Chasing Justice (Gay Detective Romance Novella) Page 7

  His neighborhood in Queens was old—most houses were built in the 40’s and 50’s and then rehabbed as the original owners passed away. Luke’s house was a small two-story bungalow with a brick facade and vinyl siding. Scrolled wrought iron pillars on the porch supported an aluminum canopy awning that matched the tan color of the house. The small patch of front lawn was surrounded by a decorative brick walled fence. The driveway in similarly colored brick led to a detached garage behind the house.

  “Cute,” Eddie said as they got out of the car.

  “Took us forever to save up the down payment.”

  “You’ve been living here alone?”

  “Kathy already found a nice apartment close to the school with the kids. I think she let me stay here out of pity. Once the divorce is final we’ve agreed to split the proceeds of the sale.”

  “Seems like a shame,” Eddie said as they walked up the brick steps to the porch. “Looks like you put in a lot of work.”

  “Guess I’ll have to get over it.”

  While Luke wasn’t the best housekeeper now that he was living in the house alone, it was still relatively tidy inside. The living room was neat and the kitchen clean, and after entering Eddie took off his leather jacket, tossed it over an armchair, and settled in on the couch.

  “Your wife has an eye for design. I wasn’t expecting the open concept.”

  “Before we remodeled, every room had a door, even the kitchen,” Luke said, grabbing two beers from the fridge and walking over to sit down next to Eddie. “I picked out the hardwood.”

  “Nice,” Eddie said, tapping his boot against the floor. “Tastefully decorated.”

  “It was all Kathy.”

  “What about that?” Eddie asked, pointing to the fist-shaped hole in the wall.

  “That? Oh, it’s nothing.”

  Eddie propped his head up with his hand. “Luke. C’mon.”

  “What do you want me to say? It’s exactly what it looks like.”

  “Does that happen a lot?”

  Luke shrugged. “Only over the past few weeks.”

  “Since the separation, I take it?”

  “Yeah,” Luke admitted.

  “All this anger isn’t healthy, man, and you know it. Between Thayer and that incident in the bathroom, to punching that paper towel dispenser, and now this? It’s worrying.”

  “I know,” he admitted.

  “Have you thought about talking to someone about it?”

  Luke chuckled darkly. “That’s what Elizabeth said.”

  “You should listen to your partner. The more you talk, the more the pain will fade,” Eddie said, leaning his head back on the couch. “Soon it’ll be nothing but a scar and you can move on with your life.”

  “You’re speaking from experience.”

  “Hell yeah. I’m not afraid to admit that I needed someone to talk to on occasion, either because of shit I’ve seen on the job, or because a guy left me—or I left him.”

  “Your life is almost the complete opposite of mine,” Luke said. “I’ve been with one woman since I was a eighteen.”

  “Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I’d met a girl when I was that age and had a bunch of kids.”

  “You’ve been with women?”

  “When I was a teenager, because that’s what was expected of me in a little town in California. You know—dating, the prom, Homecoming. I eventually came to the realization that I couldn’t lie to myself. I tried to, but by the time I was nineteen I knew. I always went back to men.”

  “Why? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”

  Eddie sighed, taking a moment to formulate his thought. “I love men, Luke. How they smell, their muscles, their strength, how they taste, how they fuck. I can’t explain it. It’s rough and primal when I’m with another guy, like the feel of a motorcycle between my legs. I want to lose control. I want someone to make me beg for more. It’s desperate and it’s passionate and it’s plain fucking lust, you know what I mean? I have to have it.”

  Luke wondered if he was feeling the same thing. Something about Eddie ignited a dormant spark somewhere deep inside him. He wanted to experience that fire again—the wild, untamed sense of losing himself with another person—something he hadn’t felt in years. He never expected it would be with another man, though.

  “Have you had many boyfriends?”

  “Checking up on me?”

  “Not at all. It’s just a little surreal that I find myself sitting on a couch with another man discussing the intimate details of my life.”

