Douche or the Beast

Douche or the Beast Part IV

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Saturday September 8th 5:04 am

Lance awoke the following morning after having spent the evening with Brad. Beastie was snoring quietly behind him. The cop's arm and leg were both draped over Lance, keeping him captive in the bed.

The teen's bladder was yelling at him to relieve himself. Lance gently, but hastily moved the furry, meaty leg. After Lance removed the extremity, he moved onto the furry arm.

Lance was almost free when the older man stopped snoring. He took a deep breath in, placing his arm back where it was. Brad pulled on him, bringing Lance in close to him. The teen's back was firmly pressed to the cop's furry chest.

"Come back," Brad's hoarse voice croaked out.

"I have to go pee," Lance chuckled.

"Fiiiiine," The cop whined disapprovingly, making a pouty face.

Lance chuckled at the man's lack of maturity. The teen sat up, but before leaving the bed, he turned and gave Brad a quick peck on the lips.

Brad let out a throaty moan

Lance shook his head as he exist the bed. He grabbed his phone and he made his way to the bathroom.

He set his phone on the sink as he went to go relieve himself. He couldn't help but feel the soreness radiating from his rear. He would defiantly feel that for a day or two.

Lance tucked himself away as he walked to the sink to wash his hands. Once completed and dried off, he looked at his phone.

The runner was surprised to see eight missed text messages and two voicemails. All of which, were from Dalton. Lance let out a sigh and began looking through the texts.

10:15 pm

You need to get your ass home to suck my cock.

11:21 pm

Seriously where the fuck are you?! You are always here on a Friday night.

11:37 pm

You fucking slut, if you want this cock again you better fucking answer!

"Damn he is being an ass," Lance muttered as he continued to read.

12:51 am

Lance!! Answer your fucking phone!

1:05 am

You whore! You're getting fucking boned now aren't you?!

"Oh Dal, this time you are actually correct," Lance chuckled.

2:15 am

Come on baby boy, let me kno ou're okay at l4east.

Clearly by two in the morning, Dalton was drunk, but at least Lance was still able to make out what Dalton was trying to say.

3:20 am

Lancey, laney lane, lance!

4:16 am

Babe, come home plase

"What the fuck," Lance muttered.

Dalton called him `baby boy' all the time, but he never ever called him babe. Lance decided to chalk that one up to the booze. Last message was before four-thirty. It was now five o' five in the morning. Lance decided it was probably best to head home to make sure Dalton was still alive.

He wouldn't put it past his stupid older brother to fall asleep on his back then choke on his vomit during the night. It was a gross thought, but he should go check on him. Hopefully Mickey was able to stay the night somewhere to avoid that mess.

Lance exist the bathroom in search of his clothing.

"What are you doing?" Brad croaked out.

Lance let out a sigh, "I am going to go home. Dalton is drunk and I want to make sure he doesn't vomit in his sleep. The fool doesn't take care of himself very well."

"Hmm," Was the only sound Brad made.

"What `hmm?'" Lance question.

"Dalton is a grown ass man more than capable of taking care of himself." Brad answered.

Lance had located his pants as Brad answered his question. He was pulling them on when he replied,

"I know he is an adult, but I take care of my siblings. Even if the older one is a douche."

"Yeah, I already know how you take care of him. In fact, he loves telling Blaine, Blake, and me in great detail how much you take care of him," Brad explained.

Lance froze in his tracks.

"What?" Lance asked stopping dead in his tracks, "What do you mean he loves telling you?"

"You didn't know? He loves to brag how he fucks you. Anywhere, anytime, whenever he wants. He has showed us some of those videos and pictures he has taken of the two of you."

"How long has he been doing this?!" Lance demanded.

"Since that night he fucked you with us in the house. We were chilling in the hot tub, we were all drunk and got on the subject of sex. I don't think he meant to blurt your name out but he did. We made comments about incest, but then he explained that you're actually his step-brothers...which is still a little weird by the way. Anyways, naturally we didn't believe him but he said he would prove it by fucking your brains out. It kind of sounded like that's what he did that night. So now, when it's just the four of us we get details on you sexcapades," Brad explained.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my fucking god! He better of choked on his vomit because I am going to fucking murder him! I thought he was kidding about that."

