"How many men and women have you slept with?" Mark asked as he relieved himself. "None of your business." Steve chuckled, loading his toothbrush. "More than ten?" Mark used the second basin to wash up. "I said, none of your business." "Steven Jay!" Mark made a silly face at him. "Less than ten. Okay?" "Sonja, me, Jack, Adam…anyone else?" "Be quiet." Steve leaned over the sink as he brushed his teeth. "No! A man as strikingly beautiful as you? Four lovers?" After rinsing his mouth, Steve glared at Mark. "I know you've been fucked more. How many of your father's maids screwed you?" "Ouch! One!" Mark winced. "Care to give me a head count?" "Oh, hell no!" Mark stuck a toothbrush into his mouth and ignored Steve. "It's okay for me to tell you, but not for you to tell me?" Mark spat out the toothpaste. "Less than twenty." "Bullshit. I know how many women offered to suck your cock before you met Sharon. Tell the truth." "Less than thirty." Mark held up his hand in a vow. "Honest." He rinsed his mouth. "But I didn't screw them." "Are you trying the Bill Clinton defense that blowjobs aren't sex?" "Not unless you swallow." Mark grinned at him. "Get over here." Steve wrapped both his arms around him and tugged him into an embrace. "Are we being unreasonable to expect Alex to be with one guy forever?" "Yes. It's wishful thinking. You are right." "Come to bed where I can devour you." "Purr!" Mark wriggled his cock into Steve's. "I take it you're up for it." "Um…" "Yes?" Steve laughed at Mark's expression. "Do you happen to have your old LAPD uniform handy?" As if restraining the urge to double over in hilarity, Steve bit his lip, nodding. "Be right back." "Yes! Yes!" Mark pumped his fist into the air. "I'm very happy you're in good spirits again." Steve entered the walk-in closet. Mark waited, reclining against the pillows, his eyes glued to the door of the closet. Nothing made him feel young again like when he played dirty with Steve. Making a grand entrance, Officer Miller strutted out, dangling his handcuffs in his fingers. "Flamin' hell." Mark inhaled sharply. The blood went to his groin and his cock stood at attention. Mark placed his hands over his head and crossed his knees in anticipation. "Uh uh. Get up. I have to pat you down. I know you're armed and Dangereux!" "Yes, sir!" Mark scampered off the bed. "Against the wall, spread ‘em." Rushing to comply, Mark reached for the wall and widened his stance until he was a perfect X. His heart rate went soaring. My ultimate fantasy. Yes, Alexander, nothing is as hot as having a man in uniform. Hearing the handcuffs hit the bed, Mark glanced at them but soon his attention was on the hunk in dark blue behind him. Hands began smoothing their way down his arms to his neck, digging into his hair. The tingles they sent through Mark were making him delirious. His dick bobbed between his legs and swelled. "I didn't do it." "Why do all you crooks say that? You did. And you will do it."
