take a seat || ironstrange

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Shit. Red lights, blue lights, sirens. Spotting the green 'Sheriff' printed onto the white truck, I slowed down the car with a deep sigh, pulling over at the next available parking lot.
As the sheriff followed my car and parked behind me, he opened the door and got out, a stern look sitting on his face when he approached my car and knocked on the window with a "Open up, please".
"Yeah.", I muttered and followed his words, turning down the window, "Did I drive too fast?" I had to hold back a sigh at first, but then he leaned down and I really saw his face.
His cheekbones sat high, soft beard around his nose and mouth (just like me) eyes staring into mine as he fixated them upon my face. Looking down at his neck, I found it weirdly attractive to see the slight veins sitting on his skin.
"Your right headlight is out.", the Sheriff said leaning on my window, "And yes, you were driving too fast. 30 miles per hour too fast, to be exact." I nearly felt something missing as he stopped staring at me, rather looking into my car: "Show me your papers, please."
It took me a few heartbeats until I was able to answer: "O-One second.." Nervousness started creeping up as I hectically tried to find them, but well.. unsuccessfully. "T-They must be in here somewhere, I swear I had them.." I said, but sighed deeply just a moment after and gave up searching.
"You're so lucky I'm in a good mood today, Sir.", the Sheriff sighed, "Well. I'll give you my work number, you call me as soon as you're at home and got those papers. But..", he looked at me with consideration in his eyes, "You'll get a letter in the next few days to pay a few hundred dollars."
I nodded eagerly. "Thank you, Sheriff."
"Yeah. Can't get around that can we? And you better get that headlight checked before you call me again." He said, pointing at me with his index finger.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Now, I'll hear from you. Don't let me regret being nice to a handsome man that was naughty." His words made my cheeks turn probably bright red within half a second. Jesus, even my dick felt those words.
"Y-Yes, Sir. Sheriff..", I looked at his name tag, "Strange?"
Sheriff Strange nodded with agreement: "Yes. Stephen Strange." He held out his hand. I'm not even going to start on how good his hand looked, long fingers and veiny muscles. He must be good with his hands, right? Why were they so big anyway? Couldn't be because he jerked off so ofte-
"You aren't gonna tell me your name Mr. I-drove-too-fast?" Sheriff Strange's voice was challenging now, a hint of a grin flickering on his lips.
Shit, his lips. Fuck off down there. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I broke our eye contact and muttered: "Sorry, Sheriff. I got distracted. My name's Tony. Tony Stark." Taking his hand, I looked back at him.
"Alright. Don't get distracted again while driving, Mr Stark." He noted, shaking my hand and smiling briefly.
"Promise. Sorry." I didn't let his hand go. I stared at it and felt my dick go even harder. I immediately knew I'd jerk off in my car as soon as Sheriff Strange got back into his car and drove off again. Fucking hell, what was happening to me?
Strange's deep voice ripped me out of my thoughts: "Are you going to let my hand go, or do you want to keep it for the night?"
"I- Uh-", seemingly overwhelmed with the sudden flirty attitude of his, I stuttered, "N-No. Sorry."
"Don't worry, you're not the first one. People say my hands look good all the time." He said it like it was the most normal thing on the whole planet - like everyone would tell him how good his hands looked. Which made me a bit.. jealous.
"T-They look good. How do they feel?" The words came out of my mouth way faster than my brain could've thought over them, and I felt myself blushing and letting go of Sheriff Strange's beautiful hand immediately.
"You're quite flirty aren't you, Mr Stark?" He asked, a chuckle hidden in his voice. If possible, I turned even redder - I must've looked like a tomato by now. Looking away, even then I couldn't get out a single word, way too embarrassed about my stupid dick that seemed to talk instead of my brain.
Sheriff Strange grinned as he straightened himself up and looked into my car. "Now, Mr. I'll have to get going. You seem like you're done with our conversation anyway, so I'll get back to work. Well-", he pointed at me, "-you should rather drive off before I decide you're better off going home in the sheriff's car."
I'm not really sure if he intended to flirt with me with this or if he was actually trying to threat me, but I barely had any words left in my brain. "Yeah, uh-", I paused, "I'll get going. S-Sorry."
He chuckled. "Alright. Call me, I need those papers." Throwing a wink at me, he retreated further. At only receiving a nod from me, he got back into his car.
Fuck. Shifting in my seat, I arched my back and groaned loudly. This could not be happening. Absolutely not. I couldn't just get hard because of the new Sheriff making me pull over. He should've rather made me pull down my pa- Stop. We're not going there, not with the Sheriff. Don't even think about it, Tony.
But not even half a minute later, the aching boner in my pants got way too uncomfortable. Finally giving it the attention it wanted, I pulled it out and wrapped my right hand around the base of my cock. Letting out a deep moan, I closed my eyes as I started pumping it like a goddamn teenager. Like I had no self control and couldn't wait any longer. Like I couldn't wait to get home and had to jerk off on a random parking lot. Bonus points if jerking off to the new (super hot) Sheriff with (super hot) hands and a (super hot) voice.
"Ah-", I moaned quietly, not even trying to get the picture of Sheriff Strange's hands out of my head, "Fuck.."
Muttering, I twisted my hand on the head of my cock, squeezing it softly, so desperate for my orgasm: "Mh-" Barely able to keep quiet as I sped up my hand, faster and faster, I stopped thinking.
Rather than trying so hard to think about something you normally would think of while jerking off, I thought about Strange. His deep voice I wanted to hear while coming, his perfect neck I wanted to make hickeys on, the way his muscular hands and long fingers would feel inside me. How would he look underneath those police robes? As hot as he looked with them?
The head of my cock was bright red, teased by my thumb without ever stopping. "Hah-" I muttered, feeling my orgasm coming closer. He couldn't be making me come that quick, he really couldn't.
I really felt like a teenager. Horny from absolutely everything and coming from doing nothing but the bare minimum.
"Jesus.." My voice was quiet, I was hardly able to keep myself from coming any longer. Fucking hell, what did that man do to me? It wasn't like he actively had tried to seduce me in any way, was it? I couldn't believe how hard I'd gotten in nothing but a few minutes of talking to an immensely hot Sheriff in action.
"Oh god.." I whispered underneath my breath, pumping harder. I wanted to cum so bad - but not while thinking about the Sheriff.
Which was.. way harder done than said. My hand's motions got more irregular as I approached my orgasm more and more, too lost in pleasure to actually control the speed. Trying so hard to at least somehow sustain my pride - since jerking off to some man I just met was weird as fuck - I thought of something else. Some porn I recently watched.
But well, that didn't really work. Within seconds my thoughts went back to the Sheriff, the Sheriff who called me handsome, the Sheriff that had given me his number. (Work number to be exact, but that didn't seem relevant at that moment.)
"Mh-" I came with a cry just right after, spurting cum all over my shirt. Hissing a "Fuck..", I smeared some of it over the head of my cock, making my orgasm last even longer.
Still shaking hard, I sighed and pulled my pants up again before turning on the motor and driving home.