This story is my own original creation. BoyxBoy action (meaning the possibility of gay sex). Don't like it? Don't read it! Hope you enjoy <3
Chapter 1- Mac's Perspective
Mac glanced over at his sleeping lover with a small smile. He was so cute when he slept. But at the same time, looking at Bear, his seventeen-year-old love, it only reminded him of the age gap. Mac was a twenty-five year old cop, well over six feet tall, with dark, grizzled hair, mysterious green eyes and a seemingly permanent five o'clock shadow. Bear however, was a five foot, six inch teen with curly brown locks, the most gorgeous brown eyes and a constant smile on his face. It hurt Mac to admit that he knew he was too old for Bear, but if he ever mentioned it out loud, his tiny boyfriend would be furious with him. So he kept his mouth shut and enjoyed every moment of his time with him.
"Mmm...Mac..." Bear sat up and rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes. Simply hearing his name spoken from those lips made Mac's skin tingle and he turned and jerked the covers off of Bear's tiny frame, making him shriek from the cold air hitting his bare chest.
"Maccc...it's cold!" Mac laughed and scooped his lover out of bed and showered his neck with kisses. His silence never bothered Bear; he had grown used to the older man's quietness. He was a man of few words, but when spoke, it was important. "I love you Bear. I know I'm gruff and quiet sometimes, but I really do love you."
Tears filled Bear's eyes and he pressed his lips to Mac's softly and wrapped slender arms around his neck. It was impossible for the taller man to resist leaning into the kiss and running his tongue along Bear's lips until they parted and his tongue filled his lover's mouth. The taste of the kiss drove Mac wild and he felt his cock get harder as he pushed Bear back towards the bed, his hands roaming all over his body. After a moment, small hands pushed him away, "M-mac...no. Mac! You have work in thirty minutes. No time. Later."
A deep, feral growl escaped Mac's throat, "Fine. Later. Damnit." After taking a quick shower together, the cop dressed and headed off to work. He had a dozen reports that needed to be written. Putting them off to spend time with Bear was something he couldn't possibly regret. While driving to work, he thought back to the day he had met Bear.
He had been on a routine patrol of Wisconsin Boulevard and had looked down an alley to see a small figure curled up in a box shivering. Mac had quickly walked up and scooped up the small boy. To calm the shivering, he wrapped him in his NYPD jacket and carried him to his apartment. Only hour's later, after a large meal and warm tea, he had learned his new ward's name. And now, a year later, he was so deeply in love it hurt to be away. Bear had his scars and secrets of course, but Mac had never pushed him and Bear had slowly opened up and told him bits and pieces of the horrors he had endured. From the age of five his father and his father's friends had sexually assaulted him. His mother had simply sat back and watched it happen. When they were tired of him, they had simply kicked him out of the house, not caring what happened to him. Mac grit his teeth and calmed himself. Thinking about that right before work was a bad idea. He pulled into his parking space and took a few deep breaths before getting out of the car and looking up at the building. The police station stood out against a bright blue New York sky. It was hard being a closeted cop with a seventeen-year-old lover at home pressuring you to come out with him. Having a straight partner trying to hook you up with women all the time didn't help either.
The workday went by slower than Mac thought possible. Every moment he was at work, Bear was at home alone. That small, gorgeous, soft lover of his. The one that tasted of honey and sugar and kissed like a god. Just the thought turned him on and he looked up at the clock desperately. Thirty-five minutes until he could leave, go home, have sex, and bathe with Bear. He spent the next twenty minutes cleaning out his desk, and then stared at the clock until his ten hour shift was over. Going in at eight and going home at six was surprisingly perfect for his and Bear's hectic sex life. It was always spontaneous and neither really ever predicted it, but it was great sex. Sometimes it was long, meaningful love making and other times it was passionate, wild sex that left them both panting and covered in sticky sweat. His mind barely registered the cell phone ringing next to him in the passenger seat as he drove home. With his left hand, he grabbed it and unlocked it with a slide of a finger. It was Bear. "Are you coming home?" "You know I am. Need me to bring anything love?" Bear laughed quietly, "Actually I have been craving seafood. Bring me some?" It was Mac's turn to laugh, "Seafood? I think I can do that. Alright, give me twenty more minutes and I'll be home." He went to hang up but was stopped by a breath on the other side of the line, "Mac...I love you." "I love you too little bear. See you soon."
He hung up and drove to the seafood market. He was getting ready to check out when he felt a tap on his shoulder. A clerk stood behind him with a portable phone in one hand, "Excuse me sir, there is a call for you on the phone. I have no idea how they knew you were here." Mac took the phone and put it to his ear, "Hello?" A deep, chilling voice on the other end chuckled quietly, "I have your little friend here with me. I'll call back at midnight. Don't do anything stupid if you wish to ever see him again."
A click told him that the man had hung up. The young cop felt his blood go cold. He knew that voice. Andrew Lombardi. The mobster. Mac had been trying for almost six months to connect the man to numerous murders and drug trafficking rings. It was just like him to do something like this. Dropping his groceries, he ran to his car and turned his red and blues on before speeding back to the precinct. His partner Alex was still sitting at his desk; working the graveyard shift.
"Hey Mac, what's wrong man?" Looking a bit wild around the eyes, Mac searched his desk frantically, "Andrew Lombardi. Kidnapping. Need gun." He didn't have enough breath in his lungs to form full sentences. "Kidnapping? Who did he kidnap? And how do you know?" Alex stood and began gearing up. "Bear. He called me at the market and told me. This is all about getting to me." Sentences finally came to him as he found his gun and strapped it on. "Lombardi said he'd call me at midnight but I don't trust him not to hurt Bear before that." His partner patted him on the shoulder and pushed him towards the front door, "He won't have a chance if we get to him first."
(Hope you enjoyed this little piece of the story! I just had to leave you at a bit of a cliff hanger ;)