Jimmy's Days Get Much Brighter

Maurice, a slashfic in two parts

Rating: NC-17 for graphic male-male sex

Pairing: Jimmy Doherty/Maurice Boscorelli (with a cameo appearance by Bobby Caffey)

Disclaimer: "Third Watch," with its related characters and themes, does not belong to me. I make no money from this venture.

Dedication: This slashfic is for Skippy from Kicking and Screaming, for Parker Posey and her "ding" diatribe, and for Ewan McGregor.

Wherein questions are asked: is Bosco circumcised?; are Davis and Nieto having an affair?; and which came first, the sex or the love?

Notice: I realize that according to the first episode it would be a lot more likely if Bosco had a history with Sully, but I prefer Jimmy because I'm shallow and lookist.

"Maurice" Part Two: Jimmy's Days Get Much Brighter, Eventually

"You're in a worse mood than usual. Something happen with Jimmy?"

"I'm going to kill him."

"What happened?"

"He wanted sex."

"So?"

"So I didn't."

"Why not?"

"I hate him."

"He spent the night."

"He slept on the sofa without my permission."

"Oh. I thought... I was hoping. You know."

"He didn't even kiss me."

"Something happened?"

"Something happened. And he didn't even kiss me."

"Little shit."

"Exactly."

"I'll hold him down, you kick his ass."

"Good."

Bosco went home after work, dropped his gear, changed, ate. As he was turning on the TV, there was a knock at the door. He turned off the TV and checked the peephole. Brenda. He unlocked the door and opened it. "What do you want?"

"Hi. Sorry to bother you." She giggled and walked away; he frowned; Jimmy appeared. Jimmy with a box.

"Figured you wouldn't open the door if you knew it was me," Jimmy said.

"You're right."

"I brought you something."

"Give it to Brenda. Kim. Joey. The next woman who tries to get in your pants."

"Where's Thor?"

"What the fuck do you care?"

Jimmy lowered the box. Bosco looked inside and saw a little gray scrap of fur. "It's another girl, so they won't have kittens. Why did they name a girl Thor?"

"Leave it to you to check out the sex of everything you come across. You are not bringing that in here."

"You can name it."

"Can I kill it?"

"Even you aren't that mean."

"Try me. Doherty, I mean it, you aren't getting in here."

"You need another cat. You can't leave Thor alone all of the time, she'll get lonely and depressed."

"So I'll buy her some Zoloft."

Jimmy shouldered his way past Bosco and into the apartment. He set down the box, set the cat on the floor. The cat went straight for Bosco, rubbing against Bosco's ankles, sitting on Bosco's bare feet.

"She likes you."

"Now I have to housetrain two of these things?"

"It's not hard."

"I'm guessing you let Kim potty-train Joey?"

"No, I took care of it. He was embarrassed about discussing guy stuff with a girl." Jimmy rolled his eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

"I want you to let me fuck you."

"The direct approach." Bosco had to pick up the cat to be able to walk. "You expect me to say yes?"

"I can always hope."

Bosco sat on the sofa and put the cat on the floor. It wandered around his ankles some more. Thor came over to visit. "Well, you can't fuck me, so go away."

"You don't do that anymore, either?"

"That's right, I don't."

"Bosco?"

"Fuck off, Doherty."

He walked around, sat beside Bosco on the sofa without stepping on any kittens. "Did something happen?"

"Something like what?"

"Somebody forced you? Somebody...did something to you?"

"What, did somebody rape me? Hell no."

"So what happened? Bosco, I know you like guys. I know you like sucking guys and fucking guys and getting it yourself. So what changed?"

"Maybe I just don't want you."

"Then say so."

"I have."

"Who've you been with? For the past eight months?"

"That's none of your business."

"You been picking up guys in bars? Seeing anybody regular?"

"It's none of your business."

"Bosco-"

"What about you? Tell me what you've been doing all of this time."

"My usual thing. Different girl every night. Different woman every night, sorry."

Bosco snorted. "Like I care."

Jimmy grinned. "Kim hassles me about it."

"She would. So if you're packing it in regularly, why'd you come like a train wreck last night?"

"I...had a dry spell. After all of that regular fucking, I just...stopped. So it's been a few weeks."

"Weeks. Jimmy Doherty went weeks without sex?"

"Proves I can do it."

"You didn't even, you know..." Bosco made the universal hand motion.

"It didn't help."

"I hear you."

"So you haven't been getting it regular?"

"Not for a while."

"How long's a while?"

"A while."

"Bosco?"

"What?"

"Let me fuck you."

"Hell no."

"Suck me?"

"I'll fuck you. That's it."

"You've gotta be kidding me."

"Don't you do that anymore?" Bosco asked.

"Damn it, Bosco."

"It's that or nothing. Brenda's still available."

"You'd better make it good."

"Don't I always?"

They went to the bedroom. Bosco closed the door to keep out the cats. They stripped. Jimmy didn't know why he was self-conscious. He skimmed a hand down Bosco's chest, trailed his fingertips over rivules of muscle and curves of bone. He ran his palm down Bosco's slender satin back, leaning in to press his mouth to Bosco's neck. He wanted Bosco's hands on him, Bosco's mouth on him, Bosco's body against him. But Bosco just stood there, letting him kiss and grope. He tasted the slight path of dark hairs over Bosco's chest; his mouth made love to Bosco's nipples; and he found himself on his knees licking Bosco's balls. He got to his feet and Bosco reached out, slid hands down his torso from shoulders to hips bypassing his nipples, and pushed him back to the bed. He laid down, on his back, and Bosco reached to the nightstand, in the drawer, got lube and a condom.

"No."

Bosco knelt between his thighs. "No?"

"No condom."

"You want me to get whatever you're carrying?"

"I'm clean."

"You're clean? You fuck a different woman every night and you're clean?"

They'd been through this before, but months had passed, and whatever trust Bosco had had was gone. "I always use a condom. Every time. But I don't want that with you. Bosco, I swear I'm clean. I get tested all the time, and I know you do, too."

"So you're asking me to believe that you practice extra-safe sex with everyone else you've ever had, but just not with me."

"Yes."

Bosco tossed the condom back in the drawer. "Open up."

There was nothing else like this, nothing. Bosco was the only man that Jimmy'd ever been with, ever touched, ever kissed. Bosco made his body hum, his blood sizzle, and that was just with a kiss. Bosco ruled his every nerve ending. It was incredible. Nothing brought him higher than Bosco pushing into his body. Except maybe thrusting into Bosco's body.

