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until he was at his waistband.
    â€œWhile I appreciate the slow striptease, I’d advise you to work faster,” Frank said. “Or else you’re going to start making me angry.”
    Joe took the hint and quickened his actions. He pulled his shirt out of his waistband, unbuttoning the last two buttons and discarding the outer garment on the dusty floor. He grabbed the edges of his white T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head, tossing it to the side as well.
    â€œLooking good,” Frank said, nodding. If Joe wasn’t mistaken, he could see a hint of lust in the older man’s eyes. What the hell was going on? “Now the rest.”
    Joe bent over and unlaced his shoes, then stood up and toed them both off. Next he unfastened his buckle and pants, the weight of his duty belt threatening to pull down the material on its own. He pushed everything down his legs, then stepped out of it so that he was just standing there in his socks and boxer shorts. The air was slightly cool without anything to cover him and he could feel goose bumps starting to rise on his arms.
    Frank reached back with one hand, pulling his handcuffs off his belt. “Turn around and put your hands up. Thread these over the pipe to lock yourself in.”
    â€œSeriously, Joe, this is going too far,” he said, trying to buy himself some time. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but he got the feeling he wasn’t going to like it.
    â€œTake them and do as I said,” Frank said, shaking the cuffs at him.
    Joe reached out, flinching as his hot skin touched the cool metal. He turned to look at the wall, the only view he was going to have until this was over. Joe locked the cuff around his left wrist, then brought both his hands up so they were touching the pipe. He had to stretch in order to grab the cuff with his right hand, then work it so that he could lock it with his left. Oncehe was done, he let his body relax down, grunting as the edge of the metal dug into the bottom of his palms. He had no time to concentrate on that, though, as he felt Frank come up behind him, crowding against his back and pressing his crotch against Joe’s ass.
    â€œYou thought your secret was safe, huh?” Frank asked, leaning to whisper in Joe’s ear. “But you forget, I’m a damn fine cop. I could sniff you out the first time I saw you. Lusting after me, probably thinking about me so you can get hard every night.” Frank pushed up against him, reaching around to cup Joe’s half-hard cock. “Look at you, already begging for it. All your dreams coming true.”
    â€œFrank, please,” Joe moaned as Frank squeezed at his cock. “Why are you doing this?”
    â€œBecause I can,” Frank said, trailing his hand up to the waistband of Joe’s boxers. “And because you want it.”
    â€œI’m sorry,” Joe said, his voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to. And I’ve got a handle on it, I promise.”
    Frank stilled his hand where it was playing along the line where Joe’s skin met elastic. “You think I’m mad about this?” He whispered in Joe’s ear once again. “I’m not mad. I’m ecstatic.”
    Joe froze at the admission. What? This made no sense. Frank was straight. Wasn’t he? “You are?” he asked, his heart pounding.
    â€œOf course I am. Why should I risk my neck finding some fine piece of ass every few weeks when I have you ready to give it up whenever I want?” He stepped back and grabbed Joe’s boxers, yanking them down so that they pooled at his feet. “I’ll just have to teach you the error of your ways.”
    Joe couldn’t speak; he really couldn’t deny what Frank was saying. His partner was a lot more observant than Joe had given him credit for. But what did he expect? He stood still, justlistening to the sounds coming from behind him. Joe could hear Frank fumbling, his duty belt