Jack's POV

"Sean, we gotta bail like right now!" Daithi shouted at me, causing me to jump a little and made the graffiti that I'm working on the wall becomes a bit messy and out of line.  "God fuckin' dammit Daithi, what now?!" I grunted, feeling a bit pissed that I messed up my work that's worth for a couple of hours (and the fact that I'm a perfectionist made it more worst).

"It's the police! Hurry up before they catch us!" He cried as he carries his bag into the woods near the area.

"Shit... Not again." I mumbled under my breath as I grab my spray can and put it into my shabby bag. I heard a faint sound of sirens coming towards my direction, making my leg runs more faster than ever before; it feels like I'm running for my life. Adrenaline is coursing through my blood, making me feel alive.

"Police! Stop running this instant!" A man shouted behind me, but I was too busy running away from him to look at his face. But his voice does sound familiar.

The alcohol that I consume earlier does not make my escape easier. Daithi was already far ahead from me and everything's a bit blurry; my eye becomes heavier as time goes on. It feels like I've been running for hours until suddenly, I tripped on a root of a tree, causing me to fall into the ground harshly. My legs were too tired to run anymore as the cop that was chasing me finally caught up to me.

"Again with this behavior, Sean?" He sighed as he put on a handcuff. I noticed that deep voice. Of course, who else? "It's Jack." I grunted and rolled my eyes in annoyance, earning a chuckle from the older man. "And can you get off of me, Fischbach?"

"That's not very nice, Jack. You can get another restraining order." He said boldly as he stood me up as pushes me against a tree. He picked up his radio, trying to get his colleague on the line when suddenly, a devious idea came across my mind.

"This is officer Fischbach, I found the—" Before he could finish his sentence, I kicked away his radio onto the ground. He looked at his radio and then moved his head towards me. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're do—" He stopped talking as my lips crashes into his, kissing him roughly. At first, his body became a stone, unable to move. After he realized what was happening, he slowly melts into the kiss. I licked his bottom lip, causing him to open up his mouth to let out a whimper. I took the opportunity to slide my tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch of it. He lets out a moan, causing a bulge on my jeans and making it painful. I noticed that he was feeling the same thing, which caused me to grin. God I wish I could just take it off right now.

After kissing that felt like hours, we parted away from each other, desperate for air. His face was red, just like the sirens on top of his car that flashes from afar. He leaned into my face again and before it touched, his radio buzzed as a voice speaks up.

"Officer Fischbach, are you there? Do you copy?"

He walks slowly into the radio, picking it up. "Yeah, it was just a false alarm. I'm going to take a break for the night." As he finished talking, he threw away his radio, making his way to me. A devious grin was plastered on his face. "Now where were we?"