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"Come for me, sweetheart," Tobias whispered. "Let me watch you fly."

Noah groaned deep in his chest and as he started to come he rolled his head back onto Tobias' shoulder and pressed his reddened back into Tobias' chest, hissing slightly with the heat. "Oh, God, Tobias," he moaned, spraying the wall and shivering, eventually going soft in Tobias' hand.

"That's it," Tobias said in a low voice. He eased Noah away from the wall and laid him down on the cot, letting him roll bonelessly onto his side. "Such a lovely boy," he said as he finally undid his trousers and grasped his rigid erection.

"Mine."

Noah moaned and rolled flat on his stomach so his striped back caught the light. "Yours. Take me."

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from his pocket and skinned it on. Lube was as far away as his other pocket, and in short order he had two fingers opening Noah's ass.

"Tell me when you're ready," he ordered. "But, God, make it fast, boy."

Noah grunted impatiently. "Now, now, do it. Fuck me!"

He didn't wait for a second invitation. It was short and hard, his entry swift and deep as he stabbed into Noah's body. "Jesus Christ," he hissed. "God, so tight." Again and again he thrust, hips rocking quickly without rhythm. It was graceless and wonderful, rutting at its finest as he chased his orgasm.

"Yeah ... yes, come on, come on! Do it!" Noah growled at him, pressing his hips back to meet Tobias' thrusts. The cot made ominous creaking metallic sounds as it slammed into the wall.

"Noah!" Tobias' back arched and he pressed himself as deep as he could as he came, his body rocked by waves of pleasure. He could feel his hips stutter with it, the short jerky movements that drew everything out and made it that much better. He could hear Noah's panted breaths as his own air was stuck in his lungs, ready to whoosh out when he finally relaxed. He rode the edge of it as long as he could, white heat shooting out of his body, his blood roaring in his ears ... and then he came back to himself in a rush, air and sound and feeling.

"Oh, God." He thought he might have whimpered.

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Noah panted out the last of his tension and started to laugh. "Woo!" he hooted, snickering as he caught his breath.

"Oh, yeah."

"Oh, God," Tobias said again. "You killed me, sweetheart.

Jesus."

"That's my job, sir," Noah grinned, shifting and expelling Tobias so he could make room for the larger man on the narrow cot. "That was great ... you pervert." He was still laughing softly as Tobias stretched out beside him.

"Me? You're the one who likes getting whacked with leather things," Tobias teased. He tugged at Noah's hair and grinned. "I'm more a deviant than pervert. I just seduce young men and lead them astray."

"And what a lovely job you did of it, too. Was I convincing?

Did I pull it off? God, I love that whip."

"Like that one? It's nasty-the tips are cut on an angle, the workmanship isn't great. But you know where to find it, pet."

Tobias stretched and moaned happily, enjoying the endorphins. "You were wonderful. I had no idea you would throw yourself so easily into something like this, or enjoy it so much. Tell you what-next weekend, you come up with the idea. Pick a scenario, give me a basic rundown, and we'll play." He closed his eyes and wondered how long he could stay there before he had to make a mad dash for the shower.

"Sounds like fun," Noah answered. He leaned over and kissed Tobias lightly. "You want to lie here a bit? Want some water? I can run back and start a bath," he suggested.

"Mmm, bath. You read my mind, boy. I didn't think you were allowed to do that yet."

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"Oh, were there rules about that, sir?" Noah asked, sliding off the cot so Tobias could get more comfortable. He dug around and found his clothing, pulling on the pants and leaving the shirt untucked. "I'll get it started, you relax. I can call down when it's ready, okay? I'll clean up here after."

"Such a good boy," Tobias said, almost dozing already. "I'll check the rulebook." He heard Noah laugh softly and a few moments later he became aware that he was alone in the stable. He smiled to himself and thought of the bath that would shortly be waiting for him, the dinner Noah would make, and the fact that he didn't have to clean the stall ...

and smiled. He was content, for the first time in a long, long time.

