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"Hey there...not from around here, are ya?"
Damn it.
Eddie slowed his pace. He had just rounded the corner after finally passing off the small fortune of weed he had been carrying for his plug, Rick. The weirdo had paid him an extra five hundred on top of his usual rate to bring it to friend in some random town in North Dakota. It had been on the way for Eddie, or he wouldn't have done it. His heavy metal cover band, Corroded Coffin, was playing a few bars through the midwest out towards California. He had left his band at a hotel and driven the extra twenty or so miles east to drop the order.
And then he had been spotted by a goddamn cop.
Did Eddie have the worst luck or what?
To his surprise, the bastard didn't look much older than Eddie. He could have been younger, but it was hard to tell. He had dark, slick backed hair and a bit of a pinched face-, kind of like a rat. But that was just the way he carried himself. Eddie could tell he was attractive-, in the same way lots of douchebags with vapes were sometimes.
A white cloud of heavily scented smoke drifted out the man's window as he slowly rolled his car to a stop. Stark County Sheriff’s Department was painted across the door. Fabulous. With Eddie's luck he would get locked up and have to use his one phone call to beg his friends to come bail him out with their small stack of cash from the dive bar gigs. They would never forgive him.
"No, sir. Just passing through on my way to a show. I'm in a band,"
"That right?" The deputy asked, clearly amused. "Why don't you step around to the side of the car,"
"Why would I-,"
"You often sell drugs before you uh...preform?"
Eddie cursed himself and Reefer Rick a thousandfold inside his head. He'd dealt with the law before, but in Hawkins. Where the chief of police and his uncle knew each other on a first name basis.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Eddie complied with stopping by the car, certain that running would not help his case. The deputy got out and made his way to where Eddie was at beside he trunk. They were of similar heights. In broad daylight, Tillman-, (Eddie spotted the name on the man's uniform), was a little goofy looking. He had every sign of someone who lacked any actual confidence. Like a scared shitless puppy who had adopted a big bark. He looked like any other fuck boy, pretty but hard to keep up a conversation with.
"Funny. You got any ID on you?"
Eddie forked over his driver's license.
"Indiana. Whew...kinda far."
"Well, I did say I was traveling."
"Huh, right. What kind of music?"
Eddie's lip twitched. "We're a cover band. Metal, mostly."
"Shit. You any good?"
For a brief moment, Eddie had some hope. Maybe the guy had enough braincells leftover from the vape smoke to realize that even if he took Eddie in, without them having the guy he dropped to, there was no proof. And Eddie wasn't carrying anything. Even his van, which was parked a few blocks away, was clean for once.
"I like to think so. We pull pretty decent crowds."
Gator sat the ID down on the back of the cruiser and began writing something down on a black clipboard beside it.
"Shame they'll be missing you. Unless your friends are nice enough to bail you out."
"Motherfu-," Eddie moaned into his hands.
He was toast. Gareth would do it. He would, but he would never shut up about it. Hell, the drummer would probably drive to Rick's and beat his head in for indirectly fucking up the one time they had bars booking them for gigs.
"Now, now. Let's not make this worse."
"I didn't even do anything, man."
Eddie was shoved against the side of the car while Tillman read him his rights. Handcuffs were placed on his wrists after they were pulled behind his back in a surprisingly firm grip. Although, as he was made to duck into the back of the cruiser, he caught a glimpse of the deputy's arms straining against his black fitted shirt.
Maybe it shouldn't have been all that surprising.
"It's about a twenty minute ride to the station...Munson. You can post bail in a few hours after booking and a phone call. Unless you fuck up and piss somebody off."
"C'mon man...er, sir." It left a weird taste in Eddie's mouth to call the cop sir. Usually he saved that for situations that were a lot less dire. "I have a show tonight, it's our biggest turn out yet..."
"You really beggin' me?" He asked, clearly entertained. "Shut up and sit back."
