Hard To Get

Carter's back arched as he let out a groan of pleasure.

Randy smirked and closed his eyes, concentrating on making the both of them feel good. Before Carter could even see it happening, he would be on Randy's side. He'd see.

Carter attached his mouth to the side of Randy's neck, sucking lightly.

Randy groaned, his nail digging into Carter's hip as he increased his pace.

Carter bit his lip, "Randy I'm...I'm gonna..."

"Do it," Randy breathed, moving one hand to stroke Carter in time with his thrusts.

Carter felt himself rush over the edge, letting out a mix of slurs and Randy's name.

Randy moaned loudly, Carter's walls giving and releasing pressure in a way that pushed him over the edge cumming long and hard in Carter.

Carter held Randy against him, snuggling into his chest. "That was...woah..."

Randy chuckled. "Yes, I can agree that whoa is an accurate term for what just happened," he said, wrapping his arms around Carter.

Carter smiled, "You are a wonderful man."

Randy smiled. "Yes, I know," he chuckled. "You should, uh, get back to where everyou need to be," he said softly.

"It's my day off. I'm supposed to meet my sister for dinner at 8," Carter softly said.

Randy nodded. "You should go meet her," he said softly, running a finger down the side of his face.

"It's just now 3," Carter softly said. "Trying to get rid of me that easily?"

Randy chuckled. "I didn't know it was so early," he replied. "But I do have some things I need to attend to. So, uh, I'll call you later?"

Carter nodded, knowing Randy wasn't going to call. "Yeah...I'll talk to you later..."

Randy nodded, biting his lip. Right now, he didn't know if he was really gonna call or not.

Carter headed down to the precint, quite the entire time. He honestly didn't know how to feel right now. If he was a lesser man, he'd definitly want to cry. But he didn't cry, at all. Heading into his office, he sat down at his desk and put his head in his hands.

Randy sighed, doing some things he needed to get done for some of his clubs and houses. He didn't know what was in store for him anymore. He was scared to see waht would happen.

After work, Carter headed to a bar with some of the other cops on the force. His mind, however, was still on Randy and hoping he would call even if it was to say that Carter owed him.

Randy finished his work a while later and he felt exhausted. This work could be more than it was worth. He sighed and picked up the phone, dialing Carter's number.

Carter practically jumped with joy when his phone went off. He answered it, playing it cool. "Carter here."

'Hey, Carter. It's Randy," Randy said coolly, not showing any signs of how happy he was that Carter answered.

Carter nodded, waving at his buds when they asked who it was. "Hey whats going on?"