Game Wardens: Jayme & Tripp

by Andria Large

  Jayme panted hard, his chin resting on his chest; his eyes closed. He reached out and trailed his fingers up Jayme’s trembling thigh. Jayme’s whole body shivered, and his muscles twitched hard under Tripp’s fingers. Jayme’s hand clamped down over his.

  “Stop that,” Jayme said hoarsely.

  He chuckled and shoved to his feet. Jayme lifted his head and opened his eyes to look at Tripp. They were close enough that he could actually see some gold flecks in those beautiful green eyes. Jayme slipped an arm around his waist, and tugged Tripp against him. He draped his arms over Jayme’s shoulders, and waited.

  “That was incredible,” Jayme rumbled. “Is the rest of it just as good?”

  “It can be, sometimes even better,” he murmured.

  Jayme hummed low, then leaned in and kissed him. It started out slow and sweet, but gradually ramped up to desperate and needy; until they were both clutching at each other, trying to get deeper.

  He tore himself away and backed up a couple steps. “We better stop before I turn you around and take that virgin ass of yours before you’re ready.”

  Jayme was already semi-hard again, as he stood there breathing heavy. Jayme’s eyes widened slightly at his statement. “Do you always top?”

  He shrugged one shoulder. “Usually.”

  “Have you ever bottomed?”

  “I have. Depends on who I’m with. If I trust them or not.”

  Jayme nodded slowly, contemplating that.

  “I’m gonna go to the gym,” he said, backing away some more.

  “Okay,” Jayme said, seeming to understand.

