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How come he got into this foolish accident? Probably because Dirga doesn’t give enough attention to where he is going. He’s too immersed with those delicious salted caramel ice cream topped with extra salt and chunks of crushed peanuts. Sounds delicious, except it’s now lying pathetically on the crossed road. If it weren’t for a sudden neigh on the back of his ear, he could have saved himself AND his ice cream from the road.
Poor Dirga standing in disbelief. He had just lost a good few euros. Great, now he has to save a few more just to survive this month. So much for being an exchange student.
“Are you alright?”
Dirga looks up to someone he had never met before. A typical Dutch man just like what he saw on a stereotypical magazine or tele episodes. Tall, blonde, gorgeous. Did he just spell the word gorgeous inside his head? Whatever. This man stood in a menacing stands; dressed in a bulky local police jacket and a pair of gloves. A helmet strapped neatly on top of his head.
“Huh?” Such a way to answer an authority. Way to go, Dirga. “I mean, I’m perfectly fine, Officer.”
“Right … my apologies. It seems that I have made an inconvenience. How much is that for your ice cream?”
“That will be unnecessary, Officer …” Dirga had to squint his eyes to see the small font on his chest. He hoped to see at least a name, but somehow it’s just an ugly almost worn out plester of the word politie.
The blonde man just nods and pulls out some kind of pocket note. Dear lord, is he charging him a fine for littering? It was an accident, he swears! He’s short on money and the last thing he wants is to pay a huge sum of fine. Cursed that horse!
“If you need anything or at least want me to pay you back, you can always contact me.”
It took a good few couple of seconds for Dirga to accept the small torned paper scribbled with multiple numbers and a name underneath. The officer bids him farewell as he leaps to his saddle with ease. Dirga can’t seem to pull his gaze away from the man until he disappears in the corner of Amsterdam’s alleyway for a patrol.
So, his name is Abel Kneijnsberg. Quite a twister for his poor tongue. He seems … genuine about his ice cream incident. Dirga puts the paper inside his bag before marching down to his apartment empty handed.
Weeks passed by and somehow Dirga couldn’t stop thinking about that officer. He pulls out that paper; although crumpled, the writings are still legible. He’s not a person who talks to random strangers. Hey, maybe he does have good intentions. They’re not strangers, might as well call him an acquaintance of his.
Dirga puts the serial number in his phone and at that very moment decides to send a text. Nothing much, just a brief introduction and a request to meet him. He won’t have any class until tomorrow. He’s hoping that the officer could have a moment to spare for him — a young lad who just wants to end the semester as soon as possible. He doesn’t expect this Abel guy to reply right after.
‘XX palace at 18 PM’ So direct and clear. Dirga has made up his mind. He’ll get what his ice cream deserves. Hey, you darn horse! You’ll see!
That police must have a fat pocket. Their rendezvous took place in a fancy looking bar. He looks like a rag doll upon entering the place. It’s so boogie, he felt out of place. He might have caught a few side eyes here and there. He managed to find Abel sitting on the farthest corner of the place. Surprisingly he looks a total opposite wearing a casual shirt and some leather jacket.
“You’re here at last.”
Lord, he looks even attractive after a drag of a cig. Dirga mentally slaps himself and scurries to take a seat. He puts on the best smile — which is awkward. Put yourself together.
“I hope I don’t keep you waiting for too long.”
“You could be much more punctual, but it’s still reasonable.”
Ouch, so much straightforwardness. Dirga looks around and notices only a small number of people mingling. This bar seems to be exclusive. How on earth does this man afford a seat here. A hundred euros of dining and booze to compensate for his ice cream. What a joke.
“I’m amazed you invited me to such a place. There’s no need to go as far as this.”
“The least I can do. After all, not every student can afford such dining, hmm? Take this as my sincere exchange.”
As a guest, it’s natural for him to feel pleased from being invited to such a feast. This bar had everything he dreamed of — a delicious looking cuisine with condiments that looks just as mouthwatering. It won’t take long for Dirga to feast in, forgetting the world around him. It somehow made Abel amused by his appetite.
The dine is splendid! He will give 5 out of 5 stars; or 6 out of 5 if it’s possible. Dirga placed down his utensils after his last bite. He’s full and content; well, not really. He felt a void inside that hasn’t been covered by an abundance of food. A moment of contemplation for Dirga only to realize the utmost importance is missing.
“Do they have salted caramel ice cream here?”
“Nee. They do have beers. Although, you don’t look like the type who can handle alcohol well.”
