Deviations:
Discipline
By Chris Owen and Jodi Payne
Chapter Two
Tobias cursed
as he came across yet another torn up intersection. Traffic
was a mess all through the downtown core, and his frustration
level was rising with every one-way street he had to navigate.
He was going in a circle, he just knew it, and Lincoln Avenue
was always just out of reach.
The trouble,
he decided, wasn't so much the damn construction as the sheer
idiocy of the drivers who simply wouldn't get out of his way
and let him get home. "It's not even close to rush hour,"
he muttered, talking out loud in uncharacteristic frustration
and trying to ease around yet another truck offloading dirt
or equipment or something. He hit the gas and then the brakes
as a woman in a PT Cruiser cut him off and gave him the finger.
"And
you would think," he added, "that with all this crap
going on... I could at least lose this fucking erection."
An incredibly persistent one at that, one that had been with
him to varying degrees since he'd woken up from a morning dream
about Noah and new leather wrist cuffs that had complex and
intriguing chains dangling from them. He'd been hard off and
on since then, and his body was definitely settling on full
hardness at the moment.
He took
another breath and looked around at the traffic as he shifted
uncomfortably in his seat, his irritation growing. "But
no. Not today. Today, I'm cursed with an iron dick, a schedule
that's opened up, a submissive at work, and endless traffic.
God damn it!" He slammed his hand down on the steering
wheel and a miracle happened: the road in front of his car emptied.
So he hit
the gas and took off, heading for home. The sudden siren and
flashing lights in his rearview mirror made him glance down
at the speedometer in dismay. "Ah, shit." With a sigh
he pulled over and undid his seatbelt.
A chest
in uniform appeared at the driver's side window. A knuckle tapped
on the glass, and Tobias rolled down the window, stifling another
sigh. The cop had one hand on his gun. As if Tobias could make
a bid for freedom in this traffic.
"License and registration, please," a voice requested
in an official tone, and Tobias dutifully reached for the glove
compartment. "Wait a minute." The cop rested an arm
on the door and ducked to see better into the car. "Do
you have any idea how fast you were going, sir?"
"Jesus
Christ," Tobias groaned, his head falling back on the seat.
"Yes. Too fast. Would you like to know why, Noah?"
"That's 'Officer Dolan,' sir, and, yes. Yes, I would."
Noah grinned widely.
Tobias rolled
his eyes. "Well, you see, Officer Dolan, I have a smart-mouthed
lover whom I can't get out of my head." He pointed to his
lap. "I was in rather a rush to call him. Or at least think
about him in private."
"Tsk.
That's no excuse to break the law." Noah was having fun
with this, damn him. Tobias frowned as he heard a car door slam.
"Everything
all right, Dolan?" came a woman's voice.
"Oh, uh..." Noah gave Tobias a wicked grin. "Actually,
you know, I think this guy might be drunk, Carol. He's definitely
disorderly." Noah stepped back from the car.
"Right. Out of the car, sir," Carol ordered.
Tobias stared
at Noah. "You are in so much trouble," he hissed.
He opened the door slowly and got out of the car, unfolding
himself carefully and willing his erection to go away. Sadly,
it seemed to like the excitement of seeing Noah at work and
the promise of all the spankings his boy was building up. He
wished for a longer coat.
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