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Fake
First Year Together: A New Day (May)

By
Brit Columbia

Chapter 44

Fandom:
Fake
Pairing: Dee/ Ryo
Rating:
Not worksafe! Part one only has some kissing and groping, but
male parts are referred to in vulgar terms that would shock your
employer. Incidentally, part two is even less worksafe than part
one.
Spoilers: To Volume 7
Timing:
Set in May, directly after book 7 ended
Summary:
Ryo is coming to terms with his new sexual identity, as well as the
changes in his relationship with Dee. Meanwhile, Dee and Ryo
are trying to find enough evidence to expose a crooked cop. This
story explores homophobic attitudes, but is primarily a love story
between two men.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fake or
any of the characters created by Sanami Matoh. Lieutenant Abernathy
is mine however, along with Detective Greenspan, Helen, Frank
Marchall, and Sergeant Ross Pekoe. I have not based these characters
on any living person.
Author's notes: An LOA is a
leave of absence.
Thank you to mtemplar
and the_ladyfeather
for so kindly and patiently being my betas and putting up with my
incredibly long chapters.

A New
Day

Chapter 44

Dee and Ryo
strode over to the limousine Helen had directed them to, and a member
of the funeral honor guard opened the limo door for for them,
revealing quite a full house.

"Hello, everybody. How ya
doin', Chief?" Dee slid across the smooth leather seats and Ryo
followed him. Commissioner Rose was there, naturally, accompanied not
only by Lieutenant Warren Smith, but also by Helen, his efficient
secretary from the 27th Precinct. The other occupant of the limousine
was Sergeant Ross Pekoe, the Commissioner's Supervisor of Staff at
One Police Plaza. Dee was just relieved not to see the mayor sitting
there as well.

Sergeant Pekoe, a slender, well-coiffed man of
about thirty-four with the cheekbones of a model, looked cold and
unaccountably hostile at the sight of Ryo, whereas Dee instinctively
bristled at the sight of the Commissioner. None of this escaped
Rose's attention, naturally. Dee could have sworn that the bastard
was positively enjoying the tension.

"Detectives,"
he said smoothly, inclining his head in welcome. "Thank you for
joining us for this brief meeting. I assume you've met Ross?"

"Who
hasn't met Ross?" Dee said with a smirk.

"Yes, sir,"
said Ryo feeling vaguely unsettled by the company he had suddenly
found himself in. He was never comfortable in the presence of the
Commissioner. Rose had always been fairly open about his attraction
to Ryo, and seemed to be unaware that his behavior bordered upon
harassment more often than not. Actually, 'unaware' was probably not
the right word. Ryo suspected that the Commissioner knew full well
what he was doing, and enjoyed it more than he ought to. For a
moment, Ryo felt the compact space of the limousine's interior
closing in on him. He was very glad that he wasn't alone with Rose.
In any case, the Commissioner usually behaved himself in the presence
of the Chief, so he probably didn't have to worry.

And then
there was Sergeant Pekoe. Although Ryo could count on one hand the
number of times he had been face to face with the Commissioner's
Supervisor of Staff over the years, and had never had any kind of
confrontation with him, the man seemed to have developed a mysterious
antipathy toward him. It was unnerving.

The limousine began to
roll gently forward, and Dee couldn't resist checking out the
interior fittings and then looking out of the window. He loved limos,
but it seemed like every time he found himself inside one, he was in
the company of someone insufferable like the Sea Hag or her equally
annoying part-time boyfriend, that pompous asshole, Rose. Whenever he
was in their vicinity, it was almost impossible for him to enjoy
himself.

"I'm afraid I have good news and bad news,"
said the Commissioner, and then paused for effect.

Dee felt
Ryo tense beside him. The Chief gave them a look that bordered on
sympathetic.

"I'm sure you would like to get the bad news
over with first," continued the Commissioner, "so I'll
perhaps open with that." His pale blue gaze locked on them like
an IR missile. "Detectives Laytner and MacLean, your
investigation of Lieutenant Abernathy is officially on hold until
further notice."

"What?!" cried Dee and Ryo in
unison. Both began speaking at once. The Commissioner stopped them
by making a cutting motion with one hand.

"Detective
Greenspan, mentioned to me that the lieutenant was planning to be
away for a while. We've confirmed it with his commanding officer.
Lieutenant Abernathy is officially on a leave of absence for...
health reasons."

"Sir," Ryo began, "just
because he's not going to work every day doesn't mean he's not going
to be busy, er..." He couldn't stop himself from shooting a
nervous glance at Sergeant Pekoe, who curled his lip slightly in
response.