This man. He’s bluffing! Dirga puts on a twitched smile; his utmost best not to leap onto Abel. What a prick. How on earth does he become a police officer
“Mr. Abel, I dropped my ice cream because of your horse. I will appreciate it if you also find me a similar ice cream in return.”
At first, Abel didn’t respond. It seems like his gear is trying to comprehend everything he just said. He lets out a snort, a quiet one. He finds it childish; what an ungrateful young lad. How come someone that has been treated with the utmost luxury tells him it’s not enough because all he wants is a similar cup of ice cream? God really told him to be fucking patient.
“What an unbelievable request. If you want that ice cream, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow. No ice cream parlor is open at this hour.”
His hazel eyes lit up. He looks like a puppy hearing the word food or cuddles from its owner. “So, we make a deal?”
“Then it's a deal.”
Dirga was driven home by Abel’s sincere offer. He might just have a sense of responsibility for such a pathetic looking student. Inside the car, they’ve shared stories — mostly of their background. Abel is fond of animals, thus he finds it comfortable to patrol around with his horse (he named him Paard which is the Dutch for ‘horse’. Not so creative I see). Dirga also tells him how he managed to get a partial scholarship and he’s trying his best to study hard as well as work part-time as a librarian. So many things come out on a single trip.
“From now on, I’ll charge you for not buying me an ice cream, Officer.” Dirga joked as soon as they arrived in front of his apartment. A plain looking brick building surrounded with some shady people laughing and cheering onto some random television channel.
“Right. Text me when you feel the need to. I’ll spare some time for you. No calls, just text.”
“Pfft alright.” He opens the car door and looks back at Abel. “You know, you could be … friendlier to a citizen like me.”
“I believe no one has addressed the issues of my attitude,” Abel raised his eyebrows at the boy’s sudden remark. “Get inside. You’ll thank me later for saving you from this dingy neighborhood.”
“You—“ Dirga rolls out his tongue and leaves without a thank you. Abel waits until he closes the door. Just for safety reasons; he’s an officer making sure a citizen’s safety is at a bare minimum. Once he felt it’s safe for him to leave, he drove away to his home a few kilometers from his current location.
That man is infuriating! Dirga screams to his pillow. He shouldn’t be stressed out. He just wants his ice cream back. A delicious salty and sweet cold dessert, nothing more! It could be a lot easier if Abel acts like a gentleman. He’ll deflate that ego of his!
Today’s exam turns Dirga into a walking zombie. He had received a notification that his lecturer will be giving a quiz at the end of the class. It will help their finals as it has an additional percentage contribution for their grades. Not messing around with his studies, Dirga pulls out his notebook and skimmed through the pages. It was 5 AM when he opened the book (only God knows what on earth is his lecturer doing at that ungodly hour).
When he finished his class, it was noon. He hasn’t eaten breakfast and his stomach churns. There’s a kiosk selling patatje with a fair price. Dirga has some spare money for the month so he decided to have a snack. After getting a delicious looking patatje, Dirga sat down in a nearby park; transversing his gaze around the early summer greenery.
What is that officer doing now anyway? Is he patrolling around the area?
Dirga finds himself curious about the man’s whereabouts. He pulls out his phone with a cracked screen. He texted Abel, hoping at least he’ll get an answer. He’s just curious, that’s all. Nothing to lose.
He didn’t expect he’ll get a reply minutes later. A notification popped out on his screen. Abel is having lunch and has some spare time to meet him. He sends him a location just a few meters away from the park. Dirga quickly walks away with his patatje at hand. Everything for his ice cream!
The area for their rendezvous is packed with people. Dirga managed to find Abel standing near a pole. He wears a similar uniform from the ones before, just no horses around. Good, he hates that creature.
“Hello! I hope I don’t make you wait that long.”
“Wow, you’re punctual.”
Dirga twitched. What a way to greet someone. “I don’t see Paard around here.”
“He’s also taking a break. My shift will start in the evening.”
“Oh, alright. So, about my ice cream.”
Abel pulls out something from his pocket. He offers him a few euros. From the looks of it, it could purchase at least 3 ice cream cups.
“Go on.”
Dirga looks down at the money. “What? You’re not going with me?”
“Do I have to?”
“It’s your fault in the first place!” If yelling at an officer is an act of offense, he’ll surely be arrested. At what cost? For a cup of ice cream and his dignity, he will defy the law.
“I refuse to believe you’re a young adult. Alright, lead the way. I have work to do so make it quick.”
With a smile of victory, Dirga walks along with Abel to the ice cream parlor. It’s just a few blocks away. The store is small with a comforting ambiance. He greets the staff and asks for the same salted caramel ice cream.
“How about you? Do you have any preference?” He looks back at Abel. He seems surprised at the offer.
