Tai and Beach meet and have anonymous sex in the bathroom of a bar. Neither expects to meet again the next day as probation officer and probie. The ensuing drug test is a loaded (ahem) situation.
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The heat in his gut drove Tai to his feet. He glanced down at his hands on the desk, knowing he had slapped them there, but only from the sting in his palms, the echo of the sound. He stared a little longer, taking a deep breath for control, battling the instinctive desire to put his hand on Beauchamp’s neck and remind him where the power really rested and do it in a way that had nothing to do with supervising a client. Of course, if Tai allowed himself such an extreme reaction over the slightest challenge, Beauchamp was the one in charge. He peered down. The amiable expression on Beach’s—Beauchamp’s face didn’t change at all. But his gaze made a leisurely journey from Tai’s thighs to his face before he raised his brows.
“According to the conditions of your pretrial probation, you are to remain out of bars.”
“But I didn’t have a drink of anything…fun.” Beauchamp’s eyes focused on Tai’s crotch. “Didn’t my lovely ankle jewelry tell you that?”
Tai glanced overagain at the monitor, though he already knew the answer.
“Where’s Bob? Not that it isn’t charming to run into you again, albeit under these circumstances, but I thought I was working with Bob.”
Bob? “Officer Meade is not working with this department right now.”
“Now that is a shame. We were getting along so well.”
Tai had been about to resume his seatsit down again, but the phrasing made him wonder if Beauchamp hadn’t been getting more from Bob than supervision.
“Drug test. Let’s go.” Tai grabbed a sample kit from the cabinet and started for the door. Having to piss under supervision like a toddler was humiliating enough to take the starch out of most of the assholes Tai dealt with. But as Beauchamp pushed open the men’s room door, Tai realized how epically this was going to backfire. He busied himself in tugging on his gloves, avoiding the memory of his last trip to the men’s room with Beauchamp.
Beauchamp stepped up to a urinal and grinned at Tai. “Hold it for me?”
“Excuse me?” Tai stepped away from where he was blocking the door.
“My cane.” Beauchamp held it out. His tongue caught in his teeth for an instant before he added, “Well, it’s either my cane, the cup or my cock, but I was trying to keep things professional.”
Tai snatched the cane and handed over the sample cup. Beauchamp faced him as he unzipped. Tai tried to glance away, but the action made him appear more pathetic.
Beach shrugged. “Not like you haven’t seen it.”
“Get on with it.”
It was only a small hitch in Beauchamp’s breath, but in the tiled room it echoed. And the echo reverberated right to Tai’s balls. Tucking the cane under an arm, he kept an eye on the mirror set up to make sure the probie couldn’t sub out from a tube secreted somewhere and waited.
When a minute passed, Tai leaned back against the doorframe. “Shy bladder?”
“Not as a rule.” The response was sharp. “Uh.” There were a few variations on that sound before Beauchamp said, “Tell me what happened to Bob.”
“It’s none of your business.” Tai pushed away from the wall and turned on one of the faucets. “Some inspiration.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Beauchamp’s voice was polished, smooth as silk with a hint of the Carolinas in it and an ever-stronger promise of a laugh waiting to happen.
“Relax and concentrate.”
Tai made a living reading truth, fear or desperation in people’s voices, their faces, their body language. Right now Beauchamp was projecting all three. And that came overlaid with the awareness Tai should never have of a client. To know he liked it hard and dirty with a commanding voice in his ear.
The sooner this was over with, the sooner Tai could be in Sutton’s office, passing Beauchamp onto another P.O. That was what he told himself, but it was only half the truth as he took a step to put himself close enough to growl into Beauchamp’s ear, “Do it. Now.”
Question: What does Tai hold for Beach during the test? Don’t giveaway the answer in the comments!