Billy was high on the adrenalin. Loved the SWAT division and wished he’d never left it. But he had his time on the front line, and now that he was married, he owed it to Alex to stop being a cowboy and slow down. But damn, it was fun. He could tell the boys loved showing off for Mark. Yeah, it was very homoerotic. But Mark was so pretty he knew his boys probably felt as if they were showing off for a woman. Having Mark Antonious Richfield think you were macho and desirable was a compliment. No one knew that better than he did. And even these hardcore straight men, weren’t immune to Mark’s charm. They liked Mark’s reaction. Knew Mark was gay. Knew he was gay. None of them gave a shit. No boundaries were crossed. Respect was given for men who worked hard and did the right thing. That’s all that mattered. And no one worked harder than he did. So gay or not, Billy earned the men’s respect. One of the guys approached Mark. “Hold this.” Mark was given a Benelli M4 shotgun. The expression of astonishment on Mark’s face made everyone laugh. “Oh, love. Please tell me it isn’t loaded.” Mark held it out as if it would explode. Billy took it and double checked it, then handed it back. “Nope. Not loaded.” “Bloody hell.” Mark still handled it like he was terrified. “God, that’s hot!” One of the men laughed and then shoved a team member when he got a look of surprise. “Shoot it!” “Shoot it?” Mark tried to hand it back. Chanting erupted from the men, egging Mark on to shoot the gun. Billy couldn’t stop laughing, not only seeing Mark’s reaction, but the fun the boys were having with him. “I don’t even know how to bloody hold it.” Mark tried to aim. Billy stood beside him and pointed him away from the men, then positioned the gun so the butt was against Mark’s shoulder. “There ya go, gorgeous.” Mark gave a look to the gun itself, then the men who gawked at him. “I have to get a picture of this for my girlfriend.” One of the guys took his phone out of his pocket. Billy grinned wickedly at Mark. Mark did look sexy with that gun. Crazy fucker, in tight pants and leather. Jesus. Mark gave the men his glamour model smile as he held the gun as most of them took photos. Then Mark tried to hand it back. “That’s all I can handle. Honest, mates. I’m a lover not a fighter.” Billy took the gun and gave it to the officer who had handed it to Mark. “Can we get pictures with you?” one asked Mark sheepishly. “Of course!” He waved them over. Billy was nearly knocked off his feet as the men rushed Mark. Mark was surrounded in uniformed SWAT officers, all putting their arms around him and each other. Billy was suddenly loaded with phones and each man shouted directions as to how to use them. With Mark standing in the center of a squad of uniformed men, Billy and the sergeant began to use the small pile of phones to take photographs. “Mark, take off your sunglasses,” Billy said. “Mark, take off everything,” someone yelled playfully. “Oy! Behave.” Mark smirked. He took off his sunglasses and tucked them into his jacket pocket. “Or even better. Don’t behave.” When Billy held up one of the phones to take a photo, he stopped short. Mark’s eyes were sexy as hell. Billy tried to decide why he looked so incredibly sensual. He was yelled at to ‘take the fucking picture’, and Billy went back to taking photos. ~ Mark wanted to burrow into the men around him, rub and writhe all over them, but instead he held onto the two beside him and gave Billy and the sergeant his wickedest grin as they took each phone and took photos. “Mmm, you all smell so good I’m in heat.” Mark purred and pretended to go for a lick of the man on his right. “And you’re pretty enough to turn me gay, buddy.” He was given a squeeze to his bottom. “Ah!” Mark blinked and caught Billy’s surprised expression. “I think we need to get closer,” Mark said playfully. “You’re all too far away.” They squashed in and laughed as Mark was beginning to feel like the center of the most exquisite man sandwich he could imagine. “Flamin’ ‘ell, lovelies. I’ll be wanking to this for weeks.” Mark moaned. “God!” one of the men laughed hysterically. “Billy warned us about your hard-on for uniforms.” “Oh, you have no idea.” Mark began to feel much more comfortable now, as if he’d been accepted by the pack. “I’d bend over and take each one of you.” Riotous laughter ensued and some of the men were laughing so hard they were choking and holding their stomachs. Billy tilted his head as if he hadn’t heard it and held up another phone to take another photo. “All at the same time,” Mark added. “And as for the rest I’ll suck you dry.” As if his comments were too much, the men broke their close embrace of Mark and choked with hilarity, wiping their tears of laughter and pushing each other playfully. Billy put his hand on his hip. “I don’t know what he’s saying, but is photo time over?” As they picked up their phones and began to disband, headed to drop off their gear and go home, each officer approached Mark. Mark waited, staring at every masculine stud who lined up to shake his hand. “You are so damn funny.” One gripped his hand and shook it, patting Mark’s shoulder before he walked off. Most just said it was nice to meet him, shaking his hand and smiling. A few left in line gave Mark mischievous glances as they approached. One bigger guy egged a shorter one on. Mark didn’t know what to expect. He was lunged at and kissed by the smaller of the two. Mark blinked in surprise and then the man spun around and held out his hand to the bigger officer. “You owe me. Told you I could do it.” Ten dollars was slapped into the shorter officer’s hand. Mark didn’t know what to say. He looked at the big cop who had made the bet. “Do you want to kiss me too?” The big cop looked at his friend, then shrugged. “Yeah. What the hell.” He dipped Mark and kissed him. Mark grabbed the guy’s arms and made sure he didn’t fall, then was set upright. The rest of the men walked off, still laughing and teasing each other. Mark caught his breath and touched his lips. Billy stood before him, shaking his head. “Richfield, Richfield, Richfield…” “Yes, Captain, Captain, Captain.” “You get enough man on man action today?” “Never enough.” Billy carried his gun and helmet with him as Mark walked beside him to the building they had first come from. Mark could hear the men inside changing so he said to Billy, “I’ll wait by your truck.” Billy nodded. “It’s open.” Mark turned around and walked across the gravel parking lot to the pickup. He opened the door and hoisted himself into the high rig, then lowered the visor to see his face. He brushed his fingers through his hair and made sure he didn’t have dirt on his skin. He flipped the visor back up and slouched in the seat, coming down from the high. Getting fucked by a dozen SWAT officers would have to remain a fantasy. He just hoped they were being good natured in their playfulness and he wasn’t going to end up the butt of their jokes behind his back. Mark looked at his hands and then could see the tan dust on his slacks. He tried to brush them off, but his fingers weren’t clean so it only made his slacks worse. Mark sighed and stared out into space. He was about to turn on his phone to see how Steve was, when the driver’s side door opened and Billy climbed in, putting his heavy gun pack behind his seat. “So? Did you have fun?” “Yes. Thank you, love.” Billy turned on the truck and belted himself in. Mark also drew the seatbelt across him and fastened it. As they left the lot, between gear shifting, Billy reached for Mark’s hand. It surprised Mark but he held onto Billy’s, wondering how this day may have brought them closer. Mark imagined a lovely fantasy once he was dropped off. He visualized using a dildo and reliving the affectionate embraces during the picture taking. On the drive home they said nothing. Absolutely nothing. And the quiet was nice. Mark felt content, at least for a moment, with Billy’s strong hand holding his.