There had been times when he'd gotten tired of strict missionary position sex, so he'd tried to find women who were a little more inventive. Two of those women had tried to get into his ass, one with her fingers and one with a dildo, and he hadn't let them. If only he'd known then what he knew now. He'd never guessed, hadn't dared, the intense pleasure that getting fucked could bring.

Bosco collapsed bonelessly beside him.

He'd been used, and he knew it. Bosco'd just fucked him, nothing more. He knew what the full Bosco sex experience was like, both the extended foreplay and the fuck-me-now versions, and he'd just gotten neither. Open legs, insert cock.

And god, it had been so good. How could he ever hope to have a sexual experience to compare?

Bosco groaned, rolled over. Nothing like a good orgasm to put him into a dead sleep. He checked the clock, closed his eyes, rolled over again. He could sleep some more. Except that there was a hand on his hip, rubbing up his side, stroking into his pelvis, and it wasn't his hand, which meant that it was Jimmy's hand.

"Bosco, you awake?"

"No."

"Can I fuck you?"

"No."

"Suck me."

"Suck me first." Eyes still closed, he rolled to his back, and Jimmy followed, getting on top of him. Apparently this morning he was getting Foreplay Jimmy. Sometimes Jimmy got greedy and dove right for his cock; sometimes Jimmy spent half an hour licking his neck first. Not that he'd ever minded. Sex-cock-orgasm was great, he loved the thrill of just getting off, but sometimes, before, they'd spent forever just kissing, tongue-sucking, making out on the sofa, on the bed, up against the wall.

Bosco sighed and shifted on the mattress as Jimmy sucked his right nipple. He had sensitive nipples, and he couldn't stand this, and he knew Jimmy knew it. Jimmy's hands caught his hips and pinned him to the bed as Jimmy's tongue made love to his other nipple now. Without opening his eyes he reached down and pushed on the top of Jimmy's head, urging Jimmy south. Jimmy chuckled against his skin and kissed down his chest, then licked up his ribcage, then tongue-fucked his navel. Oh yeah. Jimmy sucked the skin just below his navel, fingers tracing over his pelvic bone.

Was there anything better than Jimmy's tongue on his balls? Well, to be honest, yes, but Bosco didn't care, it felt too good, it made him hard, it made him think of all the things that might come next.

Jimmy's tongue came over the head of Bosco's cock. Jimmy really liked precum. Not that Bosco didn't, too, but Jimmy really liked it, lapped it up like more wouldn't be coming real soon anyway.

Jimmy licked up the underside of Bosco's cock, sucked at the head, licked down and up again, and then rose up, coming close to Bosco again, over Bosco, looking down into Bosco's eyes. Offering his finger.

Bosco opened his mouth. Accepted Jimmy's forefinger. Drew it in deep, watching Jimmy's eyes roll back a little, watching Jimmy fight for control. Licked on it, sucked on it, then ever-so-gently raked his teeth over the sensitive tip. Jimmy liked teeth. Jimmy was going to come on him.

Jimmy shuddered, smirked, pulled back. "I should pay you for this."

"You should," Bosco agreed.

Jimmy slid down again, took Bosco's cock into his mouth, lowered his finger, pressed it where Bosco had given him permission. God, that was hotter and tighter even than he remembered, perfect, beautiful. He sucked down Bosco's cock, fucked Bosco with his finger, felt Bosco's hips lift and then Bosco came, down his throat, in his mouth, perfect, beautiful. Silent.

Jimmy moved up the bed again, laid down on his back beside Bosco. "My turn."

Bosco sighed, sitting up, running a hand over his hair. "Fine. Try not to come in the first second, all right?"

The thing was, if you had sex with Bosco and then left him alone, he'd be fine. But if you kept playing with him, he'd get horny again.

Jimmy wanted to see if Bosco would get turned on by sucking him. Bosco had already come from fucking him, and then being sucked, so maybe this wouldn't be enough of a stimulus. Still, it was worth a try. In the past, before, there wouldn't have been a question, he wouldn't even wonder; but now, maybe Bosco didn't care enough to be aroused at this point, wasn't interested enough.

Bosco's hands slid up his body from hips to shoulders. Bosco's mouth descended on his collarbone, kissing over it, sucking at it. God yes, he'd missed this. He wrapped his arms around Bosco, pulled Bosco's body closer until Bosco was resting on him, full-body contact, warm and silky and masculine and heavy, with a sheen of sweat against him. Bosco stroked down his sides again and licked his voicebox, then slid down slightly. Teeth scraped across his pec and he hissed before Bosco's lips found his nipple. Gentle wet heat suction and then teeth again and he twisted a little but Bosco held on to his shoulders and applied more teeth and he hissed again at the sting of pleasure. He was way too turned on for this to last long; Bosco wasn't the type to take pity on him, though, and he was tortured with more. Bosco's short fingernails raked down his sides as Bosco licked down his body. There was a trail of soft wet kisses to his navel, then fingers stroking behind his balls while Bosco licked around the base of his cock. He moaned with pleasure. Bosco was the best cocksucker ever in Jimmy's wide experience. Bosco knew how to work his body until he screamed with the agony of pleasure before he even came. This time he was close, ready, even with the edge taken off by his earlier orgasm. Bosco licked back to mouth his balls, lapped along his perineum, then licked at his ass for just a second to let him want it without getting nearly enough. Bosco backed off again, went back to his cock, sucked just lightly at the head, just a little, enough to make him feel his orgasm crowding up ready to explode. Bosco relented, then sucked him right down the whole way and suckled, suckled hard, made him erupt screaming down Bosco's throat. God it hurt. So good.

Bosco let go and crawled up the bed, ready to go back to sleep. Just as his eyes closed, he felt a hand on his cock.

"You're hard again," Jimmy said.

He pushed into Jimmy's grasp, eyes opening again. Jimmy rubbed and squeezed a little, looking into his eyes. They lay there, on their sides, gazes locked, Jimmy's hand on him. He got harder, breathed harder, parted his lips, shuddered, but didn't let his eyes waver. And Jimmy looked back at him, watching him near orgasm, jerking him off slowly but expertly, drawing it out, watching him feel the pleasure that Jimmy could give.

"Come on, Bosco," Jimmy said softly.

Bosco came, gritting his teeth, hips pumping into Jimmy's hand. He waited, coming down, trying to breathe, rolling to his back and breaking eye contact. "You're such a bastard."

