Game Wardens: Jayme & Tripp

by Andria Large

  Jayme laughed.

  A few minutes later, the lights dimmed low and a voice came over the speakers; announcing the start of the show. Jayme glanced at him with a cocked eyebrow. Jayme was in for a treat. They were sitting right next to the dance floor, which meant they had a great view for the show.

  The show started with all the drag queens coming out and doing a number together. Then after that was over, they each took center stage by themselves. One queen in particular took an extra special liking to Jayme. She hung all over him, even sat in his lap while she sang. Tripp was highly amused. Jayme was enjoying it too, and even slipped a couple of dollars down the front of her shirt.

  “Oh, honey! You are making my night. Mmm. You are the cutest,” she gushed and pinched Jayme’s cheek.

  She got up from his lap and finished her set. He couldn’t help but watch Jayme, who had the biggest smile he’d ever seen on his face. Jayme was relaxed and happy, and it was a beautiful look on him. Longing twisted his stomach. He had to stop with this, or he would lose Jayme. They’d have to go back to being just friends, and he didn’t want that.

  After the drag show was over, the music got louder; and people started hitting the dance floor. Tripp was squirming in his seat. He wanted to dance. He wanted to dance with Jayme, even if Jayme only stood there while he danced around him.

  “Come on, Jayme. Come dance with me.” He tried.

  Jayme shook his head. “You go ahead.”

  “I want to dance with you.”

  Jayme gave him a pained look. “I’m a sucky dancer. I really don’t want to make a fool of myself, Tripp.”

  “You can’t be that bad.”

  “No rhythm whatsoever.”

  “Yeah, but if you have fun doing it, what does it matter?”

  “It’s not fun to me. I just look stupid.”

  “Who told you that?”

  “No one.”

  “Then how do you know you look stupid? That’s all in your head.”

  Jayme shrugged, and took a sip of his beer. Dammit. He really wasn’t going to budge. Someone tapped Tripp’s shoulder. Jayme frowned. He turned to look up at the handsome face of the man standing next to him. The man had dark hair and dark eyes.

  “Hey. Do you wanna dance?” the man asked him.

  He looked to Jayme. Jayme motioned for him to go ahead, even though he didn’t look pleased. He smiled and stood. At least he was getting to dance with someone, and not all by himself.

  The guy’s name was Alex, and he was a sexy dancer. He was all over him. At first, he tried to keep some distance between them for Jayme’s sake; but he eventually gave up when Alex kept pulling Tripp against him. He snuck glances at Jayme and saw that he was silently fuming, and racking up the beer bottles.

  It was about the sixth song, and Alex turned Tripp around so he could grind against his ass. Alex placed his hand on his throat and tilted his head back while he nibbled his ear. His other hand was low on his stomach. He had to admit that the guy was hot, and he was mildly turned on.

  He glanced over to find Jayme storming toward them. Jayme grabbed his bicep, and yanked him away from Alex; and gave the other man a shove.

  “That’s enough of that,” Jayme barked.

  Alex held his hands up to ward off Jayme’s wrath. “All right, man. My bad.” Alex walked away, finding someone else to dance with in the crowd.

  Jayme wrapped an arm around Tripp’s waist, and tugged him in close. Tripp smiled, and draped his arms around Jayme’s neck. “I’m sorry, were you jealous?”

  “Dude was all over you, knowing you were here with me.” Jayme practically snarled.

  “I didn’t think we were on a date,” he murmured teasingly, leaning in close so his lips brushed Jayme’s.

  “We’re not on a date,” Jayme replied just loud enough to be heard over the music.

  “It’s kinda like a date.” He grinned.

  “No, it’s not. And still, it doesn’t mean some random guy can put his hands all over you when you’re here with me.”