"He told you?" Brad questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, we had just...yeah. I had messed up his hair and he said he had to fix it before he went back to the station. But he said that wouldn't help because you guys would be able to smell sex on him."

"Dude! I remember that morning! He did reek of man sex! That was the night he boned you in the back of his squad car, right?" Brad asked sitting up slightly.

"Dear god!" Lance moaned out.

"You know, he is kind of possessive of you," The older man stated casually.

"Not really," Lance muttered as he pulled his shirt back on.

"You are lying to yourself. You know he is," Brad laid back down on the bed as he said, "Blaine, the poor guy, has been having girlfriend problems. He is so pent up and horny. He asked Dalton if he could borrow you for some relief. Dalton got pissed off. I thought he was going to deck him."

"That doesn't sound like my brother," Lance commented.

"Well, it happened. Are you going to tell him about us? Or am I your dirty little secret?" The cop asked with a smirk.

"I am keeping you quiet for the time being."

"Works for me, daddy. Call me?"

Lance smiled, leaning down to kiss Brad.

"I'll call you," He confirmed before leaving the bedroom.

Lance crept into Dalton's room, but to his surprise he was not there. The bed hadn't even been slept in.

Weird. Lance thought. He didn't see Dalton down stairs. He decided to go check the basement to see if Dalton had crashed there. After searching the basement, their parent's room, the backyard, he was about to call it quits. He could not find Dalton anywhere. Perhaps the older man went out cruising with his buddies? Which could make sense since neither Blaine nor Blake's care were parked outside.

Lance let out a sigh and made way for his own bedroom.

He walked in, without turning on a light, he started to peel off his cloths. When he found his bed and was about to remove his shirt, he could make out a large lump on it, followed by quiet snoring sounds.

"Dalton, you twit," Lance chuckled to himself.

The lug had decided to crash in his bed. Lance wondered why. It was most likely so he could have the younger man suck him off.

He was lying on his side facing Lance. The older man was shirtless and Lance suspected he was without underwear, but was unsure since the sheet rested on his abdomen, covering up his lower region.

\Lance moved over to his nightstand, locating his phone charger. Once he had it in hand, he hooked the phone in, setting it on the stand beside his bed. A little lightning bolt appeared to indicate it was charging.

The teen turned back to his older step-brother. He looked almost sweet asleep, but Lance knew better than to let that handsome face fool him. He sighed, deciding to move the sheet up to cover more of Dalton. When it became taut, he let it rest against the man's body.

Lance turned to head to Dalton's room. If the douche was going to sleep in his bed, he'd just crash in his in return.

Before Lance could take a step away, he felt a vice grip on his wrist causing him to gasp out in fear.

"Stay." Came the thick, gravelly voice that was Dalton.

"I didn't mean to wake you." Lance said quietly.

"Don't care. Lay down with me." Dalton grunted out.

"Let go so I can take off my shirt." Lance politely demanded.

Dalton hesitated a moment, but slowly released his grip on his brother.

Lance removed his shirt. He crawled into bed wearing only his boxer briefs.

He lay down on his side, facing the night stand where his phone sat charging. He could see the red LED light indicating it was not fully charged.

When he was comfortable, Dalton was quickly placed against the teen's back. The older man wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him firmly. The cop placed his head in Lance's hair.

Dalton took a deep breath in, taking in Lance's scent. Lance could tell he was correct with his earlier assumption. Dalton was in the nude.

The younger step-brother brought his hand to Dalton's wrist and held onto it. The pair didn't do early morning snuggles. It was kind of nice.

"Where the fuck has your slutty ass been? You smell like another guy" Dalton gruff unhappily.

...so much for it being nice. Lance thought.

"I was with a friend. We hung out and hit the hot tub. When I got you messages, I came back."

"Did he fucking touch my cunt?" Dalton asked angrily.

"Your cunt?" The teen questioned.

Dalton's arm constricted tighter for emphasizes as he said, "Yes! My fuckin' cunt. This boy pussy is mine. Did he fuckin' go near it?!"

Well...Lance thought about lying. But Dalton fingered him once before to see if a guy had sex with him. If Dalton did that now, he'd know for sure that Lance had slept with someone recently. Best to be honest.

