1-29-2015
I tossed the towel up over the shower door once my hair was fairly dry. It was raining outside, as it did so often here in the City, so I wasn't too concerned with the damp. My hat would keep my head warm, anyway.
Looking down at the bed kept a smile on my face as I dressed. Looking at my face you wouldn't think I smiled all that much. It was a face more accustomed to growling or frowning. After decades of being a City cop, the frown seemed etched into my soul like a brand on my bones. I'd seen things... and done things... which made me wonder if I would ever smile again.
But Andy...
Andy always made me smile. Just looking at his sweet face and his perfect body made me feel like a kid getting his first look at a Christmas tree piled with presents. Andy was all that was good and right and loving in my world.
Of course for the uninitiated, a look at the bed where he lay face down might look a bit like a crime scene or the aftermath of some violence. The sheets were rumpled and pulled all out of place. The comforter and half of the pillows were strewn across the floor around the bed. My young beautiful partner lay face down, arms and legs askew in the position I had left him in when I went to shower. The only sign of life would be if you got close enough to hear the soft snores leaking from his nose. Five small bruises were forming on his right shoulder where I had gripped him a bit too tightly in passion and there was a red mark on the back of his neck where I had bitten him.
Normally our life and our lovemaking was gentle and sweet. But on certain occasions Andy really got excited when I was a little more rough with him. Holding him down and taking him hard and fast sometimes sent my lover right over the edge, making him cry out and come again and again and again.
As it had this evening. Were it not for work, I'd be curled up next to him napping with a satisfied smile on my lips. But instead I will leave him in our bed, sweaty and bruised and happily asleep with the sticky residue of my come spattered on those perfectly edible little ass cheeks of his. Some of it was even leaking down over his balls to join the puddle of his own happiness beneath that wonderful cock trapped under his body.
If my mind had been on the linens, I would have awoken him to shower and clean up the mess. But I knew my lover and his ways. He'd be awake in fifteen minutes with his batteries recharged and a happy smile. He'd strip the bed and take a shower and start a load of wash then patter into the kitchen to leave me a midnight snack for when I came home again.
Living with Andy I always came home hungry for one thing or another.
Usually both.
But alas... work calls. And out into the night I go.
One
"I am sorry, but we don't handle divorce cases." Somewhat reluctantly, I slid the envelope of pictures along with a sizable check back across the desk. The client raised an eyebrow at me incredulously, as if he wasn't used to being denied. Being told "No" stunned him a little bit.
I swear, the rich are getting so spoiled these days...
"I don't think you understand. I am offering you quite a bit of money here." Leaning back and listening to my antique wooden chair creak in protest, I steepled my fingers over my belly and sighed.
"I understand it is quite a bit of money, Mr Vanport. Enough to keep me in trench coats for a year. Maybe two. But the simple fact of the matter is we do not handle divorce cases. You can take it over to Schiller and Brio down the street. They will peep through all they keyholes you need. No thank you."
"But... but... you come highly recommended! I.. I assure you..." He was beginning to sputter.
I hated it when they sputtered.
"Schiller and Brio come highly recommended too. By me. No thank you, Mister Vanport."
"Well!" He huffed as he swept up his dirty laundry and stuffed it back in the pocket of a coat that cost the best part of a grand. "I never!"
"Maybe you should sometime." I muttered under my breath as he stomped out of the door in a snit. "Might do you some good."
"And don't you make that face at me, Andrew Jones." I raised my voice once the door was firmly shut. "That guy was a stiff. One good orgasm would probably shatter his spine. I didn't like him, his pointy nose or his money and we are better off without customers like that." Andy held up his hands in defeat as he peered at me around his computer screen.
He just didn't understand that not every person who came in the door was a patient for him to heal. Some were just annoyances who needed to be thrown out.
"All right, Alex. All right. Don't get your blood pressure up."
Oooo... He was playing the age card. Which he well knew would get me riled. As much as I was deeply madly in love with Andy, sometimes it bothered me a little being more than a decade older than him. He was well past the legal age of course, but I often felt as if I were robbing the cradle. Andy was young and pretty and looked at least ten years younger than his age. He kept himself in excellent physical shape and looked yummy no matter what.
Me, I looked so much like a retired detective it didn't matter what I was wearing. There was something about my demeanor that said "Cop" so loudly it was as if I had a giant neon badge floating over my head. As a matter of fact if it hadn't been for a certain drunken teenager who t-boned my car and the weeks of surgery and rehabilitation I'd still be a detective with the City police, instead of medically retired for disability. I now had more metal in my body than most cars nowadays.
