Fearless Leader (Juxtapose City) by Tricia Owens Page B

him.
    He lay back on the bench as Jake changed the weight for him. The simple task seemed to take a long time. Impatient, he rolled his eyes upward only to discover that Jake had moved slightly forward and now stood straddling the top of the bench. The position made the legs of his shorts gape open and Black could not help following the line of muscular thigh upwards to the secrets of shadowed flesh. When he realized what he was seeing, Black flushed, his eyes shooting away only to collide with Jake's.
    "Ready?" the older man said in a strange voice.
    Flustered and angry with himself, Black gave a stiff nod and accepted the bar onto his palms. He tried to concentrate on balancing the bar, on his form as he steadily lowered and raised the weight. Anything but the awareness of Jake standing over him with legs spread, his crotch just a glance away. Black's nostrils flared and he could almost catch the scent of Jake's arousal. Three more and I'm out of here, Black told himself, willing to sacrifice pride to escape this situation.
    But he was too late. Jake abruptly disappeared from his place above Black's head and reappeared at the other end of the bench, kneeling between Black's spread thighs.
    "What are you--" Black's eyes widened, his grip on the bar wavering as Jake boldly cupped him through his shorts. "What the fuck are you doing?" he panted, suddenly lacking the strength to lift the bar into its rest.
    Jake stroked him harder, bring him to full arousal with ridiculous ease. "I'm tired of pussy-footing around," the older man told him in a husky voice. He kneaded the stiff flesh, making Black bite back a moan. "I've been hard for you since the day we met. I know you've noticed me too. I've got the proof nice and stiff right here before me."
    "Get your hands off me!" Black hissed, trying to close his knees but blocked by Jake's body between them.
    To his shock, Jake yanked the waistband of Black's shorts down his hips, freeing his trapped erection. "Tell me that again in thirty seconds," Jake murmured, squeezing Black's hard flesh. "I don't think you really want me to stop this, do you? Sir ?"
    He added the honorific in a sultry purr, the word shooting straight to Black's groin. With a final surge, Black forced his shaking arms to lift the bar into place. He sat up quickly, intending to punch the other man in the face, only to fall back with a harsh groan as a hot, wet heat suddenly swallowed him whole.
    "Don't," he growled. "Jake, stop it... Sergeant Cole--"
    Jake's response was to suck him harder, taking him even deeper down his throat. Black gripped the narrow sides of the bench, knowing he should stop this, knowing this was against every rule in his personal book. But Jake was too aggressive, too intent on getting what he wanted to allow Black the strength to refuse.
    A hand encircled the base of his cock, squeezing him where Jake's mouth didn't cover. Another hand caressed the flat washboard of Black's stomach. Black caught that hand, not wanting the touch that was strangely enough more intimate than the one around his cock. With hard, skillful sucking, Jake brought Black swiftly to the edge of his orgasm. Jake lifted his head, lips swollen and wet.
    "You get off on fast and furious, don't you?" Jake panted, rising up and quickly stripping off his own shorts. Black didn't know what he meant but didn't care when Jake pulled a small tube from the pocket of his shorts and squeezed its contents onto his hand.
    Black braced himself on his wrists behind him as Jake rubbed the cool lubricant over Black's jutting flesh. He should stop this. He couldn't fuck a subordinate. Black knew all of this but he didn't utter a word of protest as he watched Jake reach behind him and carefully loosen himself with his own fingers. If anything Black grew more aroused, more intent on breaking all of the rules he had set for himself. Since JC2 was technically not an official part of the department the same rules didn't apply to them. But Black