"Yes," Lance replied simply.

"You goddamn fuckin' whore. What the fuck?!" Dalton whispered angrily in Lance's ear.

Lance caught a whiff of the alcohol laced breath. The teen was pretty sure his brother was still somewhat drunk.

"Dalton, please hear me this time, we are not dating. We are not in some monogamous relationship."

Dalton shifted quickly, but clumsily to his knees. He maneuvered himself so that he was sitting in between Lance's legs.

"I am not sleeping with anyone else! I haven't fucked a chick in about a month. I don't dick other dudes! The only guy I bone is you," Dalton explained. His gaze focused right into Lance's eyes.

Lance was not expecting that. Dalton liked sex. A lot. He could not imagine him having only one sex partner.

"Whatever," The younger rolled his eyes.

"I'm not fuckin' with you, you little shit! The last woman I had been with was about a month ago. You are the longest...whatever you are, I've had. We've been goin' at it for months!" That Lance could believe. People he slept with never stuck around long and for good reason, but that didn't stop Lance from saying what needed to be said, yet again.

"I am your brother, Dalton. We should not be doing this at all!" Lance argued.

"The fuck? We've settled this. You back on this shit?!" Dalton's voice was rising.

"This topic was never closed!"

"We aren't brother! There. I fucking closed it!"

Lance sat up towards Dalton to be at an equal yelling level.

"We're step-brothers. We may not be blood, but damn it we are, in a certain form, brothers."

"Come on. You've jerked off for years thinking about me. Most step siblings do not do that."

All Lance could do was roll his eyes. He was going to say whatever but before he could Dalton chimed.

"I know, `whatever,'" He mocked.

"...shut up," Lance muttered to himself.

"How long has he been fucking you?"

"Last night was the first time we've been together," Lance found himself answering honestly.

"Is this the same assclown that you claimed to have hung out with when I found you walking home from the park?" Dalton continued to question.

"Yes."

"You wanted him to touch you that night, didn't you? Were you thinking of him when I dicked you in the back of my squad car?"

"I wasn't thinking about him. I was thinking about you."

"Do I know him?" Dalton questioned with a glare.

How the heck was Lance supposed to answer that honestly? There was no way he was going to say he had a crush on the cop's coworker. Lance's hesitation pissed off Dalton further than what he was.

"I do fuckin' know this bitch. Who the fuck is it?! It's your piss ant of a friend, Cooper, isn't it?!" Dalton hissed at the teen.

"What does it matter who it is?"

"It matters so I know whose ass I need to hospitalize!" Dalton replied furiously.

"You will not be beating anyone's ass, Dalton! No!"

Dalton reached over to grab Lance's phone off the charger. He placed the device firmly on Lance's chest.

"Text him! Now. Tell him you do not want to see him anymore."

"You can't tell me-"

"I won't play second fiddle to some asshole, Lance! Do it." The older cop demanded.

Lance was hesitant. The ID name that he gave Brad was initialized as T.B. for `The Beast.' He did that in case he received a message from Brad and if Dalton was to peak at his phone. Granted his phone had a lock on it, but the phone still displayed the name.

Who was to say Dalton wouldn't rip his phone from his hand once it was unlocked to look at the phone number?

As if reading his mind, Dalton said, "I won't take your phone from you. Do it."

Dalton was removing Lance's underwear as he said it.

Lance unlocked his phone to text Brad.

Oh man...Lance thought as he began to type.

As Lance wrote the message, Dalton reached over to his nightstand to pull his lube from the drawer.

Lance read the words that he had typed but not yet sent.

I'm sorry. I do not want to see you again.

Lance wasn't sure that he could send it. To send it would...well end it.

This was ridiculous. Here was this amazing guy who treated him so well and literally made him laugh the entire night. Never did anything to hurt him or didn't call him obscene names. Was he going to give that up for a douche like Dalton?

Lance brought his gaze to Dalton as he thought. This douche was the exact opposite of the beast-man. Dalton was never considerate, didn't care for Lance, used him to get off, and was an overall ass.

Let's not forget the hitting. Lance thought. He swore if he gave him a smack just once more, he'd kick his fucking ass.

