Hello, Ossifer
Title: Hello, Ossifer
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Benji/Joel
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Benji ignores traffic rules. The strong arm of the law does not play nicely. PWP.
thanks to buzzify for the inspiration and to zyre who is too betalicious ;>
It was late, maybe around three or four a.m., and Benji was speeding, on his way home from a party. He was tricked out a little, hair spiked up, some eyeliner that had smudged into a dark streak under his eyes as the night wore on, black bondage pants and a sleeveless t-shirt that he'd dug out of the pile of clothes on his floor before leaving the house. There was absolutely no one on this road - he lived in the middle of nowhere and it was completely dead at this time of night. He pulled into the secluded, wooded neighborhood that served as a shortcut to the next town and zoomed through the stop sign at the corner without a second thought.
The flashing lights behind him were the first clue that there was a problem. A fucking unmarked cop car.
"FUCK," Benji cursed. What was he doing here? There were NEVER cops in this neighborhood; he'd been using this shortcut for years. He looked around the car briefly. They were sure to search it. Fuckers always searched his car for drugs, it was like a rule. He could refuse, but then they'd just take down his license plate and bust him for every infraction known to man for the next six months - it was easier to let them search since he knew the car was clean. Benji pulled over to the side of the road.
OH SHIT. He had two hits of X in his pocket from earlier when Veronique slipped them to him. Benji tried not to panic. He shoved his hand into his pants and palmed them, looking in his rearview mirror for the cop. He hastily slipped them into his mouth, praying that the cop couldn't see him. He would just have to hope the guy wrote him his ticket and fucked off before they kicked in. Shit.
He rolled down his window.
"License and registration, please."
The cop's voice was a surprisingly pleasant baritone, a little gruff, with a hint of a drawl to his words. Benji knew the drill and handed his papers over without comment.
"Were you aware that you failed to stop at a stop sign?"
"No, sir."
"Edgewood Lane has a stop sign at the North-east corner. Have you been drinking tonight?"
"Ah, no sir."
Benji tried not to trip out; stress + X equals badness. He so didn't need this right now. Officer Sneaky was taking his sweet ass time, reading the freaking license.
"Mr. Combs. That's you?"
"Yes, sir."
"What's your birthday, Mr. Combs?"
"Uh, March 11, 1979."
"Mm-hm. And your zipcode?"
"20601"
Benji felt himself beginning to get warmer, moisture pricking his skin at the back of his neck and along his hairline. He was starting to sweat a little, and his skin was getting sensitive, like he could feel the breeze from the open window washing over him and it felt so fucking good. He shivered a little in the cool air, feeling it pass over his skin as it prickled up all over. He was nervous, this cop was making him so nervous.
Benji snuck a glance out the window, all he could see was the dark uniformed chest of the cop, his broad shoulders filling the view from the driver's seat. He looked trim and he sounded kind of young, not like the old fat beer-bellied cops Benji used to run away from when he skateboarded around the donut shop. He smiled a little at the memory. This one was lean and maybe a little muscular, maybe he worked out; Benji licked his lips a little. He was getting warmer; he was so hot all of a sudden and he wanted to wipe off his forehead, but he didn't dare take his hands off the steering wheel. The cop shined his flashlight into the interior of the car.
"You're sweating an awful lot, are you feeling alright, Mr. Combs?"
"Uhhhh, I'm fine, sir," Benji said. His pants were too tight, the fabric stiff on his skin, rubbing over him minutely. He fought the urge to run his hands over his arms.
"Mr. Combs, I'm going to ask you to step out of the car."
Benji groaned, quietly. Couldn't the guy just write him a fucking ticket? Did everything in his life have to be a fucking hassle? The cop stood back as Benji opened the door, dropping one booted foot to the pavement and levering himself out of the car, shivering a little in the night air.
He stood up, facing the cop, who was cast in a clear blue light by the full moon. They were about the same height, Officer Hardass had strong features: a long straight nose and full lips. Benji was staring at them, pink and bow-shaped, slightly chapped. They were moving a little, but he wasn't hearing the words.
His eyes narrowed and his perfect full lips tightened into a hard line.
"Mr. Combs."
Benji snapped to attention.
"Mr. Combs, I'll need you to turn around, walk to the rear of the vehicle and place your hands on the car."
"But..."
The officer raised an eyebrow.
Benji sighed a little and did as he was told.
"Am I going to find anything if I search this car, Mr. Combs?"
"No sir."
"Am I going to find anything if I pat you down?"
Benji rolled his eyes and resisted a smartass remark. A handful of cock. "No sir."
The cop started patting Benji down, his hands moving slowly over Benji's sides, around his waist, over his hips. This guy was thorough, patting down the middle of Benji's back before moving down to his legs, going all the way down to his ankles. Benji resisted the urge to squirm, his breath quickening as the cop's hands moved over his thighs.
The hands stopped and Benji was momentarily grateful, but then they started up again, moving much slower this time. Benji bit his lip. God. The guy was skimming his hands up over Benji's leg, slowly, checking for knives or something he guessed, taking a moment to feel Benji's pockets. His hands went all the way up Benji's inner thigh and then down the opposite side and Benji felt like his eyes were crossing.
