Collectively Caring #AtoZchallenge
Carter sat heavily at his old rickety desk. His last parolee really disappointed him. The guy has potential as an artist but the arts aren’t “cool.” Rubbing the bridge of his nose Carter curses as his phone chirps at him.
Just from the little preview Carter already knows who it’s from. I have to work late tonight, Car. I’m sorry.
Unlocking his phone Carter reads the rest. I’ll be home around 23:30. Love you.
Shaking his head Carter automatically replies. Ok.
Fuck, he should’ve said something else. Fighting the urge to chuck his phone across the room Carter settles for letting it drop to his desk instead. Leaning forward Carter cradles his head in his hands. When was the last time they spent actual time together? Fuck, his birthday? Fuck, that was five months ago.
“Everything all right?” Charlotte, his best friend, stood off to his left leaning against his desk.
“No and don’t ask.” He snaps.
“I think I hear my email binging I’ll just go check it.”
The minute Charlotte walks off Cater immediately feels guilty. She was only trying to help. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!
Slamming both clenched fists on his desk a few other’s jump at the sound. One parolee even scoots away.
Seven hours later Cater sat at his desk sifting through his mountain of files. Five. Five more parolees were assigned to him today.
Looking over Casey Castle’s file Carter’s foot giggles endlessly. Only three others are still here with him. That won’t last for long. They’ll go home in an hour or two. He won’t. Why should he? It’s not like anyone is waiting on him anyway. Fuck, there’s not even a dog. Maybe he should get a dog.
Glancing up Carter’s foot stills, “Well this is weird.”
The plastic wrapping crinkles as Collin shifts around. “Too much?” Collin’s police men uniform fits him well.
Shaking his head Carter reaches out to take his flowers. “No, I love them.” Carter may be a big man but inside he’s a big softy. He’s kind of like a chick when it comes to his relationships. Most people find that odd considering of the two he’s a little bit bigger. Not by much but he is.
“I told the chief today that I plan on taking some time off in the near future. I thought we could plan a weekend away or something.”
Looking up to his boyfriend of nearly three years Cater takes a deep breath. “I think that’s a good idea.”
Collin came around his desk to sit just above his file draws. “We’re drifting apart, Carter, I don’t want that.”
“Me either.” Collin’s hand combing through his hair feels good.
“Come home with me.”
Carter frowns. “I thought you had to work?”
Collin laughs softly, “I told the chief to go fuck himself the same way I’m going home to fuck my boyfriend.”
“Who says you’re fucking me?” Quirking an eyebrow at his boyfriend Carter lifts his feet to rest them on his desk.
“Fine you fuck me. I don’t care. I just need you.”
Smirking Carter nods. He can do that.