  He left Jayme, naked and half aroused; and went to his room to get changed and grab his gym bag. He needed to work off some of this sexual energy, and fucking Jayme wasn’t an option right now. Jayme wasn’t ready for that. Maybe after they messed around a little more, and Jayme was more comfortable with it. Right now? No.

  ~~~

  Jayme

  “I’ve been wondering something,” Jayme said as they got in the truck to head to work a few days later.

  “Okay?” Tripp answered.

  “Where was your dad on Saturday?” he asked. The question had been bugging him, and he’d been working up the nerve to ask for a few days now.

  Tripp was silent next to him for so long, that he had to glance over at him to check to make sure he heard him. The look on Tripp’s face said that he had heard and was debating on answering.

  “My dad killed himself six years ago,” Tripp said quietly.

  Jayme closed his eyes and mentally kicked himself. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

  Tripp shrugged. “It’s okay. You didn’t know.”

  Jayme started the truck and backed out of the driveway. He didn’t know what to say after that, so he just remained silent.

  “He had depression, and wasn’t taking his meds,” Tripp said into the silence. “I...uh...I found him hanging in our garage. He was still alive when I cut him down but didn’t make it once he got to the hospital.”

  “Damn, Tripp. I can’t even begin to imagine,” he murmured, his heart aching for his friend.

  “My sister struggles with depression too. She seems to be doing well right now, which I’m happy about.”

  “That’s good. I’m glad she’s doing well.”

  “She said she thinks she finally found a good medication.”

  “That’s great.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Thanks for sharing that with me,” he said softly.

  Tripp rolled his lips in and nodded. “I don’t share that with many people.”

  The implication of that statement was not lost on him. Tripp trusted him enough to tell him one of his more personal secrets.

  “Secret for a secret?” he asked, glancing over at his partner.

  Tripp’s eyebrows shot up. “Only if you want to.”

  “I still struggle with PTSD, and I’m on medication everyday for it.”

  If it was possible, Tripp’s eyebrows climbed higher. “Does the department know?”

  He shook his head. “No.”

  “Shit, man.”

  “I know. It’s been mostly under control for the past few years. I just have episodes every once in a while.”

  “Episodes? What kind of episodes?” Tripp asked.

  “Well, usually the nightmares start up, I’ll get some flashbacks, and sometimes I have panic attacks. Sometimes it will just be something mild like my hands shaking.”

  Tripp frowned hard. “How often does this happen?”

  Jayme shrugged. “Once or twice a year. Usually something will trigger it, something subconscious; or it could be when I’m extremely stressed.”

  “Okay, don’t stress you out, got it.” Tripp scoffed.

  He chuckled. “Oh, and I used to smoke.”

  Tripp threw his hands up. “Come on, man. The PTSD I can handle, but smoking? That’s a fucking deal breaker.”

  Jayme laughed.

  “Since we seem to be in a sharing mood, I hate peas. They’re gross,” Tripp said.

  Both Tripp and Jayme laughed, the heavy mood fading away. Jayme parked the truck in the station’s parking lot, and they both got out. They walked into the building and went right to the conference room.

  Brendan and Will were already there, as was Matt O’Reilly and his partner, Phillip Peters; along with several other officers that worked the same shift. Jayme and Tripp sat down at the table behind Brendan and Will.

  “Sup, guys?” Tripp said with a shit-eating grin on his face.

  “Why the hell are you so cheery this morning? Jayme give you head?” Brendan said with his own shit-eating grin.

  “Oh, you’d know if he gave me head because he’d be blowing bubbles with my cum,” Tripp replied, eyebrow cocked in challenge.

  The room burst into laughter. Brendan looked downright disgusted, and Jayme just shook his head. That line was fucking epic. Leave it to Tripp to come up with something like that.

  “Dude! I’m just imagining Jayme chewing on some cum like it was gum and blowing a fucking bubble with it. Dying!” Matt laughed so hard he had tears running down his face.

  Tripp barked out a laugh and slapped Jayme’s shoulder. Jayme continued to shake his head. “Matt, you’re ridiculous.”

  Matt held his stomach and swiped at his eyes. “So funny.” He wheezed. “The bubble explodes, and you have cum all over your face.”

  Jayme’s lips twitched as he fought not to laugh, but now Tripp was cracking up and even Brendan was chuckling. Jayme turned to Tripp. “See what you started?”

  Tripp grinned at him, those dimples deepening, and it made his heart skip a beat. “Sorry, not sorry.”

  Sgt. Bernard walked in and called for them all to settle down. After their meeting they were dismissed to start their patrols. Jayme and Tripp got in their truck and headed off on their patrol. They stopped at Maynard’s to get coffee like they did every morning that they were working.

