It was a Friday.
Everyone at Sunhill station knew exactly what that meant.
*******
"Benson! Tucker! What are you doing standing there? Do we pay you to stand there?! Do you *really* have nothing better to do?!! THERE'S CRIMINALS OUT THERE! GET THEM!!"
The two luckless Constables cringed in the face of Sergeant Gilmore's onslaught and muttered quiet admissions of their willingness to rid the streets of crime before slinking out the door. After all, the streets were more preferable an option than hanging around the station on Fridays.
Fridays were when Craig Gilmore was at the pinnacle of narkiness. It meant he had had four days previously to pine after one PC Luke Ashton, and one day until the weekend would give him his release. Fridays were bad for the station. It's never nice having to deal with a Sergeant with a serious load of pent up sexual frustration.
*******
"Luke! Wait up!"
Kerry came running down the corridor towards her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Kerry...hi," smiled Luke as he paused in his walk, never sure how to deal with public displays of affection in the corridors. "Something up?"
"No...," Kerry replied with a smooth grin, "but there might be later if you've been a good boy..."
Luke chuckled low, blushing slightly as he leaned in for a kiss. "Looking forward to- CRAIG! I mean...Sergeant Gilmore!"
"You're looking forward to Craig?" asked Kerry, clearly not expecting that response to her words.
Luke didn't reply, quite possibly because he was in the process of pushing her away and turning a welcoming grin at Craig who was storming up the corridor towards them. "Sarge! Sarge!" If Luke was bopping on his feet slightly, Kerry didn't notice it. Kerry didn't seem to notice much.
"Why'd you want to see Gilmore *today*?" she whispered in his ear as Craig neared them with a highly dissatisfied look on his face. "It's *Friday*, Luke. You know what he's like on Fridays!"
"Well, yeah, but his probably got his reasons, right?" replied Luke absentmindedly, still staring doe-eyed at Craig, who had now reached them.
"Lu- I mean, PC Ashton," said Craig, formality leaking from his words. "Is there something you want?"
"You." Luke, realising his Freudian slip, blushed. He took a deep breath and tried to clarify. "I mean, I want you."
"You want me...?" replied Craig, his voice dropping an octave as his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Like, for work...ah..." stammered Luke. His face was flushing red, which would have looked entirely suspicious to his girlfriend, had she the ability to notice such things.
"For work?" replied Craig, regaining his composure and attempting to stand straighter in order to show his displeasure at being blown off for what was surely the hundredth time that week. If there was ever a way to annoy Luke Ashton, it was emphasising the height difference between them.
Kerry was looking back and forth between them, and then shook her head as though to clear a nagging thought. "Well, I'll see you both later, then. Got a robbery to check out."
She left them standing in the corridor, still staring at each other.
*******
By now, the whole station knew about Craig's sporadically-unrequited love for Luke. There was a tally running on how long, if ever, it would take Kerry to notice.
*******
"Why'd you call me away from my girlfriend? You know there was no reason for doing that." Luke stared up at Craig, his face now flushed with anger.
Craig breathed out. He was used to this. "*You* wanted to see *me*, PC Ashton. And I expect you to talk to a superior officer with a little more respect unless you want a disciplinarian committee slapped on your arse."
"W-What?"
"I mean, an official notice. Where you'd be discipined." Craig was stammering badly. "Obviously your arse won't be slapped, though. We don't believe in corporal punishment in Sunhill."
He quickly strutted off, overcompensating badly for his immense feelings of humiliation.
*******
Gina saw the entire scene though the window of a nearby office. She had tried talking to Craig every week about his crush on Luke. It was nice to see he was improving, she thought sarcastically, as she dialed the number that would call Craig to her office once more.
*******
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Gina stared at Craig as he stood stubbornly to attention in her office, barely five minutes later.
"Craig, my dear," she began calmly, trying for the mothering friend approach, "you are obviously still having trouble keeping your private and professional feelings for Luke separate. You're becoming a regular nightmare for everyone around here."
"I'll deal with it."