“I’ll just have the chocolate. Single cup.”
“Huh. Basic,” Dirga snickered. He gave them the payment and they got their ice cream in their hands. Such amazing flavor! Dirga is going to cry with joy. His long awaited dream has come true.
“You look like you’ve ascended to heaven. That ice cream means a lot to you?”
“You have no idea.” They looked for a bench around the canals. It might not be the best spot, considering the murky waters in front of them. The ice cream is worth it tho. “Would you like to taste mine?”
Abel stares at him intently before realizing Dirga had offered a spoonful in front of him. He opens his mouth, letting the other feed him. Of course, Dirga doesn’t really mind. He might be an ass, but Abel bought him the ice cream. He’s nice when he wants (read: has) to.
People might have assumed those two are close friends; or worse, more than just friends. Abel kept contemplating what on earth just happens. The young lad doesn’t seem to notice (or even care) the blush spreading around his cheeks. Did Dirga realize his actions are that intimate? He never went on a date, did he? Get it together, Abel. You’ll be on duty soon so focus.
“Hmm why didn’t you eat your ice cream? Mine is almost finished.”
“I’ll eat it later.”
“It’ll melt.”
“Tasted the same. Save the rest of the money for yourself. I’ll be going now.”
“Huh?! So soon?” Dirga jolts up from his seat. He looks upset. His eyes gawked with undefined sadness. “We can still have time to talk. I mean — NO, THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT! Don’t you have enough spare time before work?”
Flabbergasted, Dirga punches himself internally. He surprisingly finds it comfortable to sit around with the officer. The mere fact he’s going back to work upsets him. A hint of hurt inside his chest — what is this. He doesn’t like it the slightest.
“You can call me later tonight, if that makes you happy.”
“OR you can just come over. My phone isn’t compatible with video calls after I … well, it’s a long story. I’m saving some to buy a new one.” Dirga smiles sheepishly. “Please don’t find me as a freak. It’s just nice to have someone to talk to. I’m not very good at socializing, so this is actually a good progress for me.”
To Abel, the man in front of him seems to have a brief panic attack. He’s genuine from the looks of it. Abel sighs and pats the other’s shoulder. “I’ll see you tonight then.”
Never have Dirga walked so fast back to his apartment. He dashes through the crowd and jumps a few stairs towards his room. He’s excited — what the heck is going on?! His room is a mess so he busied himself cleaning every single inch of his room. Tidy the bed, sweep off dust, rearrange his desk, wipe off stains. Some extra room fragrance will help. He opted for a coffee scent.
Night came earlier than he expected. He sees a few people walking past the streets. The ambience is far different from the main street of Amsterdam. He won’t lie; it does look like a ghetto with some questionable people walking around high (worse, sometimes they blacked out in the middle of the streets). No wonder it’s cheap. Everything for his education though.
His phone rings with Abel’s name on it. He came a few minutes before their designated time. Dirga goes downstairs to fetch him. He’s wearing something more casual. A t-shirt with a boring looking shade of green, a cardigan, and some jeans. It looks good on him, except for the fact he puts an annoying straight face.
“I was thinking you’ve changed your mind.”
“Nee nee. I kept my promise. I don’t want you to bombard my chat.”
“You’re so mean,” Dirga pouts, but lets him inside nevertheless. “Sorry if my apartment is small. At least it’s habitable.”
Dirga treats the officer as if he has no grudges (he’s a civilized man! There’s no need to treat him like shit). He brews him an aromatic jasmine tea paired with assorted cookies. There’s not much to offer in the first place. He’s tight on budget.
“So,” Abel starts their conversation, “what do you want to talk about?”
“Ohh mmm … I haven’t thought about it.”
“You dragged me here at night just to hear this?”
“Stop being so mean! Let me think about it.”
It starts off awkward. Dirga struggles to find a topic just for the sake of being close to Abel. Despite all of that, Abel kept his attention and sometimes threw arguments or comments. They talked a lot about each other. Their backgrounds, the values they hold, even as random as their take towards speeding cyclists (let’s just say Dirga almost lost his life to a bike and Abel won’t stop laughing).
“Don’t you want to stay here after uni?”
“Oh, I wish,” said Dirga with a pillow on his lap. “I have to return some day or sooner. I can always pay a visit back to Amsterdam. It’s just 7 to 8 hours on a flight, right?”
“I doubt you can afford ticket planes that often with a tight budget you’re having.”
“Why are you so pessimistic? I hate that side of you.” Dirga takes away the cookie assortment since both of them haven’t touched it for a while. “Are all officers in the Netherlands like that? Acting cocky and shit?”