"What the fuck, man?"
"Are you carrying, Mr. Combs?" The cop stood, his hands sliding slowly over Benji's torso, one hand slipping around the front to run up the center of his chest. Benji gasped quietly, he was getting hard. Shit, he was getting hard off this.
"No."
The cop's hand fell down and slipped into his front pocket, sliding in and Benji was glad he'd taken the pills, now. This guy definitely would have found them. The cop pulled his hand out and stepped in, his body a hot line against Benji's skin, breath warm on Benji's neck, and his hand reached down and smoothed out over Benji's groin as he whispered in Benji's ear.
"It feels like you're strapped."
Benji sucked in a breath, his hips bucking forward slightly. Fuuuuuuuck. He was so hard, and sweating now, and there was a police officer's hand on his cock. He bit his lip.
"Dude, this is so uncool..."
"Shut up." The cop ordered, his other hand reaching up to grip Benji's neck. His fingers were like iron squeezing over the tender skin below Benji's skull, lifting him up a little almost. Benji sucked in another breath, trying not to freak out.
"You're sweating like crazy. What are you on?"
"Look, I don't know what you're talking about..." Benji trailed off as the cop started forcing his head down, pushing on his neck and shoulders till his head hit the hood of the car.
"Do I look stupid to you?"
"No, sir." Benji's voice was slightly muffled, high pitched and nervous.
"So you have a couple choices, you can tell me what you took, or you can wait here while I search your car."
"Search my car. Sir." Benji felt like spitting on him. Search it, fucker. It's fucking clean. He could feel the cop's hot glare on his back.
"Fine. While I do that, you can stay here. And just to ensure there's no misunderstandings," Benji heard an ominous metallic clicking noise and struggled upward against the cop's hand.
"Hey! Hey, what the fuck?!"
Too late. He was handcuffed.
"You didn't think I was going to leave you here unattended, did you?" The cop chuckled.
"Fuck you!"
"Shut up." The cop pushed his face hard into the car, leaning over, his hot breath slithering over Benji's neck. "You need to learn some respect, you little shit."
Benji shivered uncontrollably, suddenly desperate for... something. He wasn't sure what. The itchy feeling beneath his skin was spreading throughout his whole body, making him tremble and shake. His hands were cuffed behind his back and he was bent over the car, face resting on the trunk. He could hear the cop opening his car door, scuffling around inside the car, and it rocked slightly with his movements.
Benji struggled with the handcuffs, but succeeded only in rucking his shirt up over his back, pulling it up with his agitation. His skin felt tight and hot and he was sweating, beads of moisture forming at his hairline and trickling down his neck and temples. He struggled a little more and subsided, resting against the cool metal of the car. He was so fucked. The cop was taking his sweet time in there, lifting the seats or whatever the fuck he was doing. Benji groaned softly, banging his head against the car.
He heard the heavy tread of boots on asphalt as the man walked back to him, and he slapped something down next to Benji's head, on the opposite side, so he had to lift up and turn to see it. He couldn't have found anything, Benji KNEW his car was clean.
"Do I need to call the vice squad, boy?" The cop's voice was silky and insinuating, and Benji turned his head to see a box of condoms.
"Oh fuck you."
The cop leaned over, his lips brushing petal-soft over Benji's ear, "Maybe I should take you in for solicitation."
"I haven't solicited shit, and you fucking know it!"
Benji squirmed, realizing that the hard weight against his back was the cop's utility belt. He was so hot, and his skin was beginning almost to itch with that crawling intense need for sensation, and he was desperate to get out of this situation. The cop's hands landed on his shoulders and slid down his bare arms, and Benji nearly whimpered aloud. Oh God, no. He stopped moving. Those hard strong hands slid softly up and down over his upper arms, drifting up and down slowly, teasingly. Benji sucked in his lip piercing, biting down on his lip to hold in a moan. Oh, it felt so good.
The cop slid his knee between Benji's spread legs, pulling him back a little so that his ass was right up close and personal with that hard thigh, and he slid his fingertips along Benji's forearms, down to the cuffs as he bent over to whisper in Benji's ear.
"I think you're gonna beg."
One hand slid oh-so-slowly over the bare skin of his lower back and Benji shivered violently. The cop bent over, his face brushing against Benji's neck, and the heat of him was incredible. Benji could feel it radiating off him like a furnace, the hot weight of him against his back and he squirmed again, trying to wiggle out from under the man.
Delicately, the cop leaned in and brushed his lips across the nape of Benji's neck, tongue darting out to lick at the sweat that had formed there. Benji moaned; the slow wet curl of muscle on his neck was his undoing.
"Oh yeah, you're going to beg for it, sweetheart." The cop let out a low nasty chuckle that slunk around in Benji's ear and took up residence in his brain. He was still rubbing his hands lightly over Benji's arms, fingertips drifting gently back and forth over his skin, every once in a while dragging his short blunt nails lightly over the muscles. He was also slowly rubbing his knee along the inside of Benji's thighs, and the dual assault had Benji panting and biting his lips trying to stifle his moans.