Who was Lance kidding? He had been telling himself that for months and yet here he was. On his back and legs spread for this moron. So much for having self-respect.

"Did you send it?" Dalton asked.

The teen met his gaze and replied, "Not yet."

"Him or me, baby boy. Decide."

"What do you want from me?" Lance questioned.

"I just want you to stop whoring around. If I'm only fucking you dick, I don't want any other dicks in your hole," Dalton explained.

"You want us to be like boyf-"

"No! I just don't want you spreading your legs for every dick that comes your way. Are you sending it or not, fuckwad?!"

Lance gave out a sigh, hitting the send button.

"Show me." Dalton demanded.

Lance turned his phone so that Dalton could read the text. As Dalton read, he let his hands feel up Lance's inner thighs.

His step-brother smiled as he read the message.

"Perfect, baby boy."

The older man leaned over Lance, breathing out slowly.

"Did you like the way he touched you?"

"Dal-"

"Answer me," The man demanded.

Lance swallowed before answering, "Yes."

"Did he have to ask or work for it like you make me do?"

"No."

Dalton looked pissed at that answer.

"Tell me, every fucking thing he did to you."

Lance looked into Dalton's eyes again, "Dalton."

"Now!" Dalton demanded.

"He started by kissing me gently," Lance started to explain. He was stopped, however, when Dalton placed his lips gently on his.

The older man placed a hand on the teen's hip as they kissed gently. Both Dalton and Lance let out a gentle moan as they kissed. Lance brought a hand up to hold onto Dalton's hair. They carried on for a few moments before Dalton pulled back. The room lit very dimly from the night sky coming in through the window made it hard to see the other man's face.

"What did asshat do next?" Dalton questioned.

"He ate me out," Lance simply replied.

"I love when you talking fucking dirty. It's a turn on." Dalton smirked, giving Lance a quick peck on his lips. The cop moved his kisses to Lance's neck, slowly going down to his neck, making to the teens hard chest. Once he reached there he stopped to shift himself to Lance's lower body. Once he was comfortable, he spread Lance's legs apart to have access to his hole.

"There we are," The cop grunted happily.

Dalton dove in, giving a couple quick licks before pulling back, before Lance had a chance to enjoy the feeling.

He slapped Lance's ass hard.

"Ouch, you bastard!" Lance squealed.

"You nasty, bitch! I can taste the lube and latex! You didn't even bother to bathe before letting me touch you!" Dalton raged at him.

"I thought you were passed out!"

"Really! Fuck you, fucking fuck fucker!" Dalton grumbled slapping Lance's ass again.

"What the hell, asshole!" Lance called out.

"That's for being a whore! Goddamn you Lance! You're suck a fuckin' stupid cow sometimes!" Dalton continued to gripe.

Lance made to move but Dalton had a clenching grip on him.

"Stay fuckin' right there," Dalton said through gritted teeth. He reached down and grabbed Lance's underwear. He gave his ass a quick swipe with the cotton under garment.

"You are literally wiping my ass." Lance muttered out in embarrassment.

"If you cleaned your nasty, skanky ass I wouldn't have to," Dalton replied tossing the underwear aside.

"Fuck yo-" The teen didn't get to finish he curse because the older man dove back in to his ass.

Lance did have to say, Dalton knew how to eat out a hole.

Dalton lapped away. The cop kept one hand pulling on an ass cheek to keep the hole open for attack, while his other hand was gripping Lance's muscular thigh.

Dalton was rotating between licking around the outside of his hole, pushing his tongue inside of the teen, and biting the small opening.

When Dalton would push the small, slippery muscle in him, it made Lance moan out. The feeling felt wonderful. It was strong enough to penetrate him and just big enough to push past the muscled ring. The flesh was softer than a finger or cock, making it have its own special way of generating pleasure for Lance's hole.

"Mmm, Dalton." The teen grunted out. He reached down to play with Dalton's hair again.

Dalton, without interrupting his rimming, started using his finger to rub the teen's wet hole.

"Dal!" The teen moaned as Dalton slipped his finger inside of Lance.