"You just came all over me."

"You started it."

Jimmy showered, dried, dressed. He walked over to stand by the bed, watching Bosco sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in close. "Bosco," he whispered.

Bosco frowned slightly in sleep.

"I'm coming back tonight."

"The hell you are," Bosco said, somewhat slurred.

He rested a hand on Bosco's six-pack. "You gonna let me fuck you tonight?"

"Hell no."

He brushed his lips over Bosco's naked shoulder. "Later."

"Fuck you," Bosco mumbled, back to sleep. Jimmy tugged the sheet up to cover more of that naked body and stood.

Two nights later, when Bosco and Faith were just starting work and going to their car, Kim ran over to them. "Faith, can you watch Joey for two seconds?"

"Two seconds," Faith said.

"I'll make it quick," Kim promised. "Joey-"

"Bosco!" Joey shouted, running over to them.

"Hey, Joey," Bosco said. "How you been?"

"You two know each other?" Faith asked.

"I want to hear about this," Kim said. "I'll be right back. Joey, you stay right here, you hear me? I'll be right back." She ran into the building.

"What's going on?" Bosco asked Joey. "What're you doing here?"

"Shawna's busy today and so's Grandma. I get to hang out with Dad."

"That sounds cool," Bosco said.

"What's all that stuff?" Joey asked, pointing to the gear hanging from Bosco's belt.

"That's important cop stuff," Bosco said. "All police officers get it."

"You got a shiny badge like on TV?"

"Sure, want to see it?" Bosco handed it to him.

"My dad has handcuffs."

"Does he?" Faith asked.

"They're in his dresser drawer. Do you use that gun?"

"Yes."

"My dad doesn't use his."

"Your dad has a gun?" Bosco asked.

"I'm not allowed to touch it. But I saw it."

"You'd better not touch it," Bosco said. "I have one because I'm a cop and I use it to catch criminals. Why does your dad have one?"

"To keep us safe," Joey said. "Like you."

Kim ran out again. "Guys, I'm sorry. Bosco, can I see you for a minute?"

"Back in a sec," Bosco told Joey, stepping aside with Kim. "What?"

"I need money. I have some at home, I can pay you back tomorrow."

"Ask Bobby or your ex-husband."

"I can't. Bobby would never give me any, and Jimmy - - please, Bos, I'll pay you back tomorrow."

"What's this for?"

"I have to bail Jimmy out of jail. I need somebody to watch Joey, I'll be working-"

"He's in jail?!" Bosco demanded.

"I know. I'm ready to kill him but I can't. I'd leave him in there but somebody has to watch Joey."

"What'd he do?"

"Drunk and disorderly."

"He got drunk? He can handle more beer than - - how much did he drink?!"

"You guys drink together?"

"We don't do anything together. How much did he drink."

"I don't know. Bosco, I have to get to work, you two have to get to work, I need somebody to watch Joey, I don't have enough money on me to-"

"How much do you need?"

Fifteen minutes later, Kim stalked out of the precinct, Jimmy following her looking quiet. "Dad!" Joey shouted. Jimmy picked him up, rested him on one hip.

"You gonna hang out with me tonight?" Jimmy asked.

"Can Bosco come?" Joey asked.

"I have to go arrest people," Bosco said.

"Can I come?" Joey asked.

"It's too dangerous," Bosco said. "You go hang out with your dad."

"Yeah, come on, let's go see the guys," Jimmy said, toting Joey across the street.

"Bye, Bosco!" Joey shouted.

"Bye," Bosco said.

"You okay?" Faith asked Kim.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with him," Kim said. "He fucks up every time I turn around. I don't know how to keep him in line. I can't do it. He doesn't listen to anybody. The only time he was..." She looked at Bosco. "When he was with you. He was a different person when he was with you. He wasn't fucking up anymore."

"Some of us have jobs to do," Bosco said. "Now that you've finished bailing your delinquent ex out of jail, can we go?"

"See you later," Faith told Kim.

"I'll pay you back tomorrow," Kim promised.

"How much money do I have invested in them?" Bosco asked Faith, getting into the car. "Shit."

"What?"

"Joey has my shield. Wait here." He got out of the car and walked over to the firehouse. Jimmy was just coming down the stairs.

"Need this?" Jimmy asked, tossing it to him.

"Doherty."

"Yeah?"

"You got a permit for that gun?"

"What gun?"

"Your gun."

"Shit. Yes, Bosco, I have a permit for it. I bought it legally."

"Where is it?"

"In the top drawer of my nightstand."

"Loaded?"

"Yes."

"And Joey knows where it is?"

"I told him not to touch it."

"Oh, you told him not to touch it. That's great. I know that I always do exactly as I'm told."

"He knows it's dangerous, he knows it could hurt somebody."

"Why do you have it?"

"I live in New York City, Bosco. What is this?"

"This is me not wanting your son to shoot you, himself, or someone else, accidentally or on purpose. This is me not wanting you to shoot yourself, your son-"

"Look. I was in some trouble, I bought it for self-protection. I know how to use it."

"I know how to use a gun. I know ten thousand different procedures and situations, I've been in ten thousand procedures and situations, I know when to discharge my weapon and when to display it and when to keep it holstered. I have put in hours at the firing range, I-"

"Bosco!"

"I know how to use a gun. You bought it out of fear to make yourself feel like a big man because you're scared that you've gotten yourself in trouble. You want to get in any more trouble, a hell of a lot more trouble, you keep the gun. You want to stay safe, you either learn to use it, really learn to use it, or you get rid of it. Does Kim know that you have a gun where her son can get to it?"

"Go to hell."

"Ask me, ask Faith, ask Sully, ask any cop you know how many times we get called in to accidental shootings, kids finding guns, people using them just because they happen to be at hand. Hey, I have a gun, I'm all for people owning guns. But learn how to use it. And keep it the fuck away from your son until he's old enough to learn how to use it." Bosco turned and walked to his car.

Jimmy was waiting when Bosco got off of work. He went into the police station, walked in like he had business there, said hey to people he knew, went to the back, went to the locker room. Bosco had gotten off late and was the only one there, just buttoning jeans when Jimmy walked in and pushed him in the chest and held him there, one palm flat against Bosco's naked clean silky skin. "You pompous self-important arrogant little shit, who the hell do you think you are?!"

Bosco shoved him off, angry, and Bosco's chain shimmered. "You want to assault an officer in the police station, you go ahead, Doherty, you just-"

"Where do you get off telling me how to-"

"You want to be arrested for the second time in twenty-four hours?"