"It's all right, Ryo. You can speak freely
here. Although Helen and Ross aren't directly involved in this case,
they are one hundred percent loyal. They know all my secrets, isn't
that right?" The Commissioner glanced from one to the other,
smiling benignly.

"Well, if that's so, sir, you'd better
hope like hell that neither of them ever gets kidnapped and
questioned 'persuasively' by the mob," said Dee flatly. Then he
added, "Don't worry, Helen. Ryo and I will come and rescue you."
He shot Sergeant Pekoe a fuck-you look. He hadn't missed the
supercilious way that asshole was looking down his nose at Ryo.
However, he found himself a little disconcerted when the man actually
blushed and looked away.

The lordly smile didn't leave the
Commissioner's mouth, but it hardened somewhat. "Detective
Laytner, if you're quite through being juvenile, I'm sure Ryo would
like to finish what he was saying."

"Sir," said
Ryo, "the point I wanted to make was that I think we should
still go ahead with the surveillance. Abernathy has a number of irons
in the fire, and medical leave or no, he's still going to want to
attend to his sideline business."

"I'm sorry,
Randy," the Chief put in. "I know you guys worked really
hard on this, but you're gonna have to let it go for now."

"Why
does it have to be shelved?" Ryo demanded. "A leave of
absence just means he has the leisure to put even more time into his
criminal activities. It's the gang shake up that's motivated this, I
know it."

"Don't be too sure," said the Chief.
"According to Chief Hennessy, Mike really is on edge. The guy's
been losing it recently. He confessed to coming in here last Monday
and screaming at us, and you gotta admit that was total nutjob
behavior. Then there was that business of leaving his partner down
during the shootout and fire at the Navy Yard. He admitted that he
feels he might be 'a danger to himself or others' and he's getting
set up with counseling.

Ryo was silent. "This is all part
of his game," he said. "I feel it."

"Well,
when a cop says he thinks he's becoming a danger to himself and
others, the NYPD tends to take that kind of thing seriously. He's got
a three month LOA, and will be evaluated for a possible return to
duty in the fall."

"Can't we still investigate
him?"

"Randy, he's not even going to be here.
Apparently, he and his wife are taking a six-week-long vacation in
Florida. They're leaving in a few days."

"Has that
been confirmed?"

"No, but you're welcome to call the
airlines and ask for passenger lists on upcoming flights to Florida.
I think you'll find it's not bogus. Mike wouldn't have lied to Chief
Hennessy."

"Huh." Ryo's fists clenched in
frustration where they rested on his knees. He couldn't believe that
Lieutenant Abernathy was slithering out of his grasp like this. "So
when he comes back we can resume the investigation?" he asked
doggedly.

"If you wish," the Commissioner replied
coolly. "However, if you're busy with other things at that time,
you can always choose to hand over the case to another team."

"No,
we'd like to see it through, sir," Ryo said, trying to hide how
suddenly dispirited he felt. He would have to cancel the surveillance
schedule he had set up. Now there would be a six week delay, and it
would be harder to pick up the threads when the investigation
eventually started up again.

"Uh, you said there was some
good news?" prompted Dee.

The Commissioner smiled that
smile again. "Why, yes. I've chosen you two to accompany me when
I do my press conference after the committal service. You're going to
have your faces on the national news!" He beamed paternally at
them as though he were offering a pair of children a high
treat.

"B-but, sir!" said a red-faced Ryo, who was
anything but thrilled at having a stint on national TV suddenly
sprung on him with practically no time to think it through.
"Shouldn't you be accompanied by members of Detective Shaver's
precinct? Like his partner, perhaps?"

"Oh, she'll be
there too," the Commissioner told him reassuringly, "but in
the background. She's not as photogenic as you two," he added.
"Nor was she directly involved in Detective Shaver's final case,
as you were."

"Well, how about Marty?" said Dee
sarcastically. "He's not only photogenic, but black too! Maybe,
with a little extra last-minute planning, we can rustle up a
Cree-Hispanic dude in a wheelchair."

"Laytner,"
rumbled the Chief warningly.

Helen's normally impassive face
seemed to twitch and she dropped her eyes toward her lap. Sergeant
Pekoe, on the other hand, glared at Dee in open-mouthed
outrage.

"That's enough, Laytner," said the
Commissioner firmly. "Of course Detective Danes will be there.
The four of you will be quite enough for us to show the nation the
multifaceted and multi-talented face of the NYPD."

