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"Are you for real right now, Harry?" Jerry had pushed his partner back to the passenger side of the vehicle and away from his space.
Harry lifted a shoulder up in a half shrug. "I thought I was the old one of the two of us. Come on and live a little, Jer."
Those dark eyes snapped back in his direction and his lips formed into a pout. "Come on nothing, Harry. We're on the job."
Harry jerked his thumb in the direction across the street, at the warehouse they were staking out. "What? This? You know this'll take hours. And I'm bored."
"Oh you're bored. That's a great reason to do this." Jerry started to roll his eyes, but had stopped as Harry's fingers returned, grazing back up his thigh, getting ever increasingly closer to his crotch.
"And horny?"
He sighed, but rested his head back against the seat, getting a little more relaxed, though his eyes went right back to the building they were surveying. "You're not going to take no for an answer, are you?"
"Rarely do." Came his sudden seriousness.
"You, Bosch, are impossible."
"Uh huh. And that's why you haven't requested a new partner in five years."
"Are you going to suck my dick or not Harry? Or was all of that just talk?"
"Oh and all of a sudden you want it now."
"Don't hype me all up if you're not going to follow through, man. But I get it. You're probably too old to bend over the center console to get me off..."
"You're such an asshole." Came the affectionate insult. Though Harry had chosen that moment to pull his pants apart, reach in and free his cock. It really hadn't taken too many strokes from Harry to get him fully erect. The banter had mostly died down to the breathless anticipation, but Jerry did feel the need to cock his head towards Harry after his partner held firmly around his shaft.
"You going to make it worth my while?"
"Don't I always." Harry promised, just as he leaned down, and covered his mouth over the tip of Jerry's dick.