This guy knew exactly how to get to him, pressing all his buttons and just watching the show. Benji was beginning to feel hazy, his senses cloudy with arousal and so hot, sweaty all over. His mouth was dry; he was desperate for something to drink. He licked his lips, running his tongue over his piercings, and god, the cop was licking his neck again, he could feel that hot wet tongue slipping over his nape, just over his shirt collar, dipping under the cloth, just the tip of it, and Benji groaned loudly.
"Please."
"Please, what?"
"Please... just... god." Benji closed his eyes.
"Did you," he stopped to suck a little on Benji's neck, which made Benji moan, his mouth falling open, "Need something?"
"Oh god, please. Either get me off or let me go, but stop teasing me."
The cop laughed a little, straightening up and pulling Benji up with him, holding him back against his chest. "You want to get off, sweetheart? You want me to get you off? You're gonna have to work for it."
"Fuck. Just, what do you want?"
The cop spun him around, resting his arms on Benji's shoulders and giving him a wicked smile.
"On your knees, boy."
Benji closed his eyes. He licked his lips and nodded slowly. The cop leaned in and nipped at his lower lip, licking over it slowly. He pulled his hat off and tossed it onto the car, looking at Benji expectantly.
Benji looked back at him through half-lidded eyes; his cop's features were saturnine in the dim light: messy short dark hair and dark eyes under a high clear brow. He had high cheekbones and pouty lips, and freckles on his nose; Benji wasn't expecting that. He was wearing a white undershirt under his uniform, Benji could just see a hint of it at the open neck of the shirt, and he was wearing a chain around his neck that glinted in the moonlight. The cop pushed down on his shoulders slightly and Benji dropped to his knees with a grunt of pain, the asphalt digging into them sharply.
Benji sat back on his heels a little, looking up at the cop; he looked so big from this vantage point. Long legs and broad shoulders and his cock was hard and straining against his uniform pants. Benji licked his lips and flicked his eyes upward. His hands were still cuffed behind his back, how the hell was this going to work?
The cop reached down and rubbed his thumb slowly over Benji's lips, running his fingers under Benji's chin and tilting it up.
"You look so pretty on your knees," he smiled. "You've done this before, haven't you?"
Benji nodded slowly, not trusting himself to speak. The cop smirked down at him, "Then I'll bet you can open my zipper all by yourself."
Benji stared at him for a minute, turning the thought over in his mind. The cop unbuckled his utility belt, dropping it well out of reach, and unbuttoned his pants. "There, I made it easy for you," he said.
Fucker. Benji stared at him and felt the hot pulse of his own cock on his thigh. He leaned in slowly and took the tab of the cop's zipper in his teeth, pulling it down slowly, inch by inch. His lips and chin were bumping up against the cop's hard-on, the hot length of him under the scratchy fabric of his pants and Benji knew that in minutes, he would be licking that cock, sucking on it, rolling his tongue over it. He looked up at the cop as he pulled the zipper all the way down to the end and let go, and he leaned in, biting the fabric over his thigh and tugging down a little, pulling on his pants.
He laughed. He looked down at Benji and he laughed. "Eager, aren't you?"
Benji didn't dignify that with a reply, he just tugged a little harder, still staring up at him. The cop smiled and pushed his pants down, exposing himself to Benji's view, and he was hard and ready. Benji's stomach tightened a little with anticipation.
"What, no regulation underwear?" he muttered.
"You have such a smart mouth, boy," the cop grinned down at him, leaning forward so his cock nudged against Benji's closed lips, "How about you put it to use?"
Benji rubbed his closed lips back and forth over the head of Officer Fuckface's cock, rubbing his labret ring over the head and then pulling back to lick his lips. They were dry, his mouth was so dry, he tried to call up any wetness he could, working his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
He leaned in and licked over the crown of the cop's cock, and the hot salty taste of him exploded in Benji's mouth. Benji closed his eyes, savoring the heavy weight on his tongue, licking over him, running his tongue over and around and up and down, leaning in, trying not to fall. He bent at the waist, trying to lift his hands behind him for balance as he crawled a little closer on his knees, licking and rubbing his lips over the cock in front of him. He leaned in, rocking forward on his knees, inhaling the warm musky scent of the man, sliding his lips slowly down over the length of his cock.
He was still sweating, his skin still felt swollen and itchy, but his mouth was flooded with sensation, and it was like it had a direct connection to his groin. The cock in his mouth, stretching his lips open, bumping against the back of his throat - the sensation of it was making him so hot. The cop slid his hands into Benji's hair, holding his head still, giving him some balance, and Benji tilted his head back a little, opening his eyes. The cop was looking down at him, his dark eyes boring in and Benji opened his mouth wide, moaning a little around his cock, the vibration of it causing the cop to throw his head back and thrust in hard. Benji pushed against him with his tongue, gagging a little.
"Oh yeah, baby, you wanna choke on my cock, don't you?"