  “Blowjobs bring people together,” Eddie smirked.

  “It’s also because I’ve never done anything like this.”

  “Luke,” Eddie said, touching him on the cheek, “you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I told you that.”

  But in that moment Luke already knew he wanted every little bit Eddie was willing to give him. He wanted to feel the raw intensity of having sex with a man, tasting his cum, teasing his throbbing cock. He needed to touch Eddie, and feel him, and run his hands over his muscled, masculine body, and forget the soft curves of women.

  “I know. I want this. I want you.”

  “Oh, do you?” Eddie asked, smiling at him. “How much?”

  “I feel like I’m sixteen again. I’m nervous, and excited,” Luke admitted. “I’m also getting hard just thinking about it.”

  Eddie slid his hand down onto the front of Luke’s trousers. “Huh. You’re right.”

  Luke began to kiss Eddie’s neck, and moved over his jaw, and then found his mouth. Luke kissed him gently at first, but then Eddie opened his mouth to give him better access, and within moments they were kissing deeply, tongues clashing.

  “I can still taste myself on you,” Luke said, his voice low and husky.

  “Does your little Queens castle feature a shower large enough for two people?”

  “Just barely.”

  “That’s exactly the size I was hoping for,” Eddie said, getting up. He took Luke’s hand and pulled him to his feet. “Lead the way, Detective.”

  + + + + +

  Upstairs a short hall led to three bedrooms, with a bathroom across from two of them. The master had its own en suite, with a dual vanity and newly tiled enclosed glass shower.

  “Looks new,” Eddie commented. “Did you do this yourself?”

  “Can you tell one of the tiles is a little crooked beneath the showerhead?” Luke laughed. “Because yeah.”

  “No, not at all. It’s really nice. It’s bigger than I expected for this size house.”

  “We tore out part of the master closet to extend it enough to get the vanity in. Lots of work. I guess it’s worth it for resale.”

  “Sorry about that.”

  “It’ll be someone else’s problem now,” Luke said, turning on the shower. “We could use the money.”

  Eddie grabbed Luke’s waist and turned him around so he could kiss him. “I’m going to make you forget about all that tonight,” he said, undoing the buttons on Luke’s dress shirt. When he had come to the end of the row and slipped it from Luke’s shoulders, he began running his hands over Luke’s chest.

  “What do you bench, two hundred? Two twenty-five?”

  “I did three reps at two sixty-five,” Luke answered, staring as Eddie’s hands slid up and down his pecs and abs. Eddie’s fingers traced lazy circles over his nipples, and then he put both his hands over Luke’s biceps.

  “Damn,” Eddie said. “Fucking beautiful.”

  Luke still had on the bright silver belt buckle Eddie had let him borrow, and now Eddie began unfastening it, along with the belt. Luke’s trousers, shoes, and socks came next, until he was standing in the bathroom wearing nothing but his briefs.

  “They say men wear boxers and boys wear briefs. But seeing how your package looks with them on, I have to disagree,” Eddie said.

  “Are you going to tell me you’ll be wearing some fashionable printed boxers when you take those jeans off?”
Luke asked.

  “No,” Eddie answered, pulling his jeans down over his hips, “I don’t wear underwear.”

  Eddie’s dick was semi-hard already. It was a little longer than average, and not as thick as Luke’s, but for some reason all Luke could think about was wrapping his lips around it.

  Luke grabbed the bottom edge of Eddie’s tank top and effortlessly lifted it over his head. He had to wait until Eddie unlaced and took off his scuffed work boots, and then they stood side by side in the bright bathroom. Luke pulled him close, so that their naked bodies pressed against each other, and Luke could feel Eddie’s cock touching his. He gripped Eddie’s ass cheeks in his hands and massaged them. Eddie let out a sound of pleasure.

  “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Eddie asked. “Because for a straight guy you know exactly where to put your hands.”

  “I want to know what it feels like,” Luke whispered to him, his mouth near Eddie’s ear. “I want to touch you, kiss you. I want to know what it’s like to have your cock in my mouth.”

