Cover Me, Chapter 2


Art by Amanda Bruno


Jamie's apartment door closes behind him, and I hear the lock click. The building is again silent. The hall is empty, and I'm glad, because I can't wipe this smile off of my face. There's something special about that boy; something unique. I want him.

That is of course, if he'll have me; and judging by the tent he was pitching when he went insideI don't see that being an issue.

I made my way out of the building. It was dark outside now. I think about calling a cab, but I'd rather walk. The weather is nice and cool, and the walk will give me some time to think. I turn towards home and head down the sidewalk, letting my mind drift to thoughts of Jamie.

I think the date went pretty well. He seemed to be as into me as I was him. Smart, and hopefully quick on his feet. A good sense of humor, decent amount of wit. He could hold his own in a conversation. He seems like the kind of boy I could stay up late just talking to.

Unless I decide to gag him. Mmm

No job, but he's a full time student, so he's got some ambition. Besides, that'll hopefully make it easier to work around my schedule. Physically, he's adorable. 5'10" with strawberry blonde hair, kept short, but still long enough to grab onto. Hazel, puppy dog eyes, that do little to hide his emotions. In shape, but not too skinny. I could stand to fatten him up a little.

And what looks to be an amazing ass in those jeans.

I was getting closer to my neighborhood. I turned a corner and thought back to when I first moved here. I've been in the city for 8 years now. I went to high school in Queens, and went to community college after that. I wanted to move to the city as soon as I could. I love my familybut growing up with 5 siblings really doesn't allow for a whole lot of privacy and alone time. Something that an in the closet gay guy would have found very, very useful. I was desperate to get out on my own.

I worked a desk job at city hall for a few years before enrolling in the police academy. The only place I could afford was this tiny one bedroom apartment. The neighborhood was sketchy, and the building pretty questionable looking. But I loved it. My friends and I had a lot of fun in that place. We spent most of our nights partying, or recovering from partying the previous evening. I have a much nicer place now. Not much bigger, but it's not the same. Sometimes I miss it.

I turned another corner. My current apartment is just a couple of blocks south from here. Once I joined the police force, I was able to afford a nicer place. It's still just a one bedroom, but I've got a little more space now. The building's nicer, and I'm just a few blocks from the station. My friends and I don't spend our nights partying anymore. Things are a lot different.

My family was supportive of me when I told them I was enrolling in the police academy. But not so much when I told them I was gay, at least not all of them. My sisters supported me. My mother seemed unhappy, but once my sisters explained to her that I could still give her plenty of grandchildren, she was fine. My father took a long time to come around, but our relationship is slowly being put back together. My youngest brother didn't see what the big deal was, but my other two brothers took a few years to warm up to the idea of their oldest brother being gay. Things are fine now, but those were a few tense years.

I walked up the steps to my building. It was quiet. I could make out the sounds of TVs from behind doors as I made my way up to my door. I opened the door and stepped into the coolness of my darkened apartment. As I walked backed to my bedroom, I took my jacket off and threw it over the couch. I decided to call it an early night. Work in the morning. I stripped down to my boxers, climbed into bed, and slowly began to drift off to sleep.

I really hope Jamie isn't the kind of guy who waits three days to call.

"...Rob, help me out here? Rob? Rob! Hello?!"

"Huh? What?" Whoops. Drifted off again. That's like the third time today...

"Dude, you are out of it. What's wrong with you?" That would be McKinney.

"Nothing's wrong with him. He's just got a new boy on his mind." And that's his partner Smith. No, not like, lover partner. Cop partner. I'm at work.

"Sorry guys. What were we talking about again?"

"Whether or not the waitress at O'Reilly's has fake tits or not." McKinney had that lecherous look in his eye.

If I don't look shocked, it's because that's pretty much what all conversations with these two revolve around. "They're real."

"Man, how would you even know." Aww. Now McKinney looks annoyed.

"Because he's seen enough drag queens and trannies to know what fake tits look like." And that's my partner, Medina. And he's not wrong.

"He's got a point. And that means you owe me $20." Smith directed towards McKinney. Always happy to help settle a bet.

"Just because he says they're real doesn't mean they are. Until I get a good feel myself, you're not getting shit." McKinney grinned at Smith.

"Good luck with that." I chuckled. When it comes to the ladies, McKinney's personality tends to leave most women with a bad taste in their mouth. The guy's got no tact.

I've been an officer for the Long Island Police Department for five years. This place feels like a second home now, and these guys are like family to me. Chris Medina has been my partner for a year and a half. He's 27, 6'1", and Puerto Rican. He's got a similar build to me. He'shot. What? I've worked with him for over a year, I can't check him out? When you work with someone for that long, you get close. Medina's one of my best friends now. Smith and McKinney have been working together for about four years now, but they've both been here longer then I have.

The four of us work the patrol division in our department. That means we respond to calls, investigate car crashes, and make arrests. We work 12 hour shifts, four days a week. The upside to this is of course that I get three days off. The downside is that I typically spend at least one of those days doing nothing but sleeping. I won't go into how much I make, but I do well enough. Besides, it's not really about the money.