Benji moaned some more, unable to help himself, handcuffed and immobilized. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, panting heavily through his nose as the cop thrust in shallowly, fucking his mouth, rubbing slowly against his lip ring, and Benji began to suck him; hollowed out his cheeks and sucked him down with every thrust. He bobbed his head slowly, the cop's hands squeezing into his hair, pulling it lightly and closed his eyes, swirling his tongue around until the cop was panting and grunting softly and Benji thought he was close. Fucking come already.
But he pulled back and Benji's eyes snapped open, as he looked up at the cop, looked up to see his face flushed and his lips swollen and parted.
"Mmm. Yeah, you're fucking good at that. But I'm not done with you yet."
Benji blinked slowly, feeling hazy and stupid as the man dragged him to his feet. He was wobbly, pitching forward against the cop as he tried to catch his balance after being on his knees so long. Benji fell into his chest, close enough to read his nametag. DFC J. Madden.
Madden spun him around, pushing him up against the car and kicking his legs apart. Benji's arms were aching, his balls were aching, and his skin was slick and sweaty all over. Shit. He had been so fucking close. What now? He whimpered softly, wriggling a little under the cop's hands. He ached all over, feeling almost like his skin would burst. The cop's hands slid over his arms some more and Benji panted softly.
"Please," he mumbled. "God." Benji's hands were fisted in the handcuffs, one above the other as he struggled not to make any more noises. He was losing that battle, breathing harshly through his nose.
Madden laughed that evil little chuckle and Benji wanted to kick him in the balls. Madden pulled one of Benji's wrists back, forcing him to bend over a little and Benji was about to protest when he felt the handcuffs release, freeing his arms. He quickly pulled his arms out of the cop's grip and brought them around in front, hooking the free cuff on the same wrist as the other one, like a bracelet.
Benji looked back over his shoulder at the cop, waiting to see if he'd say anything, but he just smirked at Benji. He reached around and started fiddling with Benji's belt, unclasping it and making quick work of his pants, sliding his hands into them and pushing them down over Benji's hips. He hooked his fingers into Benji's tight cotton boxer briefs and tugged those down slowly, too. He squeezed Benji's ass a little, running his fingers lightly over the hot skin.
"Do you want this, baby? I bet you do. I want to fuck your tight little ass until you scream."
Benji moaned, choking a little on it as his throat constricted. The cop's fingertips were dancing over his ass, drifting over his skin, teasing him slowly. He dipped in to slide one finger between his cheeks, over Benji's hole, dragging it down over the back of his balls and Benji shuddered. Officer Madden rubbed his hands slowly up and down Benji's arms, back and forth and over his ass, squeezing him and dragging his blunt nails lightly over the skin until Benji was ready to beg again.
Madden's hands were drifting over his arms and back, gliding up under his shirt, bending him over the car. Benji's eyes kept sliding shut as he got lost in the sensations of those hands rubbing over his skin. His vision was blurry and he was shaking all over, and then he broke, moaning softly as the cop's finger slipped into him, just the tip.
"Condoms! Use the... condoms..." he ground out, falling heavily against the car. The box Madden had found earlier was still resting there, near his head. Benji could hear him scrabbling with it and breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, look what we have here."
Benji turned his head, slitting his eyes open. Officer Madden leaned down, his lips brushing against Benji's ear, "Were you a boy scout, Combs? I like a man who's always prepared." He held up the tiny sampler bottle of BodyFluid that had been stashed in with the condoms. Benji closed his eyes and laughed a little.
Benji felt slippery fingers pressing against him, sliding around his hole and pushing inside, and he bit his lip, spreading his legs open wider. Benji sucked in a breath, but he still wasn't ready when the blunt head of Madden's cock pressed into him, stretching him open. He wriggled beneath the cop, bucking against him as he pushed in slow. Madden reached one hand around and fisted his cock, his hand still slippery with lube.
His knees trembled, the wet slick slide of that hand on his cock was so perfect, slow and tight and Benji realized he was moaning. His mouth was open and those high keening sounds were dripping off his lips as the cop thrust into him, faster and faster, hips slapping against him. Benji could feel the rough fabric of his pants burning over the backs of his thighs. He held onto the car, pushing back from it, lifting his hips into every thrust and it was gorgeous. He dropped his head, letting go as Madden sped up a little, hitting his prostate as he pumped Benji's cock with his fist. Once, twice, two more times he hit it and shudders rippled over Benji's body as he came, spurting out all over the cop's hand, gasping for breath. He tried to hold himself up as Madden pumped into him, thrusting fast and hard and then he was coming too, and they collapsed onto the car.
The cop pulled back after a minute and Benji pushed himself upward, turning around to see him flinging something into the weeds at the side of the road and pulling his clothes back together. Benji leaned back against the car, resting against the bumper and looked up at the cop, sucking his lip ring into his mouth.
"There's a $100 fine for littering, you know," Benji said idly.
Officer Madden looked at him, his face blank with surprise for a moment before he broke into a wide grin. It transformed his face, making him look like a kid, almost. He grinned down at Benji, tucking his shirt back into his pants.
"Smartass." He stepped in a little, leaning down to grope Benji lightly as he sucked his lower lip into a kiss. "Pull up your pants, kid," he whispered against Benji's lips.
Benji smiled up at him, "What are you gonna do, arrest me?"
