Cops and Robbers [VanCat]

4: jealousy

Tyler cracked his neck and put his hands in his lap, trying to recollect how he got here.
A designer couch beneath him.
The smell of coffee in the air.
Him.
Tyler got up and walked towards the door, pulling on his jacket and turning to Evan, standing in front of the kitchen stove. His host didn't see him leaving but he shakily flashed a smile all the same, before opening the door and walking out.
He was making his way to the elevator when a man turned a corner and started walking in his direction. He had police grade shoes, a leather jacket, and a marine trim. He looked up at Tyler with piercing blue eyes and a messed up smile.
Something about his eyes..
Something about his eyes messed him up.
The man slowed down and brushed shoulders with Tyler but kept on walking. Turning to Evans door and using a key to get in, but leaving the door open a crack just for Tyler.
Tyler clenched his fists and tried to keep walking but couldn't. He turned around and ran to the door. Eyes widening at what he saw.
Jonathan was pressing Evan up to a wall.
Tyler was about to run in before he noticed how close they were. Jon was leaning over him, holding his hips down as he dominantly kissed him.
Slowly.
Mockingly

Tyler forced himself away from the door and pulled his hood up, tugging on the drawstrings as he walked to the stairs and ran down the seven flights.
Pushing the glass lobby doors open with so much force they should've broken.

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Jonathan pressed against Evan, looking for friction before he was abruptly pushed back, a strand of saliva following him. He wiped it off with the back of his hand and continued to slowly pant. He licked his teeth seductively and stared at Evan, his eyes dilated with lust.
The solid blush on Evans face didn't fade when he tried to get serious, "WHAT THE HELL" he panted "WAS THAT."
Jonathan looked down and chuckled, his hand still on the wall next to the leading officers head. "You know me, had to put on a show for your little guest."
Evans eyes widened and he pushed Jon away to look around the room,
He was gone
He turned around and put his hands on the window, looking down in time to see The Corrupts leader walking out. His hands furiously shoved into his hoodie pockets. He looked both ways and started walking up the sidewalk.
Evan slammed his hand on the window before turning around in a growl, punching Jonathan in the face.
The brunette fell on the floor but grinned, "I was joking man!!" He giggled, "Marcel dared me.." He lied and burst out laughing, placing a hand on his bruised chin.

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Tyler didn't know why he was so oppressed at the sight.

No
Wait

Yes he did.

He burst out into a run. Not checking in at HQ before walking into one of his many garages around Los santos and picking out a motor bike. He drove across the dock and into a less populate part of the ruined city-The wind calming him down ever so slightly. He stopped and dismounted his red motor bike at a small gasoline station.

The blonde walked in and looked over some items. Running his fingers across a row of cans. The single camera in the room facing away from the cash register. The person working there was of his mid twenties, average basement-dweller; not looking up from his iPhone the whole time Tyler was there.

With a quick flick of his wrist Tyler had a gun pointed up at the employees head. "Hands up and back away from the cash register." He spoke plainly, with his finger on the trigger irresponsibly.

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"17 TYLER?" David yelled.

"YOU CAN STICK UP 17 DIFFERENT PLACES BY YOURSELF IN ONE NIGHT BUT YOH CANT EVEN FEED YOURSELF PROPERLY?!?!"

Tyler couldn't help but be a Little amused as the doctor heavily breathed his way to a calmer state. "I had a granola bar."

"Tyler this is serious."

"I was busy."

"aparently." David muttered as he made his way to the kitchen, tossing a cold box of Mcnuggets to him.

Tyler sat down in the dark living room in silence, everyone else was sleeping if not trying to go back to sleep after David woke them up with his worry.

David sat down across from him, fiddling with his thumbs awkwardly, "should I even ask why?" He broke the silence and looked up to the head of command.

"No." He spoke through a mouthful of chicken.