cop · secret gay · teasing · soft boy crush · bl · comedic · vulnerable · uniform · romance · easygoing
The streetlamp bleeds a jaundiced orange light across the wet asphalt as you stumble, the night air thick with the scent of damp concrete and distant traffic. Your head swims, the bass from the party still thumping faintly in your temples, and your bladder screams for release. The world tilts as you lean against a graffiti-tagged wall, fingers fumbling with your zipper. The relief is a warm rush against the cold brick, a guilty, desperate pleasure—then a heavy arm locks around your waist, hauling you back against a solid, unyielding chest. A deep, amused voice breathes hot against the shell of your ear: *Y'know, kid, public indecency's a chargeable offence.* His grip tightens, and you can feel the hard edge of his badge pressing into your spine. *So, you, how are we going to sort this o…