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Benji/Joel
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Benji ignores traffic rules. The strong arm of the law does not play nicely. PWP.
thanks to buzzify for the inspiration and to zyre who is too betalicious ;>
It was late, maybe around three or four a.m., and Benji was speeding, on his way home from a party. He was tricked out a little, hair spiked up, some eyeliner that had smudged into a dark streak under his eyes as the night wore on, black bondage pants and a sleeveless t-shirt that he'd dug out of the pile of clothes on his floor before leaving the house. There was absolutely no one on this road - he lived in the middle of nowhere and it was completely dead at this time of night. He pulled into the secluded, wooded neighborhood that served as a shortcut to the next town and zoomed through the stop sign at the corner without a second thought.
The flashing lights behind him were the first clue that there was a problem. A fucking unmarked cop car.
"FUCK," Benji cursed. What was he doing here? There were NEVER cops in this neighborhood; he'd been using this shortcut for years. He looked around the car briefly. They were sure to search it. Fuckers always searched his car for drugs, it was like a rule. He could refuse, but then they'd just take down his license plate and bust him for every infraction known to man for the next six months - it was easier to let them search since he knew the car was clean. Benji pulled over to the side of the road.
OH SHIT. He had two hits of X in his pocket from earlier when Veronique slipped them to him. Benji tried not to panic. He shoved his hand into his pants and palmed them, looking in his rearview mirror for the cop. He hastily slipped them into his mouth, praying that the cop couldn't see him. He would just have to hope the guy wrote him his ticket and fucked off before they kicked in. Shit.
He rolled down his window.
"License and registration, please."
The cop's voice was a surprisingly pleasant baritone, a little gruff, with a hint of a drawl to his words. Benji knew the drill and handed his papers over without comment.
"Were you aware that you failed to stop at a stop sign?"
"No, sir."
"Edgewood Lane has a stop sign at the North-east corner. Have you been drinking tonight?"
"Ah, no sir."
Benji tried not to trip out; stress + X equals badness. He so didn't need this right now. Officer Sneaky was taking his sweet ass time, reading the freaking license.
"Mr. Combs. That's you?"
"Yes, sir."
"What's your birthday, Mr. Combs?"
"Uh, March 11, 1979."
"Mm-hm. And your zipcode?"
"20601"
Benji felt himself beginning to get warmer, moisture pricking his skin at the back of his neck and along his hairline. He was starting to sweat a little, and his skin was getting sensitive, like he could feel the breeze from the open window washing over him and it felt so fucking good. He shivered a little in the cool air, feeling it pass over his skin as it prickled up all over. He was nervous, this cop was making him so nervous.
Benji snuck a glance out the window, all he could see was the dark uniformed chest of the cop, his broad shoulders filling the view from the driver's seat. He looked trim and he sounded kind of young, not like the old fat beer-bellied cops Benji used to run away from when he skateboarded around the donut shop. He smiled a little at the memory. This one was lean and maybe a little muscular, maybe he worked out; Benji licked his lips a little. He was getting warmer; he was so hot all of a sudden and he wanted to wipe off his forehead, but he didn't dare take his hands off the steering wheel. The cop shined his flashlight into the interior of the car.
"You're sweating an awful lot, are you feeling alright, Mr. Combs?"
"Uhhhh, I'm fine, sir," Benji said. His pants were too tight, the fabric stiff on his skin, rubbing over him minutely. He fought the urge to run his hands over his arms.
"Mr. Combs, I'm going to ask you to step out of the car."
Benji groaned, quietly. Couldn't the guy just write him a fucking ticket? Did everything in his life have to be a fucking hassle? The cop stood back as Benji opened the door, dropping one booted foot to the pavement and levering himself out of the car, shivering a little in the night air.
He stood up, facing the cop, who was cast in a clear blue light by the full moon. They were about the same height, Officer Hardass had strong features: a long straight nose and full lips. Benji was staring at them, pink and bow-shaped, slightly chapped. They were moving a little, but he wasn't hearing the words.
His eyes narrowed and his perfect full lips tightened into a hard line.
"Mr. Combs."
Benji snapped to attention.
"Mr. Combs, I'll need you to turn around, walk to the rear of the vehicle and place your hands on the car."
"But..."
The officer raised an eyebrow.
Benji sighed a little and did as he was told.
"Am I going to find anything if I search this car, Mr. Combs?"
"No sir."
"Am I going to find anything if I pat you down?"
Benji rolled his eyes and resisted a smartass remark. A handful of cock. "No sir."
The cop started patting Benji down, his hands moving slowly over Benji's sides, around his waist, over his hips. This guy was thorough, patting down the middle of Benji's back before moving down to his legs, going all the way down to his ankles. Benji resisted the urge to squirm, his breath quickening as the cop's hands moved over his thighs.
The hands stopped and Benji was momentarily grateful, but then they started up again, moving much slower this time. Benji bit his lip. God. The guy was skimming his hands up over Benji's leg, slowly, checking for knives or something he guessed, taking a moment to feel Benji's pockets. His hands went all the way up Benji's inner thigh and then down the opposite side and Benji felt like his eyes were crossing.