"Yes..." Gina sighed, more to herself than him. "It *is* nearly the weekend."
******
Craig dropped his keys on the bedside table and began stripping off his clothes. Home, at last! He'd become a man of routine and Friday's after work involved a quick cold shower before an early night in. Or at least that's how he always intended it to be.
"Ahh...Luke," he sighed, as he pulled off the last of his clothes and walked barefoot towards the bathroom. He turned on the light and stepped inside, walking over to turn the taps on full-heat. So much for a cold shower. One day he'd gain some degree of restraint and actually manage to rid himself of his erection the less enjoyable way.
As the steam began filling the room, he closed the bathroom door and absently ran a hand through his hair, making it stand more spiked than he allowed it at the station. He let his gaze slide over to the mirror. He liked his hair like that. More disheveled, more like he'd woken up after a night of having his head slide again and again over the pillow as he moaned and screamed release up at Luke as he was rammed deeper and deeper into the mattress. The image certainly had its appeal.
It certainly appealed to specific parts of his anatomy. He crooked the corner of his mouth into a smirk and stepped into the shower, wrapping a hand around his half-erect cock, feeling it swell slightly at the touch. He loved the feel of heat and blood pounding under his grip, the water of the shower flooding down his body was a delicious sensation of touch, trailing and sliding along every surface of his naked skin. He breathed deeply and knew exactly how to indulge the moment. Not water, but Luke's hands, gliding over his hair, down his shoulders and back, as he pushed their bodies closer together. Luke's mouth, trailing kisses down his face, tongue down the curve of his neck, hands dropping towards the curve of his buttocks, fingers pressing in between, separating them as their cocks thrust against each other. Luke's leg, curled around the back of his thigh, gliding down in a trail to his feet as the water rushed to the base and swirled into the darkness.
Oh, yes, he thought as his head tipped back into the onslaught of water as he came into his hand. He loved a hot shower on a Friday night.
*******
Monday morning.
Everyone at Sunhill station knew exactly was a wonderful day Monday was.
*******
"Good morning Benson. Tucker," smiled Craig as he greeted the two Constables. "Lovely morning, isn't it. It's been pretty quiet here so why don't you two take an early break?"
The two Constables nodded, never quite coming to terms with the complete personality change that accompanied the Sergeant into a new week. Never ones to look a gift horse in the mouth, they thanked him and wished him a good morning before setting off for the cafeteria.
*******
Kerry was having a bad morning. Spending the weekend with Luke was becoming a slightly less enjoyable experience each time. He would start off excited, dull into moodiness, change back into happiness and finish off the weekend by complaining about Sergeant Gilmore. She really wished he would stop talking about the sarge. After all, she thought jokingly, who exactly was he supposed to be dating?!
*******
"Luke! Luke!"
Craig came running awkwardly down the corridor as though not wishing to look either too undignified or else too eager.
"Sarge!" exclaimed Luke, his face brightening as his eyes shone. "Have a nice weekend?"
"Yes, it was most enjoyable, thank you, Luke," replied Craig as he smiled with professional detachment. "And you?"
"Great. Really good," said Luke, nodding to fill in what could become an awkward silence. He was never sure what to say after that. Staring at Craig made him feel nervous for some reason. "So... I spent the weekend with Kerry. We're a great couple, aren't we? Yes, we are. I'm sure of it. I might even love her, you know."
Craig stared at Luke and felt the familiar beginnings of a downward slide into rest of the week. Friday's only four days away. You can make it, he told himself. You always do.
*******
It was Tuesday. Everyone at Sunhill station knew what that meant.
Start watching your back.
*******
"Benson! Tucker!" Craig glared at the two men as they approached the front desk.
"Yes, Sarge?" asked Benson, waiting for the onslaught.
"Hmm...Good morning," replied Craig, his glare not quite leaving his face. "Off you go, then."
"Riiight... Right you are, Sarge," said Tucker in a voice he would have otherwise used in a hostage negotiation.
They both backed slowly out the door.
*******
"Hi, er, Sarge, do you want to go to the pub tonight?"