Eddie complied, his heart sinking. For a few minutes he sat there in silence as they turned out onto a highway. Tillman answered a few call outs on the radio. He puffed on his vape. It was then that Eddie decided to approach the situation with a different tactic.
"Look," Eddie started only to be met with the deputy's heavy sighs. "Er...what's your name, anyway? Don't you have to tell me that shit?"
The other man was silent for a minute as they passed by a gas station and a beige, foreboding looking elementary school.
"It's Gator. Gator Tillman."
It took every ounce of strength Eddie had left not to laugh at the name Gator. If there was a god, Eddie was praying for any extra ounce of restraint.
"Alright. Gator. Listen, Gator...if you just let me off, I can help you out."
"How you figure?"
"I have connections. If you're...looking for that."
When Gator didn't answer, Eddie dialed down his tone.
"Look man, I'm not going to incriminate myself, but if you needed anything-,"
Gator laughed. It was a loud, nasally kind of sound.
"I have all the connections I would ever need. Nothing some queer from Indiana might have would be able to top em."
Shit.
Eddie vaguely considered giving up Rick's friend. But he couldn't do that. It would just lead to more trouble down the line. Eddie began to panic. The cuffs on his wrists felt too tight. He was going to miss the show. His friends were going to hate him. All for a lousy five hundred bucks.
"I have five hundred in cash. In my wallet." Eddie spat out suddenly. "You can have it all."
Gator was silent. He didn't say yes or no or grunt or laugh or anything. Eddie started to wonder if he was being ignored or if the man had even heard him. But the cause for Gator's distraction became evident at a stop light.
A blonde woman with a pretty big chest came jogging by on the sidewalk in a sports bra. It was clear Gator had been eyeballing her out the windows and through the mirrors. If Eddie wasn't mistaken, he had watched the deputy just adjust the beginnings of a boner in the front of his pants.
Which...while sad, and rather pathetic, Eddie wondered if he could use it as an out for himself.
"You seem kind of lonely. And you're a pretty attractive dude with a decent job so...that's got to suck."
Eddie waited with baited breath over whether or not Gator would take the hint. At first he just got more of the silent treatment until they rounded a bend near what looked like a mini-mall.
"I get women all the time. What do you mean?"
"Oh you get them, I'm sure." Eddie said with doubt heavy in his voice. "But do you keep them? Like do they keep coming back?"
"Well...that isn't anything-,"
"Thought so."
Gator made an annoyed huffing sound. "Do you have a point? What's your new half-assed offer now? Like I don't know you're sniffing for some get out of jail free card..."
"The offer is me, officer." Eddie admitted with what he hoped was a wanton little sigh. He'd slid as far over as he could while cuffed in the back seat, speaking right behind Gator's head through the metal cage between them. "Quick fuck. However you want. But we use a condom or just fucking forget it. Don't want whatever super herpes you might've found out here-,"
"You're really...you wanna-,"
Eddie seemed to have stunned Gator. He even pulled over to the side of the road by the vacant mall.
"Yeah. I'm strictly ACAB, but if you'll let me off I'll do whatever you say, deputy."
"So you are one of them."
Eddie blinked blankly at the back of Gator's head.
"One of who now?"
He watched Gator wet his lips in the cruisers mirror.
"A fa-...queer."
"Uh...listen. I'm whatever you want me to be if it means we throw out this bullshit you have me in here for. I go my way, you go yours. We never speak of it."
It wasn't unbeknownst to Eddie that he was playing a dangerous game. Gator seemed a little slow, but that didn't mean he wouldn't hurt Eddie. Even if he took him up on the offer, there was no guarantee for safety. But Eddie could see Gator considering this opportunity in the mirror. The snarkiness had left his face.
"You being serious?"
Gator's eyes crinkled as he stared deadpan out through the windshield. They were surrounded by empty roads and wind.
