Chapter 7 #2
Allen was there like he always was, leaning against the counter, a scrub cloth in his hand and the steam of something cooking in the air. His freckled cheeks were speckled with flour, and
I couldn’t help but feel the warmth in my chest thaw the usual chill. I knew him well enough to know he’d noticed the exact moment I walked in, but he was giving me space to be the one to start a conversation.
He looked at me once through his thick lashes and strawberry-kissed hair, then again when he thought I wasn’t watching him.
“Still alive,” I said finally. “Kept my promise again. Day was fine.”
He gave me that look. The one that said I was exhausting, but he still loved me enough to deal.
“This is your version of fine?” he asked, addressing my attire. “What happened, baby?”
I thought I had washed off the blood, but maybe I’d forgotten in the rush of the promotion.
I shrugged anyway and leaned against the counter opposite him. “Got promoted.”
That stopped him from peppering me with questions.
His posture shifted slightly, and his attention sharpened in a different way now, while a smile cracked his face.
“Wait—seriously?” he asked.
“Sergeant,” I said, shrugging.
Simple.
Final.
I watched my words land in his eyes, and the light took my breath away.
I watched his expression change in real time, and the emotions flip. It was not exactly a ‘surprise,’ more like he was adjusting to the idea of me being slightly heavier than I was yesterday, and happy about the general fact that I was moving up.
“You didn’t say anything,” he added.
“Didn’t need to,” I said.
Some silence passed, and then his voice softened a little. “I’m proud of you, Hollis.”
I scoffed immediately out of reflex. Old habit, and easier than sitting with it.
“Don’t start,” I muttered, shaking him off, but it didn’t land the same here. Not in this space.
Not with him standing close enough that I didn’t have to perform anything.
He smiled slightly. “You act like that doesn’t matter, but it truly does. I am so fucking proud of you, my sweet boy. Congratulations.”
I looked at him then.
Really looked.
Not like I looked at people at work. Not assessing. Not measuring threat, compliance, or intent.
Just…looked at him.
That was always the problem with Allen. He didn’t ask for anything I didn’t already give when no one else was watching.
My hand came up before I’d decided against it, settling at the back of his neck where it belonged. My grip was firm and controlled. Familiar, but gentle, and not as rough as I craved. Allen was fragile. I couldn’t break him.
I’d have nothing left.
“Careful,” I said quietly, my cock already thickening at the flush on his cheeks. “You know how I like your praise.”
He didn’t move away and didn’t hesitate to accept my harsh kiss.
That alone said enough.
His moans slipped into my mouth, and I let the sound guide my hand to his crotch, pulling his cock out of his scrub pants and giving it some pulls.
“You make me crazy, you crazy cop.”
I grinned at that and stroked him harder.
“Good.”
My knees were used to the bite of the ground, and it was a ritual of ours. I fell to the floor and took his thickness in my mouth, getting him nice and hard for my ass.
“Mmm fuck. Fuck me, Allen. I need this cock.”
The masks slipped little by little when he kissed my back, getting behind me and bending me over the countertop.
It was always a thrill and a rush of fear, waiting to be impaled by that thing between his legs.
“Fucking do it.” I barked, feeling the length of him press up against me through my pants. “I can’t handle this tease. Fucking do it.”
Allen laughed and continued the light trail of kisses down my back as he stripped me of my clothes.
I hated being naked. Nothing felt more vulnerable, but I had to do it for him.
Gritting my teeth, I watched my pants and shirt fall to my feet. I couldn’t see him, but when I looked between my legs, I could see his cock bouncing behind me, even as his fingers started roughly to work me open.
“Allen. Fuck.”
Finally, his thick head was right there where I needed it. I groaned and held onto the sides of the counter.
“Take this, my sweet boy. Take this cock.”
Yes, yes, yes.
“Fuck!”
I couldn’t shut my whore mouth when he slammed into me with his spit coating my hole.
“Does my sweet boy like it?”
I grunted a response. I couldn’t admit to liking it. Hell, I’d die denying I ever took dick like this. But to Allen, I could tell him whatever he needed.
His speed increased, and the tightness did too. I was ready to spill over the floor.
“Tell me, you dirty boy. Tell me how bad you are.”
I paused a little before I could focus on his words.
Why is he talking like that?
“Uh. Yeah,” I said, but it came out a cough.
Focusing on the sensations alone and not the weird dirty talk, I pushed my ass harder onto his cock, letting the pain guide my orgasm.
My version of coming was just…a quick moment of feeling some form of release.
I craved that feeling. It was all I had.
After he blew his load onto my back, I straightened my body and grabbed a paper towel to wipe myself down.
Allen was already fussing over the dish that was cooking.
“You okay?” he asked, slowing his breathing.
“Yeah.” I said, “how bout you?”
Allen nodded, looking puzzled, but I ignored it, grabbed my clothes from the floor, and headed upstairs to shower.
Time to wash the encounter away and pretend it didn’t happen, just for another day to prove it would happen again.
My board, set up in a spare room Allen had allotted to me, on my way to the bathroom, shone back at me.
So many missing men.
I wouldn’t let them go.
They’d be found.
If it was the last thing I did, I would fucking find every last one of them.
And then maybe…
I could find my twin brother.