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Chapter 26

Monday's rounds had been fairly easy for Tobias, for which he'd been grateful; he'd needed his strength to survive the phone conversation he'd had with Phan on Monday evening.

After explaining in small words why it was a bad thing that Noah was jealous, and in even smaller words why Phan was showing horribly bad taste in gloating, Tobias had had a headache.

"It just shows that he's trying too hard," Phan had insisted.

"Or maybe he sees you as a threat, what with the display you put on and calling me on what he sees as 'his' pager. On the weekend. Which is his time."

"So I can't call you?" Lovely, Phan was hurt, and possibly it was a real hurt.

Tobias had sighed. "Of course you can call me. I'll always be there for you, you know that. But perhaps you should limit calls to the country on Noah's weekends for a time. Until he understands."

"Maybe you should explain it to him a bit better."

"Are you sulking?"

"Maybe a little."

After that the conversation had gone downhill and Tobias had given up.

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didn't want to watch television or get caught up on paperwork; he wanted to talk to Noah. Not about anything in particular, just ... like it had been in the tub.

He picked up the remote for his stereo and pressed play, smiling as Sarah Vaughn's voice filled the condo. He thumbed down the volume as he picked up the phone and dialed Noah's cell phone, then settled back in his overstuffed wingback chair.

The phone rang several times but Noah finally answered.

"Hello, sir," he said as he answered the phone. He must have recognized he number.

"Hello, boy," Tobias said with a smile. "How was your day?"

"My day was ... well, since you're asking, it was very good, sir. I took another scumbag off the streets, got a kitten out of a sewer drain, and met my quota for speeding tickets." He laughed a little and then asked, "I was just writing about you, actually. Is everything all right?"

"Everything's fine, I just wanted to talk to you." Tobias closed his eyes as the music swelled around him for a moment. "You really have quotas on speeding tickets?"

"Yep. I think that's how they can make sure we're not sleeping in our squad cars." Noah chuckled. "I have to file so many a month, you know?"

"I'd always thought that was an urban legend. Tell me, what kind of music do you like?"

"Music? That's an unusual question, sir."

"Random questions seem to be par for my day, to tell you the truth."

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Noah chuckled. "Um. Rock I guess, mostly. Classic rock. I know, a lot of it is 'before my time', I get teased about it all the time. I mean, mostly my tastes are pretty broad, but I have this thing for the fathers of rock." Tobias could almost hear Noah grinning on the other end of the phone. "I have this feeling that wouldn't be your answer."

"I suppose not," Tobias agreed. "At the moment I'm listening to Sarah Vaughn, later it may be something older.

Or newer. I'm ... eclectic."

"I remember as a kid sitting with my mother and listening to her version of 'Over the Rainbow'. Listening to her used to make my mother cry." Tobias heard Noah sigh and shift on the other end of the line. "So you're a jazz man, huh? Suits you. Slow, sexy." Noah drew out the words to give them more meaning.

Tobias laughed softly. "Thank you. I think. As long as you don't mean 'old.'"

"Oh, no. You're not old, sir, you're absolutely in your prime," Noah answered smoothly. "It was a compliment."

"Well, thank you, then." Tobias opened his eyes and looked out over the city again, trying to guess roughly where Noah was. "So, that's the very general musical tastes discussion-how about books? Movies? Ways to spend your evenings?"

"This is Noah Dolan 101?" Noah teased.

Tobias grinned. "If you like. Tell you what-you can ask, too. I still reserve the right to refuse to answer, though. Of course."

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"I'm liking this," Noah's tone was amused. "Okay, let's see," Noah sounded thoughtful and then he began to babble.

"My favorite book ever is-don't laugh-Les Liaisons Dangereux.

It's so wicked and devious and sexy. My favorite movie ... um

... I don't know. I love movies, all kinds. A classic maybe?