  He kissed Jayme languidly, reveling in the feel of their tongues sliding together. He loved that Jayme was jealous. It meant there were some feelings there, even if Jayme wouldn’t admit it.

  ~~~

  Jayme

  Even as Tripp kissed him, he was still fucking livid. He thought he was okay to let Tripp dance with someone else, that was why he gave him the go ahead. He was sorely mistaken. As soon as that guy pulled Tripp in close, he felt like his insides were fighting each other. He tried to cool off with having a few more beers, but that didn’t help. Then when the guy put his hand on Tripp’s throat, he couldn’t take it anymore. That was a possessive move that the guy had no right to make.

  Not that he had the right to be possessive either. They weren’t together together, but they kinda were. They were sleeping together, and they were at the club together. That was enough togetherness for him to stake a claim. At least, in his head it was. Tripp didn’t seem to mind either.

  Tripp pulled back from the kiss, his gorgeous eyes meeting Jayme’s. “Dance with me.”

  He sighed and nodded. He was in between buzzed and drunk. He lost just enough of his inhibitions to dance. Tripp stayed close, dancing against him while he kinda swayed to the music. Tripp was smiling brightly though, which made it worthwhile.

  “Oh my God. Jayme?” squawked a familiar female voice from his right side.

  He whipped his head to the right to see Mallory and her sister, Kaylee, standing there looking shocked as fucking hell.

  “Mallory?! What the hell are you doing here?!” Jayme exclaimed.

  Tripp cocked an eyebrow. “Mallory? Your ex-wife who’s pregnant with your baby, Mallory?”

  “Yeah, hi.” Mallory replied to Tripp before looking back at him. “Gay clubs are fun. What the hell are you doing here? Are you two together?”

  He looked at Tripp, who was still wrapped in his arms and winced. “Define together? He’s not my boyfriend, if that’s what you mean.”

  He let Tripp go and turned to face Mallory. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, before she found the right words. “Are you sleeping with him?”

  “That’s none of your fucking business.”

  “Well, that’s a yes if I’ve ever heard one.” Mallory scoffed.

  “I’m Tripp, by the way,” Tripp said with a little wave.

  Mallory shook her head in disbelief. “You’re actually sleeping with a man?” Completely ignoring Tripp, which pissed him off even more.

  He just stared at her. He didn’t have to explain himself or his actions to her.

  “And what’s with the black eye? I saw it earlier but didn’t get a chance to say anything.”

  “I like it rough, what can I say?” He shrugged.

  Mallory gave him a disgusted look. “Since when?”

  “Since finding someone who’d give it to me the way I want it.”

  “Is this the real reason you left me? Have you been gay this whole time?”

  “What? No. I left because you lied to me and betrayed my trust. I never even thought about being with a man before Tripp.”

  “That’s kinda sweet,” Kaylee said with a small smile.

  “Should you even be here?” he said to Mallory, ignoring Kaylee’s comment. “Shouldn’t you be resting or something?”

  “Oh my God, you’re such a dick, Jayme. I’m pregnant. I can still go out and have fun, I don’t have to lie around with my feet up all day.”

  “What the hell do I know?” He huffed, throwing his arms up. “I don’t know what you can and can’t do while your pregnant.”

  “I just can’t drink. I can still dance and have fun.”

  “Okay.”

  “I’m still in shock here. I don’t know what to think about this,” Mallory said, motioning between him and Tripp.

  “You don’t have to think anything about it. My sex life is no concern of yours, just like yours is no concern of mine.”

  She nodded slowly. “Oka
y. Okay. I can deal with that.”

  “I think you guys look cute together.” Kaylee grinned.

  “Thanks,” Tripp chirped.

  Jayme rolled his eyes. “Come on, Tripp. I need another beer,” he said, and grabbed Tripp’s arm to drag him away.

  Mallory and her sister said goodbye and moved off into the crowded dance floor. Jayme only stopped when he got to the bar. He ordered a shot, and a beer. It was time to get drunk. That little conversation right there had him sobered up. Shit. Mallory knew he and Tripp were sleeping together. She would tell Matt’s wife no doubt. Oh, Monday morning is going to be great.

  He threw back his shot, and then pounded half his beer. Tripp stood next to him and watched.

  “Sooo that was Mallory, huh? She’s pretty,” Tripp said.

  He nodded. “Yep. You know we’re going to get shit at work for this, right?”

