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The communicator Erol was holding gave off a scratching sound before a voice chimed in. “Calling all frequencies, there’s a 10-38 in need of assistance in Sector 4. Nearest Hellcat report back for confirmation, over.” And then silence.
He scouted the surroundings for a second, reassuring himself that he had little else to do where he currently was, then thumbed the answer-button. “Squadron 7 ready for 10-38. We’re in sector 3, wrapping up, over.”
Another second passed. “Go ahead, Commander. Over.”
In between training cadets in proper zoomer-use at the stadium, being out in the Pumping Stations regulating metal head population, and trying to relax in his free time, Erol was given the regular footwork of any other officer in Haven. There was always a need for the forces out in the open streets and Praxis was not one to waste resources. Usually it was petty matters of zoomer-robbery or speeding, mere thieves and adrenaline-junkies needing to be arrested. Erol was for some reason never there for when the shit really hit the fan, like when the Underground resurfaced and sabotaged something of the Baron’s. He seemed to miss out every time, conveniently.
Not this time, though. An apparent car chase was in progress, down in the sectors where cars were allowed. Erol checked the time on his communicator. He had 35 minutes left on the clock, then he could unwind. He didn’t want to have this be his last job of the day, but he wasn’t one to slack off. He waved his people over to him and restarted the motor on the Hellcat Cruiser.
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29 minutes left on the clock, Erol arrived at the site, a slightly out-of-city bounds road with a car out in the side of the track, two other officers standing around, ready to greet Erol’s squad. Erol himself could not, at that time, see the culprit anywhere. The matte black low-rider had inky tinted windows.
The two officers opened the case up for them, giving Erol the exposition. They said that it was some foreigner who had driven 89 in a 75-zone, got picked up by the radar and pulled over without further ado. They said they were glad that it had been Erol who responded since they needed a real intimidating Commander like him to teach that speeding jerk-off a lesson, and then they chuckled at the prospect.
Erol noted the comment, but stashed it away, since he felt it was so far below his jurisdiction to be there anyway. He accepted the task though, out of obligation, and took the arrest-sheet out of their hands and walked over beside the window.
Erol checked the time again, just for reassurance. Coming down to 26 minutes now. He sighed audibly before tapping the dark glass with a knuckle. In a smooth, automatic motion, the pane slid down and a familiar face stirred Erol just enough to make his mouth drop open half an inch.
“Oh, wow. A good evening to you, Commander. You look astounding. And just a little astounded, too.” Razer remarked with a signature smile. Erol was almost unable to answer, his throat feeling sour all at once.
“Keep your voice down. I’ll be handling this arrest, and you will act the part.” Erol spoke low, keeping his calm the best he could. “First off: what are you doing in Haven?”
Razer stuck his elbow out the window, leaning up and closer. “Business. And then pleasure.”
Erol scribbled a nonsense message on his communicator, pretending to write down info in front of him and the officers in the vicinity.
“You couldn’t keep your foot off the gas? I’m sure you have a half-assed reason for why that is.” He went back to staring into Razer’s eyes. Anyone could get drawn into his trap, and Erol was right on the path.
“You’re absolutely right. But you don’t want to hear it, do you?” Razer replied, copying the low tone Erol was going for. Out of sight of the other officers, Razer’s slow hand grazed Erol’s when he pulled his arm back into the car. All the elements were there, and Erol was about to burst out shouting at how ridiculously timed it all was. He was luckily a master of suppression.
Razer’s other unseen hand was making another accidental touch, this time by Erol’s waist. “Besides… Isn’t your shift ending soon?”
Erol stepped back, opening the car door in one fluid motion. “You step out now, and we will get you back to a place where we can better decide what to do with you. Hands above your head.” He said, with his best authoritative voice.
Razer stepped out, eyes still on Erol’s until he had to turn his body to let himself be cuffed. Erol led his hands behind his lower back, squeezing his wrists just a little too tight before putting them in the restraints. He had to keep himself pushed against the back of Razer’s legs, allegedly to keep him from trying anything during the cuffing. It got him a knowing side-eye from the culprit. Erol dragged him by the neck of his shirt over to the Hellcat’s cage.
“Send for a tow-tank. We can’t have this gaudy junkpile taking up space on a track used by respectable citizens.” Erol commanded, and a Guard was immediately there to send the message, and another Guard ready to open the cage in the back. Razer stepped up willingly, turning around to give Erol one last grin for the ride before the hood descended again.
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11 minutes left, Erol drove to the nearest HQ to ‘drop off the cargo’. When they opened up the back, Razer was ready and standing, hopping out without another word. The rest of the officers took off after they had their orders served by Erol.
The two, alone now, walked the corridors, with Erol unnecessarily holding Razer by the nape, pushing him along. Razer took the walk in strides, looking overly comfortable and smug out the corner of Erol’s eye.
