside. That didn’t matter right now.
“Perhaps there is,” Evan said just before he kissed
him.
to be continued
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