Craig turned around from the desk and found himself looking into the blushing face of Luke Ashton.
"I'd, er, I'd love to. Thanks. Thanks for asking."
"No problem," replied Luke, with a shy smile. "Just thought, you know, we could hang out more, out of work, like."
"I think that's a great idea," said Craig, his voice dropping an octave before he could stop it. "I really mean that."
Luke's expression froze and a new blush flooded his features. Seconds passed as he stared into Craig's eyes and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. "Everyone's coming, right? Kerry, my girlfriend Kerry, that is, and everyone. The whole gang. Bunch of friends, all us, right, so tonight, then, right."
Craig sighed. And people thought *he* was a nightmare to deal with.
*******
The day ended and soon darkness fell and Craig found himself in the awkward situation of having to sit in the pub with what was obviously a hastily-gathered group of coppers.
"Isn't this great!" chirped Kerry to the group at large, before looking dotingly at her boyfriend. Luke's eyes flickered to Craig before he wrapped an arm around Kerry's shoulders and kissed her cheek. Kerry blushed with glee. It was about time Luke started acting like a proper boyfriend in public. "It's not often Luke calls the after-work drink, even at such short notice as this, but it'll be a good one tonight," she declared and raised her half-finished glass to her lips.
Craig grimaced and the rest of the crowd of coppers he barely knew cheered in agreement. He was fairly sure Luke barely knew them either, and he was also positively sure every one of them was more than somewhat frightened of having their Sergeant drinking with them.
It was going to be a long night if he didn't think up an excuse to leave soon.
*******
"I've had enough of this, Luke," Craig grumbled as he cornered Luke in the empty corridor leading to the pub's toilets. "I know you weren't really going to invite them, and I think it's just plain rude acting overly-affectionate with Kerry all night just to make me jealous."
Luke glared up at him in anger. "Jealous?! I am *not* trying to make you jealous! I love my girlfriend. Just give up. Not everything is about you, you know!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
*******
It had been an irritating night. Luke hated arguing with Craig. It just kept happening and it left him feeling angry and frustrated. Frustration always made him horny and it annoyed him that the sarge was the only one who made him feel that way. Frustrated, that is.
He sighed in annoyance and closed his eyes as he tried to relax into his bed. Kerry had gone back to her apartment, though he couldn't blame her. He had turned somewhat moody after the argument with Craig in the back corridor of the pub.
So, it was once again back to masturbation. He could've sworn he'd done it more since he'd started dating Kerry than before when he had been alone and dateless. That made no sense, he was sure of it.
The sheets slid gently over onto his skin as he placed a hand onto his naked chest and grasped a hold around the waistband of his underwear, pushing them down to his feet before roughly kicking them off to be lost amongst the tucked end of the sheets. He didn't have time for indulgence. He needed to do this fast or he'd never get any sleep.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and a flash of Craig's face in his mind sent a tingle of electricity into his groin. "Bloody sarge," he groaned, feeling the annoyance as pleasure, as his cock responded to the rising emotion and hardened in his hand. He tried to blank his mind as he did every night the frustration became too much. Just move his hand, squeeze and pull the taut skin firmly as the nerves sent fire to his brain. An image of Craig's hand, this time, instead of his own, wrapping around him, guiding the motions, teasing the tip but never long before want forced him to lower his head down and...
No! thought Luke, his cock pounding hard in his hand, his own hand. He felt it fall slightly as the image left his mind, but it was too late now, He was horny, frustrated, desperate, and his mind never seemed as strong to resist when it reached this time. His thumb stretched up and curled a light trail around the tip of his cock. Craig's tongue, over the end, licking lightly before those lips - those for once quiet lips - curled around him and slid him down far into the back of Craig's throat. He moaned loudly, pumping himself harder as the mouth slid back up, lips tightened around him, traction against the slickness of skin, tasting the salt as he felt his climax come flooding up and into the wanting mouth, his hand cupped around the end of his cock as he arched his back and gasped as the fluid hit his hand.