Abel looks up to the man. “Maybe you’re just not used to it, yet.”
“Oh please. At least be nice and smile to the citizens. A shame … you’re actually good looking with a bad attitude.”
“Oh?” Abel rose up from his seat. He approaches him closer with his lips forming a sly smile. “Is that what I’m hearing? I’m good looking?”
“I — Okay, get out! Good bye!” Dirga scrambles him away and eventually pushes him out of the apartment. It happens so fast, even he can’t think straight at the moment. He fucked up real good. He kicked out an officer in an undignified manner. He called him handsome for some reason. He’s not going to meet that man ever again. NEVER.
A sentient being as God always plays with his life. It’s been around a week or so, he lost count. No Abel around the premises nor a message from the officer. Dirga should feel pleased, yet he can sense sadness lingering in the depths of his heart. Whatever, at least he won’t have to act like an idiot.
Dirga doesn’t have any classes until 3 PM so he’s free in the morning until noon. He never went to Oosterpark before. Some of his classmates mentioned the greens and a charming view of the lake makes it a great place to wind down. The weather forecast mentioned it’ll be sunny with a slight chance of cloudy at noon. Perfect.
The park is indeed beautiful. He doesn’t find any similar parks back in Indonesia, except for golf parks. Here, he can sit down at the lush grass fields with the huge lake in front. Some tiny birds flew by and jumped in excitement around him. If only he brought bread, he’ll happily give them some crumbs. Dirga laid back with his bag as his pillow. The soft breeze and the sound of nature caressed him to a light slumber.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in class, Mister Dirgantara?”
Dirga jolts up from his nap. He looks around to see the very man he hoped to just disappear. With his uniform, Abel stares at him dead in the eye. Why on earth is he here? In a park with a complete set of police uniform, what a joke.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
“I am working. I’m patrolling this area, just so you know.”
“Huh, and where’s Paard? I haven’t seen her for a while.”
“Since when have you put concern on my horse? I’m not taking her today.”
“Ooh …”
Such a worst time to meet each other again. Dirga looks away and stares at the surface of the lake. He hopes the officer just continues with his work. He didn’t expect Abel would sit beside him. He’s insane!
“What are you doing?”
“Sitting here with you,” Abel said nonchalantly. “You owe me an apology that night. Kicking a guest out for no reason is considered discourteous.”
Dirga blushes at the mere thought. Oh lord, what are you playing? “I’m truly sorry. I’m just overwhelmed. I’m saying something stupid back then.”
“What? Calling me good looking isn’t stupid. Might as well say that you’re not bad at all.”
“Huh?”
Is he hearing him right? Abel calls him not bad at all. What does that mean? Dirga can feel all of his body starting to warm up. His cheeks have gone red and his stomach feels ticklish. This man, outrageous!
“I have to get going now,” Abel finally let out a statement after a brief moment of silence.
Somehow Dirga also stood up and held his arm tight. His mind blanks out in a split second. When he finally gets the clear picture, their lips are already on each other. He never knew his first kiss would be so hasty and awkward. It’s sweet and warm, something you wouldn’t expect getting from a bastard like Abel. Dirga has to hold on his tippy toes just to kiss him.
When they pull away, Dirga swears he sees the man in front of him turning beet red. They stood there like a statue — not doing anything aside from staring at each other. That taste still lingers on their lips. What if Dirga gets caught for obstructing an officer’s duty? Stop thinking nonsense!
“I’m sor —“
“Meet me at the police station Y tonight. 6 PM. I’ll wait for you there.”
With just that, they continued their separate ways. Dirga still can’t comprehend what the hell just happened there. He walks back to his campus with a fleeting feeling. All of those words and fancy looking powerpoints didn’t hinder him from his daydreams. Dirga can still sense the warmth and the scent of his strong perfume. Has Abel always been a good kisser? Dirga just starts to write down nonsense in his textbook.
Class ended right around 5 and a half. The police station is just 15 minutes away in the center of Amsterdam. Dirga bids his farewell to his classmates and starts to walk towards his next destination. The weather is indeed unpredictable. What was once sunny turns into a dark gloomy windy day. Dirga has to cover himself up with his jacket. He managed to get into the modern building before another gush of wind sent him shrieking. Damn Netherlands with its wind.
It took him a good few minutes to wait for Abel. He sends him a message that he’s waiting for him at the lobby. A few officers passed by, some looking at him suspiciously. Hey, he’s not here for any charges! As far as he understands, he’s here getting damned by officer Abel Kneijnsberg.
