Willis Moore is a detective with the Richmond City police department. A case he was involved with went down badly and he was given a month's sabbatical to pull himself together after the death of his informant, a young man named Teabag, with whom Will had let himself become sexually involved.<br><br>Back on the force now, Will finds himself drawn to another street punk, a hustler named Corey, who seeks police assistance to protect his "boys" from a violent attacker. He and Corey work well together, and Will dares to hope their relationship might be heading toward something more. But he still can't seem to shake the feeling he will eventually fail to protect the hustler ... the same way he failed to save Tea.

Tricked Out

Will’s pants chafed against a sudden erection he tried to ignore. He had to shift in his seat to alleviate the pressure at his crotch. “I mean for dinner.” When Corey didn’t reply immediately, Will nodded at the door. “I’m going to get something to eat, and I’d like a little company. So how about it?”


Suspicion clouded Corey’s features. “Like a date?”


Will shrugged. “Sort of, maybe, yeah.”


“I’m gonna have to charge you,” Corey warned. “I really don’t wanna, but I am kind of at work, you know.”


Will shrugged again, a noncommittal gesture that might’ve agreed with the hustler, might’ve not. Corey interpreted it as agreement and got into the car. This time, he buckled his seat belt without being asked, though he kept his pants up. Still, once Will pulled away from the curb and put the car into gear, Corey’s hand found his on the gear shaft. His fingers eased between Will’s own; they looked like keys of a piano, black and white interlaced together. 


Chapter 13