Bloody Gilmore, he thought, as his muscles began to relax and he drifted off to sleep.
********
Wednesday was never a good day.
Sunhill station put themselves on an unofficial yellow social alert.
Warning. Watch your step.
*******
"Benson! Tucker! What are you staring at?"
The two men cringed. Craig sighed.
"Sorry...look, sorry for snapping," he apologised. "Don't know what's gotten into me this morning."
Benson and Tucker exchanged a knowing look and quietly left the room with the work they'd been assigned.
******
Craig found himself having to face Luke in the afternoon, when the only seat in the cafeteria left was right next to the only man who was apparently in as foul a mood as he was.
"Ashton." He nodded curtly and sat down, as though challenging Luke to comment.
"Sergeant Gilmore," replied Luke, a flash of annoyance of his face before he stubbornly returned to staring at his food.
They both ate without saying a word.
******
Thursday was the eye of the storm.
Relax all you want, Sunhill station knew. But don't be lulled into a false sense of calm.
******
"Tucker and Benson, right, there's a lady I want you to interview at this address. About the Redfern street robbery."
The two Constables gingerly took the paperwork on offer to them and quietly left the room, eyes carefully averted, silent as they walked.
******
"Sarge, this is Mr Bronston. Nicked him for indecent exposure."
Luke grinned up at Craig over the high desk as he handed over his recent arrest.
"Right, thanks Luke, I'll take it from here," replied Craig, as professionally as possible. He signaled at a nearby constable to take Mr Bronston into a holding cell.
"Uh, Sarge?" said Luke after a moment. Craig felt his gut clench at the words. He was not sure he could take another day of this. Only one more day until the weekend. He was more than happy to pretend everything was fine and they were just two coppers going about their business. Thursdays were often a very good day for him.
"Yes, Luke?" He stood up taller reflexively and saw Luke frown slightly at the move.
"Er...nothing. Just...nothing. Right." Luke blushed and took a step towards the door.
Craig nodded and let it go. One more day to go. No use tempting fate now.
"Doyouwanttotrygoingoutagaintomorrownightjustus?"
Craig snapped his head up. Luke had turned back to face him once more and was blushing furiously and staring at the wall as though he had never spoken.
"Pardon?"
"I'm not saying it again!" yelled Luke, mortified at why the words had even left his mouth in the first place. He quickly spun around and stormed off down the corridor.
Craig stared after him, trying desperately to unscramble the words in his head.
********
It was a Friday.
Everyone at Sunhill station knew exactly what that meant.
********
"Good morning, Benson, Tucker. Lovely day outside. There's some paperwork I would've mind getting out of the way - would you mind holding the fort here?"
"-"
"-"
"Benson? Tucker? Did you hear me?" Craig stared at the two men in confusion. "Are you sick? Would you like to go home early?"
"No, sarge..." replied Benson, speaking on behalf of both of the baffled men. "We...can stay... Are you feeling ok, sarge?"
"I'm fine," Craig replied. His eyebrows furrowed. "Do I look sick?"
"No, no, you're fine..." stammered Tucker. "We'll just...hold the fort, then, shall we...?"
Craig nodded and smiled as he left to go to his office.
Nothing was going to ruin his day. He'd finally worked out what Luke had asked him the day before.
*******
"Luke! Would you mind stepping in here a moment?"
Luke blushed as he paused on his way down the corridor, and stepped into Craig's office. "Yes, Cr- Sarge?"
Craig smiled. "You can call me Craig in private, Luke."
"Oh, right," blushed Luke, cursing himself for having no control over the blood flow to his cheeks. "Ta." He cringed as he said the word.
"So..." said Craig as he stepped back to sit on the side of his desk. Luke was hovering dangerously close to the door and Craig wanted to make sure he wouldn't make a quick exit. "Please, sit down." He motioned to the chair next to him.
Luke paused for a moment and then nodded, pushing the door closed behind him before taking the offered chair. They stared at each other for a long moment before Craig finally spoke.
"I would love to."
Luke's brow crinkled in confusion. "What?"
