Partners in Blue

Partners

Chapter One:

Alex dropped his gym back on the bench and sat down heavily next to it, just sitting for a good few minutes. God what a night... He absently heard the water in the showers of the P.D.'s locker room, could hear his partner Rick groan as he got into the hot water. Yeah, a hot shower did sound good... In a minute though.

He wondered if there had been a full moon tonight. Almost whimsically he decided to ask at the duty guard's desk on the way out. Coincidence or not, he wouldn't be surprised to find out there was. All the nutcases came out of the woodwork on full moons... and it was a Friday night too, which sure as hell didn't help any. They'd had six drunk and disorderly calls and a domestic dispute. Ironically the domestic was called in by the husband, who it turned out was being assaulted by his very small in stature, but welter weight hitting wife. Alex rubbed his shoulder where the bitch nailed with a sauce pan. On top of those, they also responded to a break-in call at a pharmacy reported by an alarm company. Inside they expected a hopped up drug addict and instead found three teenagers looting condoms and lubes.

Alex snickered under his breath as he stood and started to strip out of his uniform. The kids tried to save their asses by arguing that they were simply promoting safe sexual practices even though they were still stammering and staring bug-eyed at the guns that had been aimed at them. Alex had to admit it was a good argument, but creative or not they'd still gotten a free ride to the station for booking on charges of B&E and petty larceny.

Hey, man, c'mon. I wanna go for a beer and you're coming with me, so get your ass in gear.

The call from the showers made Alex laugh and call back, You can damn well wait, Brewer.

Rick Brewer had been his partner for almost a year now, and as well as partners they were great friends as well, a fact Alex was glad for. They were the same age, having graduated Academy in the same class. The funny thing was, in Academy they'd barely even spoken to each other. Then they'd been assigned to different precincts for the first two years of service. It had only been ten months ago that Brewer had been transferred to the 23rd and partnered with Alex.

Since then they'd fast become the ideal partnership; they barely had to talk when it came to the job. There was an almost eerie grace when they worked. Communication was barely necessary, they truly became a unit, a fact noted by the squad in general. Alex and Rick had the lowest radio transmissions of any of them. They just didn't need it. A solid glance and each knew what was going to happen. A jerk of the head to indicate the where, a nod or shake of the head to go or stay...

Alex finished peeling out of his dark navy uniform, revealing a body that had been disciplined with hours of training. His sandy blond hair was cut regulation short, but not so severe it looked military. His dark gray eyes were a perfect compliment, revealing a hint of his Nordic ancestry against his skin, which despite hours of playing and relaxing in the sun only managed to keep a light tan to it. His shoulders were broad, but not overly so, leading down to deceptively strong arms. He wasn't beefy, but no one would mistake him for a weakling. They might underestimate the strength hidden there, that was until he flexed and each muscle bunched, seeming to jump into sharp relief under the taut skin. His chest was equally well defined, showcased by the fact that he had very little in the way of hair there. A light, barely noticeable covering of fine, pale blonde hair trailed over his pecs before narrowing to a thin line down the middle of the eight-pack of his abs to disappear past his belt line.

He grabbed his soap and shampoo and headed into the showers, groaning under his breath when the hot water hit him and cascaded over his tired body. God, did anything feel better than a hot shower when you were this kicked...?

Rick glanced over at his partner when he heard the groan and snickered. Hey old man, toughen up before you give the rest of us a bad name. He laughed again when Alex shot him a mock glare and told him to shut it, he'd heard him clear enough when he'd got in.

Rick left off the ribbing and enjoyed his own shower, just standing and letting the hot water beat down on him, rinsing the soap from his skin and hammering into the tired muscles. He glanced discreetly out the corner of his eye as his partner began to wash up. He shifted under the water under the pretense of rewetting his short black hair; in reality he was watching. His eyes trailed over Alex as he washed, taking in the sharply defined planes of his chest, the subtle bunching of muscle in his arms and back as he moved. He darted a glance up to his face every few seconds to make sure that his partner wouldn't notice he was being watched.

Reassured when he saw Alex's eyes were closed, he let his eyes wander again, down over his stomach, his strong thighs and tight calves. He'd saved the best view for last. Alex's cock was a masterpiece, Rick thought. Not freakishly big, but a respectable seven inches or so, and thick. Not for the first time, Rick noted that his partner was cut, a fact he was glad for. In the magazines he kept hidden from his wife, Rick always stared hardest and longest at the men who were cut. Uncut cocks never got him as hard or hot. The men that got his cock throbbing painfully were also almost always blonde and muscular without being beefy. The rail thin ‘twinks' in those magazines always just looked sickly to him, and the idea of having to machete through a forest of hair on any of the ‘bears' to get to a cock just turned him off. Rick didn't consider himself gay; he called it curious if he thought about it at all. But there was no denying he was damn ‘curious' over his partner. The man seemed to encapsulate every trait of masculine beauty, making him a walking temptation.