  They had just gotten out of the truck, when the door to the store burst open; and a lanky young kid ran out. Mrs. Maynard was yelling from inside the store, but Jayme couldn’t make out what she was saying. The kid bolted toward a car waiting by the entrance to the parking lot. Tripp took off after him, leaving Jayme in his dust. Holy shit, Tripp was fast. He ran after them, watching as Tripp gained on the guy. When they got close to the car, Tripp pushed the kid; making him slam into the side of the car before crumpling to the ground. Tripp was on him a second later, yanking his arms behind his back and cuffing him.

  Jayme pulled his weapon and trained it on the driver of the car. “Hands on the steering wheel!” he yelled.

  Tripp pulled the kid he cuffed to his feet and took him to the back of the car; where he bent him over the trunk, and roughly patted him down. All while muttering about making him run.

  Jayme took care of getting the driver out of the car, and cuffed and patted down. Tripp called it in using the radio on his shoulder. Mrs. Maynard came out and stormed across the parkin
g lot.

  “What happened?” Tripp asked breathlessly.

  “He was trying to steal a carton of cigarettes when you two pulled up,” she said. She looked pissed, and Jayme had to fight not to smile. Mrs. Maynard was a tough old cookie. “He saw you and took off without the cigarettes.”

  He glanced at Tripp, who looked pissed too. He and Tripp took the kids who were probably around eighteen, and put them in the backseat of their truck. They took Mrs. Maynard’s statement, then took the kids to the station where they were booked on a slew of charges. Mainly because Tripp was still irritated about having to run after the one kid, and because he tried to rob Mrs. Maynard, of all people. Tripp had a soft spot for the older woman. He treated her like a grandmother.

  Once they were done at the station, they got back in their truck and got back to work. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. They made sure to check on Mrs. Maynard before they went home that night. She was doing fine. They went home, showered and had dinner; then vegged out on the couch for the rest of the night.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Tripp

  TRIPP STOOD over Jayme, spotting him as he bench-pressed. Jayme finished his set, and he helped guide the bar back onto the rack. Jayme sat up, panting slightly. He fought back a moan as the muscles in Jayme’s shoulders and back flexed as he grabbed his water bottle and took a sip. Jayme was wearing a snug black tank top and gray gym shorts, and he looked sexy as fucking hell.

  He had been dying to get his hands-on Jayme, but they’ve been busy the past couple days at work; and have been coming home and crashing every night. Neither of them having the energy to fuck around. Today was their day off. Jayme’s brothers were coming over later to hang out, but they had the afternoon to themselves; and he planned to drive Jayme insane with need.

  “Nice set, Jayme,” he rumbled low.

  His voice must have given him away, because Jayme glanced over his shoulder, eyebrow cocked. He didn’t hide the desire he knew was burning in his gaze. He let Jayme see it, let him know that he wanted him, badly. Jayme’s green eyes darkened as they took in Tripp’s face. Shit. They needed to get out of here, pronto.

  “Let’s go,” he said.

  Jayme gave him a curt nod. “Yep.”

  They hit the locker room where they gathered their things, then basically ran out of the gym to Tripp’s truck. He took off out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. They barely made it through the front door before they were on each other, tearing each other’s clothes off. They were both sweaty from working out and were in need of a shower. They could do that together.

  He pushed Jayme up the stairs and into his room. He devoured Jayme’s mouth as they stumbled their way into his bathroom. He pressed Jayme against the open door and tore himself away. He pointed at him as he backed away.

  “Stay.” He growled.

  Jayme made an indignant noise. “What am I, a fucking dog?” Jayme pushed away from the door and stormed over to him. “You don’t get to fucking talk to me like that.”

  His stomach flipped, and his breathing hitched. Fuck, Jayme was hot as hell when he went alpha. Jayme was on him then, kissing him roughly as his arms snaked around Tripp to grab his ass. He pulled them tightly together, both of them moaning when their cocks rubbed against each other.

  Holy shit. He had no idea where this Jayme had come from, but he fucking liked him. The tentativeness from before was gone, and the man was taking what he wanted. Maybe it was pent up desire fueling Jayme? He wasn’t arguing.

  Jayme pulled back, panting. His eyes were dark and heavy lidded. “Turn the shower on.”

  He nodded and turned in Jayme’s arms, so that he could open the shower door and turn it on. Jayme grabbed his hips and rubbed his hard cock between his ass cheeks.

  “Are you going to let me fuck you?” Jayme practically wheezed.

  Tripp glanced over his shoulder. “I was thinking maybe I’d fuck you.”

  Jayme paled slightly. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

  “I think by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be begging me to.”

  Jayme’s eyes widened, and his lips parted. He didn’t say anything though, and it made Tripp grin. He straightened and stepped into the shower. Jayme swallowed hard and followed, some of his bravado seeming to have worn off. He wasn’t trying to put Jayme in his place, but he didn’t want the guy to just expect him to bend over for him. He usually topped, and he didn’t bottom for just anyone. He wasn’t sure he’d even do it for Jayme yet. He had some bad experiences when he was younger, that turned him off to bottoming. Trust had to be earned for him to even consider it.

