It’s Not Right
Summary: Sergeant Tim Bradford is not the man he appears to be. Things are discovered between two colleagues and it's forced to be kept under the wraps due to their job positions.
Sergeant Tim Bradford “Super-Cop” isn’t who he says he is. Everyone believes the man has no mercy for anyone, specifically young rookies, and only tolerates bullshit from colleagues because he is forced to. What they really don’t know is the fact that he, Tim Bradford, can turn into such a needy mess the second he gets properly fucked. Of course, his boss, Lieutenant Wade Grey, finds this out after the charity gala his ex-wife, Luna, put together.
For a bit of background information, Wade and Luna got divorced about a year after their daughter, Dominique, went to college because they realized that they were still partners just so she wouldn’t get hurt. Things were discussed and both adults are way happier apart. Word got out to the station and it spread like wildfire. Rumors got made (obviously by Smitty with his conspiracies) alongside some bets on why it happened. Grey clarified that everything between him and Luna is their business and will not discuss the divorce further. The rumors/bets eventually stopped though it became obvious that Grey wasn’t feeling his best which is reasonable since they were married for over 20 years.
Present time
Tim was sitting at the bar, sipping on his third glass of whiskey. Lucy occasionally spoke with him along with some others but he mostly spent the night alone. He wore a tailored suit that showed off his muscular physique if he moved a certain way. At around 8:54pm, Grey approached Tim in a black suit. The latter male watched his boss order a glass of tequila and swallowed thickly. Maybe it was the whiskey messing with him, but Grey looked hot . Bradford takes a sip of his drink.
“I really didn’t expect you to be here, Tim,” Grey commented and met his eyes. He just shrugs. “Wasn’t planning on it but Genny begged me to take her. Something about finding a nice, single man,” the sergeant responds with a chuckle. Grey nods and silence falls between them which feels a bit tense as they clearly can’t stop looking at each other. “When do you plan on going home?” Wade asks, furrowing his brows in a way that makes Tim’s stomach flutter which has never happened before.
“Uh.. Around 11 hopefully,” he sighs and rests an arm on the bar countertop. “You?” Grey shakes his head. “No idea… Luna wants me to stay the whole time but I just want to go home. It’s bad enough that things are kind of awkward but being near each other as well?” He exhales sharply, Tim hums in acknowledgment. “Be glad there’s liquor.” He smirks and nudges the other man’s arm. Grey has a small smile on his face, thankful his subordinate is attempting to lighten up the mood. They lock eyes yet again and just stare. Tim shifts under Grey’s gaze, deciding to glance around the ball room where there are many dressed up cops, detectives, and their plus ones.
Half an hour passes of simple looks shared and newly found tension between the higher-ups. Bradford finishes his fourth glass before excusing himself to the restroom. He pushes through some crowds, going down a dimly lit hallway with his footsteps softly bouncing off the walls. Tim pushes open the men’s bathroom door and shuffles to a stall. He peeks his head into each one, making sure it’s clean. He enters, locking it behind him. Bradford stands there for a second before wiping the seat and unbuckling his belt. He tugs down his dress pants alongside his boxers to reveal a wet spot that had grown while talking to Wade. He exhales quietly and places his bottom on the cool porcelain seat.
Bradford socially transitioned when he was 18 and started hormone therapy alongside changing his name and entire closet. At age 23, he underwent top surgery and joined the army. No one ever found out about his past as a female since he hid it well. Isabel, his ex-wife, obviously knew. Lucy didn’t. They never hooked up and just had hot makeout sessions where he’d touch her sexually but never allowed the woman to see him naked below the waist. Tim didn’t know what she’d think and certainly did not want to risk it. He usually got himself off on the toilet after she went to bed.
He realized that he’d been sitting on the toilet for a long time and eventually grabbed some paper, grimacing at the amount of slick that had been wiped up from between his thighs. Tim shakes his head and finishes up before heading back to the ballroom where Grey was still sitting at the bar. “Sorry about the wait.” Bradford grunts, taking a seat on the stool again. Wade waves a hand dismissively. “Nah, it’s fine.”
Silence yet again.
“Do you want to find somewhere quieter?”
Tim couldn’t believe what just came out of his mouth and looks at Grey for his reaction, secretly praying he agrees.
It must be his lucky day since the older man nods, shoving the glass cup he had been sipping from away. Grey adjusts his collar before standing and gesturing for Tim to follow which he does rather obediently.
The two men walk outside, perching themselves on a bench by some bushes at the front. The February crisp air swirls past and is the only thing heard besides them shuffling or clearing their throats.
Tim subtly fixes his pants since the material kept clinging to his crotch, making it obvious that he did not have a dick. He feels Grey glancing at him and hesitantly turns his gaze to him.
“You alright there, Bradford? I make you nervous?” He teases with a raised brow. Bradford swallows and his thighs instinctively clench. “Ahh, no. Pretty sure I drank too much. I might head home soon.”
Grey purses his lips, placing his arm on the bench’s back. “Want me to take you to mine? I got a couch that you can sleep on.. Plus, it’d be nice to not wake up to an empty place for once.”
Tim freezes and it feels like his heart is gonna beat out of his chest. He doesn’t know if staying over would be a good idea but Grey’s clearly lonely and the rare empathetic side of him comes out. “Yeah, okay. Why not?” A smile forms on the lieutenant’s face before fading as he tries to act nonchalant.
They decide to leave an hour and a half later, arriving at Grey’s home at 10:32pm and getting settled by 11:02.
“I appreciate you allowing me to crash here, sir.” Tim sighed as he shifted on the couch, having borrowed a pair of Grey’s sweatpants and old t-shirt. “Anytime. Now, I’m gonna head to bed but let me know if you need anything.” The younger man nods and watches Wade descend down the hallway, the soft sound of a door closing follows soon after.
Bradford lied there for a while, listening as the house settles every now and then. Eventually he couldn’t handle the ache in his core anymore and slowly moved a hand down to the waistband of his boss’s pants. Tim checks to make sure Grey hadn’t come out without him realizing before finally reaching his drenched pussy and clit that enlarged slightly from testosterone shots. He holds back a groan, rubbing the bundle of nerves in small circles. Bradford slides two digits to his slick coated hole and gently pushes them inside. His sensitive walls squeeze and flutter in response to the pleasant intrusion. The man wiggles on the couch, spreading his manly legs while thrusting his fingers in and out. His breathing roughens while continuing to finger himself. He feels his body get wetter at the bare THOUGHT of Wade and he attempts pushing away a simple fantasy revolving around his hand being replaced with the lieutenant’s. Tim lets the softest whimper out.
A few minutes go by of finger penetration and occasionally pulling out to touch his clit with sticky fingers before Tim ends up cumming hard in his boxers. He feels a bit guilty and disgusted at realizing what he had just done but tiredness wins over. Bradford removes his hand out of his underwear and smears his juices on the inside of the already damp fabric. The sergeant sighs and closes his eyes. Sleep takes him soon after as his orgasm relaxes his body. Little did Tim know that Grey was doing the exact same thing in bed.
