Vishous and Butch
Butch caught his arm as he went to turn away. “What can I do to help?”
V had a quick, shocking picture filter through his brain. “Nothing you can handle. Unfortunately.”
“Don’t do my thinking for me, motherfucker.”
V stepped in close, bringing their faces to within an inch of each other. “You don’t have the stomach for it. Trust me.”
Those deep hazel eyes held his and didn’t blink. “You’d be amazed what I would do to keep you alive.”
Abruptly, V’s mouth opened, his breath growing tight. And as the two of them stood chest-to-chest, he knew every inch of his body, felt all of it at once.
“What are you saying, cop.”
“Do you honestly think lessers are a better option,” Butch muttered hoarsely. “At least I can make sure you aren’t dead at the end of it.”
Images flickered through his mind, graphically detailed and appallingly perverted. And all of them with him in a starring role.
After a moment of neither saying a word, Butch stepped off. “Go see your female. I’ll be waiting for you in the Escalade.”
“Butch. You don’t mean it. You can’t.”
His best friend regarded him coolly. “The fuck I don’t.” Turning away, he strode down the corridor. “Come find me. When you’re ready.”
As V watched the guy go, he wondered whether that was about them going out to drink tonight…or the pair of them walking through the dangerous door the cop had just opened.
In his heart of hearts, he knew it was both.