"I'm serious." Eddie assured him, stomach tingling at the prospect of having to deliver on this idea. "But I want out afterwards. My van is actually parked really close to here."
Without saying another word, Gator started off again down the road. This time though he pulled into the parking lot of what appeared to be the abandoned mini-mall. In the far corner was a functioning laundromat. Other than that, they were surrounded by busted out security lighting and overgrown blacktop. Eddie recognized the shape of the building, because he had decided to park behind it and walk through the alleyways in order to drop his order off. It felt ironic to be back on the other side of things wearing handcuffs.
He was wearing handcuffs and about to prostitute himself for his own freedom.
Gator cut the ignition and got out of the cruiser. He came around to Eddie's door and opened it, grabbing him under the armpit to yank him out of the seat. He leaned in close, his voice in Eddie's hear was shaky despite being venomous.
"Cuffs stay on. You try anything suspicious and I take you in for the drug shit and solicitation. You got me?"
"Sure man. You promise to let me go? It'll help me stay less suspicious if you catch my drift." Eddie said firmly.
Gator eyed him, looking surprised that he had matched threatening tone for threatening tone.
"I'll hold my end of it up."
"Sounds good. Uh...where did you wanna-?"
Gator slid back into the front seat of the cruiser. He shoved a bunch of crap into the passenger seat, including what looked like a fancy laptop and possibly a fucking shotgun. He then patted his lap like Eddie was some sort of animal while looking away over at the empty mini-mall.
"Oh. Of course."
What the hell was this plan? This man had a shotgun riding shotgun and Eddie was voluntarily offering himself up to him like a piece of meat.
But he needed to make it to the show. He needed to keep the money, too. His van would need a few things after their road tour was over. He was fifty percent sure Gator wouldn't blow his brains out after fucking him. The odds weren't great, but they were in fact present.
Eddie sat on Gator's thighs in the front seat. The angle was wrong. Everything was uncomfortable. From Eddie's knees shoved in between either side of the deputy's legs and the car's interior, to the way the steering wheel was in danger of poking Eddie consistently in the spine. It left them one position-, which would involve Eddie sitting right on top of Gator's dick.
Although, Eddie knew he found Gator to be kind of hot. Insufferable, sure. Kind of a moron, definitely. But for whatever reason, he struck Eddie as somebody who didn't get laid a lot.
Maybe it was the haircut.
"Do you have lotion or anything in this bitch?" Eddie asked, looking wildly around at the messy interior of the cruiser.
"For what?"
Eddie shot him a withering look.
"For me. Unless you like blood on your dick?"
When Gator just stared at him blankly, Eddie sighed.
"I can do it myself if you take the cuffs off a sec. Just a few minutes and I'll be good, I'm used to it."
Gator's ears went red as he shook his head.
"No deal. Cuffs have to stay on-,"
"Well what are we-,"
"I'll do it." Gator blurted out, his neck turning as red as his ears. "You mean like...fingering you, right? So you can fit my dick in you."
"Yeah, sweetheart. Judging by what I'm feeling underneath me here I'm gonna need the help."
Eddie being flirtatious really made Gator flustered. He looked away out the window, his blush crawling slowly into his face.
"I can do it. Just tell me how."
"Sure, handsome. First things first is you're gonna have to get my pants off."
When Gator didn't move, Eddie wiggled in his lap.
"Can't fuck me through a pair of jeans."
"Right, right." Gator undid Eddie's belt with shaking hands. When it came time to pull them down, Eddie lifted his hips to help.
"Better take the boxers with them. I'm not shy, so just yank everything down for me."
Gator nodded, swallowing hard as he pulled Eddie's jeans and shorts down past his knees. The busted out, yellowy shopping center lighting illuminated planes of pale skin and dark body hair. Eddie had a few tattoos that Gator's eyes were drawn to. He went to touch the black dragon that was curved around Eddie's left hip and paused before dropping his hand back to his lap.