"You're just upset because you wanted to be the one to bring me in, aren't you? I bet you'd just love that."

"I would!" Bosco shouted. "What were you thinking?! Drunk and disorderly - - what'd you do? Get up onstage at your favorite strip club? Pick a fight with somebody?"

"Fuck you," and his voice was thick with hatred, and he knew that his eyes were not filling with tears, because men didn't cry, he didn't cry, he never cried.

"Why'd you do it?"

He pushed Bosco against the locker again, but without violence, his hands settling on Bosco's hips, sliding up Bosco's naked warm skin, and he ducked his head and kissed Bosco's neck.

"Jimmy," Bosco said. "Shit. Jimmy - - Jimmy, we're in the police station. I work here."

He didn't want to let go, it felt so good, Bosco half-naked and warm and so fucking pretty and under his hands, against his lips. And Bosco had called him "Jimmy," had used his first name, and it sounded so intimate, so familiar, he'd wanted to hear it for so long...

"Jimmy."

He let go, backed up, and Bosco said, "I'll drive you home. Shit, I gotta go to my place, check on those idiot cats." Bosco finished dressing and closed the locker and said, "Come on, we'll stop by my place first, make sure they haven't peed all over my apartment."

Bosco let them into the apartment, turning on lights, locking the door again. "Hey, Thor, other cat, you better not have peed on my stuff."

"Aren't you going to name it?" Jimmy asked, shedding his coat.

Bosco dropped his gear in his bedroom. "You name it." He bared his feet and found the kittens, picking up one in each hand. "You guys been good?"

"So domestic."

Bosco set them down and tended to their food and water. "I didn't want them, but now that I have them, I might as well take care of them." Bosco tossed him a soda.

"I'd rather have a beer."

"Not until you tell me why you got arrested."

"I saw you."

"Saw me."

"With that blonde guy."

"What blonde guy?"

"I came over here, you two were just leaving."

"Mark? Last night? I was walking him to the subway."

"You didn't tell me you were seeing somebody."

"You're jealous?!"

"You should have told me. You're such a-"

"I don't believe you! God, Doherty! Mark's - - my friend Patrick, not that I expect you to remember jack shit about me-"

"Patrick? Red-haired guy from high school."

"Right. Mark's his younger brother. He's straight. He's married. I don't even like him. He can't laugh without hiccupping and he doesn't like sports and-"

"So he's just your friend's brother who dropped by."

"Yeah. I have friends, you know. My life doesn't revolve around my job and pining for you."

"You pine for me?"

"You're such a bastard. What, you saw me walking down the hallway with somebody else and you went out and got drunk? What'd you do to get arrested?"

"Peed on the sidewalk."

"Idiot."

"I really had to go."

"Why are you always fucking up your life?"

"You want the pure and good-hearted, go suck Bobby."

"Love to," Bosco said, sitting back, relaxing on the sofa.

"Me too," Jimmy agreed, adopting Bosco's attitude at his side.

"Think he'd let us?" Bosco asked.

"Yeah."

Bosco grinned. "You ask him over to your place, I'll show up, we'll lock the door. Hey, we can use those handcuffs in your dresser."

"You know about those?"

"Joey told me. You never used them on me."

"Wanted to. Thought about it. But you spend your day handcuffing other people, I didn't know if you'd have some weird psychological shit going on about being cuffed yourself."

"I'm not sure I'd like being at your mercy. You'd pull some weird shit."

"I probably would. But you'd like it."

"Think I could get Bobby to suck me?"

"Definitely."

"Let's ask him tomorrow."

"Let's name the gray cat Bobby."

"Thor and Bobby. Works for me. They're both girls."

"I really don't think that they care what you call them."

"Obviously my parents worked on that same theory."

Jimmy laughed.

"Bastard. How much did you drink last night? I know you can drink a lot and not get wasted."

"Not that much. It was more the fuck-it attitude than actually being drunk. But my level was up, so they booked me. Drunk and disorderly, indecent exposure, yada yada yada. Hey. Remember when I got you drunk?"

"Which time?"

"The first time was an accident. The second time was on purpose."

"I know."

"You're so fuckable when you're drunk. I had to do it again to make sure the first time wasn't a fluke."

"I am not fuckable."

"You are. God that was incredible."

"Which time?"

"Both times." Jimmy closed his eyes. "Every time."

"You're not bad yourself."

"I know it. Wanna fuck me?"

"I just did two days ago. Not enough for you?"

"You can never have enough sex," Jimmy said.

"True," Bosco agreed. "You really think I'm fuckable?"

"Absolutely."

"Should I thank you or kick your ass?"

He opened his eyes and grinned. "You could let me prove it."

"Oh no, you're not fucking me."

"You got somebody else to do it for you?"

"Why, you jealous?"

"No way."

"That's why you got drunk and got arrested, because you weren't jealous of seeing me with somebody else?"

"Why would I be jealous? It's not like we're dating."

"I don't date guys. I can't date guys. I have this thing called a job-"

"God, Bosco," Jimmy said, standing again.

"What, doesn't it sound as good coming out of somebody else's mouth?"

"What'd you do, memorize everything I ever said?" Jimmy asked, walking away from the sofa.

"Some of it just sort of stuck with me," Bosco said. "What, are you going to run now? You're going to leave? Because I never asked you to stay."

"Why do you have to make everything so dramatic? Why can't we just have a good time?"

"Because my definition of a good time and your definition of a good time, they don't match."

"Yes they do. We had a great time together...before."

"Before what? Before you dumped me? Before you left me so you could fuck five women a night? Get out, Doherty. Get the fuck out. You know I don't have anything you want."

"Damn it, Bosco!" He hadn't left, Bosco had left, he hadn't-

"Get out!" Bosco shouted, standing and spinning and facing Jimmy, one arm outstretched, finger toward the door. It was a quick, graceful, violent move. Bosco was angry. Bosco was furious.

"My god, you hate me." He knew that he sounded shocked, looked shocked, stunned, but he was. He couldn't play it cool, not this, not anymore.

"You have no idea," Bosco said vehemently. "Get out."

Bosco hated him. Really and truly hated him.

He left.

"Hey, Bosco."

"Kim," Bosco said. "What's going on here?"

"Her boyfriend hit her," Kim said. "Attempted sexual assault, too. Can I, um, talk to you for a second?"

"I got it," Faith told Bosco.

