Mastermind | TRACOB

CHAPTER TWO

Nomadic - Higher Brothers ft. joji

-no·mad·icnōˈmadik/adjectiveliving the life of a nomad; wandering.

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Troye waltzed into the police station the next day, dressed as himself. His fluffy brown hair was soft as ever, and he was quite happy that it was back. That being said, he was getting bored of the bland colour. Maybe he would go blonde.

"Hey," Troye said as he came to the door of Jacob Bixenman's doorway, knocking on the doorframe. He walked in as Jacob looked up, seeing that he was on the phone.

Troye shut the door behind him, not bothering to lock it as he knew that no one was going to come in without permission. He walked over to the taller man and straddled his hips, quietly leaning forward and kissing the corner of his mouth as he spoke into the phone. Troye smirked as Jacob gave him a warning glare, the look obviously saying 'don't make me hard'.

Oh, that was exactly what Troye planned to do.

The blue eyed man listened to Jacob's side of the conversation as he started kissing at the detective's neck, starting to grind his hips down slowly. The older man grabbed his hip with his free hand to try and get him to stop, but Troye just reached for it and pushed it away, letting out a barely-audible breathy moan.

"Yes sir, we have sent the DNA samples off to the lab, it was done as soon as we got back to the station."

Troye held back a laugh. Oh, that DNA that he had placed on the scene. They probably had no problems finding it.

"Of course, I will call you as soon as there is any news back."

Troye slipped from Jacob's lap and got on his knees in front of him. He undid the man's belt as he looked up into his hazel eyes, a naughty smirk on his face. Troye undid his trousers and pulled them down enough that he was able to get a hand around the base of the older mans cock, moaning quietly as he uncovered him completely.

"Fuck sir," Troye said in a whisper, looking up at Jacob as he started to stroke him, feeling Jacob get hard under his touch.

"Y-yes, of course sir. Any news will be sent directly to you, like always. You d-don't need to worry at all, I have this under c-control. Yes sir, I'm absolutely f-fine. Yes, I am sure."

Troye giggled quietly as he stood up, pulling the drawer of Jacob's desk out. He picked up a small bottle of Lube that was always hidden there, setting it on the desk and shutting the drawer softly. He watched the way Jacob's eyes followed his hands as he moved them down to undo his own jeans, slowly and teasingly pushing them down his legs, taking is underwear down with them.

Troye turned around and put some of the lube onto his fingers, slowly pushing two in at the same time. He looked back at Jacob with a smirk as he started to finger himself open, biting his lip to keep in a moan.

"I-um, pardon me, sir? I missed what you said there," Jacob said, tearing his hands away from the 'man' fingering himself right in front of him. "Oh, oh yes, we can do that. Of course."

Troye eventually got bored of fingering himself and pulled his fingers out, grabbing a condom from his back pocket. He tore open the foil package with minimal struggle and leaned down, nipping at Jacob's neck as he rolled it on. Troye ignored Jacob's warning glares as he poured more lube into his hand and ran it over the mans dick, watching the way he shuddered under his touch.

Troye kicked his pants the rest of the way off and straddled Jacob's lap again, reaching down and lining himself up. In one quick movement Troye fell down so he was sitting in Jacob's lap completely, his head falling back and his jaw dropping. He slowly started to grind down, biting his lip as he did so.

"As I've said, sir, you have n-no reason to worry. Yes, I realize that the number of murders has spiked. I am aware that the public is going to be worried, I mean- okay."

"Hang up," Troye said, his voice a quiet whisper in Jacob's ear. "Focus on me." 

At first Jacob shook his head. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back, trying his best to not do what Troye wanted. He could not focus on Troye at that point - not if he wanted to keep his job. 

Troye growled under his breath, running his tongue up the expanse of Jacob's neck. "Come on," he mumbled, rolling his hips. Jacob still shook his head, trying to still Troye's hips. "We both know that you do not want me to stop." 

Troye slowly reached out behind himself, walking his fingers across the smooth wooden desk until they reached the phone. He pushed the button down, the line immediately going dead. "Oops," he said with a smirk, pushing the phone out of Jacob's hand and ignoring it as it banged against the desk. "Focus. On. Me." 

"Fucking bitch," Jacob snapped. Troye silently smirked, lifting up out of Jacob's lap and then lowering back down, breathing heavily. He started to pick up the pace, his hands on Jacob's shoulders as he rode him, the human groaning as the shapeshifter pushed down harder than he had been, moaning as his prostate was hit dead on. He kept up like this, fucking himself on Jacob as chasing his orgasm, his blue eyes hazed over from the pleasure. 

"You gonna cum?" Jacob asked as Troye wrapped his hand around his own cock, nodding quickly in response to the detective. The shifter fell forward and bit down on Jacob's clothed shoulder as he came, making sure not to scream. They did not need an audience, not that Troye would have minded. If Jacob got caught, Troye would have no reason to mess with this department anymore. He would have to move on and find a new town to terrorize. 

Troye pulled off of Jacob's cock and started jerking him off, looking up at him as he too hit his high. Once Jacob had finished Troye stood up, pulling his clothes back on. He wiped off his hands and tied his shoes, looking up at Jacob with a smug expression on his face. The human looked down at himself because of Troye's expression, swearing when he saw what a mess his clothes were. They were not even halfway through the day. 

"Oops," the shifter said with a smirk. He took a mint from the bowl on Jacob's desk, popping it into his mouth before leaning down and giving him a quick, almost teasing kiss. 

He said nothing more as he walked out of the station, Jacob's words of protest left hanging uselessly in the air as he left and got into his car, driving off to find something else to do. There was absolutely no emotional connection between the two on the shapeshifter's side, so he had no problem driving to the closest gay bar to find someone new to fuck. 

He was sort of a nomad when it came to men. 

He got bored quickly, he never got attached. 

He liked it that way. 

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