"You can touch me." Eddie chuckled. "Isn't that why I came up here? Use me, Sheriff-,"
"I'm not the-,"
"Shush. I know. We're playing, baby."
Gator nodded stiffly, putting his hands on Eddie's bare waist. His touch was careful for somebody so abrasive on the outside. His fingers rained down Eddie's sides, shyly cupped his ass and gave it a squeeze. He squirmed in Gator's lap in response, noting that he could definitely feel the impressive shape of the deputy's hard dick under his bottom.
"The tats had to hurt..."
Eddie shook his head. "Nah, I have a whole bunch. You got any?"
"Nope...don't like needles."
Eddie nodded, rolling down a little into the other man's erection.
"You must see something you like, huh?"
Gator didn't say anything, but Eddie was certain he'd seen the man nod. His touch moved from Eddie's cheeks to his cock, exploring how it moved in his hand, what it was like to rub his thumb back and forth and around the head until it was wet. Eddie hadn't expected to get aroused so naturally. He'd figured he would mostly be getting off on the experience as a whole. Getting it from a cop in his cop car? Insanely hot. But Gator was just hot all on his own without trying. His innocent curiosity. His naivety. His big hands exploring different facets of Eddie's body.
The massive cock he kept pushing up against Eddie's bare ass.
"Shit, baby. You feel nice. Mind putting your fingers to use for me?"
Gator gave himself a little shake, his big eyes wide as he reached into a compartment in the console of the cruiser to dig out an old jar of Vaseline. He coated two fingers in it messily while Eddie watched.
"Put a little on my backdoor for me. Before you do anything."
"Right. I can uh...do that."
Gator nearly dropped the little jar due to his nerves, but he managed to scoop some more onto his finger before shakily putting his hand low while Eddie went slightly up on his knees.
"Get it a little messy. It's okay."
Gator spread the tacky mixture onto Eddie's hole and taint, painting it all around the furled entrance until everything was slick.
"Good. Now, start with just one. Work it in kinda slow first."
"Uh, okay. I can do that."
Gator still hesitated, but he managed to work his index finger into Eddie slowly. It was so awkward to not have any access to his hands and have to be wary of a steering wheel behind his ass, but Eddie tried to lean in to how good it actually felt. Gator listened pretty well, shockingly enough. He relaxed into the subtle stretch that was different, but still familiar. Gator's fingers were a lot thicker.
"Is it okay?" He asked softly when Eddie didn't say anything.
He chuckled, his wrists straining painfully in the cuffs.
"Yeah, you're doing fine. You can add that second one if you're ready."
"H-hell yeah, I'm ready."
The stutter was very convincing. As were his shaking hands.
Regardless, Eddie moaned under his breath as Gator slid two fingers into his hole. It took his breath away for a second, especially how he had just let them in all the way to the knuckle like that. To make things a little easier Eddie sat up the best he could over Gator's thighs, the back of his head touching the interior ceiling. For a few seconds the only sounds were Eddie's soft little groans and the slick sound of Gator experimenting inside of Eddie with his two fingers.
He seemed to like all of Eddie's subtle little responses. Their close proximity left no room to hide from one another. Gator's forehead was soaked with sweat; it was dripping down into his brows. Eddie just struggled with keeping upright and did his best not to accidentally touch the wheel with his cuffed hands.
"You're getting pretty good at this, sweetheart." Eddie praised him, liking how it made Gator look more nervous for some reason. "You like touching me like this?"
Gator swallowed so hard Eddie heard it.
"Mhm...I-, I sure do."
Eddie chuckled at the stutter and lifted his hips up again. He ducked his head down to whisper right beside Gator's ear.
"Bet if you used another I might be nice and soft for you, all ready take your dick."
"Three? Isn't that like a lot?"
"I think I'll be okay. I've had more than that before."
