Jim and Pete had shared weekends such as this ever since the end of Jim's probationary period. This was their time, their secret. At least he hoped so. Jean did not suspect what her husband did with his "weekends to himself". Or if she did she never let on. And no one at the station would have ever figured in their wildest imaginations that Jim and Pete were full time officers but part time lovers. It was just impossible. There were homosexuals on the force but not them... never them.
But why shouldn't they be together? The sexual tension was there, no doubt about it and they were attracted to each other. And if one thought about it... really thought about it it was a perfect pairing: Adam-12, six inches plus six inches.
Jim's wandering thoughts were brought back by a delicate brush of lips to his forehead. "What're you thinking about, Jr.?"
"Twelve inches," Jim told him. His fingers traced a path from Pete's belly button to his side down his thigh, stopping at the knee retracing the path coming to rest in the hair of his groin area. He toyed with the hair a little, marveling at how soft it was. He slipped his hand around the base of Pete's manhood feeling it respond to his touch. Slowly, almost methodically he began stroking the shaft. Pete moaned. Jim let go and slid down further under the covers coming to rest with his head between Pete's thighs. His tongue flicked against Pete's balls as he dusted his scrotum with light kisses. Pete groaned.
Not being able to stand it any longer Pete reached down and pushed Jim's face more firmly against him. Finally, Jim wrapped his mouth around the throbbing organ. Pete moved his hips in rhythm, adding to the sensation. With every thrust Jim could feel the tip bump his uvula and he worked more intensely, a combination of sucking, licking and every once in a while nibbling causing Pete to arch his back even more.
Soon both were working faster. Pete's breath was coming in quick pants. His heartbeat was rapid and thunderous. His eyes rolled back in his head. All his muscles tightened as he grabbed the back of Jim's head with both hands, screamed something two octaves higher than his speaking voice and came inside his partner's mouth. Both men collapsed. Pete's breathing returned to normal and he stroked Jim's hair as he basked in the explosive orgasm he'd just experienced.
Jim relaxed against Pete's thigh. He loved having pleasured his partner so thoroughly. In a moments the favor was returned with the same enthusiasm. Both men lay together now totally spent.
Their intimate moment was interupted by the phone.
"Don't answer it," Jim mumbled from his position.
Pete cleared his throat. That last scream had strained his vocal chords. "Could be an emergency and we are still police officers." Jim nodded an agreement as Pete lifted the receiver from the crade. "This is Malloy...yeah....yeah...I understand...you don't have to call Reed. He's here...just some off duty exercise... gotta stay in shape to chase the bad guys....yeah, bye." He replaced the receiver. "Well, Jr., looks like this month our weekend will be a bit short. Mason and Danko were just involved in an accident. They need us to fill in." Pete shifted to leave the bed but Jim pulled him in for a final kiss. Pete smiled. "I know. I love you too."
Jim stretched. As he did his mentality shifted. "Well, let's roll." It did not take him long to sound like Officer Jim Reed, happily married family man.
Pete laughed. "I think we ought to get dressed first."