  He took pity on Jayme’s obvious nervousness and leaned in and kissed him languidly. “Jayme, you haven’t even touched my dick yet. I know you’re not ready for me to fuck you,” he murmured.

  Jayme blew out a breath and nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

  “I do want you to touch me though.”

  Jayme nodded again.

  He grabbed his shower puff and soap. He lathered up the puff, then handed it to Jayme. Jayme took the hint and started washing him. Jayme washed his chest and stomach. He then did his arms and crouched down to do his legs. He had Tripp turn so he could wash his back and ass. He was dying. He wanted Jayme in the one place he was avoiding. Jayme then turned him back around and wrapped his lathered hand around his aching cock. He moaned loudly enough that it echoed off the shower walls.

  He let Jayme jerk him off for a minute, before he took the shower puff and started washing Jayme. He wanted them in bed where he could make Jayme scream his name. They both washed their hair then rinsed off. They got out and dried off, before moving into the bedroom.

  “On the bed, hands and knees,” he commanded.

  Jayme sent him a glare. “Are you always this bossy in bed?”

  “Yeah, get used to it.”

  Jayme grunted as he climbed onto the bed. Once he was in position, he looked over his shoulder at Tripp. “Like this?”

  He hummed his approval. “Just like that.”

  He climbed into the bed behind Jayme and ran his hands up Jayme’s back to his shoulders, then down to his hips where he gave them a squeeze.

  “Has anyone ever played here?” he asked as he dragged a finger over Jayme’s hole.

  Jayme shivered and clenched. “No. Never.”

  He leaned down and gave Jayme’s ass cheek a little nip. Jayme yelped and clenched again. “You’re in for a treat then. I still remember the first time someone ate my ass, and it was fucking amazing.”

  “You’re gonna what now?” Jayme choked.

  He didn’t reply, he just dove right in and flicked his tongue over Jayme’s tight hole. A strangled cry escaped Jayme and he tired to move away. Tripp grabbed his hips and held him in place.

  “Relax, Jayme. Enjoy it,” he murmured and flicked his tongue again.

  Jayme’s breath caught. He smiled to himself before getting back to work. He palmed Jayme’s ass cheeks and spread them apart to give him better access. He swirled his tongue around, before flattening it out and licking. Jayme let out a low moan and dropped to his forearms. Oh yeah, he had him now.

  He continued to lick and flick until Jayme was begging for more. He knew just what he needed, as he pressed index finger against Jayme’s hole, letting him feel it first before slowly pushing in. Jayme cried out, pushing back against his finger and spreading his legs wider. He brushed his finger over Jayme’s prostate, and Jayme came hard. He continued to rub his finger over the swollen gland, as Jayme’s hole spasmed around his finger; and Jayme’s untouched cock pulsed as jets of cum spurted into the covers under him. The noises coming out of Jayme made him grin like a fool. The man had come completely undone, and it was beautiful to watch.

  He slowly removed his finger and moved up on the bed to lie on his back next to Jayme, who hadn’t moved. Jayme was panting heavily, with his head resting on his forearms; and his eyes closed.

  “Oh my god,” Jayme whispered.
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br />   He chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”

  “I came without even touching my dick. That’s never happened before,” Jayme said, turning his head on his forearms so he could look at Tripp.

  Tripp shrugged. “It’s only happened to me a couple of times. I’ve gotta be really revved up for that to happen.”

  “Oh, I was revved.” Jayme snorted.

  He smiled. “I know.”

  “Shit.”

  Jayme pushed up to his hands, then sat back on his heels. He tucked his hands behind his head and waited for Jayme to compose himself. He was hoping Jayme would give his cock a little attention now.

  Jayme’s eyes raked over his body before coming back up to meet his. He could see the hesitation and uncertainty. He smiled softly. “Unless you bite me, nothing you do is going to feel bad.”

  Jayme nodded and crawled over to him. Jayme gave him a quick kiss on the lips, before moving down his body to lie between his spread legs. Tripp hummed his approval. He thought maybe Jayme would give him a hand job, but a blow job was much better.

  “I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” Jayme mumbled. “If you would have told me a few years ago that I’d eventually be sucking a guy’s dick, I would have laughed in your face.”

  He snickered and reached down to run his hand affectionately over Jayme’s hair. “Get to it.”

  Jayme looked up at him and rolled his eyes. Then with a flat tongue, Jayme licked up the underside of his cock. He moaned, his fingers clenching on Jayme’s head where his hand still rested. Jayme lifted Tripp’s cock off his stomach and swirled his tongue around the head before taking it into his mouth. Tripp hissed, lifting his head to watch as Jayme’s full lips wrapped around his cock.

  ~~~

  Jayme