"Sure," Bosco told Kim as the two of them moved away a foot or two. "What's going on?"

"Here's the money I owe you. For Jimmy's bail."

"Thanks." He shoved it in his pocket.

"How do you know Joey?"

"Didn't you ask Joey?"

"Yes."

"What'd he say?"

"I want to hear your version."

Bosco shrugged. "He was over at Doherty's twice when I was there. We spent a Saturday hanging out, and one Sunday the three of us went to a Yankees game."

"Really."

"Yeah. So?"

"So Joey never meets anyone Jimmy's dating."

"Doherty doesn't date. He has a woman a night. They're lucky if they stop at McDonald's first."

"Did you explain to Joey that you two were dating?"

"No. The day of the game we didn't do anything, we were in public, and the other time I didn't sleep over or anything. There was nothing to explain."

"Joey liked you."

"He's a good kid."

"Yeah. You're not so bad yourself. Except when you're being an asshole."

"I'm one up on Doherty, then."

"Ready to go?" Bobby asked Kim.

"Sure," Kim said.

"Hey, Bobby," Bosco said as Kim moved to speak to the victim. "You're a nice Catholic boy, right?"

"That's right," Bobby said.

"And good Catholic girls don't put out until marriage, right?"

"Bosco, why don't you just say something offensive and leave?" Bobby asked.

"I was just going to say," Bosco said, "that if you get tired of waiting for a nice Catholic girl, you know where to find me. Faith, let's go!"

"What'd he want?" Kim asked as Bobby stared after Bosco with wide dark eyes.

"He just hit on me," Bobby said, incredulous.

"What? Bosco?" Kim asked, laughing. "You're kidding."

"He hit on me," Bobby said.

"You're serious," Kim said. "What'd you say to him?"

"He hit on me," Bobby said, and shook his head, heading for the bus.

Kim stared at Bobby for a moment, then watched Bosco's car leave. "That little bastard."

"Jimmy."

"Yeah?" Jimmy asked Kim, popping open a bottle of water by the station house's fridge.

"How are things with you and...that girl?"

"That girl?" Jimmy asked.

"The one who loaned me some money the other day."

Jimmy turned away from her. "Don't ask."

"I was hoping you two might get serious again."

"In your dreams. What? You were? Since when?" he asked, looking at her, surprised.

"Joey likes her."

"Joey barely knows her. What's going on with you?"

"She hit on Bobby."

"What?!" Jimmy asked, choking on his water.

"She hit on Bobby. She said that if he got tired of waiting for the nice Catholic girls to put out, that he knew where to find her."

"Shit!"

"So you two aren't getting back together?"

"She hates me."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Look, I hate her, too."

"Still not surprised."

"Bobby's not going to...take her up on her offer, is he?"

Kim was silent.

"Is he?!" Jimmy demanded.

"Look, I don't know!" Kim said. "He told me he wasn't, but...he might."

"Shit."

"Bobby's a good guy. If she hurts him-"

"It's just sex. They're not going to start dating."

"Just sex."

"It's a thing guys do. They get off, they have fun, it's over, no big deal."

"So it doesn't bother you."

"Hell, I'd do it with Bobby just for the hell of it, too."

"He deserves better. They both do."

"Better than what?"

"Better than you. I thought you were getting your act together. You stopped gambling, you-"

"I am getting my act together! It's together."

"Look, I'm proud of you for the way you were handling things. I was happier than anyone when you stopped gambling."

"So? What's wrong?"

"You know what's wrong. And it's going home with Bobby tonight."

Jimmy spent the rest of the day in a bad mood. He was angry with Kim for being self-righteous again. She thought too much of herself, she really did. Well, he thought too much of himself, too.

He knew that Bosco must have been with other guys, before him, after him. But he'd never seen one, never known any of them, never heard of one. So he could pretend that he was Bosco's only one, like Bosco was his only one. Now he had a name and a face to put in bed with Bosco. Bobby. Bobby and Bosco. Would it be a simple blow job? Or would they kiss? Would they make it even a little more than two guys getting off together?

Bobby was a romantic. Bobby might want...more. Then again, Bobby was a guy, so Bobby just might want to get off and go.

It might depend on Bosco. What Bosco asked for, what Bosco allowed.

Bobby was, according to all reports, in love with Jimmy's ex-wife. Jimmy thought so, and Kim thought so, too. So there wasn't much danger of Bobby actually falling for Bosco. Besides which, Bobby and Bosco didn't exactly like each other. No one liked Bosco, really.

"Do me a favor," Bobby said. "When you...don't say his name."

"Whose name?" Bosco asked, unlocking his apartment door.

"Whose name," Bobby repeated to himself. "Doherty's name, Bosco."

"Oh, his name," Bosco said. "Why would I?"

"You have cats?"

"They're not mine," Bosco said.

"Do they have names?"

"Thor and...Bobby. It's just a coincidence. You want the bed or the sofa?"

"It's up to you," Bobby said as Bosco turned to relock the door.

"Use the sofa. The bed's mine," said Jimmy's voice.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Bosco demanded as Jimmy pushed into the apartment.

"I heard you were having a party," Jimmy said.

"Kim," Bosco said.

"Kim," Bobby agreed. "Damn it."

"I think she's jealous," Jimmy said.

"Too bad," Bosco said. "Get out of here."

Jimmy closed and locked Bosco's door. "You'll want privacy. I'll just go grab a beer while you two...what were you planning to do?" he asked, heading for the refrigerator.

"Bobby's going to fuck me," Bosco said.

Jimmy turned. "The hell he is."

Bosco smiled unpleasantly. "You got a problem with that, Doherty?"

"Bosco," Bobby tried.

"Stay out of it," Jimmy told Bobby.

"I invited him here," Bosco told Jimmy. "You're the one who's free to go."

"You don't want him," Jimmy said.

"He's smart, he's nice, he's gorgeous, he's a good person," Bosco said.

"You don't want him."

"I spend all day with myself being a complete asshole. It might be nice to spend some time with a nice person for a change," Bosco said. "In the end you think it matters more to have dimples or be a good person?"

"I'm a good person," Jimmy said.

"I'm the last one to believe that, Doherty."

"Guys," Bobby said.

"You want me?" Bosco asked Bobby.

"Yeah," Bobby said, his tone saying, "Hell yeah."

"Let's go," Bosco said, grabbing Bobby's hand and heading for the bedroom. In the doorway he turned around and said to Jimmy, who was in the kitchen staring after them, "Get the fuck out." Then Bosco pulled Bobby into the room.

