Fair Game

All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.

I can’t figure out where you put all that,” Tucker observed. “You eat like a horse.” “It goes straight to my cock

I want that. I don’t think a week goes by I don’t dream about it. The way it feels to move inside you. The way your body grabs on like tight velvet. The sounds you make, like having me inside you is the best thing that ever happened to you.

Only in academia did people talk such bullshit and expect to be taken seriously

It was dark.” “I’d know you in the dark, Tucker.” Tucker’s eyes flashed up to meet Elliot’s. He said curtly. “Yeah. I’d know you too.

You're Professor Mills? The new one who teaches history?" As opposed to the old Professor Mills who preached overthrow of the government?

I don’t recall you playing much tennis. As for the gymnastics…" His sexy growl of a laugh seemed to snag Elliot in the guts. "Yeah, you do have some beautiful moves as I recall. They didn’t require a lot of footwork.

He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire. Yeah, that was the life.

Last night they hadn’t even fucked. What the hell was the point of protective custody if you weren’t at least going to get to have sex with your protector?

Surrounded by glistening pine trees, enveloped by rain and fog, for the first time it occurred to Elliot that his extended period of solitude just might be turning into loneliness.

His knee was killing him, was not going to support him for much longer, but of far greater importance seemed the erection shoving against the constriction of his jeans. Biological imperative.

Law enforcement hardened you. It made you cynical about people. Even people you loved. The people who deserved your unconditional trust.

What the hell was the point of protective custody if you weren’t at least going to get to have sex with your protector?

How the hell could you be homesick for a place that had never been home?

All cynics are disappointed idealists.

The thing is,” Elliot said neutrally, “people lose their temper and strike out, and human beings are pretty fragile when you get down to it.

If you even try to die, I’ll kill you myself,” Tucker had said in a choky voice

There was nothing like working law enforcement for a few years to give you a jaded view of human nature. No matter how well you thought you knew someone, no one ever entirely knew anyone else.