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Mike Hunt

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Every part of me tingled with pleasure as he moved inside me. His chest was heated against my back. His arm wrapped around my hip from behind and his hand stroked my hard on. Hips lips were moist against my neck. His breath was hot. The little grunts he made as he moved in and out sent shivers down my spine.

One of my hands supported me against the headboard of his bed, the other reached behind me to grab the back of his head. I moaned loudly as the euphoria spiked through me. He licked the back of my neck on top of my spine. He hit that spot inside me that made me tremble.

His face came to mind. The beautiful dark hair, the tanned skin, his lips, his brown eyes that showed kindness and wisdom, the five o'clock shadow that always seemed to be present and gave him that sexy look like he just got out of bed.

I called out his name as I released on the headboard. "Tony."

A few more thrusts and he came inside me. He pulled out and the bed bounced as he collapsed on it. I didn't look at him as I slid off the bed and pulled on my green boxers.

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"My neighbors think I have a boyfriend named Tony and he fu-"

I gave him a pointed look. He sprawled out on his bed naked and glistening. He smirked at me.

"Fine," he said. I looked away and pulled up my pants. "They think my boyfriend named Tony bangs me so hard that I can't help but scream out his name every time he comes over."

I pulled my t-shirt on over my head.

"It's a good thing my brother never visits," he said, "or they might think I have a serious brother complex."

I threw one of the pillows at him that had spilled onto the floor during our escapades.

He laughed and I turned away from him as I searched his studio apartment for my shoes.

He rolled off his bed and followed me, but didn't bother to get dressed. "Seriously, Mikey, my brother is straight and happily married. He's never going to love you."

"I know!" I practically shouted as I turned to face him. I hadn't meant for my voice to get that loud. I needed to be more careful. Especially if his neighbors were going to be nosey. "I know," I said quieter and looked at the floor. "You don't need to tell me, Eddie." One of my shoes was near his entertainment center.

"Don't call me Eddie," he said. "It's Eduardo."

"If you can call me Mikey, I can call you Eddie," I said. "I've been calling you that since we were four. I'm not going to stop now." I slipped on my shoe and began my search for the other one.

"You want to talk about what's bothering you?" he asked still not bothering to get dressed. He could at least put on his boxers.

"No," I said.

"You can't tell your best friend what's bothering you?" he asked. "We are still friends aren't we?"

I paused when I noticed my other shoe near a pile of clothes. A pile of new, expensive clothes that still had the security tags on them. How had I not noticed that earlier? Because I only visited Eddie with one thing on my mind. "Look, Eddie," I said as I slipped on my other shoe and refused to look at him. "I came here to get my brains pounded out so I could forget. Mission accomplished. That's all I need from you."

I didn't want to remember the dead children I had seen in that car crash earlier in the day when I was still on duty. I didn't want to remember the way the big rig truck driver sobbed. I didn't want to remember the bloody mother and the one remaining live child as the medical helicopter landed on the freeway to airlift them to the hospital. I wasn't even sure if they had survived that flight. I didn't want to remember the little girl's blood on my hands as I tried to give her CPR while waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

But it was too late now. Because of Eddie's question I remembered everything.

"I'm a cop," I said. "Can't you at least hide your illegal activities before I come here." I threw one of the shirts at him.

"You think these were stolen? These were all purchased legally, Mikey. I swear. The store must have forgot to take the security tags off."

I rolled my eyes and brushed passed him. My shoulder hit his hard in the process, but I didn't care.

"Okay," Eddie said as he grabbed my arm. "I'm sorry. But it's not like you give me any warning. You just show up and expect me to bang you. And then you leave immediately after. That's the only time I ever see you anymore. I'm seriously asking, are we not even friends anymore? What am I to you?"

"You're a bad addiction I can't get rid of," I said matter of factly. A part deep inside me regretted it when I saw the hurt flash behind his stoic expression. But I'd already had enough pain for one day. More than enough for a lifetime. I couldn't handle his too. I tore my arm from his grasp and walked to his door.

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"Fine," he said and grabbed my arm when I opened the door. He wasn't embarrassed at all that I had the door open and he was standing there naked for anyone to see. "I can handle it. I know my role and I'm fine with it. You come over when you need to forget and I'll fu...bang your brains out."

I nodded because that was the only relationship I could handle with the man who was once my best friend but was now a criminal in a gang. "Seriously, though, don't bring your criminal activities home. I'm a cop, Eddie. I can't see this stuff and just turn a blind eye. This is why your brother never visits you."

"Okay," he said. "You won't see something like this again," he said.

I turned to leave, but he didn't let go of my arm. "Can I at least have a goodbye kiss," he said.

"I don't kiss," I said.

He smirked. There were times when I could see similarities to his brother, but this was not one of those times. Tony would never smirk like that.

"That's not exactly true," he said. "You do kiss sometimes. Just close your eyes and pretend I'm my brother just like those other times."

I should have said no and just walked away, but I hesitated. He reached up and gently closed my eyes. At that moment, I should have stepped away, but I didn't. His lips touched mine. I pictured Tony again - his face, his lips, his softness, his heat - and I let myself go. I kissed him back. Our lips melted together in ecstacy. His tongue snaked its way into my mouth and I reveled in the moment as Tony's tongue swirled with mine. And then he pulled away and I slowly opened my eyes to meet Eddie's.