Dalton moved his head back to watch as he fingered the teen. Dalton was at half-mast when he started rimming his step-brother, but watching the teen breathe heavy and squirm from the fingering made him fully hard.

"Then what did he do?" Dalton mumbled, not taking his eyes off the scene before him.

"He started fingering me with two fingers while sucking my dick."

At hearing that, Lance felt his step-brother freeze. The teen huffed in annoyance since the long finger ceased its movement. Lance decided to take matters into his own hands and began thrusting against Dalton's digit.

"You don't have to, Dalton. Just keep doing what you were doing." Lance moaned out.

"Fuck that. Fuck him. Fuck you," Dalton hissed.

"You do-" For the second time this session, Lance was cut off.

He was okay if Dalton didn't want to do something, but was shocked when he felt wetness on his cock. He looked down to see with his own eyes...Dalton had a mouthful of the teen's cock.

Dalton wasn't graceful with the blowjob. He did not go down very far which was fine for Lance, but as the man would come back up, he could feel his back teeth scrape his dick. Not the most comfortable of blowjobs, but the fact Dalton was trying, blew Lance's mind.

"Oh, fuck!" Lance moaned out.

On a downward motion with his mouth, Dalton had forced a second finger in knuckles deep.

"Fuck." Lance whined out.

"Ugh." Dalton came up gagging.

"Fuckin' hell! How the fuck do you do it Lance? I about throw up on this thing, only making it a couple inches, but you always manage to take mine like a fucking champ." Dalton asked gasping.

"Just something that happens with practice." Lance laughed out.

Despite the faint light in the room, Lance could see a shimmer on Dalton's face coming down from his eyes. The poor guy was tearing up from gaging. Lance rubbed the side of his head. Dalton leaned back in, taking a grip of Lance's cock, and gave the fleshy head a kiss. This action caused Lance to moan out in approval. It was hot seeing his older step-brother kissing his cock.

He gave one final lick then moved up towards the teen's face, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He moved his mouth the Lance's ear.

"What did he do next?"

"He fucked the hell out of me." Lance breathed out. He felt flush from their activities and the main event hadn't even started yet.

"Did he go slow at first?" Dalton questioned. Lance heard him pop the tube of lube open. The wet sound of Dalton spreading the slippery substance on his cock was unmistakable.

"No. He shoved it all in at once, then went to town." Lance replied.

Dalton used his leg and hand to spread Lance's legs apart as far as they would. He grabbed a pillow with his other hand, Lance lifting up on instinct, felt Dalton place the pillow under him. Dalton leaned down, kissing Lance gently again.

"Mmm." The runner let out a little moan as he felt the warm lips on his own. Dalton placed his mushroom tip at the entrance of Lance's hole. Before entering him, he just placed gentle kisses on his lips. He brought his hand that was covered in lube to hold Lance's face, getting lube on the teen's left check and jaw line. The sweetness in Dalton's touch made Lance moan louder and wrap an arm around the older man's shoulder.

The out of nowhere, Dalton shoved his entire length into Lance.

The teen grunted into the cop's mouth and constricted his arm as hard as it would against Dalton's back.

Dalton didn't wait, for the teen to adjust. He pulled back, leaving just the tip, before shoving it back in. Lance couldn't take it. He was still sore from the previous fucking, he wasn't sure he could manage this pace for long. He broke the kiss to say something. To ask him to slow down or go easier, but Dalton was already forcing his tool back in hard, making Lance cry out.

The burning was so uncomfortable, but Dalton felt great at the same time. Dalton's balls were slapping loudly against Lance's ass.

"Fuck Dalton!" Lance cried out.

The teen meant to say hold on, not encourage the man; however, calling his name out like that did encourage him. Dalton kept up his pace, with each thrust inwards; he filled Lance completely with his cock, just to pull it back out quickly to ram it in again and again.

"Fuckin' whore, he stretched you out. I can feel your loose lips flapping against my cock." Dalton grunted as he sat up.

Just as Lance was starting to enjoy the feeling of Dalton's hard fucking, he pulled out quickly. He laid down with his dick sticking straight up.

"Sit on me, baby boy."

Lance shakily moved his body over Dalton's. He rested his weight on his knees as he gripped Dalton's dick at placed it back to his ass.

