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Hendrick and Leland sat side by side on the couch in his office; they shared a, now near empty, bottle of gin. Although, truth be told, Leland had barely drank any of it. The officer’s interest was getting his boss drunk, but he intended on remaining primarily sober for their encounter.
Easterman was a heavier drinker than he’d admit, and it didn’t take much convincing to get him to keep drinking far past the limits of tipsy. Leland smiled at the doctor; he pushed loose hair’s from the man’s forehead.
Shoving the bottle away from his face, Hendrick wobbled as he attempted to straighten his posture. “Just one more drink, sweetheart,” Coyle pressed the bottle closer to the man’s lips. “No more,” Hendrick whined; his face was flushed as he looked over at his pet.
Ignoring his protests, Leland tilted the doctor’s head back and forced one final sip down his throat. He coughed and leaned forward; he violently pushed the bottle away from him. The cop leaned across Hendrick, and sat the bottle on the little table by the couch.
Hendrick grabbed Leland’s arm as he was still reached across him, attempting to gain his attention. Leland threw one of his legs across Hendrick’s lap; he settled into place as he straddled him.
He cupped Hendrick’s face with his hands; caressing Hendrick’s cheek with a gloved thumb. It took Easterman a couple seconds to focus his eyes onto Coyle, but he just smiled up at him once he finally did.
Leland pressed his lips to Hendrick’s; he could distinctly taste the alcohol as he pushed his tongue into his superior’s mouth. Leland began to grind down against Hendrick’s clothed cock; the doctor moaned softly against his lips.
Their mouths parted and Hendrick stared up at him, starry eyed. “You’re handsome,” Hendrick giggled and spoke slowly. “You really think so?” Leland ran his fingers through Hendrick’s thinning, dark hair. “Uh-huh” Easterman enthusiastically smiled with too many teeth.
Leland removed himself from Hendrick’s lap; he frowned when Coyle left. “You wanna do me a favor then?” Hendrick blinked absentmindedly a few times before nodding. “Why don’t you get on your knees and put that pretty li’l mouth to good use for me?” Leland knew for a fact that there’d be hell to pay once Hendrick sobered up again, assuming he remembered this, but he would rather just enjoy this moment than fret his inevitable punishment.
Clumsily, Hendrick slid off the couch and onto the floor; rolling over onto his knees, he faced the officer. Leland knotted a hand in Hendrick’s greying hair, forcing him to look more clearly at him; his brown eyes were glassy.