Blue Force: Backseat of the Cruiser

Getting filled in the backseat of the cruiser

The incident room erupted in chaos. There had been a disagreement between officers. A matter of opinion I had no part in. My partner and I were strictly beat cops. We would keep an eye out for any perpetrator the force was watching for, but we were not actively involved in finding anyone.

How the department chose to track down this outstanding perp was not in our wheelhouse. We had streets to patrol—peace to be kept. Once the briefing was done, we were out of there.

I glanced over at my partner, Curtis. He was busy taking notes. He was the conscientious one. The one that gathered the information we needed to start our evening. We were night cops. Roaming the streets, keeping an eye out for trouble. Answering calls of domestic abuse and robberies. We had even been called to attend a few murders in our six years working together.

My attention wandered to Curtis's shoulders, his thick biceps, his chest, his muscular thighs—the gorgeous bulge between them. Curtis and I were more than just work partners.

We were lovers.

It had started about three years back. A few furtive glances in the squad car one night had led to some time in the back seat. It had surprised us both, but we had become close after three years of working together. Swapping stories. Laughing and lamenting together. Spending hours on end in each other's company. We had come to that point; we would die for each other.

Curtis tapped my shoe with his foot. "Darren … let's go."

I looked around. Everyone was getting to their feet. We followed suit and headed out the door of the incident room, through the office, and into the garage. I typically drove so Curtis climbed into the passenger seat and fiddled with the onboard computer as I started the engine.

We would be patrolling our regular patch. It contained some seedy areas. Low-income housing, warehouses, strip clubs, and what amounted to a red-light district. There were a few corner and liquor stores we needed to keep an eye on. Discourage any gangs from loitering around outside. Those stores and the basketball court were favorite places for gangs to get into trouble.

We cruised down the main thoroughfare. Central boulevard—Main Street if you prefer. The usual crowds were gathered. Groups of thugs and their scantily dressed girlfriends laughed and postured at the side of the road, blocking sidewalks, and generally being a nuisance.

I pulled over beside one such group. Curtis rolled down his window.

"What are you all up to tonight?" he asked with a casual smile. We knew these kids. Knew them well. We had known them since they were in middle school. Now they were small-time teenaged hoodlums. Big fish in a very small pond. But their egos outstripped their insignificance.

"What's it to you …" Markus, the leader of sorts, leaned toward the car, arms pumping forward to intimidate us. He was bluffing. Both sides knew it, but it was part of the display; the need Markus had to prove to his gang that he was king. Not even the po-po scared him.

Curtis scoffed. "We just want to make sure you're being safe."

This made Markus laugh. "Safe as safe can be."

I ducked down and peered out through Curtis's window. "We don't want to be getting any calls about you tonight."

Markus's girlfriend sauntered up to Curtis's window. "Why? You boys have other plans?"

Curtis laughed. "Maybe." Then rolled up his window. I pulled back onto the street and drove toward where the working girls … and guys would be turning tricks. It was illegal but we never interfered. Everyone had to make a living. Besides getting on the wrong side of the people who lived in these streets was counterproductive. Sometimes, we needed them for information.

Trixie was the first to approach our car. This time, I rolled down my window. She leaned in, arms resting on the window frame, Hubba Bubba and whiskey fresh on her breath.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

"How's tricks, Trix?" It was our nightly standard greeting.

"Tricks are slow." Trixie chewed on her gum then popped it near my ear. "Either of you looking for a date?"

Curtis pressed in against my shoulder, peering up at Trixie. "Not tonight."

Trixie moved away from my window and swiped the air with her hand. "You say that every night. When are you boys going to give Trixie a little love?"

I smiled at her. "Plenty of love headed your way by means of protecting you."

Curtis popped open the glove box and removed a strip of six condoms. He handed them to me. I handed them to Trixie. "Stay safe."

Trixie just chewed on her gum as she tucked the condoms into her bag. It was the least we could do. Aside from keeping the pimps in the area from beating the living hell out of their product and ensuring the johns weren't psycho killers, there was little else in our repertoire. Sometimes Curtis would make a shitload of sandwiches to hand out. Some nights, a few condoms, some toiletries—warm clothing. We weren't supposed to, but again—it built trust.

As we drove away, I laid my hand on Curtis's thigh. This was our beat. We would protect it as we saw fit. As we rounded a corner, a young rent boy, Jimmy, almost ended up on our hood.

He raised his hands in apology and smiled at us. We hadn't seen Jimmy in a while. Weeks. No one knew what happened to him. He had disappeared one night. Curtis and I had thought the worst. We had even filed a missing persons report on him.

I flung my door open. "Jimmy!" I climbed out of the cruiser. "Where the hell have you been?" Curtis accompanied me as we walked to the front of the vehicle. Jimmy looked well—like someone had been caring for him. His clothes were clean, and he seemed well-nourished. He was an attractive guy as it was. Blond shaggy hair—deep blue eyes. Face of an angel.

Perfect candy for the ladies and gents who sought him out.

I crossed my arms and leaned against the hood of the car. Jimmy appeared to be struggling with his words. That was something about Jimmy. He tended to be nervous and anxious around us. When we saw him speaking to johns, he was articulate and agonizingly seductive.

"Caught myself a sugar daddy." Jimmy looked at the ground. "Until he got tired of me."

Curtis joined me, sitting on the hood of the cruiser. "Sorry to hear that."

Jimmy's captivating blue eyes peered up at us. "I thought he was the one." He scraped his foot back and forth across the pavement. I couldn't take my eyes off him. When he got all shy and bashful like that, it set off fireworks in my gut. My cock hardened at the sight of him.

Curtis glanced over at me. "Slow your jets," he whispered. He took a few steps toward Jimmy and clapped him on the back. "I hope you find that special someone someday."

Jimmy looked up at him. "But that won't be you …"

Curtis laughed. "No. That won't be me." He allowed Jimmy to angle in close against him. We had nothing to fear from this guy. Even when Jimmy placed his hand on Curtis's chest, Curtis refused to react. If Jimmy had reached for Curtis's service revolver, that would be another story. But he never had before. Had no reason to. He was a good guy. Just a bit lost.

Jimmy traced his fingers down the front of Curtis's protective vest, ending at his belt. My cock responded. An image of Jimmy and Curtis together cascaded through my mind. Curtis kneeling in the backseat of the cruiser, his cock in Jimmy's mouth. Me behind, drilling Jimmy's ass.

A spit-roast to end all spit-roasts.

I cleared my throat. Jimmy broke contact with Curtis and took a step back. "Have any condoms for me?" Jimmy followed Curtis back to the cruiser and took a good long look at Curtis's ass as Curtis leaned into the vehicle and pulled out a strip of colored condoms.

Jimmy stuffed them in his pocket. "Are you sure?" he asked Curtis. "I could make it two for one." He looked at me. It was damned tempting. No one would know. Not anyone that cared anyway. I shook my head. We were supposed to be protecting these people not fucking them.

"Sorry, Jimmy." Curtis patted Jimmy's cheek. "Play safe tonight."

"Sure thing, Officer Curtis." Jimmy smiled at us then disappeared into the night. I swung into my seat and waited for Curtis to do the same. He was watching me as he took a seat beside me.

"Find a dark alley," he said and removed his hat. He ran his hand back and forth over his cropped hair. There was determination in his voice. Jimmy had rattled him.

Sexually.