  Tripp shrugged. “I don’t give a fuck. The guys can say whatever the fuck they want. Doesn’t matter to me. Nothing that they say matters to me.”

  Jayme stared at him, impressed with his line of thinking. “Okay.”

  “You on the other hand, you matter to me,” Tripp said, his gaze locked on Jayme’s.

  His heart fluttered. He nodded. “You matter to me too, Tripp.”

  “Good.”

  He swallowed hard. Jesus, they weren’t declaring their love for each other; why was he feeling so off balance? They were basically saying they cared for each other, which was entirely true. He did care for Tripp. He cared a lot about him. They were best friends. They were sleeping together, but that’s not why he cared about him. It was deeper than that.

  He ordered another shot. He ended up having three shots, and then two more beers. He was feeling pretty damn good when they decided to head home. Tripp obviously drove. He let his hand rest on Jayme’s thigh during the ride. He liked it. He liked when Tripp was touchy feely. They couldn’t be that way at work, but outside of work; all bets were off.

  He turned his head against the headrest of his seat, and looked over at Tripp as he drove. Now that he was drunk, he could admit that he had serious feelings for Tripp. Why could he only admit these things when he was drunk? Maybe because he was too much of a pussy when he was sober.

  Tripp glanced at him, a soft smile playing across his sexy mouth. “What?”

  “Nothin’.”

  “Why you staring at me?”

  “Cause you’re hot, and I’m dying to tear your clothes off?”

  “Well, we’ll be home in five minutes.”

  “Good. Cause I’m gonna fuck you so damn good.”

  “Looking forward to it.” Tripp chuckled.

  When they got home, Tripp headed right upstairs; and he followed closely behind. He was a little unsteady on his feet, but that was okay; he could still fuck Tripp into the mattress.

  He followed Tripp into his room, where they both immediately started stripping out of their clothes. Once Tripp was naked, he climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees; his ass on full display for Jayme. His cock jumped in anticipation.

  He grabbed the lube and a condom and tossed them on the bed next to Tripp’s knee. He then climbed onto the bed behind Tripp and leaned down to flick his tongue over Tripp’s hole. Tripp moaned. He continued licking, and flicking, and fucking Tripp with his tongue, until Tripp was begging for more.

  He knelt behind Tripp, and grabbed the condom. Once it was on, he lubed up. He lined up with Tripp’s hole, and pushed forward. Tripp hissed, and dropped down to his forearms. He slowly worked his way inside Tripp’s tight hole. He moaned, and Tripp gasped when he was finally fully sheathed.

  He started out slow, making sure Tripp felt every inch of him. His control eventually snapped, and he pounded hard into Tripp. Tripp cried out and reached down to jerk himself off. He had Tripp’s hips in a brutal grasp, pulling him back as he pushed forward.

  “Tripp.” He warned. He was close, but he wanted Tripp to come as well.

  “I’m close.” Tripp panted.

  His rhythm faltered, as his orgasm washed over him. He shoved hard into Tripp, rocking slightly; but staying all the way in that tight ass as he came. Tripp shouted, and Jayme felt his hot hole convulse around his cock; as Tripp came too. Fuck, that was the sexiest thing ever.

  He pulled in a deep sated breath and smoothed his hands up Tripp’s back. He bent down and kissed his partner between his shoulder blades. He slowly pulled out so they could both clean up.

  Once they were all cleaned up, they climbed back into bed; and pulled the covers up. He sprawled out on his back, one arm tossed over his head. He sighed contently. Tripp rolled toward him and rested his head on Jayme’s shoulder. Tripp draped his arm across Jayme’s chest, and a leg over his hip. He turned his head, and kissed Tripp softly on the lips. No words were needed as they both drifted off to sleep.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Tripp

  TWO WEEKS later, Tripp unloaded his weapon down range. He and Will were there getting in some practice. Will was at the lane next to him, tearing up his target with the rifle he brought. Tripp changed out the magazines and unloaded the new one on his target.

  Jayme had wanted to come, but had already promised his mom that he would help her re-paint her living room today. He smiled at the thought of his best friend covered in paint and bitching about it.