"Er,
will we have to speak on camera?" Ryo was torn. The ambitious,
career-driven half of him knew that being on TV in the company of the
Commissioner was definitely going to raise his profile in the NYPD,
but on the other hand, he was a man who liked his privacy. Especially
considering the fact that he had recently entered into a secret
homosexual relationship with his co-worker.

"Perhaps,
Ryo, but if so, not much. I have complete faith in you to say the
right sort of things if any of the reporters ask you questions. YOU,
on the other hand"-- he directed his attention to Dee-- "are
not to speak on camera without first asking yourself whether you're
about to say something that will get you demoted to a desk job in
some dark basement somewhere far, far from here."

Dee
scowled, but said nothing.

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"Hey,
we saw you on TV," said Carol excitedly. "You guys looked
really cool. You should wear those uniforms more often."

Dee
smiled at her and moved his shoulders this way and that. "Is the
uniform doing it for you, princess? I never pegged you for that kind
of girl."

"Not me," she said, "'cause I
know what a smartass jerk you can be. But my friends are all, 'Ooooh,
who ARE those guys?' Liz even said she wanted to lick your buttons!
Gross."

Bikky screwed up his features and shuddered. "I
just don't get it," he said.

"Does this mean I'm
gonna have legions of teenage girls hounding me for autographs?"
Dee paused in the doorway of the bedroom, trying not to be too
obvious about looking at Ryo. His partner was already in there
changing out of his dress uniform. There was a regular suit laid out
on the bed. In another minute or so, he should be down to his shorts.
Too bad they were still on shift.

"Nope," said Bikky
with a smirk. "I told 'em you have hair on your back."

"WHAT?
I don't have hair on my back!" Bikky once again had Dee's full,
if outraged, attention.

"Who gives a shit?" Bikky
shrugged. "The point is that now they think you do, so don't
worry, you're safe! You can thank me either with cash or
pizza."

"THANK you? I oughtta rip your--"

"Dee,
quit arguing with the kids and hurry up and get changed. We've got to
get back to the station."

Dee, recognizing an honorable
retreat when he saw one, gave Bikky the finger and shut the door in
the kid's smug face. "Okay, okay. Where are my clothes?"

"I might have also told 'em you have warts on your ass,"
said Bikky through the closed door. "Did I say that, Cal? I
forget now."

"No, you didn't say that," Dee
heard her say. "But you told them he wore a hairpiece and had
false teeth."

"That slimy punk," Dee said
disgustedly to Ryo. "Did you hear that?"

Ryo didn't
answer at first, and then Dee realized it was because he was
laughing. His shoulders were shaking and his hand was over his mouth
in an effort to hold it in. It was suddenly borne in on Dee that his
partner was not only shirtless, but he was also apparently in a good
mood. Furthermore, they were alone in the bedroom together. They
couldn't get up to much with the kids on the other side of the wall,
but, Dee figured he could steal a kiss and maybe cop a quick
feel.

"Baby, did I forget to mention how fucking hot you
looked in your uniform today?"

"Actually, no, you
didn't forget," said Ryo, who turned toward Dee, still
snickering softly. "You told me several times." To Dee's
surprise, Ryo suddenly sobered up and reached out and touched one of
the gold buttons on Dee's chest. "But you know, you look pretty
good in yours..."

The next moment they were in each
other's arms, kissing passionately, their hands everywhere. Dee
couldn't believe it. Normally, Ryo pretty much damped down his sex
drive whenever Bikky and Carol were around, but right now he seemed
totally revved up. Had to be the uniform. Dee filed that interesting
conclusion away for later exploitation and started nudging Ryo in the
direction of the bed. He hoped he had locked the door. He wasn't
sure. It was hard to think clearly, what with Ryo's tongue in his
mouth and Ryo's hands undoing his buttons.

"Muh,"
said Ryo against his mouth. "Nuh-uh. Not a good time. Let's
stop..." But then he contradicted himself by nipping at Dee's
neck and collarbone before pressing his lips back over Dee's in
another hot, hungry kiss.

For a while, Dee's whole world
narrowed to the heady sensations of soft lips, hot wet tongue, sweet
breath, and eager hands moving inside his uniform, searching for bare
skin...

Surprisingly, it was Dee who eventually found the
strength to disengage. By that time, Ryo was sitting on the edge of
the bed, and Dee, still in uniform, although it was mostly unbuttoned
and his tie was hanging askew, was kneeling in front of him. They
both had erections.

"Baby, I want you," he whispered
sadly, "but we can't."