Dalton pushed just enough to get the cock head in.

"Ugh." Lance moaned to the reentry.

"Lean back, baby boy. Rest your hands against the bed," Dalton instructed.

Lance did as he was told without argument.

Once situated, Dalton asked, "Ready baby boy?"

"Yeah." Lance moaned out, feeling to head of Dalton's cock just stretching the muscle ring of his anus.

"Get ready, Lance. I need you to stay just at that height. Don't downward thrust. Stay where you are. You're in for a ride," Dalton said. He brought his hands up to Lance's hips and gripped tightly.

Lance didn't have time to ask him why, because Dalton was of like a rocket.

From where he was positioned, his cock was sliding in and out perfectly, hitting the teen's prostate with full force. Dalton was using the bed to help his thrusting as he rapidly fucked him. The bed creaked loudly from the fucking. Lance could here is lamp shaking on the night stand beside him.

"Fuck, Dalton!" Lance cried out.

"Come on, baby boy!" Dalton grunted out thought gritted teeth.

The teen was moaning out loudly, the feeling of his prostate being bashed into again and again felt great despite his ass literally feeling like it was on fire now. The teen felt his thighs begin to tremble.

"Fuck, fuck I'm going to cum!" Lance called out.

"Do it!" Dalton hissed back.

No sooner had he demanded him to cum, Lance sprayed all over the older man.

This didn't deter Dalton from stopping his fucking. He kept up his pace and ferocity.

"Fuck yes!" Dalton yelled out, "Is that what my baby boy, likes?! Does he love my fucking cock?!"

"Yes!" Lance whined out.

He could feel his balls tighten and cock contract all the while Dalton kept raking over his prostate gland through his orgasm.

"Goddamn, you have the best cunt I've ever been in!" Dalton moaned out.

Lance was sweating everywhere. He felt beading on his face, pouring from his chest, and dripping from his back. He felt his ass cheeks sweat as that cock pistoled in and out of him.

"Fuck yeah! Who does this ass belong to?!" Dalton demanded.

Lance moaned out but that was not a sufficient response for the cop. He slapped the teen's ass quickly and demanded again, "Who does this fucking ass belong to?"

"You, Dalton!" The teen yelled out.

"Fuckin' right it does! No other men, you hear me! Especially that asshat!"

"Yes, Dalton!" Lance confirmed with a moan.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Dalton called out suddenly.

"Fuck!" The cop moaned out.

He gave one final, hard push into Lance. Pressing his cock as far as it would go. Lance moaned as Dalton filled him with his seed.

"Fuck, this load would get you fucking pregnant," Dalton grunted out.

Lance felt Dalton grip his arm to pull the teen to him.

Lance complied, laying on top of Dalton. The cop gripped the teen's head, bringing it down to his open mouth to make out. Lance let his own lips part, allowing Dalton's tongue to seek out his out.

Dalton was just as sweaty as Lance had been. He cool feel the slickness on Dalton's chest and abdomen. As they kissed, Lance brought his hand up to grip his hair, which was soaked in sweat.

The older man kept his cock in the hole that he owned until it went soft, slipping out on its own. Dalton broke the kiss, stroking the side of Lance's face, before gently rolling him to the side. The pair laid together, regaining their breath, in a comfortable silence. That was until Dalton started to shift.

Dalton grunted as he reached down to grab something from the floor. He laid back down once he had retrieved the item. Lance glanced at his hand to see it was the older's phone.

"Come here, baby boy," Dalton wrapped his arm around the teen and pulled him in close. Lance rested his head against his shoulder and wrapped an arm around Dalton's defined abdomen.

Dalton messed with his phone, activating the camera.

"Here we are, lying in bed after some amazing sex. You're welcome for that by the way," Dalton smirked at his comment.

As much as Lance wanted to say something about him showing these videos to his buddies, he knew if he did that, Dalton could easily figure out it had been Brad that he had been seeing. Against what he wanted to do, Lance decided to play along like he always did with these videos.

"Um, you weren't the only participant, Mr. Conceded!" Lance retorted.

"No, but I was the main event."

"Gag. Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself?"

"You loved it," Dalton's smirked had transformed into a full on smile.