"I would love to go out with you tonight, just us."
Luke blushed again, mortified that Craig had interpreted his words, yet with a lurking feeling of excitement that had kept his awake till the early hours of the morning the night before. "Oh," he replied.
There was silence again until Craig took pity on Luke and decided to make the arrangements. "I'll come around to your place at seven? We can go out from there."
Luke gaped. He wasn't sure exactly what was happening, or more accurately, he was exactly sure what was happening and was trying hard not to panic. "Right..." he said faintly. "Seven."
Craig nodded, pretending politely not to notice Luke's nerves. "You can go back to your work now, if you want."
Luke shot out of his chair, eternally grateful for the offered route of escape. "Right, I'll do that. See you."
Craig felt like the happiest man alive as he watched Luke fumble with the doorknob and dash out of the room.
*******
Craig knocked on the door to Luke's apartment at seven exactly. He didn't want to frighten Luke by appearing too eager. He heard something drop, a muffled swearword, and then a few moments later he was greeted by the sight of Luke standing awkwardly in the doorway. "Hi, Luke."
"Hi...Craig," said Luke, still not moving from the doorway.
"Can I come in?" Craig grinned slightly as a peace offering.
"Right! Yes," blushed Luke, flinging the door open and stepping back.
Craig walked inside, handing over a bottle of wine as he did so. "I thought I'd bring one just incase you'd prefer a night in, instead."
Luke stared at him, wide-eyed, and Craig allowed himself an inward smirk.
"Right, booze, good!" Luke finally replied, and grabbed the bottle on offer. He made his way into the kitchen and brought down two glasses from the kitchen cabinet as Craig stood in the doorway watching him. He's made an effort, he thought as he eyed Luke up and down. Luke had worn black pants and a blue top that reflected his eyes perfectly. His hair was slicked lightly, spiking in a casually disheveled manner. Craig smiled at that. He knew exactly how that felt.
Luke, meanwhile, had poured both their drinks and walked nervously over to Craig, offering him one before motioning to the living room for them to sit. He grabbed the rest of the bottle to take in, which made Craig smile.
It was funny, Craig thought as Luke sat down next to him and they began drinking wine, now he was actually here, in Luke's apartment, on a date, he wanted nothing more than to push the man into the couch and rip his clothes off and take him then and there. He wondered absently whether Luke would agree to that, so early in the night.
"So..." he said finally, after they'd both already downed an entire glass each. "Another?" He reached forward and lifted the bottle from the coffee table where Luke had placed it before.
"Cheers," replied Luke, already more relaxed, the edge taken off his nerves by Craig's thoughtful gift. "So," he continued as Craig refilled both their glasses, "where do you want to go?"
"When?" asked Craig, placing the bottle back on the table, and leaning back into the couch. He had completely forgotten they ever intended to leave the apartment.
Luke blushed. "Tonight," he replied. "For dinner."
Craig smiled and leaned closer towards Luke, enjoying the look of wide-eyed interest that came as a response. "How about we settle here for a while before making that decision?"
"Right..." Luke whispered, caught in the increasing dilation of Craig's eyes, the lowering of his voice. Had Craig always been barely a few inches from him? He was sure he would have noticed that.
"Luke..." Craig said, his voice low and soft. "I like you..." He raised a hand to gently stroke against Luke's cheek.
Luke stared back, mouth slightly open, eyes unblinking as he leaned slowly forward and placed a single kiss on Craig's mouth. It felt just like he knew those lips would; how he'd felt them before in his mind. Soft, yet determined. Very determined. He had his tongue in Craig's mouth now, though he didn't remember leaning forward to join them again. Craig had the sense to grab both their glasses and drop them to the table safely before his own restraint gave way and he pushed forward, still kneading his mouth against Luke's, guiding him down against the seat of the couch as he lay his weight upon him.
"Craig..." Luke panted as their mouths separated for a moment. "Clothes..."
"Off?" asked Craig, surprised at the clarity in his own voice.