That man finally shows up. He still wears that tacky (read: ravishing) black uniform with his jacket unzipped. Before Dirga can say a word, he is dragged to the parking lot. What’s with his mood?
“Get in.”
“Where are you taking me?” Dirga asked after he sat down on the front passenger seat.
“My house.”
“Your house? Are you serious about that? What are we, fucking now?” He joked while staring at the man behind the wheels. Abel didn’t say a word, one bit. At this point, Dirga can feel himself getting flushed. “Abel, it was a joke. Right?”
Apparently that’s not the case. With grainy sounds from the radio playing making love by Gemini, the tension is noticeable. Abel’s hand on the steering wheel grips the surface hard. Even Dirga has to look away at the streets, hiding his face away from the police officer. They arrived at a rather large apartment at the outer parts of the town. Dirga instantly knew Abel’s apartment is far more spacious with harmonious furniture and trinkets scattered around every part.
Never once in his life did he enter someone’s abode and get a deep kiss instead of a welcome. He instantly gave in. All that tension during their ride back here bursting like a molten volcano. Oh, he just noticed how bulky and tall Abel is. He sighs in delight as Abel scooped him up with his two hands with ease. He takes him deeper into the apartment to where it deems to be his bedroom. They kept kissing (this time with their tongue) as Abel threw them together on top of his mattress.
“Oh fuck,” Dirga pulls away breathless. He looks down to their crotches touching. There’s a noticeable bulge poking his wetness. “I can’t believe you’re this hot, officer.”
“You’re also not that bad, Schat. Gonna take this off.”
Their trousers are off, fleeing helplessly to the floor. It might not be his first time shedding off his clothes in front of someone, yet this is Abel. A hot officer he just bumped into on some random day in Amsterdam. Dirga bit his lips in anticipation as more of their skin is shown. My oh my, it’s happening really fast.
“How about I give you a head?” Dirga proposed the idea while playfully pulling his boxers away.
“Oh? Didn’t know you’re a freak type.”
“I’m full of surprises. Pull them down. I want to suck you off.”
This might be the most intense makeout session Dirga has encountered. With his mouth full of a big fat dick, he settles down right on Abel’s face. He never knew a 69 can feel like literal heaven. The musky scent of sweat and the invigorating perfume enlivens their senses. His neighbors might have filed a noise complaint by how loud and rough they go. This is merely the warm up.
Dirga remembers getting back to his rightful place: underneath Abel. He towers him like a literal giant. What has the Dutch police department feeding him with? Those sculpted abs, a very handsome face, and such strength. Lord have mercy, Dirga is getting the best dicked down of his life.
“Do you have condoms?”
“We can have it raw,” Dirga whispers as he strokes the man’s heavy cock. “Make me feel good, alright?”
“I promise I’ll make you reach cloud nine, Schat.”
From the very first time Abel breached in, Dirga knows his cunt won’t be able to last long. It fills him with immense pleasure and pressure. He looks up to Abel’s face, drawing him in for another kiss. As their body rocks back and forth for a mere minute, Dirga screeches as tensions builts below. Within seconds, he lets out his very first strong squirt of the night.
“You’re a squirter? Mijn God, you’re much sexier than I expected, lekkere ding." His thumb rubs over Dirga’s sensitive clit. It draws Dirga back to a squeal. “That’s it. Good boy.”
“Abel~”
“I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”
Before he knew it, Abel pulled Dirga up onto his lap. His bubble butt is for all to see. Abel left two spanks which jerked the smaller man’s back. He slipped in, continuing his chase for pleasure. Dirga slipped out another moan as he bounces on Abel’s lap.
“I’m cumming soon,” Abel whispers to his ear. His chest was deliciously glued to Dirga’s. His hips drags hard and deep, leaving nothing but intense worldly pleasure.
“Please … please …” his lips muttering incoherent pleas.
At long last, Abel buried his face on Dirga’s neck with a rather rough and loud moan. Dirga shrudders and jolts in his peak point. When Abel pulls out, there’s nothing more enchanting to see a white glob of his cum pouring out of Dirga’s cunt. He unconsciously puts the glob back in with his fingers, startling Dirga from overstimulation.
“Sorry. Are you alright?”
“I’m good. That was something, officer. I won’t mind getting apprehended for littering with ice cream again.”
“Stop it. If you want another fuck, we could just have another date outside work.”
“I like the idea of a date. How about a museum?” Dirga giggles as he pushes the hair out of Abel’s forehead, “or we could just go around Ams with Paard.”
Abel snorts. “I see you’ve reconciled with Paard.”
“Butttt … I’d rather have to ride you, officer~” Dirga kisses his lips. “Another round, Abel?”