Rick watched as Alex soaped up, running the bar of Dove over his body almost lazily, and he had to swallow as his mouth watered. Shit, he swore sometimes he thought his partner knew he was being watched. That thought always brought a swift panic with it and it did again now, making Rick look up fast, relaxing only when he saw that Alex still had his eyes closed in enjoyment. God, even his face... he'd never admit it, but he thought his partner had the face of a god. And the look of pleasure on it now, even from something as simple as a shower, it was enough to make Rick have to look away. He could already feel his own cock hardening and turned back into the spray of water, hoping that the hard beat of water would sting enough to discourage his hard-on. He didn't even dare risk a quick stroke just for some relief. Too risky. But when Alex turned around in the water and Rick got a clear shot of his ass, he couldn't stop his hand from curling around the base of his cock, tightening his fist around it and sliding slow as he watched his partner's ass clench subtly with each movement... Rick made himself stop, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. Yeah, he needed that beer.

Alex finished rinsing the shampoo out of his hair and slicked it back from his face, opening his eyes. He glanced over at Rick and noticed he was just standing there under the water. He grinned. He knew his partner well, the fuckin' water hog. He'd stay there for a while too, just letting the water relax him. Not that Alex was complaining. He'd never admit it here at work; being gay on the force was just as bad, if not worse, than being gay in the military. You want a life of shit? Wear a uniform and admit you're gay. No thanks. Alex had no problem with his orientation, he sure as hell wasn't ashamed that he liked men, he just had no plans on outing himself at work. But he'd take an eyeful when he got the chance, and with his partner he got plenty of chances. Like now. He saw that Rick's eyes were closed, his jaw tight. Alex laughed silently. Probably still sore from that woman with her damn kitchen arsenal. Alex had been clipped in the shoulder; Rick on the other hand had been clobbered a good one on the arm and in the stomach by flying frying pans. Thank Christ none of them had been cast iron.

Alex took advantage of his partner's loafing to look his fill, thinking again what a damn shame it was his partner was straight (obviously, he was married.). Striking blue eyes, soft looking black hair, and a body that showed how faithfully the man hit the gym. At five foot ten, Rick was shorter than him by about three inches. Perfect in Alex's opinion. He'd jerked off plenty of times imagining kissing him, Rick's body sliding against his, imagining the feel of Rick's perpetual five o'clock shadow grazing his skin... Alex shivered thinking about how it would feel against his balls with Rick's mouth wrapped hotly around his cock, and it was only with an extreme effort of will he kept his cock down. Especially when he slid his eyes down to Rick's cock, watching the water stream off of the at least six inch, cut beauty. But he managed it and decided the better part of valor was good old fashioned distraction. So he reached over and turned Rick's water tap to full-out cold, laughing hard when the man shouted and jumped back and out of the icy spray.

C'mon, man time to wake up. You're suckin' up all the hot water here.

Rick half-glared, half-grinned at his friend. Eh, fuck you Peterson. He sidestepped in and shut off the water. Let's get out of here and get that beer.

Alex agreed and the two men dried off and dressed quickly in their street clothes, both more than ready for a drink.

Chapter Two:

Alex had stopped his car at the stop light, just a block up from Rick's house, and lost himself in thought. Why did he do this to himself? Last night they'd gone out for a few beers after their shift, heading to their usual watering hole, a ‘cop bar' called Paddy's. They'd drank, played pool, and just generally had a good time with each other and the rest of the crew that was there. During one particular stretch while they were waiting for a pool table to clear, Rick had mentioned that Michelle had asked him to talk to Alex about coming over Sunday for a cook out. Apparently it was a spur of the moment talk the night before, but Alex didn't mind the short notice. He'd said yes, liking the idea of spending a day off with his friend, and Michelle was a nice enough woman.

He heard the blare of a horn behind him and woke up, realizing the light had turned green. He rolled through the intersection then flicked his directional on to take the next right into Suburbia. Looking at the neighborhood as he turned down the side street, seeing all the manicured lawns and white picket fences, Alex thought again that he half expected to see Ward Cleaver out mowing one of those lawns, yelling at the Beav for some stupid thing. He didn't wonder how his partner afforded digs like this on a cop's salary; he knew Michelle had inherited the house from her grandmother when she died a few years ago. A small Cape Cod style, it was a damn cute house, and plenty big enough for the couple. A hell of a lot better than Alex's loft on the edge of downtown. Plus it had another perk... they had a pool, and Alex was looking forward to jumping in. Even just at ten in the morning, he could already feel the summer heat building.

He parked against the curb in front of Rick's house and just sat for a minute, wondering again what kind of masochist he must be for coming. He thought it every time he accepted an invitation. In his uniform, Rick was damn good looking, but in street clothes? Especially in the khaki shorts and tight tanks Alex knew he favored in the hot weather... He sighed heavily. Shit. At least the water in the pool would be cold, enough to keep down the perpetual hard-on he knew he'd be suffering with.

Dressed somewhat similarly in his own khakis and a thin t shirt, he climbed out of the car and started up the small brick path to the front door. Having been here plenty of times over the last ten months, he didn't bother knocking, just opened the door and let himself in. He was about to yell out a greeting when he heard raised voices coming from the back of the