Now he couldn’t get Miyazaki out of his head. He was gorgeous, delicious and bold. What would’ve happened if the superintendent hadn’t interrupted them? Would Miyazaki have taken it further? Heat coursed through his body when he remembered Miyazaki’s hand on his dick. The worst part was that he’d been ready to let Miyazaki drop down his pants in the freaking office’s restroom. Only imagining those full lips wrapped around his cock, taking him deep…
Calm the fuck down!
He took a long drag from his cigarette, but it didn’t help settle his nerves. Miyazaki had barely arrived at the TMPD and he already got under Teruo’s skin. Miyazaki had felt so good against him; their frames just fit each other perfectly, and the moment their lips locked had Teruo’s mind in shambles.
But Miyazaki was a good officer and now this altered their relationship. Teruo had whined about being assigned better partners and after the superintendent finally got him one, Teruo nearly had sex with him at work.
You lost your damn mind…
A rustle of documents coming from Miyazaki snapped Teruo out of his thoughts. He looked ravishing, his hair messy, his lips still rosy from all the rough kissing. Teruo wanted to shove him back into that restroom and continue where they left off.
I’m fucked.
They needed to talk about it. Teruo needed to say something. It was his duty to do so as Miyazaki’s superior officer. He opened his mouth tentatively, then shut it.
What am I gonna say? Let’s not do it ever again? Or let’s go get naked at my house? Why the hell am I even thinking of bringing him over to my house?
Teruo swept his hands over his face. It would be best to let things cool down for the moment and focus on the case.
Apparently, Miyazaki wasn’t having it and he drummed his fingers on the table. “Are we going to talk about it?”
Teruo stared at his desk, not yet able to make eye contact, though he could sense Miyazaki’s gaze on him. “Yeah…”
“Good. I thought you’d chicken out.”
“Was about to, I admit.”
“Figured,” Miyazaki said. “You look so tense it’s like you’re about to lay eggs.”
Teruo whipped his head up, annoyed, but meeting Miyazaki’s amused smile, he softened immediately. He couldn’t stay angry at Miyazaki, though he wasn’t sure if it was because of the kiss or something else.
“First of all,” Teruo said, “we can’t do that in here again. We almost got caught.”
Miyazaki sighed. “I should’ve locked the office’s door…”
“Oi, didn’t you hear me? Not gonna happen. Locked door or not.” Teruo paused, puffing out a cloud of smoke. “Wait, what would you have done if the door was locked?”
He flashed Teruo a sly grin. “Curious to know if I was ready to get down on my knees? Or maybe you wanted to suck me?”
Teruo burst into a coughing fit, astonished by Miyazaki’s words, and aroused by the image he’d just created.
“Easy on the cigarettes, sir.”
“It wasn’t the cigarettes,” Teruo rasped.
Propping his chin on his palm, Miyazaki smiled. “Oh, were you fantasizing? Was your mouth full?”
Teruo stabbed a finger at him. “Don’t make fun of your superior officer.”
“You’re too easy, sir,” Miyazaki teased.
Standing up from his chair, Teruo rubbed his forehead. “My coworker is the last person I expected to kiss in the restroom as if I were a teenager.”
“Same, but here we are. I have no regrets. On the contrary, I like how things turned out.”
Teruo narrowed his eyes, intriguedand surprised that he felt the same. He wasn’t going to say it out loud though. He’d let Miyazaki control the conversation.
He rested his back against the windowsill, keeping the cigarette above the ashtray its smoke trailing out the window. Miyazaki rose to his feet and approached, stopping in front of Teruo, his hands landing on Teruo’s waist.