He took a sharp turn, slamming a door open and leading Razer in first, automatically locking the entrance behind them. It was just them in a sealed-off window-less cube of a room, nothing but a table and two chairs as the only furniture.
Erol decided to shove Razer across the room to suggest a seat in one of the chairs. He quietly complied, acting aloof as he so often did. Erol took a seat too, and did nothing other than look stiffly at Razer for a time.
“Since I’m still working, I’ll just ask straight up; what were you really doing, speeding? Is it some sort of attention-seeking tactic? You know exactly how much those roads are patrolled.” Erol rested his elbow on the edge of the table, supporting his jaw with his fist.
Razer resumed his smirking. “I actually sent you a kind thought in those moments, running so fast along the roads. I wanted to have fun, I do like to have fun. Don’t know why you came to mind, though.” He relaxed even more in his seat, despite still being cuffed, leaning his head just slightly to the side. “I was hoping to get picked up by the cops and frisked. You being the one to do it, that was just the cherry on top.”
Erol leaned closer, humming a satisfied note. “So it was attention-seeking.”
Razer mimicked, leaning inward. Without the table they could have been close enough to touch. “And it worked perfectly.”
A coat of silence lay over the scene again. Erol discreetly checked his watch again. Just 6 minutes left now. Unbearable. He tapped the metal table’s surface with his free hand.
Razer then brought back speech to the setting. “If you are going to detain me in silence anyway, might I enjoy a cigarette?”
“You can do that once we’re through.”
Razer cocked an eyebrow. “What are we doing here, then?”
“We’re going to keep talking. Or keep being silent. In a few minutes we can get started with what we’re meant to be doing here.” Erol then got up from his chair. He paced calmly across the floor, stopping beside Razer’s seat. He looked down, examining the confident eyes that looked back up at him. Physical restraints did nothing to shadow Razer’s pride, he realised.
“But… You gave me an idea. You said before that you wanted to be frisked. I didn’t see any of the other Guards on the scene fulfilling that procedure.”
Erol bent down low enough to reach properly inside Razer’s pants’ pockets. He felt all around the inner space of the pouch, simultaneously squeezing the thighs underneath. Razer clearly played along, not making a peep or making any moves. Erol pressed his palms all over his shirt, rummaging the chest-pocket. His hands went back down by a little, then stopped directly below Razer’s pecs. His left palm felt around his rib, discovering the bump he was looking for. “Aha.”
Erol calmly unbuttoned the first 4 holes of the shirt, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric, tracing a concealed leather strap all the way to the holster it held up. He managed to pry it open, groping the slim space for what he was hoping to find. Erol retrieved his hand, holding up the stolen good between two fingers. “You have this entire setup just for emergency smokes?”
“Are you even surprised?” Razer smiled. “So are you going to let me have one after all?”
Erol laughed back. He himself had an emergency tool strapped to his body; a lighter. He slipped it out of its compartment on his leg. “Maybe. I’ll go first, though.”
Taking one out of the box, Erol let the cigarette find its place between his lips. The cigarette was lit, and he immediately inhaled, making the end glow and flake intensely. He held that one breath for so long, Razer counted the slow seconds in his mind, before he let a grey cloud emerge from a slit in his lips and nostrils. Erol closed his eyes and relaxed his neck for barely a minute. He then got back to what he was actually going to do.
“Get up.” He demanded. Razer wasn’t about to reject a stern order, so he obeyed, standing up to look Erol closely and directly into his eyes. “I have one last question before we’re done with the interrogation.” Erol pulsed the smoke some more, intentionally hitting Razer in the face with his grey breath. “Have you ever fucked while in police detention?”
Razer blinked approvingly. He turned his neck and eyed the cameras pointed at him in every corner of the ceiling, then murmured, “You’re not scared of being watched?”
“I know for a fact,” Erol closed in on him, hands snaking all the way around his waist, an effort to push his body against Razer’s, “that those 4 cameras have not worked in a long, long time. Why do you think we walked all the way down a hall full of open interrogation-offices?”
A loud click ended his sentence. Then, Erol butted his cigarette on the metal table, flicking the rest of it out into the room. The now-opened cuffs slid off Razer’s wrists and appeared in Erol’s hands right before he threw them across the room. Then, to round off the string of sounds and actions, a beeping alarm came from Erol’s communicator. Zero minutes, zero seconds. Officially off the clock, and he could finally pinch Razer’s nape and pull him in for a disheveled kiss.
With newly freed hands, Razer’s first instinct was to let them roam all over Erol, drawing him in subtly by pushing his shoulder-blades toward himself, then moving down to put a strain on his waist and last give his cheeks a gentle squeeze.