Not that I want to be working patrol for the rest of my life. I'd like to transfer to homicide; I've been studying to take my detectives exam for a month now; track down killers, protect people. It's one of the reasons I decided to enter the academy. At the end of the day, I love these guys, and my job.

"So, when were you gonna tell me about this boy you've been seeing?" Medina asked me.

"We've only been on one date!"

"And yet he has you completely distracted."

"I am not completely distracted."

Medina rolled his eyes and Smith let out a snort. Just as I was about to defend myself, my cell phone started ringing. I looked at the number. Jamie.


"Hello? Rob?" Yep. Jamie.

"Hey! Jamie! How's it going!" As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized that I sounded way too excited. Medina smirked at me and mouthed his name. "Jamie."

"I'm doing good. Really good. Is this an okay time to talk?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm just doing some paperwork. What's up?" I shot Medina a glare and turned to face my desk.

"I had some time in between classesI um, just wanted to give you a call." There was a hint of nervousness in his voice. So cute.

"Just like I asked. Good boy." I wonder if it's possible to hear someone blush, "So, I take it you'd like to get together again then?"

"Yeah! Of course! ...If you want to, that is." He sounds so eager and unsure. Did he really think I wouldn't want to?

"Great. So, are you free tomorrow night? I was thinking we could catch a movie downtown, and then maybe just play it by ear from there. Sound good?"

"Sounds great! Should I meet you there? Or I could"

"Nah, I got you boy. I'll be at your place to pick you up at eight, that work for you?"

"Eight sounds awesome Rob. I can't wait."

"Neither can I Jamie. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you then, Sir." Click. Boy likes to play dirty. I didn't bother trying to hide my smile as I put my phone away. And then I heard two loud "oooohhs" coming from behind me. Gotta love the maturity levels of the people I work with.

I'm not much better.

I crumpled up a piece of paper and chucked it at Smith and McKinney as I turned around.

"At least I can get a fucking date instead of spending my nights jerking off to a waitress!"

I was dressed and knocking on Jamie's door at eight the next day, sharp. Jamie met my smile with one of his own, and we walked outside to my car. There was nothing new playing right now interested either of us, so I took Jamie to a small theatre near my place that plays a lot older "cult-y" movies from the 70's 80's and 90's. They use the nostalgia factor to draw in the college kids. It works; I've seen The Goonies there twice. Jamie told me that he had never seen The Breakfast Club, which first made me feel sad, and then old. It was playing, so I insisted that we go see it.

"So, what did you think?" I asked Jamie as we stepped out of the theatre. I checked my watch. It was a just after ten. But also a Friday, so the night was still young.

"Pretty good. I think my favorite was the pot smoking scene. And that terrible dance montage!" Jamie answered, with a smile.

"Glad you liked it" I smiled back.

"Bender seemed kindaold, though."

"Yeah. I think Judd Nelson is something like ten years older than the rest of the cast. Kind of weird."

Jamie's face adopted a more serious tone. "So, was that what you dressed like in high school, or were more like those guys in Wham?"

I smirked gave him a light punch in the arm. "No, smartass. I dressed like David Hasslehoff in Knight Rider." I think I might still have that leather jacket somewhere.

Jamie rubbed his arm and smiled. "What would you like to do now, sir?"

God I loved it when he called me that. "Hmm, you hungry boy?"

"Not really. I think I had too much popcorn." Jamie rubbed is belly a little.

"Alright well, if you want, my place is right around the corner from here. We could hang out there, and maybe order a pizza later? No pressure though." Truth be told, this was sort of my plan.

But hey, I'm a gentleman. I'm not going to pounce on him or anything. Don't want to scare him off. Just figured it'd be a nice place to sit, talk, and maybe grope him a little.

Jamie's face brightened. Hooked. "I'd really like that sir."

I reached over and ruffled his hair. "Alright then boy, follow me."

As I turned and walked towards my squad car, Jamie followed closely behind. I opened his door for him, and then walked around to my side and hopped in.

"They let you use your squad car even when you're not working?" asked Jamie, as I started the car.

"I'm allowed to use it when I'm off duty as long as I stay in my jurisdiction, and everything I do is pretty close together anyway." I pulled out of the parking space and headed out of the lot.

"Sohave you ever taken it out of the city without permission?" Jamie as his scanned the interior of the car.

I grinned and responded, "Yeah, once. Me and my buddies ended up taking it on a road trip to Atlantic City for the weekend. It was pretty crazy. There was a lot of drinking and gambling, from what I can remember. " Damn, I need to see if I can find those pictures.

"Did you get in trouble?" Jamie responded, his interest peaked.

"Nah, my old partner helped cover for me. He chewed my ass out for it though. He was kind of a hard ass, but I knew that going into it. I tired anything I could think of to get away with it. I was this close to trying the reverse odometer trick from Ferris Bueller's Day Off." I held my finger and thumb up.

