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    “Nope. You’re a cute guy who looks fucking hot in your Air Force uniform, and I’m a gay cop who looks just as good outta my uniform as I do in it!”

    “Holy shit. The last thing I expected when I got stuck out here tonight on this desolate post was having a hot man ask me out.” Neal openly looked Mark up and down now that he knew what the score was.

    “Well, what’s your answer? Are you off duty this weekend? Because I am.”

    “Lemme check my schedule,” Neal replied. He walked back into the gatehouse, where he pulled out a sheet of paper. He was scheduled for day-shift duty Saturday and then was off for the next two days.

    Neal came back out and smiled. “I got day shift, which means I’m off at three in the afternoon, and then I’m off for the next two days. So, I’d be happy to go out with you on Saturday evening.”

    “Fantastic! In that case, I’ll pick you up on base, and we’ll go to dinner and maybe a movie, and then who knows? Sound good?”

    “Sounds great. Come to the main gate and tell them you’re here to pick me up. They’ll check the visitor log and your name will be on it, and they’ll direct you to my barracks. Sound okay?”

    “Sounds perfect, Neal. I look forward to it. Do you get coffee out here?”

    “Only when I get relieved briefly to eat. Then back here, no coffee.”

    “You’re on for another four hours?”

    “Yeah, in fact, I should get my lunch break any minute now, why?”

    “As long as the night is still as dead as it is right now, how about I bring you back a coffee in about two hours?”

    “Hell, that would be great! Cream and sugar, please.”

    “You got it, Neal,” Mark said as he winked at the young Airman.

    As Mark turned around and went to his cruiser, Neal couldn’t help but check out the officer’s ass, and he was thrilled at what he saw. Mark waved one final time and sped off back towards the city.

    When the relief patrol arrived at Gate Two, the Airman in the vehicle couldn’t imagine what Neal was smiling about as he got in for the drive to the chow hall.

    Whistling could be heard coming from one of the Cheyenne Police units as it passed a donut shop that the officer planned on returning to in two hours. The night might have been dead for police calls, but it was hopping for sexy men in uniform.

    That Saturday, Mark drove to the main gate of the Air Force base and told the guards on duty that he was there to pick up Neal. Once verification was obtained, he was directed to the security police barracks, where Neal would be waiting outside.

    Mark found the building in no time, and when he pulled into the parking area in front of the barracks, he saw Neal standing there and smiling. Neal walked over to the car and got in.

    “I didn’t know you’d be in the cruiser!” Neal said.

    “Yeah, we have the take-home policy. I’m the only guy who drives this car, and I’m allowed to use it off duty as long as I don’t leave the city limits with it on personal time. I’ve made us reservations at a steak house. I hope you eat meat.”

    “Oh, I love to eat meat,” Neal replied, smiling at the double entendre.

    Mark chuckled. “I hope so. Good, we should be eating in about six minutes. You’ll love the place, I assure you.”

    “Sounds good, cowboy. Let’s get to it!”

    The restaurant was crowded, but Mark had reservations, and they were shown to a table in the back corner where both men had their backs to the wall, which made cops of any variety more comfortable.

    “The guy at the door seemed to recognize you,” Neal said.

    “Oh, he knows I’m CPD. We eat here all the time, and we can always get a reservation. One of the few perks of the job. Now dinner is on me, so order anything you want, okay?”

    “If dinner is on you, does that mean I have to eat it off your body?” Neal asked with a horny smile.

    Mark laughed out loud. “Nothing subtle about you, is there?”

    “Look, cowboy, I’ve been stationed here for a year, and I haven’t been laid once. Now that it’s okay for gay Airmen to get laid, I’m looking for love in all the right places!”

    “Fair enough, I understand. But who says I’m interested in going that route with you?”

    Neal snorted. “You pick me up, buy me dinner and, I assume, a movie later, and you don’t expect to get your rocks off? Bullshit! Be honest.”

    “Well, the thought had crossed my mind that we’d make beautiful babies,” Mark said with a wide