"What the fuck, man?"
"Are you carrying, Mr. Combs?" The cop stood, his hands sliding slowly over Benji's torso, one hand slipping around the front to run up the center of his chest. Benji gasped quietly, he was getting hard. Shit, he was getting hard off this.
"No."
The cop's hand fell down and slipped into his front pocket, sliding in and Benji was glad he'd taken the pills, now. This guy definitely would have found them. The cop pulled his hand out and stepped in, his body a hot line against Benji's skin, breath warm on Benji's neck, and his hand reached down and smoothed out over Benji's groin as he whispered in Benji's ear.
"It feels like you're strapped."
Benji sucked in a breath, his hips bucking forward slightly. Fuuuuuuuck. He was so hard, and sweating now, and there was a police officer's hand on his cock. He bit his lip.
"Dude, this is so uncool..."
"Shut up." The cop ordered, his other hand reaching up to grip Benji's neck. His fingers were like iron squeezing over the tender skin below Benji's skull, lifting him up a little almost. Benji sucked in another breath, trying not to freak out.
"You're sweating like crazy. What are you on?"
"Look, I don't know what you're talking about..." Benji trailed off as the cop started forcing his head down, pushing on his neck and shoulders till his head hit the hood of the car.
"Do I look stupid to you?"
"No, sir." Benji's voice was slightly muffled, high pitched and nervous.
"So you have a couple choices, you can tell me what you took, or you can wait here while I search your car."
"Search my car. Sir." Benji felt like spitting on him. Search it, fucker. It's fucking clean. He could feel the cop's hot glare on his back.
"Fine. While I do that, you can stay here. And just to ensure there's no misunderstandings," Benji heard an ominous metallic clicking noise and struggled upward against the cop's hand.
"Hey! Hey, what the fuck?!"
Too late. He was handcuffed.
"You didn't think I was going to leave you here unattended, did you?" The cop chuckled.
"Fuck you!"
"Shut up." The cop pushed his face hard into the car, leaning over, his hot breath slithering over Benji's neck. "You need to learn some respect, you little shit."
Benji shivered uncontrollably, suddenly desperate for... something. He wasn't sure what. The itchy feeling beneath his skin was spreading throughout his whole body, making him tremble and shake. His hands were cuffed behind his back and he was bent over the car, face resting on the trunk. He could hear the cop opening his car door, scuffling around inside the car, and it rocked slightly with his movements.
Benji struggled with the handcuffs, but succeeded only in rucking his shirt up over his back, pulling it up with his agitation. His skin felt tight and hot and he was sweating, beads of moisture forming at his hairline and trickling down his neck and temples. He struggled a little more and subsided, resting against the cool metal of the car. He was so fucked. The cop was taking his sweet time in there, lifting the seats or whatever the fuck he was doing. Benji groaned softly, banging his head against the car.
He heard the heavy tread of boots on asphalt as the man walked back to him, and he slapped something down next to Benji's head, on the opposite side, so he had to lift up and turn to see it. He couldn't have found anything, Benji KNEW his car was clean.
"Do I need to call the vice squad, boy?" The cop's voice was silky and insinuating, and Benji turned his head to see a box of condoms.
"Oh fuck you."
The cop leaned over, his lips brushing petal-soft over Benji's ear, "Maybe I should take you in for solicitation."
"I haven't solicited shit, and you fucking know it!"
Benji squirmed, realizing that the hard weight against his back was the cop's utility belt. He was so hot, and his skin was beginning almost to itch with that crawling intense need for sensation, and he was desperate to get out of this situation. The cop's hands landed on his shoulders and slid down his bare arms, and Benji nearly whimpered aloud. Oh God, no. He stopped moving. Those hard strong hands slid softly up and down over his upper arms, drifting up and down slowly, teasingly. Benji sucked in his lip piercing, biting down on his lip to hold in a moan. Oh, it felt so good.
The cop slid his knee between Benji's spread legs, pulling him back a little so that his ass was right up close and personal with that hard thigh, and he slid his fingertips along Benji's forearms, down to the cuffs as he bent over to whisper in Benji's ear.
"I think you're gonna beg."
One hand slid oh-so-slowly over the bare skin of his lower back and Benji shivered violently. The cop bent over, his face brushing against Benji's neck, and the heat of him was incredible. Benji could feel it radiating off him like a furnace, the hot weight of him against his back and he squirmed again, trying to wiggle out from under the man.
Delicately, the cop leaned in and brushed his lips across the nape of Benji's neck, tongue darting out to lick at the sweat that had formed there. Benji moaned; the slow wet curl of muscle on his neck was his undoing.
"Oh yeah, you're going to beg for it, sweetheart." The cop let out a low nasty chuckle that slunk around in Benji's ear and took up residence in his brain. He was still rubbing his hands lightly over Benji's arms, fingertips drifting gently back and forth over his skin, every once in a while dragging his short blunt nails lightly over the muscles. He was also slowly rubbing his knee along the inside of Benji's thighs, and the dual assault had Benji panting and biting his lips trying to stifle his moans.
