Sixteen

 

 

 

Aleksy wasn’t geared up for an Op so he stayed behind in the tree line – which he hated.

He should be in there, glued to fucking Dragon’s ass like….well, like he wanted to be glued to Dragon’s ass, he thought with a smirk.  Dragon eight.  Fuck him with his Dragon eight.  He was nine inches on a bad day.  Ten when he was really turned on.

His earpiece crackled in his ear, “You still watching my back, Dragon eight?” Trent said in his ear.

Aleksy smiled wider but didn’t respond.

“Dragon one to Dragon eight, come in,” Trent said.

Aleksy knew he was playing a dangerous game but he couldn’t help it.  His lips remained closed.

“Damn it, Detective, say something!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you calling me?  I thought I was Dragon ten, it makes more sense for me to be Dragon ten,” he said.

Trent growled in Aleksy’s ear and it went straight to his cock.  “This is why I hate working with the private sector.  You’re all a bunch of arrogant assholes.”

“Hey, that’s not very nice, Dragon.”

“You made me lose my focus, Detective.  I could’ve gotten hurt or one of my men could’ve been killed because my focus was on you and why you weren’t answering!”

“Now you’re just going overboard, Trent.  You do know I’m sitting next to your communications guy and he already told me that you issued the all clear.”

Trent growled again and Aleksy had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.

“That’s beside the point.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes it is!”

Aleksy sighed, “What did you need, Trent?”

For a few long seconds, Aleksy heard only silence, during which he kept imagining Trent whispering, your mouth on my cock, as his answer.

“Did you hear me, Detective?”

Aleksy blinked.  What the fuck was wrong with him?  He’d always been the epitome of professional, always over-compensating for the reputation of his last name.  After all, his uncle, though never arrested, was well known for his brutality when it came to anyone crossing him or his businesses.  He’d been investigated by the DEA, Homeland Security, the FBI, hell, he’d even been investigated by Aleksy’s own department, but the man was slick enough, smart enough to stay just this side of that invisible line between legal and illegal.  When Aleksy had first joined the department to become a cop, everyone assumed it was so his uncle would have an inside ear, someone who would alert him to investigations and whatnot.  It took Aleksy years to convince everyone that he wasn’t his uncle’s stool-pigeon, that he was honest, reliable, that he wasn’t anybody’s bitch, not even his uncle’s.  Now, here he was goofing off during an Op because he couldn’t stop lusting after the silky-smooth man in charge.

He cleared his throat, “I, uh, I’m sorry Dragon.  What did you say?”

Trent sighed, “Do you have nieces, nephews?”

“Uh, yeah, why?”

“Can you come inside, please?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you, Detective.”

“Why?”

Trent sighed again, “Just please come inside, okay?  Upstairs, second room on the right.”

“Yeah, okay, I’m on my way.”

He glanced at the man next to him, who just shrugged his shoulder as if to say he was just as clueless as Aleksy.

When he approached the house, a huge wall of a man was standing by an open French door.

“Codename?” he said.

Aleksy cringed, “Dragon eight,” he mumbled.

The guy snorted a laugh and then raked his eyes down Aleksy’s body, “Oh yeah, I remember you.  TL has the hots for you.  I can see why.”

“TL?”

“Team Leader. We should hook up. I could tell right away that he was shortchanging you with that eight,” the dude said, his eyes locked uncomfortably on Aleksy’s crotch.

Aleksy rolled his eyes, “Whatever.  You going to let me in, or what?”

“Yes, he is,” Trent said from behind the guy.

Big dude smiled as he stepped aside, seemingly unmoved by the glare that Trent had pinned on him.  He shrugged a shoulder, “Don’t blame me, TL.  You’re the one who pointed it out.”

“Just man your post, dickhead,” Trent growled as he turned and walked through the great room.

Aleksy followed behind, ignoring the smile, shrug and ‘call me,’ mouthed from the guard. Not gonna happen big guy, he thought as his eyes stayed locked on the ass of the man in front of him.

Damn but this guy did something to Aleksy.  He was dressed head to toe in black, in clothing that Aleksy had seen on a hundred guys before, but on this guy, it molded to his body like a second skin.  Not in a I’m wearing my clothes too small so I look bigger kind of way.  But in a this body is just too powerful to be contained kind of way. Yeah, like that.  And all Aleksy could think about was peeling the guy out of it.

“Ooof,” he grunted when he ran into the back of Trent, who apparently had stopped but Aleksy was too lost in his own head, again, to notice it.

“How the fuck did you make Detective if you’re this inattentive?”

Aleksy blushed as he looked away, mumbling his answer.

“What was that?”

“I said, I’m not usually like this.”

Trent’s eyebrow went up, “Oh?” he said, crossing his arms over his chest and Aleksy knew he was waiting for an answer and wouldn’t budge until he got it.

“You distract me,” Aleksy said with a frown, crossing his own arms over his chest – his action he knew, though, was a defensive move whereas Trent had done it out of curiosity. 

He expected some snarky, sarcastic retort so imagine his surprise when Trent just turned and continued up the stairs.  He stopped outside a door where Aleksy could hear a young child crying quietly, along with a masculine voice talking softly.  His palm rested against the door as he said, “I need you to gain her trust.”

“Why?”

“So, we can help her father,” he said as he pushed the door open.

Aleksy’s eyes went wide when he took in the sight before him.  “Is she hurt?”

“No, that’s her father’s blood.”

Aleksy nodded and took a step forward.  Just as he stepped past Trent, he shivered as the man’s soft lips brushed across his ear and he whispered, “You distract me too, Detective.”