Gator was blushing something awful, but he did as Eddie asked. More Vaseline was added to his hand and he started to add in another finger. This stretch made Eddie start to have to slow himself down, adjust to the pressure Gator was putting on his insides. It was a lot to take from a weird angle with his legs parted and pinned like they were in the front seat.
Gator mumbled something inaudible under his breath just as he began to rock his digits into Eddie's ass.
"What's that, lawman?"
"Nothin."
"Fuck...you said something,"
Eddie groaned as Gator's three fingers began to slowly pace back and forth just inside his hole. Gator was close enough to a certain spot that had Eddie's cock wet. It was getting all over the deputy's shirt.
"No I didn't. Well I just...I don't know. Wish I didn't pick this stupid seat. I wanna see. Wanna see my fingers opening you up for me."
Eddie felt himself clench through the stretch. It was getting hard to focus with the way Gator kept driving them through so slowly, so intently, like he just enjoyed the sensation of being inside him.
"Well damn, Deputy Tillman. Maybe you can pull me over some time and bend me over the back of the cruiser." Eddie felt Gator's dick kick in his jeans at the suggestion.
"Wha-, really?"
"We'll see how you do this time. And that's if you actually let me off-,"
"Damn it, Munson. I said I would." Gator asserted defensively. "Can I fuck you yet?"
"Easy, killer. You're gonna have to find my wallet in my jeans. There's a condom somewhere in there."
Gator nodded eagerly, slowly withdrawing his fingers before wiping them off on some random glove he found in the passenger seat. Eddie watched him locate the wallet that had fallen onto the floor. The condom ended up being some glow in the dark piece of shit from a club, but it was going to have to do. Despite them having reached this point, and Gator having to be stupidly hard by now, he still hesitated. His eyes were big and wide when they looked up at Eddie, the condom uselessly in one hand as he fiddled with his zipper with the other.
"Need help?" Eddie prompted sarcastically. "If I had hands, I could suck you off a bit first."
Gator twitched in the seat.
"I wouldn't last through all that."
"Eager beaver are we? Well pull it out, Officer Big Boy. Draw your weapon."
"You say the dumbest shit."
Eddie pretended to look flattered.
"Thanks. Now can I see it or not? I'm kinda missing your hands. Got nothing to fill myself with now that you made me all good and wet-,"
Gator made a noise like something was stuck in his throat. His fingers fumbled with his fly, and he cursed under his breath while trying to yank it down. The zipper stuck and he hissed in anger.
Eddie had to stifle a laugh.
Eventually Gator got his pants undone, revealing plain black shorts. In order to pull all this down, he had to lift himself up and practically rub up against Eddie. His blush had gone wild- spreading in a splotchy mess down his neck.
"Hey, baby." Eddie whispered in a low tone. "Wha-, oh holy shit."
Eddie fell back into the front seat with Gator, over his lap with his knees wedged in on either side. It was hard to tell with the angle and lights, but Gator really had a massive cock. Eddie had guessed as much from sitting on the deputy's lap, but his imagination simply had not been generous enough. It was suddenly no longer a want, but a need that he collect on the get out of jail free card. Hell-, they could put him in jail after and it would've been worth it.
Well, maybe it wasn't that serious.
But while the offer to bend over for Gator some other time had been a joke, Eddie was considering it genuinely. His cock was pretty and thick and the way Gator slid it slowly through his fist while watching Eddie stare at it...a small smirk began to form on his face.
"What were you expecting?"
"Not this, honestly."
Gator leaned his head back into the seat, chewing apart his lower lip as he eyed Eddie's cock beside his own. He switched between stroking himself and stroking Eddie's dick, his eyelids fluttering as he worked on getting them both off.
"If I take off the cuffs...and you do something stupid-,"
"I wouldn't. I just wanna sit on your dick, baby."
Gator had bitten and chewed his lip so throughly that it had turned a dark red. He reached behind Eddie and removed the handcuffs, taking them and tossing them aside. He sat back and eyed Eddie warily, like he might try jumping out the window or something.