Ryo closed his eyes for a
moment and nodded. His hair was mussed and his cheeks were flushed.
He drew in a deep, trembling breath, and said softly, "I know.
Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Dee murmured, giving
Ryo's knees an affectionate squeeze before reluctantly getting to his
feet. "Never be sorry for that."

He turned away and
quickly stripped without looking at Ryo. He knew his dick wouldn't go
down as long as his partner was in his line of sight. After a moment,
Ryo joined him next to the closet and both men changed into their
everyday suits. Desire still crackled in the air between them, but
they carefully avoided eye contact or speech until they were fully
clothed again. There was a moment of danger when Ryo, who was
straightening his hair in the mirror, caught sight of Dee's
reflection watching him with yearning in his eyes, but they were
helped along by Bikky who kicked at the door and yelled, "Jeez,
how long does it take to get changed?"

Ryo tore his eyes
away from Dee's and yanked open the door. "All done," he
said cheerfully.

"About time. What the hell is wrong with
your lips?" Suddenly, understanding dawned on Bikky's face. "Oh!
Wait a sec, do NOT tell me! Sorry I asked."

"I'll
tell ya, punk-brat," said Dee coming out of the bedroom behind
Ryo.

"No he won't," said Ryo quickly with a warning
look at Dee. "Are you kids ready to eat?"

"Yeah,
maybe. As soon as the urge to puke passes."

"Bikky!"
Carol elbowed him with a sly grin. "Don't you have any sense of
appreciation for love and romance?"

"Not when it's
my dad, I don't," said Bikky honestly. "And especially not
when it's perv-man here, either."

"So, hot dogs at
the park, then?" suggested Ryo brightly as if no one had spoken.
He looked at his watch. "Our break will be over in twenty
minutes, but I think we can stretch it a little longer. You kids will
have to come back by yourselves, though."

"Yay, hot
dogs!" Bikky punched a fist in the air. "No
vegetables!"

"What's wrong with vegetables?"
asked Carol, hands on her hips.

"Everything," said
Bikky, grabbing his keys. "Oh yeah, Ryo, I forgot to tell you.
Tom called me last night. He wants to run away again."

"Oh?
Has his father started beating him again?" Ryo looked sharply at
Bikky.

"I dunno. He didn't say anything about that. He
said his parents are going on some kind of second-honeymoon vacation
and they're not taking him."

"Well, who's going to
look after him then?"

"Some strict old aunt from
Ireland is s'posed to be coming to New York to take care of him until
school's out. After that, she's gonna drag him back with her to
Ireland for the summer. He doesn't wanna go."

"Oh,
well, he might enjoy it," said Ryo thoughtfully as he locked the
door behind them. "Ireland is a beautiful country, and he has
family there who will probably be happy to see him."

"Yeah,
they can't all be as bad as his dad," said Dee.

"He
probably won't run away until he's at least met his aunt,"
said Carol practically. "Some aunts are great for stepping up
when they're needed." Her own aunt Elina had taken her in when
her father had died. "Right, Ryo?" She reached for his
hand.

Ryo squeezed her hand and then kissed it. "You
bet." Kind-hearted aunts with similar names was one of the
things they had in common. Carol had just caused his aunt Elena to
come to mind. If she and her husband Rick hadn't adopted him after
his parents' sudden death, he didn't know what would have become of
him.

"I bet Tom has lots of cousins," said Bikky,
and Ryo thought he sounded a little wistful. Bikky didn't have any
uncles or aunts to provide him with cousins. He had practically no
family at all except Ryo.

They started down the stairs, and
then Bikky said casually, "So if his dad's leavin' town, what
does that mean for Eddie's murder investigation? Can me and Carol
rest easy for a while?"

"Yeah, B. I think we can all
rest easy for a while."

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"What
the hell is that stink?" asked Dee as he and Ryo walked into the
27th Precinct's break room together.

"It's JJ's pizza,"
Sheldon remarked from where he was sipping coffee at a nearby table.
"Enter at your own risk."

"Jesus. Are you sure
that's a pizza and not a dead jellyfish covered in cheese?"

"Oh,
it's a pizza, all right," said Eliza. "Although, I think it
could also be considered a weapon of mass police officer
destruction." She, Drake and JJ were all grimly regarding the
still steaming pie. It gleamed greasily in an open cardboard delivery
box on the counter next to the fridge.

"JJ, are you
insane?" Dee gave him a hard, interrogative stare.

"It
wasn't my fault!" JJ hastily protested. "I would never
order an anchovy and garlic pizza. After all, I've got my love life
to think of."