I turned to leave.

"Until next time," Eddie called after me and then the door shut. I went to my car parked underneath the streetlight that lit against the dark sky.

I got in the car, but before I started the engine, I checked my phone. I had a missed call from Tony. He hadn't left a message and no one else had tried to contact me so it couldn't have been an emergency. I immediately called him.

"Hey, Mikey," he said in a chipper voice that told me he had been drinking.

"Hi," I said. "What's going on?"

"The guys and I are at Joe's Bar. Come over and have a drink."

I shouldn't. I really shouldn't. Especially if Tony got so drunk he wanted to crash at my place again. My apartment was only a block away from Joe's Bar and easily within walking distance.

"Okay," my heart said clearly not listening to my brain. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"He's coming," he said to the other guys and I heard their drunken cheers.

I drove home and parked at my apartment complex. Stars twinkled down at me as I walked to Joe's Bar, but only a few. The light pollution made it impossible to see all of them.

As soon as I opened the door of the bar, I could hear Tony and the rest of my fellow co-workers raucous laughter. They were in a corner of the bar. I nodded a greeting to Emir behind the bar. He reciprocated with a little head nod of his own.

I pulled up a chair and scooted between Tony and John.

"Where've you been, kid?" Roscoe asked me.

I tried not to let it bother me that he called me kid. I was only four years younger than him. "I was at home," I lied. No one knew about me and Eddie and no one could ever know. Not ever.

"Then why didn't you answer earlier?" Oscar asked.

"I was watching a movie. I guess I had the sound turned up too high. Sorry."

John poured me a glass of beer from the large pitcher in the middle of the table. I drank it while the others laughed and talked. They had been here awhile. They were all too drunk already. I looked at each of their faces hoping one of them was sober who would be able to take the rest home, but that wasn't the case.

"There isn't a designated driver tonight?" I asked after I finished my first glass of beer.

Oscar snorted. "Why do we need a designated driver when we can just crash at your place."

Right. Of course. I should have known that was the real reason they invited me. I finished my second glass of beer when John's head dropped heavily onto the table. Tony laughed at him.

Emir indicated from behind the bar that it was time for me to take them out of there.

"Time to go," I said to them.

"You're a great kid," Roscoe slurred to me while I helped John to his feet. "You deserve someone who is going to treat you right. Not an evil bitch that is just going to nag you every night to get a promotion and make more money and spend more time with her family. Like I have extra time. I said, 'Grace, your family treats me like shit. I get enough of that on the job. I'm not going to your parent's house.'"

"You sound like a real winner," Oscar laughed.

"Cut it out with the swearing," Tony said. "Mikey doesn't like it." He rubbed my hair and I froze. For one, Tony didn't usually call me Mikey. It sounded much too intimate. And two, his touch sent shivers down my spine.

I put John's arm over my shoulder and started to drag him to the door. He did manage to put one foot in front of the other, but he staggered and would have fallen if I didn't hold him up. "I'll call you guys a cab," I said.

"No," Roscoe said. "We're sleeping at your place tonight. I'm not going to go home just to get yelled at."

"You can't crash at my place just because you don't want to face your wife," I said.

"Come on, Mike," Tony said. "It's just one night. Please." And he gave me those big, brown puppy dog eyes.

No because what if I make a mistake and kiss you. What if I show on my face that I love you. No because having you in my apartment when I can't touch you is torture.

"Okay," I said.

"Yes," Tony said with that bright smile that warmed my heart and cut my insides at the same time. He went to the other side of John and helped me carry him down the sidewalk to my apartment. Oscar started to sing much too loudly in the quiet of the night. Roscoe joined him, but we made it to my apartment without incident.

We propped John on my loveseat. Oscar collapsed on my recliner and reclined it as far as it would go. His eyes were already closed. Roscoe just sprawled out on the floor.

Tony put his hand on my arm. "Thanks, Mike," he said, "Officer Hunt," and he laughed, but I hated it because I didn't want to be reminded that he would never see me as anything other than a co-worker and his little brother's friend.

"Thanks Detective Garcia," I said mainly to remind myself that he was off limits.

"You deserve the best guy in the world and I hope you find him," Tony said. "But when you do, please let us continue to crash here." He collapsed on my couch and kicked his shoes off.

"That's right," Roscoe laughed. He used his arms as a pillow. "I forgot that you're gay. Text my wife and tell her I'm staying here for the night. You're the best, Mike."

"Call mine too for me," Tony said. His eyes were already closed. John was snoring.

"Ditto," Oscar said.

I went into my bedroom. I sent a group text to their wives telling them they were crashing at my place again. It wasn't the first group text I sent and it wouldn't be the last.

I grabbed comfortable clothes to wear to bed and went back out to go to the bathroom. I passed through the living room on my way. Everyone was in a deep sleep. They would be until morning with how drunk they were. My legs wouldn't move as my eyes lingered on Tony. He was wise, strong, had a sense of justice. I became a cop because he did. He was everything. I was getting hard.

I turned away from him and went into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and got into the shower. My thoughts went back to earlier that night at Eddie's house. I imaged Tony kissing me, touching me, inside me, just as I had earlier that evening. Every moment with Eddie was really with Tony. Even if it wasn't real. I jerked off in the shower to the faux memory of Tony inside me.