  Tripp and Will stayed for another thirty minutes, before packing up their stuff and leaving. He called Jayme as they walked back to the truck. Jayme had made him promise to call when they were done, so that he could meet up with them for lunch.

  “Hello?” Jayme answered.

  “Hey, Buddy. We’re all finished up. Wanna meet us at the Austin Diner?” he said.

  “Yesss.” Jayme hissed. “Anything to get me outta here. See you in fifteen minutes.”

  He chuckled. “Okay. Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  He hung up, then got into the driver's side of his truck. “Jayme’s gonna meet us at the diner.”

  “Cool,” Will replied.

  He and Will pulled up to the diner pretty much at the same time Jayme did. They all parked and met up on the sidewalk in front of the diner. He clapped Jayme on the shoulder and gave him a smile. Jayme looked sexy in his paint covered jeans and t-shirt. It looked like he tried to wash the paint off his hands and arms but missed some spots.

  “How was painting at your parent’s?” he asked.

  Jayme gave him a look that said it all. It had been torture. “I don’t know why I offered to help. My mother did nothing but criticize everything I did but wouldn’t pick up a brush and do it herself.”

  He chuckled. “Gotta love parents.”

  Jayme rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Let’s go get something to eat. I’m starving.”

  Jayme said hi to Will as they walked into the diner. He glanced around, while they were waiting to be seated. His gaze landed on a couple sitting in a booth by the window. He cursed under his breath and prayed that they didn’t get seated near them. Maybe Jayme wouldn’t see them. He knew when Jayme caught sight of them though, because he tensed.

  “What the fuck?” Jayme hissed, and started over to where Brendan and Mallory were sitting.

  He followed closely behind him. Jayme stopped next to the table, and both Brendan and Mallory looked up at him with ‘Oh shit’ expressions on their faces.

  “What the hell is going on here?” Jayme asked sharply.

  “Nothing, man, we’re just having lunch,” Brendan replied quickly.

  “Are you two dating?” Jayme motioned between the two of them.

  “It’s none of your business who I’m dating, Jayme,” Mallory chimed in.

  “It is when it’s my best fucking friend. Dude, are you fucking my ex-wife who’s pregnant with my baby?” Jayme directed at Brendan.

  Brendan flushed bright red. Tripp wasn’t sure if he was pissed or embarrassed. “It’s not like that, Jayme. We care about each other.”

  “How long have you been caring abou
t each other? We’ve only been separated for two months. What’d you do, Mal, jump on his cock as soon as I walked out the door?!”

  Mallory bristled, her mouth gaping open as she stared up at Jayme in shock. Tripp placed his hand on Jayme’s shoulder. They were starting to draw the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

  “Jayme--“ He started, but Jayme shrugged him off.

  “And you,” Jayme turned back to Brendan. “You went behind my back. I thought we were better friends than that. Why wouldn’t you just ask me if you could see her?”

  “I don’t know. I didn’t think you’d approve,” Brendan said, looking rightfully scolded.

  “Instead you risked our friendship,” Jayme said, his tone hard.

  “Jayme, come on, man. Don’t be like that.” Brendan sighed.

  “No. Fuck you. You went behind my back just like she did,” Jayme snapped, pointing at Mallory. “I can’t be friends with someone who goes behind my back when they’re too chicken shit to say things to my face.”

  Jayme shoved past Tripp and headed for the door. Guess they were done here. He followed Jayme out of the diner. Jayme went right for his truck and opened the drivers side door. He trotted over, and grabbed Jayme’s elbow before he could climb in.

  “Hey, wait. Where are you going?” he asked.

  “Home.”

  “I’ll be there as soon as I drop Will off, okay?”

  Jayme nodded, his face a mask of anger and hurt. He let Jayme go and stood on the sidewalk while he backed out of the parking spot then sped off. Will appeared next to him.

  “Well, that didn’t go well,” Will murmured.

  He sighed and shook his head. “No, it did not.”

  “I don’t want to add fuel to the fire, but I think they were together before Jayme and Mallory broke up. Just the way Brendan talks about her, makes me think they’ve been together for a long time.”

  He nodded slowly. “I think you’re right.”

  “Which means, that baby might be Brendan’s.”

  He hummed in agreement.

  “Why would she tell Jayme that it’s his then? When she’s obviously with Brendan?” Will speculated.