Author's note: If you are here now, you need to read Frat House Troopers by Xavier Mayne first, otherwise this story will make no sense at all. The characters and storyline in this series are made to fit together with Frat House Troopers.
The characters and story are used with Xavier Mayne's permission. Thank you, XM, for letting me borrow Brandt and Donnelly :)
Please be warned, this series contains scenes of a graphic nature involving male on male sex. If this is not for you, don't read and don't complain. I did
warn you :) This story is purely fictional, in real life safe sex is critical and essential! Any scenes without the use of condoms are not intended to promote unprotected sex but to maintain the flow of prose.
Enjoy!
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Reality crashed like an A380 Airbus into an office building about ten minutes after the link was terminated. Gabriel only just made it to the toilet before throwing up everything but his hair follicles, crawling into the shower afterward to contemplate how badly he'd fucked things up tonight.
If Brandt didn't hunt him down and kill him tonight, Monday morning there'd most certainly be a transfer order waiting on the Chief's desk. Instead of Brandt's, Gabriel half expected it to be
his
transfer with his signature forged at bottom of the form. He wouldn't contest it if that happened. After all, it was only what he deserved for violating Ethan's trust.
Gabriel seriously considered leaving the Troopers altogether, finding some anonymous job in some anonymous city. If he'd broken the trust of his partner, his
best friend
, once already, he could do it again with another partner. And the dissolution of trust was what got troopers killed. So, yeah, he'd probably be doing everyone a favour by resigning.
But first, before he left, he had to find Brandt and...what, explain? How
could
he when he didn't even understand himself? Didn't matter. He had to try, had to see the man he loved one more time before he disappeared forever.
Shaking, Gabriel got out of the shower, clothed himself and grabbed his keys. It took twenty minutes to get to Brandt's place and he used his spare key to go inside the darkened apartment. Ethan arrived not long after, surprised to see Gabriel there.
Yeah right. Where else would I go?
Gabriel expected Brandt's rage, his scorn. He expected to get the shit kicked out of him. Only, things didn't pan out like he'd thought they would. No, that's not true. It
started
like he thought it would and for a moment there he thought it would end that way too.
But for the kiss.
It was the most magical, most bewildering, most
surprising
kiss Gabriel had ever experienced. It didn't last long, that first contact. It wasn't especially passionate or even coordinated. And yet it held all the power of something that had been building for years. It lit Gabriel up like a Roman candle. And then it was followed by a rain of many more until each kiss had no beginning and no end, just one infinite cord of passion connecting Ethan to Gabriel.
Now they were both drunk off their asses and the confessions were flowing freely. Brandt was giggling hysterically.
"You went back to Camp & Dragg by yourself to buy underwear?"
Gabriel blushed furiously but was unable to stop a smile.
"Uh, yeah."
"Hahahahaha!" Tears were running down Brandt's face. "That must've been interesting. Did good ol' Bryce cop a feel?"
"Several," answered Gabriel, now laughing himself. "He wanted me to, uh,
bone up
for a proper fitting."
That set his partner off even more and Brandt was now rolling around on the floor.
"And did you? Did you give a dog a bone?" Gabriel didn't answer but he didn't have to, his red cheeks said it all. "You did! Didn't you?"
"Bryce nearly passed out."
"Hahaha! I'll bet he did.
I
nearly passed out tonight when I saw that monster," Brandt giggled. Gabriel glowed with drunken pride at the compliment to his manhood. "How the hell did it happen? You didn't let Bryce...pump you up, did you?"
"Ah, no. I was just, uh, thinking of you and..." Gabriel raised his fist in 'salute', sending Brandt into another fit of laughter. When it died down, Ethan was a bit more serious.
"Wait. You got hard thinking of me?" Ethan had a shy smile on his face that was downright adorable.
"Always," Gabe replied with a crooked grin.
The smile faded from his partner's lips, giving way to a scorching look in his eyes.
"And are you hard now?" Brandt asked, his voice deepening. He wet his lips slowly, having noticed Gabriel track the movement whenever he did it.
"Come and find out," Gabriel challenged hoarsely, his own desire coming through his words. He'd been achingly erect ever since the kiss and his cock wasn't going down without help.
Brandt stifled a grin, biting his lip saucily. Without a word, he picked up the almost empty Jaeger bottle from next to the dozen empty beer bottles, poured a shot and slammed it. Ethan then crawled over on all fours to where Gabriel sat in an arm chair. Gabe straightened up a little, swallowing visibly at the sexy sight of a barefoot Ethan prowling across the floor like a jungle cat, wearing a white t-shirt, riding up his torso, and loose-fit ripped jeans, riding low on his hips. Gabriel allowed his legs to fall open, giving his partner access as Brandt came to a stop, kneeling between his own bare feet.
Gabriel's pulse thundered as Ethan ran a finger up from his ankle to his knee. Then from his knee, a hand skimmed up his thigh, inside the leg of his cargo shorts. He hissed as Ethan's palm pressed into his crotch. A gentle massage over his underwear, following the ridge of his penis from root to tip, made him groan.
"
Fuck
," he whispered, his cock pulsing in Ethan's hand. Licking his lips again, Ethan smiled lop-sidedly, pleased with what he'd found.
Twenty-four hours ago, Gabriel couldn't conceive of a situation where Brandt would willingly rub his erect cock. Hell,
four
