Part 2 (1/2)

”Screw those little worms. I need it. I had a s.h.i.+t day.”

”What happened?”

”Mother and Grandpops,” he spat. ”They are on me about my future and my legacy. I don't want to talk about it.” He had had a wicked fight with both of them before coming here.

”Tyler, you know that sooner or later...” Ryan began.

”Oh, not you too,” Tyler sighed. He looked around. ”There, that one. I'm taking that one,” he announced, marching over to a big tall man with sandy blond hair. He wasn't exactly what one would call a hunk, but he would do.

”Hey,” he said, gazing at him, ”want to come for a ride in my dream machine?” he asked him, eyeing the substantial package in his pants. ”I have candy,” he whispered, close to his cheek, giving him a peek of the ID.

The man stood up. ”Umm, that's not the only candy I see,” he murmured.

Tyler laughed.

Ryan and Pete stood watching the scene unfold. They'd seen Tyler behave like this before. It was always after having a fight with his family. They wouldn't try to stop him because it was useless. He would go off with some man, f.u.c.k his brains out, and not remember any of it the next day. They both knew that if he wasn't high, he wouldn't have looked twice at this one.

SKY POLICE HEAD QUARTERS: MIDNIGHT

Bryce sighed as Captain Smart took the electrodes off his head and laid the Information Input Machine on the desk.

”So, what do you think, Commander?” he asked him, meeting his gaze.

”I think that's a s.h.i.+t-load of information for my brain to handle in one session,” he growled, standing up and stretching his long legs.

He wiggled a bit on the chair as he watched him, adjusting his c.o.c.k with his hand. If ”hot flashes” weren't supposed to just be for women, he would have thought he was having them. What a shame this man had been hidden away on that wasteland of a planet of his. He was something to behold.

For the last two hours he had been trying to get his attention by brus.h.i.+ng up against him and meeting his eyes. He was all business.

”We tried to include as much information about Tyler Rose as possible,” he told him as Bryce went to sit behind the desk again.

”I noticed,” he said deeply, ”but was it necessary to show me photos of his sixth birthday party?”

”It is important that you get the entire picture, Sir,” he said, coming to stand closer to him. He placed a hand on his bicep and ma.s.saged it slowly.

He blinked and looked up at him. ”Captain, are you trying to seduce me?” he asked him, meeting his eyes.

He tried to look innocent. ”Well, I...no...I...”

He was no mood. Over the last few hours, he had transferred all his belongings to a housing unit in Ruby City, met the new men and women under his command either in person or by phone, and was expected to a.s.similate a bunch of mundane s.h.i.+t he could care less about.

As for Tyler Rose, well he was this spoiled little rich snot head who liked to think he was a bad boy. The problem was simple, because he was Jack Rose's grandson and the heir to the throne, so to speak, the police allowed him to get away with murder.

That was about to stop and so was this s.h.i.+t with Smart.

Bryce stood up to his full six foot four height. He ran his eyes over Captain Smart, who looked like he was about to c.u.m in his pants. ”This is work. You're a cop and you're under my command. I don't normally f.u.c.k my subordinates, so I guess you're just going to have to deal with it. And f.u.c.king me won't get you your command back, Captain. Hopefully, I will do whatever it is Rose thinks I've been put here to do, and then move back home where I belong.”

He was about to protest when he added, ”Now, I suggest you go into the bathroom and jack off, because that's all the action your going to get on this s.h.i.+ft.”

Hastily, he busied himself with some papers on the desk. ”Yes, Sir,” he said softly.

He came out from behind the desk and picked up his helmet. ”I'm going on patrol. I want a meeting back here at the end of s.h.i.+ft with the others, O400. ”

”Yes, Sir,” he said again, not meeting his eyes.

”And Captain,” he smiled at him before he left the office, ”I'm sure if you put your mind to it, you could find someone willing to play with your c.o.c.k. But given that you will probably get your job back eventually, do it discretely okay?”

He watched him leave, swearing softly under his breath.

ONE THIRTY A.M. RUBY CITY SKIES:

Tyler took another drag of the ID and pa.s.sed it to the stranger beside him. He had taken both hands off the steering staff and put the sky mobile on automatic. When the stranger had started fondling him, he had placed his hands behind his head, so it would felt as if he were completely at his mercy. In this position he could fantasize all kinds of things.

He closed his eyes while the stranger smoked with one hand and played lazily with one of his nipples with the others.

Tyler bit his lip, bucking his hips forward. He wanted him to undo his pants but he'd have to be patient. He had to remember that he was at his mercy. He wasn't calling the shots. This man could do anything he wanted to him.

The man reached over and fiddled with something now, causing Tyler to open his eyes.

”How do you get the music going in here?” he demanded.

”Music on,” Tyler said, his voiced irritated. Forget the music, his mind screamed. ”Let's land her somewhere, okay?” Tyler breathed, not wanting to put down his hands.

”We need to find a spot,” the man murmured, leaning over to kiss his throat.