"Yes I did, but I'm not the one that was saying `oh my god, you're the best hole I've ever been in.'"

"I said `cunt' for starters and who was moaning like a slut?"

Right as Lance was getting ready to retort, Dalton spoke the same time as he did but in a higher tone to mock the younger.

"Whatever." The both said.

"Oh...whatever!" Lance laughed at him.

"You're too predictable!" Dalton giggled.

Lance wasn't aware that his brother was capable of giggling.

Lance sat up some and lightly shoved Dalton, to which the cop came back to return the shove. The two play fought and laughed. Dalton managed to hold onto his phone during their play fighting. Dalton leaned up to give Lance a kiss on the lips. He broke away only for a moment, but returned to kiss him again.

Lance let out a small moan and Dalton dropped his phone on the bed so that he could grab onto Lance's hip. The kiss was not aggressive or dominant. It was a gentle kiss. Had Lance not been here, he wouldn't believe Dalton could kiss so sweetly.

Lance broke the kiss, looking down at Dalton. He was smiling like a doofus up at him, making Lance smile even bigger.

"What?" The older laughed out.

Lance let out a content sign, settling back in to snuggle. He rested his head where it was before, on Dalton's shoulder.

I wish he was like this all the time instead of a dickhead.

"What are you thinking about? Is your mind running around at the thought of our hot sex? Because if you want more, all you need to do is ask," Dalton laughed.

Running. That reminded Lance about something.

"Hey Dalton, if I ask you a question, will you answer honestly?"

"Yeah, what's going on, baby boy?"

"Friday when I was at my track meet I felt like I was being watched by someone. I looked around and looked out to the parking lot, but I didn't see anyone watching me. It's not the first time I felt like someone was their watching me. It isn't just at the track field either. Do you...do you check upon me or have one of your cop buddies keep tabs on me?"

Dalton stiffened, which wasn't a good sign as far as Lance was concerned.

"Sometimes... I do keep an eye out on you to see who you are with, but I wasn't there Friday. How often does this happen?" Dalton asked with a touch of concern in his voice.

"You realize stalking is kind of a creeper move, right?" Lance smiled, shaking his head at the older man.

"Answer the question," Dalton gave a sigh, unamused by the comment.

"Hmm...I never really thought about it but I would say probably when I'm at track or ju-jitsu practice."

"How long has this been going on?" Dalton used his arm to support his weight as he sat up some.

"I don't know. A month maybe or perhaps longer. I always mean to ask you, but I'd forget." Lance said with a shrug.

"I'm going with you to your meet today," Dalton firmly stated.

"What? No! You don't have to do that," Lance stated.

"Lancewell Calvin Miller, do not argue with me on this! I'm going and that's all that will be said on the matter. Deal with it," Dalton sneered.

"Fine! Don't be a dick about it!" Lance hissed back.

"Fine!" Dalton grumbled.

"Fine!" Lance returned the grumble.

"Good night, cunt face." Dalton begrudgingly said.

"Good night, sour wad." Lance mumbled back in a sour tone.

Lance laid down on him bed. His body facing his night stand like it was earlier. Dalton, even though he was pissed off, came up behind Lance. He wrapped an arm around him, plastering his body to the younger man's back side. Dalton buried his face in the back of Lance's hair. He let in a deep breath, taking in the scent of his younger step-brother, and released that breath slowly.

"Ass." Lance whispered.

"Slut." Dalton returned the insult quietly.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to email with comments, questions, or criticism. Good or bad, I love hearing from all of you. If you do email me, tell me where you're from! I love hearing where in the world you are! I hope you enjoyed this installment.

Just to answer a few questions that are recurring:

-I promise, I am no quitter. I will continue this story until it is completed. The last chapter will be clearly labeled when the time comes.

-I have planned form 10-15 chapters. The number of chapters ultimately will depend on a few factors. Once of which being you, the reader.

-Circumference is when you use a tape measure and measure the objects girth lol

-I have other works, but I've never actually posted material of this nature online before. This story was a test run to see how my smut is. Because honestly, I am actually not comfortable writing smut LOL

-I aim to post on average once/month. Sometimes I might do two in a month and skip one, kind of like with July and August

Until next time, my friends!