  “Luke—”

  “If you’re going to try to dissuade me again, don’t bother. I’ve done the same thing for twenty-two years. Now let me explore.”

  “Fuck, baby, anything you want,” Eddie grinned, taking his dick in his hand. He leaned back against the vanity. “Come taste me.”

  Luke kneeled down on the soft, memory foam rug and took Eddie into his mouth. He sucked greedily at him, licking and teasing with his tongue, gripping Eddie’s balls and pulling Eddie farther back into his throat. As he slid him out of his mouth he lapped at the underside of the shaft with soft strokes of his tongue. Eddie’s gasps and moans echoed around the bathroom, and it reminded Luke of the sounds they heard while confined in the stall at the club.

  “Let’s finish this in the shower,” Eddie was able to get out, his voice wavering. “Hurry.”

  The mists of steam parted as they entered. Luke pulled the glass shower door closed behind them, and Eddie wasted no time by grabbing Luke by his shoulders and kissing him. The warm water poured over both of their faces as their mouths and tongues connected. Luke cast everything that was weighing him down out of his mind—the divorce, Kathy, the job, Thayer—and simply reveled in the sensation of having another human being pressed against him. He was lost in it, letting his apprehensions and worries about having sex with another man go as easily as the water circled the drain.

  Then Eddie turned away from him and faced the opposite wall of the shower. He braced one hand against the tiles and reached behind him for Luke’s cock, which was hard and twitching.

  He guided Luke’s cock to the crease of his ass. “I need you, Luke,” Eddie said. “Oh fuck, I need you right now.”

  Eddie adjusted his stance and spread his legs a little farther apart. He still held Luke’s cock in his hand, and when he had gotten the angle right, eased back slightly onto it.

  Luke twitched and sunk himself deep into Eddie with a slight exhale of breath. The steam and the sensation of burying his cock into a tight, hot hole made his head spin. He was almost overcome by the sheer excitement of what he was doing, and had to concentrate on the man in front of him. Eddie had placed both of his hands against the tile to support himself. Luke wrapped one arm under Eddie’s stomach, and with the other he reached for Eddie’s damp curls that were lying limp around his shoulders.

  Threading his fingers through the blond hair, Luke yanked Eddie’s head back at the same time he thrust his hips forward, pressing his cock deeper into Eddie. Eddie sucked air through his teeth and let out a shuddery sigh.

  “Yeah, like that,” Eddie moaned. “Harder.”

  Luke shifted and bent his knees slightly, so now his stroke was coming from lower and he could put his weight behind it. The moment he did so Eddie made a sound so pleasurable that Luke thought he was going to cum before they’d even had time to get very far. Thrusting harder now, Luke sped up the pace and pushed himself as deep as he could inside Eddie. His grunting, Eddie’s gasps, the running water, and his thighs smacking Eddie’s ass were the only sounds that could be heard. He rocked his hips against the man under him, drawing his cock almost entirely out before ramming himself back in again with heavy, deep strokes. Eddie’s face was crushed against the tile as he willingly took the pounding Luke was giving him. He was struggling to hold himself upright as Luke’s efforts became more and more strenuous.

  “Oh m-my God,” Eddie mumbled. “Fuck, Luke! Yeah, oh God—”

  Luke could feel the release building in him like an oncoming wave. His balls tightened and his stomach quivered.

  “Going to…going to…” Luke was able say.

  “I want you to cum inside me,” Eddie gasped. “Please. Give it to me, Luke. I want to feel it.”

  He didn’t have to be quiet because the kids were asleep in the next room, he didn’t have to worry about getting Kathy pregnant again, and he definitely didn’t have to think about staining the bedsheets. All he had to do was focus on pleasure, for both himself and Eddie. It was a freedom he could get used to.

  Luke was now pumping so fast that he had to put his arm against the shower wall to support himself. Eddie cried out each time Luke buried himself deeper and deeper, close to the edge of losing control. And then, with a shuddering groan he let loose, shooting his cum inside of Eddie with several hard thrusts.