Since Erol was sandwiched between Razer and the table, they didn’t hesitate to make the decision of pushing Erol even closer to the furniture, getting him to sit up on the edge and open his legs to Razer. Erol did just that, and proceeded to greedily kiss Razer, kissing his mouth raw and moving on to his neck. He had no patience left, so Razer’s belt was coming off in one go, zipper unzipped dangerously fast, underwear tugged out of the way. One hand stroking him ready, another picking Erol’s pocket for a condom. He handed the packet to Razer, giving himself a few seconds to undo his own pants.
Razer’s breathing was quickening, since there was a sudden rise in pressure to get ready. With the condom slicked on and Razer finding the travel-sized lube from his secret pouch, he didn’t think twice before turning Erol around by his sides, getting him to bend over the flat table-top, all clothes from the waist down dragged downwards too.
Erol decided to remain more passive than usual, keeping his hands tethered to the table instead of interfering. He waited for Razer to make the move, which did not take long; soon enough, there was a rather slick, intrusive finger prying Erol’s opening, making him wince and tense at once, in a rather good way. With oiled ease, the digit curled and went deeper, twisting and giving a thorough oiling of the inside walls. Erol sighed pleasantly when it was accompanied by another, and another, but it couldn’t get better once they were out and he felt the tip of a familiar cock pressing against him. He gave way, and Razer did not waste time. He too, made that same sigh of pleasure once he had covered his cock in the skin-tight warmth of Erol.
Going from 0 to 100, Razer took it up a notch in terms of intensity. He didn’t think there was time to spare for a long, generous fucking. Determined, he gave it his all and thrust at a rough pace, making the table shake and give a clattering noise for every shove. Those walls couldn’t be thin, he hoped.
Erol felt the painful jab of the table’s sharp edge digging into his abdomen again and again. He would never admit it with words, but that kind of treatment was exactly what he had needed for a long time. And the fact that it was Razer who was treating him was another pleasure he didn’t care to admit.
“You’ve had fantasies about this, huh?” Razer breathed into Erol’s ear. “You’ve craved getting to do something dangerous like this — fucking at work, mere feet away from the other officers? The thrill —” He trailed off, getting too distracted by all of the sensations.
Erol could deny it. But he was in too deep to convince Razer otherwise. “Just focus on fucking me and shut your mouth already.”
Razer retaliated by nibbling a little too roughly at a nearby earlobe, teeth traveling to Erol’s strained neck. There was a hand making its way toward Erol’s so far untouched cock, making the owner hiss and huff from the surprise touch and grip, the hand’s fingers folding around him in order to jerk him off at the same pace Razer was fucking him. More curses escaped Erol’s lips, and it wasn’t long before something sent both of them over the edge, Razer going first, headlong into a held-back scream of an orgasm, while his pace was unchanged to give Erol the leverage. It was over in a whimper and a wetness dripping down his cock. Razer could now stop and heave for a bit before pulling out and taking the spent condom off neatly.
Erol finally stretched his back upright again, wiped a bit of sweat from his temple and bent down to his pants that were slouched around his ankles to buckle them back on and look for a tissue in one of the many strapped on pockets. Razer was putting himself together in the background, trying to get his shirt to look less wrinkled and his hair less disheveled, otherwise he watched Erol cautiously cleaning his spots off the floor. He found comfort in seeing Erol’s hair being fucked, too, but he still walked over so that when Erol got up from his knees, Razer could hold him still and run his fingers through the gelled coppery strands, trying to get them to lie in place again.
Erol seemed a little put off by the chummy gesture. “I think my hair is okay without your help.” He put his hands over Razer’s wrists in a weak attempt at dissuading him from finger-combing him any further.
Razer tutted. “You can’t see what I see. Or do you deliberately want the other Guards out there to know what you’ve been up to, Commander?”
Again, Erol would never admit that. Once Razer was done styling him, Erol still held his wrists for a moment, wanting to kiss him again but never acting on it.
Razer seemed perpetually endeared by him. “And my judgement — what will the sentencing be?”
“Oh, that,” Erol let go and adjusted the collar of his top, then finished answering, giving the reply to Razer absent-mindedly, “You’ll get a slap on the wrist.”
“I think I just did.” Razer was surprised Erol didn’t slap him for that.
“Next time you want to fuck, you don’t have to go and get yourself arrested. The other Guards aren’t as nice as me.” Erol pushed lightly at Razer’s collarbone. It didn’t deter Razer in the least, who pushed his collarbone back against the hand to steal a kiss from Erol’s jaw. “Aw, but it ended up being fun, no?”
Erol turned away at last, heading for the door. “You wanna go get that smoke now?”
Razer followed. “At yours?”
Erol put in the code. “Sure. Unless there are more public places you want to get indecent in?” He looked at Razer, shooting him a rare mischievous smile.
It was 12 hours and 41 minutes until Erol clocked in again tomorrow. He let Razer go out the door first, watching him leave with something akin to joy.