Dark Victory or maybe Jezebel, I adore Bette Davis. How I like to spend my evenings is ... complicated."

Tobias found himself tilting his head as he thought about that. "Okay, do you read Les Liaisons Dangereux in French?

I'll admit to liking the movie, both in English and French, if there are subtitles. And what does complicated mean?"

"No, no, I read it in English. Foreign languages are not my friend. I read Les Miserables in English too. The editions I have kept the French titles," Noah said and Tobias could hear him pouring something to drink in the background.

"Complicated means that I don't have a lot of free time," he explained. "So what little I have I need to spend wisely. My job is-well it's a totally different headspace than where I need to be when I'm with you. So a lot of my free time is spent recovering whatever headspace I need to be in. If I've just left you, then I'm all about the newspaper and the football game and what the hell the mayor is doing to our pensions. If I'm on my way to you, then I'm thinking about, well, I'm thinking about you. If I'm somewhere in between? Okay, so tonight I had a cooking lesson and tomorrow I'm playing basketball. My free time is ... compartmentalized."

Tobias felt his smile grow. "Cooking lessons? That's wonderful, pet. Thank you."

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"Ah, damn, I gave my secret away. Oh, well. I recall a certain someone ordering me to learn to cook quickly, so I ran home and called a friend of mine in a panic," Noah said with a sigh.

Tobias laughed softly. "You're learning well, and the effort is appreciated. Does it bother you to compartmentalize your time like this?" The concept wasn't exactly foreign to Tobias, but the process was very different from what he went through.

"It doesn't bother me. I want to be a cop, and I want to be a sub. If I want to be both of those things, I have to manage it somehow, right? But it does take a bit of effort, though I'm getting faster at the switchover. It's not a simple lifestyle.

Actually, this is a good conversation because I want you to know these things, to understand what I need to do to balance who I am and who you need me to be. It's a bit of a mental trip from cop to sub."

"I'm sure it is," Tobias said easily. He stood and walked to the window, turning out the dim table light as he passed it so he could see the lights better. "Do you have trouble with it sometimes? Is the duality difficult?"

"It's a mental trick, you know? It's like meditation. The more I do it, the better I get at the transitions. The Monday after our first weekend together was tough. I wasn't quite clear-headed all day. But this time I was ready for that and I spent the time in the car more seriously. It was better. Next week, it will be easier still. Wow, have you seen the moon tonight? It's huge. And the sky over the city is clear as glass."

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"It's beautiful," Tobias agreed. "The lights are nice tonight-I think the streets are wet, though, they're reflecting a lot, up and down Lincoln. So when you're in the car on the way home what do you think about? Or even when you're at your cooking lesson-which is a sub thing in your vanilla life."

"Lincoln. Nice neighborhood," Noah remarked casually.

"Those are two different things. In the car on the way home, or to work to be more clear, I've been trying to think about work and nothing else. This week, instead of changing in the locker room I was thinking of bringing my full uniform with me, I think that might help. Anyway, I think just about work.

What paperwork I need to do, what mess might be in the papers that might affect my day, my partner, people I want to check up on, that kind of thing. But cooking? I'm thinking about," Noah laughed softly. "I'm thinking about how to

'seduce you with food'. That's what Allison says cooking is.

She says food is a turn on."

"Allison is very smart-that stir-fry got things going quite well, if I recall." Tobias turned and went back to his chair, settling into it easily. "Would it help if I got Jorge to bring the morning paper for you to read on the way back to town?"

Noah chuckled in Tobias' ear. "Yes. Yes, it would. Thank you, sir."

"Done. So tell me. What did you cook tonight?"

"Tonight was pasta night. A little bird dropped a none-too-subtle hint about how much you like pasta, so I learned to make a couple of sauces. Next week I'm learning to make ravioli." Noah sounded a lot like a kid talking about what he did in school that day; it was adorable. "But what we made 270