Instead, Eddie put one hand on Gator's shoulder. His fingers touched thick polyester and some kind of radio that was clipped to the deputy's uniform. His other hand held Gator's dick. He very slowly eased the tip into himself that way, hissing under his breath at the severity of their angle. He apperciated in retrospect that he had the sense to put extra jelly on the condom. There was no way in hell Eddie would ever tell a cop that he was the biggest that he ever had. Eddie would rather give Gator's pistol some head.
He didn't need to use words, though. Gator's smirk had returned. He watched as Eddie fed his dick into his hole, fingers tightening on the musician's hips as he inched downwards. The fact that it was just barely glowing purple in the dark because of the condom added to the surrealism of the moment.
"Fuck did you feed this thing?" Eddie asked in a strangled whisper. He wasn't even seated in Gator's lap and it felt like he was in danger of tearing himself in half. "You jerk off with Miracle Grow or some shit?"
Gator rolled his eyes, smirk slowly fading as he felt Eddie tighten around his dick.
"Well fuck-,"
"Yeah that's what I'm fucking saying-,"
Eddie's breath caught when Gator grabbed his hips and ass, holding him steady as he bottomed out on his lap. He fell forward onto Gator's chest, fully expecting to be pushed away, only to be surprised when Gator whined inside his ear.
"Oh fuck...oh shit-,"
Gator whimpered, clawing both Eddie's side and the armrest next to him. Despite every part of Eddie wanting to shake from just how full he really felt, he forced himself to sit up on Gator's dick. He could have sworn it was pushing on his internal organs-, or maybe they were just close enough. An absurd mental image of being able to see it bulging Eddie's stomach flashed in his head.
"That feel good, sir?" Eddie whispered into Gator's ear. He moaned then, and not even in a fake way. He wanted so badly to fuck the deputy-, ride him until he was screaming-, but he wasn't opposed to playing with his food before he ate it. "You're a sick fuck for picking up someone off the roadside just to have somewhere to warm up your dick."
Gator spasamed again underneath of him.
"I-I didn't-,"
Eddie lifted up and forced himself down onto Gator's hard cock. He had to grip the man's shoulders again to anchor himself to something. The movement had him seeing stars in the corners of his vision.
"Holy fuck,"
"Can you ride it? Or is it too much for you?" Gator asked, actually attempting to sound somewhat intimidating despite his voice catching every other syllable.
"I know we don't know one another." Eddie forced himself to roll his hips up, then down as he bounced on Gator's thighs hard a few times in sucession. "But trust me I can."
With his hands free, it was monumentally easier to move against Gator. Eddie rose upwards towards the cruisers ceiling and forced himself to take the deputy's thick, rigid cock over and over until he was hissing out curse words and gripping Gator's shoulders for support. It felt so damn good to feel so much pressure on repeat, especially when he felt the girth of it nailing against a certain spot every single time his hips came down.
"Oh holy fuck...I can't, I'm so fucking...I'm so fucking close."
Gator's head thrashed back against his seat. He whined loudly into his hand as Eddie rolled down into his lap.
"You're close?" Eddie moaned into Gator's ear. He felt the man nod. His hold on Eddie's hip was so tight, it was sure to leave a bruise. "Come on officer, finish in me. Fill me up with that big cock of yours-,"
Eddie wasn't entirely sure Gator was crying, but he wasn't not making soft little sobbing sounds in between his caveman like grunting. He bounced Eddie on his lap, rabbiting into his hole until blunt nails sliced into the side of his neck.
"Jesus, fuck..."
Eddie felt the dick inside him pulse as Gator came. The weird, sobbing/moaning combination continued for a few seconds in his ears. There were tears on Eddie's shoulder, but he didn't point them out. He lifted himself up to slide Gator out, only to choke on a moan when he felt the other man pulling his cock out from Eddie's thoroughly fucked hole. It was a little rough sitting back down on the cop's lap after that, but he managed. Gator caught his breath before gesturing towards Eddie's own erection.