This guy knew exactly how to get to him, pressing all his buttons and just watching the show. Benji was beginning to feel hazy, his senses cloudy with arousal and so hot, sweaty all over. His mouth was dry; he was desperate for something to drink. He licked his lips, running his tongue over his piercings, and god, the cop was licking his neck again, he could feel that hot wet tongue slipping over his nape, just over his shirt collar, dipping under the cloth, just the tip of it, and Benji groaned loudly.
"Please."
"Please, what?"
"Please... just... god." Benji closed his eyes.
"Did you," he stopped to suck a little on Benji's neck, which made Benji moan, his mouth falling open, "Need something?"
"Oh god, please. Either get me off or let me go, but stop teasing me."
The cop laughed a little, straightening up and pulling Benji up with him, holding him back against his chest. "You want to get off, sweetheart? You want me to get you off? You're gonna have to work for it."
"Fuck. Just, what do you want?"
The cop spun him around, resting his arms on Benji's shoulders and giving him a wicked smile.
"On your knees, boy."
Benji closed his eyes. He licked his lips and nodded slowly. The cop leaned in and nipped at his lower lip, licking over it slowly. He pulled his hat off and tossed it onto the car, looking at Benji expectantly.
Benji looked back at him through half-lidded eyes; his cop's features were saturnine in the dim light: messy short dark hair and dark eyes under a high clear brow. He had high cheekbones and pouty lips, and freckles on his nose; Benji wasn't expecting that. He was wearing a white undershirt under his uniform, Benji could just see a hint of it at the open neck of the shirt, and he was wearing a chain around his neck that glinted in the moonlight. The cop pushed down on his shoulders slightly and Benji dropped to his knees with a grunt of pain, the asphalt digging into them sharply.
Benji sat back on his heels a little, looking up at the cop; he looked so big from this vantage point. Long legs and broad shoulders and his cock was hard and straining against his uniform pants. Benji licked his lips and flicked his eyes upward. His hands were still cuffed behind his back, how the hell was this going to work?
The cop reached down and rubbed his thumb slowly over Benji's lips, running his fingers under Benji's chin and tilting it up.
"You look so pretty on your knees," he smiled. "You've done this before, haven't you?"
Benji nodded slowly, not trusting himself to speak. The cop smirked down at him, "Then I'll bet you can open my zipper all by yourself."
Benji stared at him for a minute, turning the thought over in his mind. The cop unbuckled his utility belt, dropping it well out of reach, and unbuttoned his pants. "There, I made it easy for you," he said.
Fucker. Benji stared at him and felt the hot pulse of his own cock on his thigh. He leaned in slowly and took the tab of the cop's zipper in his teeth, pulling it down slowly, inch by inch. His lips and chin were bumping up against the cop's hard-on, the hot length of him under the scratchy fabric of his pants and Benji knew that in minutes, he would be licking that cock, sucking on it, rolling his tongue over it. He looked up at the cop as he pulled the zipper all the way down to the end and let go, and he leaned in, biting the fabric over his thigh and tugging down a little, pulling on his pants.
He laughed. He looked down at Benji and he laughed. "Eager, aren't you?"
Benji didn't dignify that with a reply, he just tugged a little harder, still staring up at him. The cop smiled and pushed his pants down, exposing himself to Benji's view, and he was hard and ready. Benji's stomach tightened a little with anticipation.
"What, no regulation underwear?" he muttered.
"You have such a smart mouth, boy," the cop grinned down at him, leaning forward so his cock nudged against Benji's closed lips, "How about you put it to use?"
Benji rubbed his closed lips back and forth over the head of Officer Fuckface's cock, rubbing his labret ring over the head and then pulling back to lick his lips. They were dry, his mouth was so dry, he tried to call up any wetness he could, working his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
He leaned in and licked over the crown of the cop's cock, and the hot salty taste of him exploded in Benji's mouth. Benji closed his eyes, savoring the heavy weight on his tongue, licking over him, running his tongue over and around and up and down, leaning in, trying not to fall. He bent at the waist, trying to lift his hands behind him for balance as he crawled a little closer on his knees, licking and rubbing his lips over the cock in front of him. He leaned in, rocking forward on his knees, inhaling the warm musky scent of the man, sliding his lips slowly down over the length of his cock.
He was still sweating, his skin still felt swollen and itchy, but his mouth was flooded with sensation, and it was like it had a direct connection to his groin. The cock in his mouth, stretching his lips open, bumping against the back of his throat - the sensation of it was making him so hot. The cop slid his hands into Benji's hair, holding his head still, giving him some balance, and Benji tilted his head back a little, opening his eyes. The cop was looking down at him, his dark eyes boring in and Benji opened his mouth wide, moaning a little around his cock, the vibration of it causing the cop to throw his head back and thrust in hard. Benji pushed against him with his tongue, gagging a little.
"Oh yeah, baby, you wanna choke on my cock, don't you?"