"Yes," moaned Luke, as he fumbled his hands in the direction of Craig's shirt, before he pulled it off and threw it away. He paused a moment and their eyes met and Craig smiled down at him before slowing beginning to rid them both of their clothes. Luke's shirt first, smoothly lifted up and pulled off and forgotten. His shoes next, kicking his own off while Luke followed suit. Lastly, their pants, and he stopped to stroke Luke's cheek once more and comb his fingers up through the messed hair, before lifting his hips to pull off his own pants, leaving him naked. He reached down tentatively towards the button at Luke's waist and look up confused when his hands were pushed away.
"Sorry," Luke gasped, grinning for the first time that night. "Don't think I'll last if you take any longer...!" He quickly unbuttoned his own pants and slid them down to kick them off onto the floor.
"Right, good thinking," chuckled Craig and he dropped his weight back down upon the naked skin underneath him and joined their mouths once more. It was serious now: no nerves or tentative motions. They were naked and both extremely hard, grinding against each other as their erections slid back and forth, sending nerve fire to their brains. Luke curled his legs around Craig's waist, wanting what he hadn't done before, surprised somewhere in the back of his mind that he wasn't more nervous now that they were here, thrusting against each other, tongues licking trails against each other's lips.
"You sure?" groaned Craig as he felt the insistence of Luke's movements, and the legs curling tighter around his waist.
"You better have something to do it with, but yeah, I'm sure," Luke panted, his eyes wider than Craig ever thought he'd seen them, cheeks flushed red.
Craig nodded, reaching down to fumble in the pocket of his pants, receiving a look of mock disgust from Luke for the gall to have thought to even bring lube and a condom to their evening together. Craig smirked and quickly readied the condom over his cock before reaching down to twist the lid off the lube, squirting a generous amount onto his palm before letting the tube fall to the floor once more. He sat back slightly and stared down at the view before him. Luke lay naked, his legs spread, his entire body flushed, his chest raising and falling deeply with his breath. His eyes staring firmly into Craig's own. It was all the encouragement Craig needed. He reached his hand down and wrapped it around his own cock, covering it with lube, before dropping his fingers down to lie between Luke's legs. He pressed a finger against the opening, feeling it contract at the unfamiliar contact. He raised his eyes to look at Luke once more, and found he was still being watched. He pushed the finger inside, slowly and patiently as he waited at each push until he felt Luke's body relax around him, before pushing in further. He wrapped his other hand around the cock above, stroking it lightly as he pushed another finger in, slowly once more, encouraged by the sound of Luke's gasps and moans and the hardening of the cock in his hand. Finally, he felt he was ready and he pulled his fingers out, smiling as he heard Luke's slight sound of disappointment at the move. He leaned forward until his head was once again aligned with Luke's own, and he kissed him, lingeringly, hands raking slowly through his hair, body gliding slightly against the skin below, the tip of his cock sliding gently into Luke's body as he distracted him with his tongue.
"More..." whispered Luke as he felt the motion stop, and Craig obliged, pushing further in, slowly gliding up until he felt himself completely surrounded inside.
"God..." Craig moaned, overwhelmed by the feel of his cock inside and the feel of Luke's straining against his stomach as he thrust slowly forward and back, gentle movements at first, increasing in length, until they both could barely stand it any longer. Pushing in deeply, Craig felt his climax flood through him and he came in a sensation that he felt through his entire body, his mouth gasping loudly against Luke's as he tensed and groaned out his release.
He lay still, panting for a moment before sliding out and raising his head lazily to look into Luke's eyes. "You came?" he asked, in reaction to the look of sated drowsiness on the face below him. He felt slightly embarrassed for not noticing.
"Yeah," Luke replied, grinning at Craig's discomfort. "I did when you did. Didn't think you noticed. Didn't think you would've noticed if the house fell down, though," he added with a slight chuckle.
Craig blushed and for once Luke didn't. He just smiled and closed his eyes, bringing his arm up to wrap around Craig's back as he did so. And slowly he fell asleep.
Craig smiled as he let his own eyes drift shut.
Friday really was the best day of the week.
*******
THE END.