Diagnosis Murder 3 Behind the Façade
Pelaam: May 2007.
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Two men moved as one as they strove to give and receive pleasure. The bigger man was buried deep in the slighter, writhing blond. His thrusts were hard and deep, ensuring his mate's sweet spot was constantly stimulated. He smiled as small hands caressed his face, across his shoulders to his chest where they teased and tweaked gently at his prominent nipples. His smiled widened at the mewl of pleasure as he took his lover's hard damp flesh in a large hand and began to pump, steadily increasing his movements as his thrusting became harder, faster and more erratic. The younger man's head pressed into the pillow as he wailed his mate's name and his climax fountained over the still pumping hand and between their bodies. With a bellow of his own, the older man came hard, pulses of his hot seed filling the slender, clenching channel. As his lover sagged bonelessly into the mattress, the bigger man allowed some of his weight to settle over the lissom form.
"Love you, Steve," the smaller man said as he caressed the ruggedly handsome face above him.
"Love you, too, Jess," Steve smiled as he nuzzled at the younger man before tenderly stroking sweat-damp hair from the angelic visage. He then leant down to capture kiss-swollen lips. As they parted with a sigh, Steve's tongue swept inside the warm, wet cavern beyond to leisurely entwine with Jesse's own slick muscle.
"Everything quiet in work?" Jesse panted as they finally broke apart to breathe.
"All quiet, babe," Steve confirmed then gave a low growl as Jesse squeezed the half hard shaft still inside him with talented muscles.
"I wish you weren't still on lates, this is the first time we've been able to enjoy each other properly. You're usually so tired." Steve began a slow undulation in slick, velvet heat. As it had been the first time in several days they had been able to make love, the bigger man fully intended to enjoy every moment he could. The ebullient young blond he was privileged to call his husband having made time in a hectic schedule to be with him.
"Another couple of days and I'll be all yours...to play with," Jesse added, his voice dropping to a husky whisper and his internal muscles squeezing tightly and rhythmically. He grinned mischievously at Steve's groan.
"Imp," Steve growled with a mock-glare.
"Yeah, but I'm your imp," Jesse replied. "Oh yeah, just there," he panted as Steve once again began to rub erotically over his hidden jewel.
"Love you, Jess, love to make love with you," Steve said. He grinned savagely at the low moan as his fingers tweaked an innocent pink bud and then the moist heat of his mouth soothed the slight hurt. His hand slid between their bodies and encouraged the refilling rod to full hardness. Positioning himself so that Jesse's erection was sandwiched between their undulating bodies, Steve began to piston his hips and drove into his young lover with abandon to a wail of pleasure from the smaller man.
"Oh, yeah, do it, Steve. Make me come, make me yours, come in me."
"Mine, baby," Steve's voice was low, dark and possessive. "Only ever mine."
"Love you, want you, need you," Jesse panted.
"Come for me, baby," Steve encouraged. "Want you to cream when I'm buried inside you. Come, Jesse, come now."
Jesse screamed as he obeyed his dominant mate's command. He thrashed as an intense orgasm crashed through his body.
His body's convulsions, the tight tunnel that clenched brutally around his own need and the sight of Jesse lost in the throes of passion fractured Steve's control. With a flurry of hard and fast thrusts, the bigger man finally froze, buried as deep as he could be and roared his completion. His seed erupted into the still spasming channel. Steve's hips pumped desultorily as the last of his semen emptied into his satiated lover. Rolling them to have the smaller body drape over him, both men gave into post-coital lassitude. Tender kisses became erratic and softer as both men began to drift into sleep.
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Steve smiled at the photograph on his desk. It showed him, Jesse and his father, Mark Sloan. He stood behind Jesse, bending over out of sight of the camera, to lay his head on Jesse's right shoulder and his hand was on Jesse's left. Behind them Mark stood with one hand covering Steve's and the other on Steve's shoulder. They all wore matching tuxedos and the same joyous smiles. It could have been a picture of any formal occasion the three had attended; however it was in fact the post-ceremony picture of his marriage to Jesse. They had been married for almost eight months and the big detective had never been as happy in his life. His eyes moved at the knock on his door.
"Come in," he called.
One of the female detectives of his team ushered a woman inside.
"This lady asked to see you personally, Lieutenant," she explained. She backed out at Steve's nod. He indicated the seat in front of his desk. The lady in question was tall and broadset. She wore a long black skirt and an old, shapeless brown jumper. Her mousy-brown hair was pulled into a severe bun and her face, which seemed almost carved into an emotionless mask, was devoid of make-up. She gave a nervous smile and Steve knew he recognised her.
"Lieutenant Sloan," she said in a low, even voice. "It's Jenny Walters."
"Jenny," Steve said, the memory of their first meeting replayed in his mind. "Good to see you." He stood and reached over his desk to shake her hand before sitting again. He'd met her about six months earlier. He'd been convinced she was contemplating throwing herself off a bridge onto a road below. He'd chatted to her and listened to a sad tale of domestic abuse. He'd hoped he'd talked her into reconsidering her life. She had hailed from a small town outside of the city and Steve had wondered if she'd taken any of his advice.
"I came to look you up as I don't have a husband any more. He's gone now. I'm free."
"That's good to hear," said Steve encouragingly.
"I just wanted to see you, thank you," Jenny said hesitantly. "I have a couple of rooms here for a while. I wondered if I might cook you dinner or take you out?"
"That's very kind of you," Steve said, "but not necessary. I did my job, that's all." Another knock to his door had Steve striding from his desk to mutter quietly just outside. As such he didn't see Jenny study the photograph he'd looked at minutes before. Nor did he see the deep frown that transformed the placid features, before the mask of neutrality was back in place.
"I'm sorry, Jenny, but something's come up," Steve lied evenly. "If you're free of your old life I'm really pleased for you and I hope things work out for you."
"So do I," Jenny murmured. "Bye, Steve, see you around."
Steve frowned at the farewell and then promptly dismissed Jenny from his mind.
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Steve was unaware of the car that trailed him to Community General or of the figure that followed him like a silent shadow. He made his way rapidly to his objective, barely noticing anything of his surroundings.
"Hey, big guy," the effervescent blond bounded over to him as Steve gave a wide smile of genuine pleasure. Glancing quickly around, Steve swung Jesse into his embrace, kissing him. Neither man was aware of the hate-filled eyes that watched the tableau.
"C'mon, babe," Steve enthused. "Let's see if dad has time to join us for lunch."
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Jesse was mentally and physically exhausted as he arrived home. He smiled tiredly at the light still on in the home he shared with his husband. Steve may fall asleep in the big armchair, but he never went to bed until Jesse was back. His shift had overrun due to an emergency, but he hadn't lost a patient so he was tired but happy. Jesse reached to let himself in, ignorant of avid eyes that followed his every move. The watcher waited for several moments. A grunt of anger accompanied the lights in the beach-house switching off and the realisation that the young doctor was clearly staying the night
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