  Panting, he kissed the back of Eddie’s neck and let him step back from the tile. But he didn’t pull out. Instead, Luke reached around and grabbed Eddie’s straining cock. He fluttered his fingers up and down, gently at first, alternating with a firm, massaging grip. Eddie whimpered, and Luke slowly began to slide his cock in and out while he pumped Eddie’s dick at the same time.

  “That feels so good,” Eddie purred. Water cascaded over his open mouth and chin, and Luke sucked at his lips when he kissed him. Eddie kissed him back, making low, barely audible sounds of pleasure every time Luke’s hand moved.

  Luke matched the rhythm of his fucking with his pumping, so that Eddie could rock back and forth. Every time he pushed deep inside Eddie’s ass he would twist his wrist and give the tip of Eddie’s dick a firm squeeze. He continued like that for a few minutes, slow and steady, allowing Eddie to build up to his own orgasm.

  Eddie’s breathing began to speed up, and he reached down to place his hand over Luke’s to guide how he wanted to be jerked off. Luke followed his lead, and eventually with a loud gasp Eddie shot a thick spray of cum across the shower wall. Eddie wobbled a little on his feet from the intensity of it, and Luke wrapped his arms around him to keep him upright.

  Luke pulled his softening cock from Eddie and spun him around so he could kiss him again.

  “We should get cleaned up,” Luke said, reaching for the body wash from a shelf inset into the shower wall. “The water’s starting to get cold.”

  “Can you hold me for a minute longer? I’m not ready for this to end just yet,” Eddie said, his voice muffled by Luke’s chest.

  Luke nodded, although he knew Eddie couldn’t see it. He held Eddie close and nuzzled him, allowing his nose to be tickled by the wet curls that were dancing around Eddie’s neck from the water.

  “Are you sure you have to leave tonight?” Luke asked.

  “Yeah,” Eddie answered, looking up at him. “Duty and all that.”

  “Fuck duty. That bastard can wait until tomorrow.”

  Eddie sighed deeply, and ran his hand over Luke’s chest. “You know that’s not going to happen.”

  “I do.”

  “Then let me take what I can get for now. I want to remember this until I get to see you again.”

  Eddie met his eyes and smiled, then reached up to draw Luke into a lingering kiss.

  Epilogue

  Three Days Later

  Luke was in the middle of typing up his report about the Thayer case when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

  “While you were busy I got T.J. to talk,” Elizabeth said.

  “No shit!” he said, surprised,
swiveling his chair to face her. “Tell me everything.”

  “I played the protective mother card and guilted him into it.”

  “Did he really see it happen like my CI said?”

  “He heard one of the crew’s lieutenants, Rolo, bad-mouthing Buddha and saying he wanted to take over the operation. Apparently he wasn’t happy with his cut. T.J. happened to be standing outside the bodega with Buddha when the hit went down. He was right next to him on the sidewalk.”

  “Bad luck.”

  “Yeah, especially when he told me Rolo had made quite a name for himself among the crew. T.J. was afraid.”

  “That’s just what I thought,” Luke said. “I kind of feel sorry for the kid.”

  “I dropped the narcotics charge from the heroin you found on him to get him to talk and agree to testify. Rolo has a sheet as long as my arm. Until the D.A. gets their ducks in a row, we’ll be sure to keep T.J. in protective custody.”

  “Sounds like you got all your shit together,” Luke said, smiling at her. “You be sure to mark this one down with you closing the case as primary. I’m proud of you.”

  She cocked an eyebrow. “You’re smiling at me.”

  “Yeah?”

  “You’re relaxed, not stressed…you haven’t looked this good in weeks. What’s going on?”

  “We arrested Neils Thayer,” Luke said.

  “Yeah, I heard, which is fantastic, don’t get me wrong…but there’s something else happening here.”

  “I don’t know what you’re—”

  “Oh my God, you got laid!”