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Adam glanced up into his rear view mirror as the gravel crunched behind him, a pair of headlights illuminating the interior of his car. The unmistakable outline of the light bar on top of the police cruiser momentarily made his spine twitch, even as he calmly told himself he had absolutely nothing for which to feel guilty. It was just that gut reaction that pretty much everyone experienced seeing a cop anywhere in the vicinity of their vehicle.

Undoing his seat belt, he turned off the ignition and popped the door latch, stepping out of the car. The cruiser's headlights were still on, and the cop was still inside, so it was hard to make out a face against the glare. Jerk, Adam thought to himself as he raised a hand up to shield his eyes from the bright light.

He heard the sound of the cruiser door opening, and just barely made out the silhouette of the officer as he exited the vehicle. Trooper, he corrected himself, as he noted the curves of that ridiculous hat they all seemed to wear.

"Sir, would you mind stepping over to the vehicle, please." The words implied a question, but the tone was all statement, and Adam's feet began to comply before he had really even comprehended what was going on.

Do you think you could maybe turn down the bright ass lights, asshole, Adam groused in the quiet of his own mind. The Trooper was still standing next to the open door of the cruiser, beyond the halo of light, and Adam squinted as he approached, trying to make out any features at all. The voice he'd heard over the sound of the engine was male, but beyond that it was hard to tell.

Adam paused as he came around the front fender of the car and stepped out of the sweep of the headlights. It was a relief to be out of the glare, but he was just as blind as before while waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He brought his hand up to rub at his eyes—then jerked as an iron grip grasped his wrist and he felt the hard, cold touch of a pair of handcuffs snap closed.

Adam barked out a sound of surprise as he was physically spun around and wedged up against the police cruiser, the other cuff snapping closed on his left wrist.

"What the hell?!" Adam's mind reeled with questions, the warmth of the cruiser's engine vibrating beneath him. He jerked, trying to turn around, but a solid—and very muscled, very male—leg stepped between his, the Trooper's hip pressed hard against his ass to pin him down. Adam inhaled sharply, fantasies about men in uniform instantly kicking off in the playground of his mind. Groaning softly, his forehead fell forward to rest of the hood of the car as he relaxed under the firm hold of the Trooper; it definitely wouldn't do to add a charge for resisting arrest—especially not when he'd then have to explain the raging hard-on that was struggling valiantly against the constriction of his jeans.

Adam took a deep breath in and let it out.

"You going to tell me what this is all about?"

The Trooper's hands slowly relaxed their hold on his arms, and Adam squeezed his eyes shut at the creak of leather. Gloves. The man was wearing gloves. Could it get any worse? Adam was pretty sure he was already hard enough to cut glass, and the gloves just upped the ante that much more. At this rate, his boyfriend was in for a hell of a ride whenever he made it into the house. Of course, that was as long as Adam wasn't going to jail for some mystery reason.

Adam's musings on the possible reasons behind this evening's misadventures came to a stuttering halt as the Trooper shifted his weight, curling his gloved hands around Adam's hips, his pelvis pressed directly up against Adam's ass. Despite his jeans and the material of the Trooper's breeches, it was absolutely in evidence that the Trooper was sporting one hell of an erection. Adam bit his lip against a whimper as the Trooper rubbed deliciously against him. He tried mightily, but Adam just couldn’t resist the urge to lean back into the touch, pressing as close as he could despite the awkward position.

The Trooper shifted again, further away this time, much to Adam's rising chagrin. At least, he was chagrined until he realized that there were gloved hands slipping underneath his waist, popping the button of his jeans and drawing the denim and his briefs down his legs.

Adam very nearly came on the spot as he felt the smooth slide of leather against his skin, gloved hands cupping his bared cheeks. Bent over the fender of the cruiser, he shuddered when one gloved hand gripped the short chain between the handcuffs and pressed down against the small of his back. He felt nearly as much as he heard the sound of a zipper being undone behind him, the rustle of cloth being rearranged.
A low moan issued from his lips as a gloved finger, slick with lubricant, slid up his crack, pressing against the sensitive flesh of his hole. The squirm he gave earned him a gentle swat on the left cheek, the sound of the leather sharp in the darkness.

Before Adam had a chance to complain, his thoughts were scattered again by the sensation of a blunt, thick cock rubbing down the length of his crack, pushing up against his tight entrance. "Please," he choked out, trying his damnedest to encourage the intrusion he hoped like hell was coming.

A gloved hand cupped his hip, drawing him back slightly as the Trooper's cock pressed into him excruciatingly slowly, continuing until he was sheathed to the hilt. Adam moaned long and loud and he thought he heard a rough sound from behind him, the fingers on his hip tightening. Unable to keep from moving, Adam shifted up on his toes and rocked back into the Trooper, taking his cock just a hair deeper.

That time, Adam was sure he heard a groan from behind him, but it was a thing quickly forgotten as the Trooper moved, sliding very nearly out of him only to slam himself back in. Adam made a keening sound of pleasure, his back arching as he begged, "Oh, god, please…"

From that point, any semblance of coherence devolved into slick hard heat and the sounds of flesh against flesh, throaty sounds of male pleasure echoing in the darkness.

Adam very nearly screamed as Trooper Hot Stuff reached around him to fist his aching cock in a cool, leather gloved hand. He jerked once and came hard against the fender of the cruiser, the shout behind him and a sensation of liquid warmth telling him his companion had found the same release.

Adam pressed his forehead to the cruiser as he tried to bring his breathing back to some semblance of regularity. He reached his hands over his head as the handcuffs were released from his wrists and stretched, pressing his palms against the fender to lever himself up. He smirked at the mess he'd made, both of the car and of himself before yanking his jeans back up. A quick shower would fix him up just fine. As for the car, he glanced over his shoulder to where the Trooper was tucking himself back into his uniform.

"You know, Jeremy—it's a damn good thing we live out in the middle of nowhere. If we didn't, the neighbors would have gotten one hell of a show." Adam walked around his car and started across the gravel driveway towards the front porch of the house, pulling his keys from his pocket to unlock the front door.

The Trooper—Jeremy—glanced up from under the brim of his hat and flashed a smoldering hot smirk at Adam, then leaned into the cruiser to turn off the ignition and kill the lights. He closed the cruiser's door and moved across the drive with the loose hipped swagger that had made Adam's mouth go dry the very first time they'd met. Even before he knew what Jeremy did for a day job.

"Think they'd have called the cops?"

Adam rolled his eyes, but he couldn't contain the grin. The next thought he drawled softly against Jeremy's lips as Jeremy stepped up onto the porch and pinned him up against the door.

"Actually, I was thinking you ought to bring the cruiser home more often."

Jeremy's bark of laughter cut off as Adam claimed his lips in a more proper welcome home kiss.