The sergeant left.
Dino asked, “Why are you jealous?” He poked his tongue into his cheek.
“Because you guys get a two-man car and you fucked. I’d do either or both of you. You’re each so sexy. And you know most women like to watch men make love.” Dino’s eyes went wide, and Amelia laughed. “Wow, that shut you up.”
After the usual boring briefing, the guys rushed to the police garage with equipment bags. They loaded their gear into the car, and both headed to the driver’s door. Bander stepped back.
“You drive the first half since you have five badge numbers of seniority on me.”
Dino nodded and grinned. “Thank you, Officer.”
As they drove in the moonlight to the southern-most district of the city, Bander remarked, “No fucking around. This is our big chance. We got to make some arrests tonight to impress the bosses.”
Dino glanced his way. “I agree. Arrests and no fucking off for tonight.” He smirked. “You can blow me tomorrow night.”
Norris punched his arm. “No fucking off for the first week. That’ll surprise them.”
They hit the south end of Highway 101 and parked with lights out, radar gun pointed to on-coming cars. Each volunteered on their days off to get the training to use the radar gun, and, of course, the department didn’t pay them for their attendance. The speed limit of fifty-five was often ignored by drivers who favored seventy and more. The scars on the bark of the oak trees that lined both sides of the road testified to the carnage the road carried. A few cars sped by but only in the sixties; they waited for the worst offenders.
Bander yelled, “Eighty-five. Get him.”
Dino turned the headlights on along with the red and blue emergency lights and siren. He floored the high-powered police cruiser. “Yee-ha!”
They pulled the offender over and issued a ticket. The process repeated three more times.
On the next one, Parelli stood at the driver’s door and handed a ticket to him, “Please slow down. Lives depend on it.”
Bander yelled from the passenger side, “Car! Look out!”
Parelli stole a glance and a speeding car just missed their police cruiser and aimed for him. He began to jump on the hood of the car as the other one sideswiped it and him and went on to slam into an oak tree. Parelli rolled to the ground in momentary shock.
Bander rushed over, yelling into his portable radio, “Dispatch, Unit 717, Officer-involved collision, my partner’s down. Car into tree. Need back up and ambulance. We’re northbound 101, north of Metcalf.” He held Dino’s head. “Stay down; got an ambulance coming.”
Dino shook his head. “Not bad; help me up.”
Norris wrapped an arm around Dino’s waist. Their eyes met, and Dino stood.
“I’ll check the guy here. You check the other car.”
Dino limped to the driver he’d stopped and opened the passenger door. “Sir, are you hurt?”
The heavy-set guy with streaks of gray hair moaned. “I don’t think so. Damn, scared the shit out of me. Are you hurt, Officer?”
Dino shook his head. “A little.”
Bander walked back with a wobbly driver from the other car in handcuffs. “The guy’s drunk but not a scratch on him. Good thing he had the seat belt and harness on.”
Sirens shouted, and police cars arrived. First was the two-man car with Sanders and Larson. At least they were dressed.
They rushed up. “Who’s hurt?”
Bander pointed to Dino.
Officer Larson, the one who was rude to Dino at first when he freed them from the back of their own car, suggested, “Maybe you should sit down. Where’s your pain?”
The sergeant rushed up.
“In my hip and leg. The car sideswiped me. If Norris hadn’t yelled, I’d be dead.”
Bander said, “We’d just given a ticket to the first guy. The second one missed our car and took out the one we’d stopped. The driver’s drunk and in our cruiser.” He called on his radio, “Dispatch, Unit 717, cancel the ambulance, only minor injuries.”
“Copy.”
Officer Sanders looked at Bander. “We’ll take the crash report and book the drunk for you. Take your partner to the E.R. to be checked out.” He looked at the sergeant. “That okay with you?”
The sarge nodded to the senior officers.
Parelli said, “Thanks, we appreciate it.”
Officer Larson said, “You’re welcome. Blue suits take care of each other.” He winked at the guys.
Bander drove Dino to San Jose Community Hospital. He parked at the emergency entrance. “I’ll get a wheelchair, Dino.”
“Aw, no, that would embarrass me.” He limped in with Bander at his side.
Dino’s girlfriend, Chris greeted them. “Ah, I need visitors, thanks!” She smiled and then her face fell flat. “Dino, you’re limping.”
Bander moaned. “He got hit by a car. He jumped out of the way just in time.”
She grabbed a nearby wheelchair. “Sit!”
Dino glanced at Norris and shrugged. Chris hugged and kissed Dino. She glanced at Norris.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
In the treatment bay, Chris undressed Dino to his underwear.
“Do you undress every patient?”
She passed her tongue over her lips. “Only the ones I intend to bed.” She glanced down. “Where did you get blue briefs?”
“Out of a specialty catalog.”
She palmed his hidden cock. “Nice.”
Norris teasingly reached in slow motion to do the same. Chris slapped his hand. They laughed. With only one doctor on duty in the wee hours of the morning, Dino waited with Norris by his side. Their sergeant came and went, assured Dino had only minor injuries. An array of other injured or sick citizens came in, and Dino insisted they be tended to first, since they were more serious.
The guys wrote their report, loving they got to sign it together. They chatted, and then Dino said, “I’m bored. I’ve got a boner.”
Norris sucked a lip between his teeth and stared. Dino pulled the sheet back, exposing his hard-on hiding in the blue briefs.
Norris said, “They’re all still busy with the other patients. If you come quick, we can do it.”
Dino yanked his briefs down, showing a leaking cock. They were only separated by drawn curtains, but
