Free Four Grooms and a Queen by John Simpson Page B

little after six o’clock.” Dean bent over and kissed his partner soundly on the lips. “Hmm, you smell great. You showered; I see.”
    “Yes, I did… just in case you liked an idea that I had for tonight.”
    “Tonight? What would that be?”
    “Honey, we’re going out to dinner to celebrate,” Pat said with a smile.
    “Celebrate what? Did you catch another bad guy?”
    “Not exactly. Go over to the dresser and look,” Pat said with a smile.
    Dean got up from the bed with a look of curiosity on his face. What was his lover up to now? He picked up the leather bound I.D. case and opened it. Inside, was a gold shield with the inscription Detective, Prince George’s Co, Maryland . The I.D. card on the opposite side proclaimed that Patrick St. James was a police detective.
    Dean was stunned. He turned to Pat, holding up the credentials. “You’re a detective now? When? Who? Tell me!”
    Pat laughed and sat up, swinging his feet over the side of the bed. “Both Hank and I were promoted today by the chief herself. We’re now off patrol duties and assigned to the Hyattsville Detective Bureau working vice and homicide. It’s effective immediately, but I have tomorrow off before Hank and I report to work as detectives!”
    “Honey, that’s wonderful! Congratulations! This is incredible and you deserve it after what you guys have been through! Oh my God, I can’t believe this.”
    “Well, it was hard for Hank and I to believe it when it was actually happening. We thought we were in for a shit storm for screwing something up. Instead, we make departmental history,” Pat said with a broad smile.
    “Well, you’re damn right we’re going out to celebrate. I’ll go make reservations now. How does seven-thirty sound?”
    Pat nodded, and as Dean walked away, Pat heard him talking to himself. “My lover… a police detective! Unreal!”
    Pat smiled and got up to pick out his clothes for dinner.
     
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    At Hank’s house, things went a little faster and a lot earthier. Shawn was home when Hank arrived and even though Hank tried to be casual about things, Shawn immediately suspected something was going on. Once Hank had hung up his uniform and was down to his underwear in their bedroom, Shawn struck.
    He tackled Hank throwing him onto the bed even though Hank could have easily plastered Shawn to the wall if he felt like it. “Okay, what’s going on Hank? I can tell something is not right.”
    “How do you do it? You always know something’s up even if I haven’t said a word. It’s like you can read my mind!”
    “I have many skills… as you are well aware of, Officer Capstone, and reading minds is only one of them. So give it up!”
    “Well, actually it’s no longer Officer Capstone.”
    “What? You got fired?”
    Hank laughed at the ceiling. “Hardly. In fact, it’s Detective Capstone as of today.” Hank gave Shawn a kiss.
    “Detective! Really? They made you a detective?”
    “Yep, me and Pat. We have tomorrow off and then we report for the evening shift in Hyattsville the next day.”
    “Oh my God, that is so great! I’m so proud of you, honey. I’m going to have to think of some special way to congratulate you,” Shawn said with an evil smile.
    “I can’t wait for how that turns out.” Hank smiled back as he ran his hands over Shawn’s ass.
    “I guess that means that you and Pat won’t be stopping by the 7-11 anymore for coffee, huh?” he asked with a frown.
    “Why not? Detectives have to drink coffee too when we’re on the road. It just won’t be every shift as before.”
    “If you’re off tomorrow, let’s go out to the bars tonight and celebrate, whaddya say?”
    “Hmm, I don’t know. I’m a little tired for that, I think.”
    Shawn placed a hand on Hank’s package and began to rub and tease it until Hank came to life in his shorts. Hank smiled at Shawn’s method of coaxing. “I’ll give you anything you want, if we can go out