The door was open.

Jimmy watched the open doorway. He could see Bobby, who was watching something out of Jimmy's view. Probably watching Bosco lose the holster and handcuffs.

He stepped closer.

He watched Bosco, barefoot, walk right into Bobby's personal space and into Bobby's arms, watched their mouths meet.

He stepped closer.

He watched Bosco's tongue slide into Bobby's mouth, watched Bobby's hands close on Bosco's waist.

He'd never seen, live and in person, two men kissing.

Bobby moaned a little and Bosco started to remove clothing.

He already knew that Bosco had a good body. Bosco was strong, tight, quick. Bobby, Bobby had a good body too, longer, darker. God they looked good. He wanted to kill them.

The two had broken away from their embrace to shed the rest of their clothing. Now he watched in shock and something akin to horror as Bobby dropped down to kneel before Bosco. He watched Bobby's tongue on Bosco's cock. The longer it lasted, the more he was sure that he was going to kill Bobby first.

But then Bosco's naked foot came to Bobby's abdomen, pushed Bobby back a little. Bobby rose, and the two kissed again, and Bosco pushed Bobby down on the bed. Bosco crawled onto Bobby on all fours, and then they were lying there, pressed together, in an embrace, licking all over in each other's mouth, stroking all over each other's body, and they rolled over so Bobby was on top, and they rolled over again so Bosco was on top, and they started to thrust against each other.

He was watching live porn.

He was watching his former...and his ex-wife's working partner/potential boyfriend get it on together.

He was watching Bosco, his Bosco, his Bosco, with Bobby, that fucking-

Bobby came, moaning.

Bosco came, panting.

Jimmy watched them. Bosco was draped over Bobby, face in Bobby's neck. Bobby had one arm wrapped around Bosco's waist, loose now, and the other hand resting on Bosco's lower back, almost on Bosco's butt, looking rather proprietary. Bobby's eyes were closed. Jimmy could see the tattoo right at the top knot of Bosco's spine. That place that he'd, he used to, when they...when...

"I'm starving," Bosco said. "I'll shower and order pizza. Then you can suck me."

"Sounds good," Bobby said softly, heartfelt, and Jimmy knew that Bobby didn't mean the pizza.

Bosco rolled out of the bed and walked right past Jimmy without a glance, heading to the bathroom and closing the door. Bobby sighed, eyes drifting open, smiling at the ceiling. Then Bobby saw Jimmy, sat up, stared. "You're still here."

"I'm still here," Jimmy said. "You fucking bastard."

"Whatever's wrong with you and Bosco has nothing to do with me." Bobby tugged up the bedclothes.

"Too late to cover yourself, Bobby. What are you doing here? What are you doing with Bosco when you're supposed to be straight - - you're supposed to be with Kim."

"Kim and I are friends, but that's all we'll be. She doesn't want to be with me. She likes bad boys."

"Look who's talking. No, I take that back - - Bosco's not bad, he's just a jerk."

"Look who's talking."

"Get the fuck out, Caffey!"

"Bosco wants me to stay. He asked you to leave."

"Are you going to fuck him?"

"If he lets me."

"Are you going to let him fuck you?"

"If he wants to. But since we already...and he wants me to..."

"What, you already got off and he wants you to suck him? Can't you say it? So what? Oh, don't worry, Bobby. Bosco can go all night."

"Three times that soon?"

"At least. He's a horny little fuck. And he's so fucking good." Jimmy neared the bed. "He's the best lay I ever had. He'll taste so good in your mouth you'll never want anything else. While you're at it, try to get him to suck you. Bosco gives head like nobody else."

"Doherty," Bosco said sharply, coming out with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Back off."

"Just telling it like it is," Jimmy said.

"If the sex is so great, why did you leave?" Bobby asked Jimmy.

"Get the fuck - - that's none of your business," Jimmy said.

"He's a coward," Bosco told Bobby. "Jimmy can't handle being a faggot. He doesn't want anyone to know he likes boys."

"Maybe I just didn't want anyone to know that I was with you," Jimmy said. "Bobby - - are you going to tell everybody you were getting it on with Bosco?"

"It's nobody's business," Bobby said. "But I'm not going to hide it. Unless Bosco wants me to keep it a secret. Gay cops end up dead cops and everybody knows it - - back-up doesn't come in time, accidental shootings, it happens. But I'm not ashamed of myself, Jimmy. If it comes up, with Kim or Doc or anybody else, I'll just tell it like it is."

"So noble," Jimmy said.

"I love this guy," Bosco said, sitting down between Bobby's back and the headboard, resting his crossed arms on Bobby's shoulder, resting his chin there too, looking at Jimmy. Jimmy shook his head and looked away, pissed, disgusted. Bosco said, "Hey, go take a shower. I'll call for pizza."

"Great," Bobby said, and Jimmy heard them kissing, and Bobby left the room. Bosco called and dressed and took care of the kittens. Bobby got dressed again and the two of them sat on the sofa in the living room, talking. Jimmy sat on the foot of the bed, face in his hands, smiling to himself bitterly.

The handsome straight Roman Catholic good boy was stealing Bosco from him without even trying hard.

He couldn't compete with that. People only preferred him to Bobby if they preferred charming bad boys. And Bosco had a point - - after spending all day being an asshole and arresting assholes, why would Bosco want to spend time off with an asshole?

Except that he wasn't an asshole. When he'd been with Bosco before, they'd been great. They'd been relaxed and comfortable; they'd had fun. They could be that way again; he knew that they could. He just wanted it back, the fun, the friendship, the sex, Bosco.

A kitten sat on his foot. He looked up as Bobby appeared in the bedroom doorway.

"Hey. You want some pizza? Bosco says it's your favorite kind, the Navel Burn Special."

Eating pizza in bed together, naked. Getting distracted and kissing each other. A hot pepperoni falling off of Bosco's slice and landing in Jimmy's lap. Bosco laughing hard enough to choke while Jimmy did an insane dance around the room and had to go for an ice cube.

"Sure," Jimmy said, standing, nudging the kitten out of his way.

So the three of them ate pizza and drank beer and talked, just a table of guys hanging out together. That was what he'd liked about being with Bosco; being comfortable just hanging out being guys, not having to worry about whether he was still being dimpled and charming every second. Being with Bosco wasn't work. It was effortless in a sense, because he could be himself, because he could relax.

