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Genre: Gay Erotic Romance (M/M)
Published: March 8, 2016
Sawyer Crenshaw drew in a long breath and leaned back on his elbows. His T-shirt
lay crumpled in a ball beside him on the mattress and his jeans were open at the
front. He didn't bother to zip up his fly. In a few minutes he and Finn would
get back to where they'd been headed.
Who the hell got half-naked, kissed like they'd been doing a minute ago, and
then stopped before they got to the fucking? Something was seriously messed up
between them. Had been for a while.
Finn stood across the room. He had his back to the wall, his arms folded across
his bare chest. He sported a scowl that said everything Sawyer didn't want to
Or maybe he did. Maybe they needed to have this conversation. Get everything out
in the open. Finally. Before the incredible tension that had been building
between them for the past few months seeped into the job.
Not that either one of them would let that happen. They were damn good cops.
Both served on the department's SWAT team. They'd been friends since the day
Finn joined the unit, and as two of the team's few single guys with no kids--and
the only gay ones--they spent a lot of nights after work and weekends hanging
out at Sawyer's apartment or Finn's house, spending their time off watching
movies or lifting weights at the gym or working on one of Finn's many
Then eventually they devoted a lot of that time to simply fucking each other.
Although they hadn't slept together in far too long. Now they spent their
downtime watching retro TV, shit like those old '70s cops shows. They didn't
talk, didn't laugh at the stupid-ass crooks or the retro hairstyles they usually
mocked all through the show.
It was awkward and weird and completely fucked up.
From where he still lay on the bed, Sawyer threw Finn a smirk, knowing that
alone would piss him off. "You're mad at me."
Finn kept his hard gaze locked on Sawyer's chest. "I'm not mad."
"Screw that, Masters. You've been mad at me since the raid on that house on
Pickett. Like it was my fault."
"You got shot. Twice."
"I didn't ask the guy to shoot me."
Finn made eye contact for the first time since the kissing ended. "You might as
well have. You went at him like you had no training at all."
Sawyer sat up with a jolt. "Are you calling me a shitty cop?"
"No. I'm calling you a reckless one."
"I know you don't mean that." Sawyer sighed in frustration. It hadn't been his
abilities--or lack thereof--that had gotten him injured. It was the asshole
homeowner and his brother who'd fired on them as they were attempting to execute
a search warrant. He got off the bed. Slowly, like he might spook Finn if he
moved too fast, he went to stand in front of the younger man. "Just like I knew
in that house you'd have my back. Like always."
Finn met Sawyer's gaze again and snorted out a laugh. He didn't let up on the
tense posture, though. "You always think you know everything."
Sawyer let out his own terse laugh before he returned to the more serious
expression. Maybe too serious, but somewhere deep inside, there was a part of
him that ached to hear Finn say the words. Out loud for once. "Just admit it.
You're pissed about the shooting because it freaked you out like nothing else on
the job ever has." He jabbed a finger at Finn's bare chest. "Because you're in
love with me."
Finn's lips parted. He sucked in a shallow, audible breath.
That was enough of a reaction for Sawyer. He reached for Finn and cupped his
cheek, then drew him forward until they were back to the kissing, this time
their mouths and tongues and bodies coming together slowly, tenderly, all of
Finn pressing into him, focused on him with that usual intensity of his. Shit,
Sawyer would never tire of kissing this man.
Friends and Lovers by Sloan
© Sloan Parker, 2016. All Rights Reserved
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