Free Four Grooms and a Queen by John Simpson Page A

seven years earlier than what could be expected.
    Both the chief and the deputy chief then shook hands with the new detectives and they were shown out of the office. After the door closed and the two friends were alone in the hallway, Pat bugged his eyes at Hank and said, “Holy fucking shit! Can you believe what just happened?”
    “Hell, no! We just jumped over at least two hundred other officers to get these slots and boy are they gonna be pissed!”
    “Well we can’t be worried about that; the chief made these decisions. What would our brother officers expect us to do? Turn down the promotions? Would they if they were in our shoes? Uh, no thanks, chief, it just wouldn’t be fair.”
    “You know they wouldn’t,” Hank replied.
    “Well, according to these orders, we have tomorrow off and then we report to the Hyattsville Detective Bureau the following afternoon for the evening shift. It also says we’re to keep and maintain our uniforms in case a situation arises that requires us to wear them.”
    “Let’s get home and tell the guys the good news! This should make Dean real happy since you won’t be handling radio calls anymore.”
    “I imagine Shawn will be fairly pleased as well. Okay, let’s get home and I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” said Pat.
     
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    The two best friends split up in the parking lot, getting in their own cruisers and heading home. Dean would get home about an hour after Pat, but Hank wasn’t sure what shift Shawn was working at the 7-11.
    As the men drove, the ramifications of their promotions ran through their heads. Being detectives meant a clothing allowance for suits, less danger on the job, more court time, and possibly worse hours. As a detective, especially working homicides, they could be summoned at any hour of the day or night if something broke on a case. The worst duty was being the on-call detective as that meant you more than likely would be woken up in the middle of the night.
    All in all, both men were elated at being recognized for their hard work, dedication to duty, and the pure luck of being in the right place at the right time. Both Dean, and to a lesser degree, Shawn, had done a lot of worrying over their men since both rookie officers attracted difficult and dangerous homicide investigations that put them in extraordinary danger. The promotions should allow both Dean and Shawn to sleep better at night.
    Pat parked his marked cruiser in the driveway for one of the the last times. As a detective, he would be assigned an unmarked cruiser that would be far less conspicuous on the street. Pat walked into the house, stripped off his uniform and equipment and headed up to shower. He and Dean had no plans as to who was going to cook this evening. Pat decided that if Dean wasn’t too tired, they would go out to celebrate his promotion. After grabbing a robe out of his closet, he got into the shower and began to scrub himself clean.
    As he soaped up, his hands dropped down the chiseled chest and abs that he’d gained through hard exercise. He took care to ensure that his crotch was well soaped and the more he did, the harder his cock became as he thought about Dean lying naked on the bed.
    Their sex life was extremely healthy and enjoyable. Pat had taught Dean everything he knew about sex, and was now the beneficiary of that tutorial. Pat stopped playing with himself and he rinsed off, looking forward to making love after dinner. He toweled off, threw the robe on and walked through the bedroom to the hall. Looking over the railing down to the first floor, he checked to see if there were any signs of Dean. The house was silent so he went to his dresser and pulled on a pair of linen boxer shorts. Pat liked the feel of linen close to his body and decided to relax on the bed while waiting for Dean.
    The next thing he knew, Dean was waking him. His lover had come home and found him sound asleep “Hi honey, I must have fallen asleep. What time is it?”
    “It’s a