Bobby being there reminded him that Bosco wasn't his anymore; but Bosco wasn't Bobby's either, not yet. Other than that, Bobby being there didn't really change anything. They were just three guys eating and talking.

"So," Bosco said long after the pizza was gone. "Doherty and I were talking yesterday." It wasn't a good sign when Bosco called him by his last name. He still didn't like it. And he didn't want to hear what was coming next, he was sure. "We were talking about using some handcuffs and giving you blow jobs. We also thought maybe you'd suck me."

"Really," Bobby said. "You guys talk about me?"

"You were our mutual fantasy," Bosco said. "I think he was jealous of you for having his ex-wife, and I just wanted you. You up for it?"

"Which part?"

"Whatever you want." Bosco leaned back in his chair, legs spread, one arm hooked over the back of the chair, open and available.

Bobby's eyes slid over to Jimmy. Jimmy looked back casually.

"Sure," Bobby said. "As long as you're safe," he told Jimmy.

"I'm clean," Jimmy said.

Bobby glanced at Bosco, who nodded, apparently to substantiate Jimmy's claim. "Okay," Bobby said. "I'll suck both of you. Then you," Bosco, "can fuck me and you," Jimmy, "can suck me."

"Come on," Bosco said, getting to his feet. "Time's wasting."

Jimmy followed them into the bedroom. He closed the door to keep out Thor and Bobby, wishing that he could keep out the human Bobby as well. Bosco got naked on the bed and Bobby got on top, and they were kissing and rubbing against each other again. Jimmy had never heard Bosco made that little eager choking sound for anyone but him. He'd never pictured Bosco's tongue going in anyone else's mouth. But here it was, proof, right before him in living color: Bosco got it on with other people, with other men. Bosco was getting it on with Bobby. Bosco was going to fuck Bobby.

God damn it, then he was going to fuck Bobby, too.

Bosco's knees went up and Bobby slid down, and once more Jimmy watched Bobby licking Bosco's cock. That was his job, damn it. Bobby had no place between Bosco's legs.

"God, Bobby," Bosco groaned, eyes closed tightly, back arching, muscles taut.

Jimmy thought of something. He walked over to the foot of the bed. "You swallow?"

Bobby's eyes flickered toward him. Bobby backed off just enough to say, "No."

Bosco sat up at that answer. "No?"

Bobby slid back some. "Bosco, I've never done this before."

"All right, move aside," Bosco said. "Go on. Doherty, you show him how it's done."

"You could show him," Jimmy said.

Bosco reached up and grabbed Jimmy's collar, pulling Jimmy down until they were eye-to-eye. "This is my home and you weren't invited. The least you could do is make yourself useful and give me a blow job."

"I'm supposed to give you one and then give him one? What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"All right." Bosco let go; he straightened. "Pay attention," Bosco told Bobby, shifting a little on the bed to get into position, then matter-of-factly opening Jimmy's jeans. "I'm the best cocksucker Doherty knows. Isn't that right, Doherty?"

"Yeah."

"Coming from him, that's saying something. Now watch. Hold on, Doherty, we're going to give Bobby a nice show. So see if you can find some stamina so it's not over in the first five seconds."

Bosco was true to his word, at least. He licked around, did some sucking, teased and flirted, pulled out every trick in the book and then some, showed off his deep-throating skills, let Jimmy fuck his mouth, paid a special tribute to Jimmy's balls, and made Jimmy come so hard that Bobby's paramedic skills almost came in handy.

"Go ahead," Bosco said, lounging back on the bed naked with a lick of his lips. "Show Bobby what you've got."

"Give me a second," Jimmy told Bobby, pretending that he wasn't shaken. He knelt on the bed and came over Bosco, who put a hand to his chest to keep him at bay. "Come on, Bosco, after that, the least I can do is kiss you."

"You come here for sex, the least you can do is treat me like the high-class hooker that I am. No kissing on the mouth."

He pressed his body down against Bosco's, wrapping an arm around Bosco's waist to pull Bosco close, burying his face in Bosco's neck. "Forget Bobby and fuck me."

"Hell, I'll fuck you both," Bosco said.

"I'll fuck you."

"You know better."

"You were going to let him do it."

"I don't hate Bobby."

Bosco was naked under him, naked under his hands, all silky warm skin against his lips. "You don't have to hate me. I'll treat you right. I'll give you anything you want."

"Is that right?" Bosco asked.

He closed his eyes, breathing in against Bosco's skin, trailing slow kisses down Bosco's neck. "Yeah. Everything you want."

He'd felt this before, this sweet spiral out of control, when he would do anything or say anything just to have Bosco close, not caring about the consequences. Like in the locker room at the station, when he'd just had to be close to Bosco despite the setting, knowing that he was flirting with disaster but not giving a damn because all he cared about was how close and how naked Bosco was, how he wanted Bosco under his hands and against his mouth. He'd never felt it with anyone else, only with Bosco. He'd felt it before, back when they were together the first time. It had scared him, then; he'd come back to himself with a shock, and he'd shove Bosco away, not wanting to face the facts. And the facts were, he was completely head over heels now and forever in love with Maurice Boscorelli.

"Love you."

"What'd you say?" Bosco's hand came under his chin, lifting his head, pulling him until they were nose-to-nose. "What did you say?" Bosco asked.

"I love you," Jimmy said, and grinned, and kissed him.

"Woah woah woah wait a minute," Bosco was trying to say, but he wouldn't release Bosco's mouth. Bosco pushed him away finally. "Doherty! What are you saying here?"

"He said he loves you," Bobby said. "I'll let myself out."

"You do that," Jimmy said.

"Hey, later," Bosco said.

"Not later," Jimmy said. "Not ever. You're mine, you don't go fucking other guys."

"I'm not yours," Bosco said.

"You're mine," Jimmy said. "Because if you try to get with anybody else, I'll kill you both."

The door closed, signalling Bobby's departure.

"I'm not yours," Bosco said. "Doherty - - can I get up and put on my clothes, please?"

"I like you naked," Jimmy said, keeping Bosco pinned. A second later he found himself shoved aside with one sudden move; he sprawled across the bed and Bosco bounced up, reaching for clothes. Well, shit. "Bosco. Come on. Why are you getting pissed?"

"You threw out my guest."

"I didn't throw him out. He volunteered to leave."

"I know you don't...what you said. You're only here for sex."

"Great sex. Fantastic sex. Wild and crazy sex. Chock full of orgasms sex."

"From now on, you can go cruising for sex in the clubs. Stay away from my apartment, and stay away from me."