Benji moaned some more, unable to help himself, handcuffed and immobilized. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, panting heavily through his nose as the cop thrust in shallowly, fucking his mouth, rubbing slowly against his lip ring, and Benji began to suck him; hollowed out his cheeks and sucked him down with every thrust. He bobbed his head slowly, the cop's hands squeezing into his hair, pulling it lightly and closed his eyes, swirling his tongue around until the cop was panting and grunting softly and Benji thought he was close. Fucking come already.
But he pulled back and Benji's eyes snapped open, as he looked up at the cop, looked up to see his face flushed and his lips swollen and parted.
"Mmm. Yeah, you're fucking good at that. But I'm not done with you yet."
Benji blinked slowly, feeling hazy and stupid as the man dragged him to his feet. He was wobbly, pitching forward against the cop as he tried to catch his balance after being on his knees so long. Benji fell into his chest, close enough to read his nametag. DFC J. Madden.
Madden spun him around, pushing him up against the car and kicking his legs apart. Benji's arms were aching, his balls were aching, and his skin was slick and sweaty all over. Shit. He had been so fucking close. What now? He whimpered softly, wriggling a little under the cop's hands. He ached all over, feeling almost like his skin would burst. The cop's hands slid over his arms some more and Benji panted softly.
"Please," he mumbled. "God." Benji's hands were fisted in the handcuffs, one above the other as he struggled not to make any more noises. He was losing that battle, breathing harshly through his nose.
Madden laughed that evil little chuckle and Benji wanted to kick him in the balls. Madden pulled one of Benji's wrists back, forcing him to bend over a little and Benji was about to protest when he felt the handcuffs release, freeing his arms. He quickly pulled his arms out of the cop's grip and brought them around in front, hooking the free cuff on the same wrist as the other one, like a bracelet.
Benji looked back over his shoulder at the cop, waiting to see if he'd say anything, but he just smirked at Benji. He reached around and started fiddling with Benji's belt, unclasping it and making quick work of his pants, sliding his hands into them and pushing them down over Benji's hips. He hooked his fingers into Benji's tight cotton boxer briefs and tugged those down slowly, too. He squeezed Benji's ass a little, running his fingers lightly over the hot skin.
"Do you want this, baby? I bet you do. I want to fuck your tight little ass until you scream."
Benji moaned, choking a little on it as his throat constricted. The cop's fingertips were dancing over his ass, drifting over his skin, teasing him slowly. He dipped in to slide one finger between his cheeks, over Benji's hole, dragging it down over the back of his balls and Benji shuddered. Officer Madden rubbed his hands slowly up and down Benji's arms, back and forth and over his ass, squeezing him and dragging his blunt nails lightly over the skin until Benji was ready to beg again.
Madden's hands were drifting over his arms and back, gliding up under his shirt, bending him over the car. Benji's eyes kept sliding shut as he got lost in the sensations of those hands rubbing over his skin. His vision was blurry and he was shaking all over, and then he broke, moaning softly as the cop's finger slipped into him, just the tip.
"Condoms! Use the... condoms..." he ground out, falling heavily against the car. The box Madden had found earlier was still resting there, near his head. Benji could hear him scrabbling with it and breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, look what we have here."
Benji turned his head, slitting his eyes open. Officer Madden leaned down, his lips brushing against Benji's ear, "Were you a boy scout, Combs? I like a man who's always prepared." He held up the tiny sampler bottle of BodyFluid that had been stashed in with the condoms. Benji closed his eyes and laughed a little.
Benji felt slippery fingers pressing against him, sliding around his hole and pushing inside, and he bit his lip, spreading his legs open wider. Benji sucked in a breath, but he still wasn't ready when the blunt head of Madden's cock pressed into him, stretching him open. He wriggled beneath the cop, bucking against him as he pushed in slow. Madden reached one hand around and fisted his cock, his hand still slippery with lube.
His knees trembled, the wet slick slide of that hand on his cock was so perfect, slow and tight and Benji realized he was moaning. His mouth was open and those high keening sounds were dripping off his lips as the cop thrust into him, faster and faster, hips slapping against him. Benji could feel the rough fabric of his pants burning over the backs of his thighs. He held onto the car, pushing back from it, lifting his hips into every thrust and it was gorgeous. He dropped his head, letting go as Madden sped up a little, hitting his prostate as he pumped Benji's cock with his fist. Once, twice, two more times he hit it and shudders rippled over Benji's body as he came, spurting out all over the cop's hand, gasping for breath. He tried to hold himself up as Madden pumped into him, thrusting fast and hard and then he was coming too, and they collapsed onto the car.
The cop pulled back after a minute and Benji pushed himself upward, turning around to see him flinging something into the weeds at the side of the road and pulling his clothes back together. Benji leaned back against the car, resting against the bumper and looked up at the cop, sucking his lip ring into his mouth.
"There's a $100 fine for littering, you know," Benji said idly.
Officer Madden looked at him, his face blank with surprise for a moment before he broke into a wide grin. It transformed his face, making him look like a kid, almost. He grinned down at Benji, tucking his shirt back into his pants.
"Smartass." He stepped in a little, leaning down to grope Benji lightly as he sucked his lower lip into a kiss. "Pull up your pants, kid," he whispered against Benji's lips.
Benji smiled up at him, "What are you gonna do, arrest me?"