"You didn't...you know."
"Oh...yeah. I would have jerked off or something but there wasn't much room to-, oh."
Gator wrapped a hand around Eddie's dick. He stroked him lazily, slowly, with a firm grip as he worked him from root to tip. He laid his head back on the seat, wiping his damp face with his free hand.
"This alright?"
"Yeah..." Eddie mumbled, exhaling hard through gritted teeth. "More than alright."
"Feel good?"
Gator was talking to him with his eyes shut.
"Yeah baby...told you. You have nice hands."
Eddie rocked messily into the hand on his dick. It felt stupidly good-, more than any handjob ever had the right to. The build up of fucking himself down onto the deputy, especially with all his needy little pleas and moans, had dragged Eddie to edge well before Gator even touched him.
"I wanna make you come." Gator said under his breath. He took his other hand and cupped Eddie's balls, squeezing them a little in his palm while the hand around Eddie's shaft picked up the pace.
"You're going to, baby. I'm so close,"
Eddie meant every word. There was something in the way Gator touched him, a hint of desperation lingered in every move he made. Eddie believed he really wanted to get him to come. Like his entire ego depended upon it.
"Come on...wanna feel you," Gator said again in that urgent, whiney kind of way.
"You did feel me." Eddie teased. "How much did you like feeling me bounce on your dick?"
"Shit. Too much,"
Eddie swallowed back a laugh. He looped his hands around the deputy's neck and inched up on his knees again. He would have sat at any angle, really, if it meant both of those hands of Gator's would play with his cock.
He came in Gator's fingers. It got on his stomach as well their laps. Eddie watched the other man reach for a few Kleenex in the glove box to wipe them both up after cleaning his hands. A few seconds later, Gator reached for the record of Eddie's arrest off the dashboard. He tore it clean in two.
"You mean it? I can go?" Eddie asked warily.
Gator nodded without speaking. He looked exhausted, and maybe a little nervous himself.
"You aren't gonna like...tell people about this, right?"
Eddie had started doing up his jeans before Gator asked him this question.
"Uh, no. I'm honestly not sure people would believe me. It sounds like porn."
Gator's lip twitched. "Alright. Good. Would hate to have to hurt ya."
"...right."
Gator opened the door so that they could get out of the cruiser and stretch their limbs. The sun had started to set in the mini-mall parking lot. They were still the only car for miles around.
Eddie took the ripped up proof of his arrest out of the clipboard on Gator's dashboard.
"What are you doin' with that? I was just gonna burn it."
"Hm, maybe do that later." Eddie said while jotting down his phone number on one of the halves. He folded it into a square and put it in the front pocket of Gator's uniform.
The deputy looked confused, but he didn't question Eddie on it. He did get out his vape, frowning when the musician lit up an actual cigarette.
"Gross."
"You're kidding, right?"
Gator rolled his eyes before ducking down to get back into the driver's seat.
"You said your van's just behind the mall?"
"Why?" Eddie asked, batting his lashes down at Gator. "You worried about my safety, Deputy Tillman?"
"Fuck off..." Gator mumbled around his vape.
"I am."
Eddie smirked as he leaned down in through the man's open window. With one hand he plucked the vape out his mouth and chucked it to the floor, putting his lips over the sounds of indignation that had started to erupt from Gator.
The kiss only lasted less than a minute, but when they separated the look left on other man's face was priceless. Gator's jaw had dropped and his eyes were deep brown voids of both want and confusion.
"That has my number on it. If you ever wanted to act out that whole back of the cruiser thing. Or you know...whatever." Eddie said with a genuine grin, prodding the man's pocket where he had stashed the paper.
"Oh...Okay, yeah. Right."
"See you later...deputy."
Eddie gave him a wink before he turned to walk back to his van, vanishing in the light from the setting sun off in the distance.