But then if it weren't for a certain drunken teenager I wouldn't have ended up in Andy's physical therapy room in the hospital. I wouldn't have fallen in love with him, gotten better and opened a private detective agency, working side by side with the love of my life.
I may have to look that kid up and thank him some day.
"I was just trying to find you a case, Alex. When you have something to work on you are so less... grumpy." He lowered his voice just a little. "And while I do love my rough, tough, grumpy, studmuffin bear with all of my heart, I love you even more when you are busy and happy."
Just like that my mood lightened and a smile crept across my lips. One that even went all the way up to my eyes. Only my greatest love could make me smile like that. He well knew the effect his silly adjectives had on my heart. And on other parts of my body as well. Even though I couldn't see his body past his desk and all of the associated computer equipment, I knew every curve and inch of that sweet sweet little form intimately. Just the thought of Andrew Jones made me drool.
I was just about to suggest we retire up to our apartment for an early lunch and perhaps a long creative nap when the door to the outer office opened. I almost snarled at the awful timing. But the look on the young man's face slipped past my frustration. He looked so upset and worried, as if he might burst into tears at any moment.
Besides, he was kind of cute. Although nothing in this world could ever convince me to look anywhere but to my sweet Andy for love, there was nothing which said I couldn't look. We both often played the "I'd do him" game when we were out together. I think we would have agreed on this one.
The look on Andy's face confirmed my hypothesis.
The man was young... maybe early 20's at best. Long-ish blond hair tied back in a ponytail hanging down his back. From the smooth look of his face I'd wager he had never needed to shave a day in his life so far. I almost envied that. I had to shave twice a day just to keep the 5 o'clock shadow down to a dull roar. Bright blue eyes behind little gold framed glasses and soft lips. He wore loose blue jeans with a white dress shirt tucked in the waistband and a black blazer two sizes too big for him over the shirt. And of course the backpack slung over one shoulder which seemed to be the prerequisite accessory for all of the younger crowd here in the City. Resale shop chic.
At first glance, my impressions said "college student." His hands were soft looking and not calloused. No dirt or paint under the fingernails. His brown suede shoes weren't scuffed and his clothes were rumpled but clean. It was obvious whatever he did it wasn't manual labor. The young man's clothes were all a bit too big and baggy for him so it was difficult to see how he was built under there but from what I could see he was fairly fit and within ten pounds of his ideal body weight.
Okay, so I'm not Sherlock Holmes.
If it hadn't been for the woebegone expression on his face he would have at least been a diverting bit of eye candy which Andy and I would have shared secret glances over.
"Umm... excuse me, I... need some help, please." Andy was out of his chair in a flash, helping the young man to a seat in front of my desk. My lover was a sucker for someone in distress. Even though he only worked three days a week at the hospital now, he still treated potential clients like his patients. His heart was a mile wide and I loved every inch of it.
"Come in. Come in. Sit down. Of course we can help you. Coffee?" Andy went to his side of the office and poured three cups, setting one down in front of the client and one in front of me before sitting back down behind his computer screens. The young man looked back and forth between us, a little lost in the décor.
I didn't blame his confusion. Our office was a little bit time warpy. My side was done in dark wood and brass. A huge old desk with a green blotter and a cup full of number two pencils. A brass desk lamp with a green glass shade. Oak bookshelves stuffed with books lined the wall. In the corner was a wooden coat rack which held a trench coat, fedora and a shoulder holster with my trusty .45 1911 with extra clips. Next to it on top of the book shelf was an antique oscillating fan rattling softly.
My side looked like you had just stepped back into the late 1940's. Sam Spade or Phillip Marlowe would have been right at home, even down to the bottle of scotch in the bottom drawer of the desk.
In contrast Andy's side of the office was all chrome and white formica and computer equipment. He had an impressive array of tech available at his fingertips. Two screens faced him so he could multitask with another so he could swivel it out and show the client things without them invading his space. A small refrigerator with a glass front full of sports drinks and herbal teas and a programmable coffee pot which demanded a degree in astrophysics before it would surrender even a single cup of plain old black coffee.
The impression most people got was they had just slipped back in time and Andy had brought them there. It was often amusing just watching their faces. Partly because they could never decide where to look, exactly.
I settled that dilemma for the moment by setting my cup down noisily, catching his attention. Startled, he looked across the expanse of my desk at me. His backpack began sliding off of his shoulder and he caught the strap and set it on the floor between his feet.