"That's another movie I've never seen." Jamie scanned outside the window as we pulled up to a red light.

I turned to him and squeezed his leg. "I have a feeling we're going to be spending a lot of time at that theatre."

"We're here." I pulled into the parking garage while Jamie looked out the window.

"Nice place."

"It's nice enough, and pretty close to work." I parked the car in my usual space and shut the engine off. "Come on boy, let's get inside."

Jamie got out of his side of the car and walked beside me towards the door inside. "Bet the tenants like having a cop in the building."

I chuckled and held the door for him. "Yeah, something like that I guess. I always end up with a lot of cookies around the holidays."

"Lucky you." Jamie made his way towards the elevator. "What floor?"

"Third, but we're taking the stairs." Jamie let out a little groan. "Elevators make for fat boys. Come on." Another small sigh from behind as I walk up the stairs. "Lazy."

We made our way up the two flights, and walked Jamie to my door. "Behold, my man cave," I proclaimed as opened the door, flicked on the light, and led him inside.

Jamie walked in and stood in the living room, and looked around. I guess my apartment is pretty nice. It's not huge, but it's more than enough room for me. I work out at the station, so all I really need are a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and a place for a big TV. Have I mentioned I love TV?

"Did you decorate yourself?" His eyes wandered among my furniture.

"I picked out the leather couches. Everything else was my sister."

"Aww, that was nice of her."

"No it wasn't. She was still living at home and wanted to use my place as an experiment."

"Oh. Well, that was nice of you."

"Yeah, I figured as long as I made her stick to black, she couldn't really mess it up that badly"

I watched Jamie smirk as he examined the room. He walked over to the wall next to my TV. It was a bookcase, stacked up and down with DVD's.

"Wow, someone likes their movies." He looked through the titles.

I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder. "TV shows actually. It's sort of a hobby. I'm sure we'll be watching a lot of these in the future; Come on boy, let me show you the rest of the place."

I led him down the hall, and pointed to the kitchen on my right. "Thirsty?" He shook his head no, and I continued down the hall. "The bathroom is on the left, and laundry room on the right. And this" I moved to the door at the end of the hall and pushed it open. "Is the bedroom."

I'm actually a little proud of my bedroom. It's the only part of the house I actually gave my sister specifics about. I stood in the doorframe and turned up the lights. Jamie walked past me and took in the room. His eyes were instantly drawn to the huge, black, king size bed in front of him. The walls are black, illuminated by a set of lights on dimmer switch. I even sprang for the lights that flicker like candles. I'm a stickler for proper mood lighting. The large window facing the street was covered by a large black curtain. Nothing ruins a day off like being woken up early by the sun.

"So what do you think?" I leaned against the door frame, watching him take the room in.

"It's really" He paused "Hot."

I smirked, again. "Glad you approve." I sat on the side of the bed and pulled out my cell phone. "I'm gonna go ahead and order the pizza, gimme a sec."

As I placed the order, I watched Jamie. He sat on the bed, next to me, and continued eyeing the room. He noticed my dresser, the closet, and then finally, the drawers built into the bed's platform by his feet. I finished the call.

"Well, we've got an hour to kill." I put my phone on my night stand. "Any ideas boy?" I caught his eyes.

He swallowed. "UhI" Heh. Cute.

I didn't bother letting him finish.

I leaned in, grabbed him by the back of his neck, and kissed him.

His lips are like honey. Want more.

I slipped my hand from his neck, and stroked it down to the small of his back. I pressed his body closer to mine.

I gently swiped my tongue over his lips. He lets out a soft moan, barely audible, and opened his mouth for me.

I slowly deepened our kiss, and stroked the side of his face with my free hand. So soft...

I broke our kiss and looked at him. His eyes were still closed. They opened and he looked at me. I smiled at him, and moved onto the bed. Laying on my side, I beckoned him over to me. He crawled over, eager but a little nervous. I slid my arm around his waist and pulled him into me.

"Relax boy," I spoke softly to him and stroked his back; "It's just you and me." I moved in, and went back to kissing him.

I kept my arm around him as we kissed, this time deeper. He tasted just a little sugary. Honey.

I swung onto my back and lifted him onto my chest. He let out a little squeak, but never broke our kiss. My hands roamed up and down his back. He gently started stroking my chest, still unsure of what he should be doing.

I lost track of time while we were like that. I wanted him. My hands moved faster, my groping more urgent. I wanted him NOW. I growled into his mouth and flipped us over. I pinned his arms by his sides and locked eyes with him. His face was flushed, he was panting. But he didn't look scared. I bared my teeth and growled. Consciously or not, he moved to expose his neck, and I took the invitation.

His skin tasted as good as his mouth. I licked and sucked at his neck. I bit at his shoulder. I heard him let out a low moan. Fuck. I wanted more. I wanted

*knock knock*

I stopped. Jamie burst into laughter. "I think the pizza's here." He giggled.

I groaned in frustration and lifted myself off of him. "You lucked out this time boy."

He followed me off of the bed and out of the room. "I respectfully disagree with you, sir."