"I don't want sex in clubs. I want sex in your bed. With you. Naked. Sweaty."

"I am not going to let you treat me like shit again. Get the fuck out."

"I won't treat you like shit! I'm not going to do that! Damn it, Bosco-" he started, sitting up fully now.

"Don't you start yelling at me!" Bosco warned, fast and hard.

"Sorry. Look, Bosco, I know that I was wrong before. I treated you like shit and I shouldn't have. I got... It was hard. I've never been with any guy but you. I didn't know it would be like that, like this."

"Like what?"

"Perfect. It's fucking perfect, Bos. You're perfect."

"I'm a jackass," Bosco said with a disbelieving snort.

"I know. But you're not. And I'm not, not when I'm with you."

"Spare me."

"Do you want to be with me or not? Is there somebody else?"

"There's never been anybody else. My life sucks. Since we first started fucking I haven't seen anybody. And you're the only guy I've ever been with besides Bobby, tonight."

"I'm the only guy?"

"Pathetic."

"I thought you knew what you were doing."

"It's not that hard to figure out, Jimmy."

"Do you want to be with me or not?" First name, Bosco had used his first name, he was Jimmy again. He didn't even care that Bosco was using a pissed angry tone of voice, because Bosco had called him Jimmy. It gave him the courage to get to his feet.

"What do you mean, with you? Last time we got close you freaked and split. I don't want that to happen again."

"I know we can't run around telling everybody we're together. But we can be together. I have to keep my own place, you know, so it looks okay, but basically I can pretty much move in here with you. And Joey, he's at the fire station a lot, and I don't want to tell him to lie, so I don't know what to do about him. Come on, say yes, you'll make Faith happy."

"You're serious. You mean it. You want us to be all happily ever after. You're going to spend your time here and hang out with me instead of going out to find vapid blondes."

"Yeah. Is that okay?"

"Fine by me." Bosco shrugged. "So. Wanna fuck?"

"Can I?"

"Hell, if we're together, you can do whatever you want."

"Handcuffs?"

"Okay, but if something happens and we have to call Faith to uncuff me, let me do the explaining."

"Think we should invite Bobby back tomorrow night?"

"Not yet. I want to have enough time to fuck you senseless first, and one night won't be enough for all I want to do."

Jimmy kissed him, lowered him to the bed, rested on top of him. "Time to get naked again, Bosco. Hey. I know we're guys-"

"Not the way you've been acting. Guys don't say 'I love you.'"

"-but when we're in bed it seems a little weird to call you by your last name."

"You are not calling me by my first name."

"Why not?"

"It sucks."

"I like it."

"You suck."

"I'll fuck you if you let me call you Maurice."

"Okay, but you can only say it in bed. Outside of this apartment it's Bosco only."

"Whatever you say, Maurice."

"So fuck me already."

"Do you love me?"

"What?"

"Do you love me."

"We don't have to be mushy romantic here, Jimmy. Just fuck me and get it over with."

"Tell me you love me."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll be pissed."

"So?"

"Come on, Bosco. Do you love me?"

"I'm letting you call me Maurice. I let Bobby walk out of here without trying to stop him. You treated me like shit, and the first time you tried I let you right into my bed again. I've shelled out how much money to save your sorry ass. I didn't kill that stupid cat. Anybody else treats me like this, Jimmy, anybody else gives me the fuck-off or asks for even a buck from me, anyody else is gone. But here I am, asking you to fuck me. I'm in love with you. So can we cut the crappy soap opera dramatics and just get to it?"

It was just as he'd remembered. He could talk to Bosco about work if he wanted; if he didn't, they could talk about sports or Bobby or whether Nieto and Davis were doing it. (That was the first and only thing that he bet money on after Bosco's last bail-out, and since he lost ten bucks, it reaffirmed his commitment to staying away from gambling.) They watched games on TV and ate pizza and it was just like being with the guys, except that it was only one guy, Bosco, his guy, and sometimes instead of arguing technicalities during the commercials they made out on the sofa. There was nothing like sitting on the sofa with Bosco on top of him, kissing, and then having Bosco turn away suddenly, breaking the kiss and twisting to glare at the TV screen and yell at the officials, and then turn back around and mutter some vulgarity before diving back into the kiss. Usually, though, it was hands-off during the games, because they could have sex any time they wanted, but the NCAA quarterfinals only came around once a year.

When it was his turn to see Joey, sometimes he and Joey hung out at Bosco's, and sometimes he and Joey hung out at the apartment he kept only for appearances. Joey adored Bosco, and Bosco adored Joey. Bosco's weird tender side came out at the oddest moments. Like what was with those animal nature programs? Now Joey was watching them too. Or had been, until the nightmares about the lions ripping into the gazelles started, and Jimmy had to ban nature programs from Joey's viewing schedule. No wrestling, no nature programs, what was the kid supposed to watch, re-runs of "Full House?" At any rate, Joey and Bosco got along really well, and Kim was okay with that, but Joey didn't actually know that he and Bosco were fucking. He didn't like hiding from his own son, but he didn't want to ask his son to keep it a secret, and it had to be a secret.

Faith and Kim and Bobby knew. Sully and Doc seemed to know, which probably meant that Nieto and Davis knew. So their little clique of co-workers knew. But that was okay. Everyone was friendly about it, supportive and teasing.

It was hard, sometimes. Because he knew about Bosco's job, and he knew how Bosco was about that job. Bosco was the first one to run into danger. It wasn't a death wish, and he knew that Bosco was careful. Bosco knew how to take precautions. But Bosco was in danger every day, every night, and he worried. If that made him a girl, tough shit. He worried about Bosco. His job wasn't safe, either, obviously; burning buildings were dangerous, fire killed, things blew up or collapsed or fell right on top of you. Firemen died; it happened. He knew the risks of his job, and Bosco knew the risks of Bosco's job; they were careful, they knew the precautions to take, and they accepted that cops died, firemen died, that was life. They might live to be ninety and get adjoining rooms in a nursing home and be visited on Christmas by Joey's kids. Or they might die on the job. Or they might kill each other arguing over whether to get pizza from Tony's or Cesario's.

Unendingly and without question, the sex was great. The sex was fantastic. Whether he loved Bosco because of the sex or the sex came from the love, he wasn't sure, and he didn't care. He got to slide home in that tight silky body. He got to drink Bosco's cum right from the source. He got to lick all over that hot wet mouth.

And Bosco in handcuffs...man, that was something else.

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