"Not to mention your co-workers,"
said Eliza.

"Well, where did it come from?" asked
Ryo, puzzled.

"It came from 'Bill'," said Drake with
acid satisfaction.

"Who's Bill?" Ryo looked
genuinely clueless, and Dee noted with pleasure that Bill apparently
hadn't made much of an impression in that quarter.

"Would
that be Detective Mitchell from the 62nd?" Dee asked, and
JJ brightened.

"Yeah! Do you remember him, sempai? Tall,
good-looking? Freckles?"

"I didn't think he was that
good-looking," said Dee, and Drake agreed.

"Oh!"
said Ryo, as his memory returned. "Bill. But why would he send
you a pizza covered in anchovies and...did you say garlic?"

"I
counted twenty-one cloves," said Eliza helpfully, at which Drake
corrected her.

"Twenty," he said, before burying
himself in a newspaper. "One of them is kind of split. It looks
like two, but it's really one."

"That pizza really
puts the 'ick' in garlic," said Ted, who had come in behind Ryo
and Dee. He opened the fridge and scanned its contents. "Oh
well, I suppose at least the 27th will be well-protected from the
supernatural tonight."

"Drake actually wants to eat
it," remarked JJ disapprovingly.

"What's that?"
said Drake, lowering the paper at the mention of his name.

"JJ,
did you do something to piss this Bill guy off?" Dee closed the
pizza box and put first the cutting board and then the toaster on top
of it. Unfortunately, it didn't do much to reduce the smell.

JJ
looked worried. "Maybe," he said. "He asked me on a
date for last night, but Captain Hunky--I mean Pete--- had already
booked me for that night, so I said I'd have to take a
raincheck."

"Ah, so this is a revenge pizza,"
said Eliza, nodding sagely.

"Don't be silly, Eliza!"
JJ glared at her and tugged his cell phone out of his pocket. "I'm
gonna call him right now and clear this up."

"Hey!"
exclaimed Ted, clapping his hand to his forehead. "Not again! I
can't believe this!"

"What's the matter, Ted?"
Ryo asked as he poured coffee for himself and Dee.

"This
is like the fifth frickin' time that someone has drunk my chocolate
milk," Ted complained. "I've got my name all over it, so
it's not like anyone could get confused. The person who's doing this
is doing it on purpose!"

"I bet it wouldn't happen
if you switched to regular milk," suggested Ryo helpfully.

"Or
just drank coffee like the rest of the men around here,"
added Dee as he stirred copious amounts of sugar into his cup.

JJ
was talking softly into the phone. "Really?" he said, and
then giggled. "Well, thanks. No, no, don't apologize. It was a
very sweet thought. I'll be sure to ask him about that."

At
that moment, Liz from the lab, accompanied by a couple of the girls
from central booking, walked in. They didn't get more than three
steps through the door before they stopped dead, wrinkling their
noses.

"Is there a corpse in here?" one of the girls
asked.

"Sort of," said Ted. "I think the stink
has already permeated my clothes." He sniffed his shirt sleeve,
causing Liz's eyes to widen.

"Come on," she said to
her friends. "Let's go to Amici's." They turned on their
heels and departed, leaving Dee shaking his head at Ted.

"What?"
Ted asked defensively.

"You know what, you
loser. You should write a book called 'How To Drive Away Chicks And
Lead A Woman-Free Life' by 'Ted's Jealous Right Hand'."

"Dee!"
Ryo protested, looking sympathetically at Ted. "Don't be so
mean."

"Yeah, Dee," said JJ, shutting his phone
with a snap. "Bill just explained why he sent me that pizza, and
now I know that it's all your fault."

"But...it
wasn't MY fault the girls left," said Ted, genuinely perplexed.
"It really does reek in here, and this time it wasn't even me! I
gave up my favorite hot-chili bean burritos because you all ragged on
me so much."

Eliza sighed and shook her head.

"What
were you saying about Bill?" Ryo asked JJ kindly. He felt a
little sorry for JJ because no one had even acknowledged that he had
spoken.

"Bill said that the night of the
explosion-- remember that night when everyone was making a mess at my
apartment?-- Dee told him that I wanted to order a garlic
and anchovy pizza! Can you imagine? Me? I mean, really. It's just
like Dee to play that kind of dumb practical joke," JJ informed
him, speaking loudly in the hopes of getting Dee's attention.

But
Dee wasn't listening. "Go!" he said to Ted. "Go after
them. Buy them all coffee. Turn on the old Tedster-charm."

"And
don't talk about sports, monster trucks or things that reek,"
added Eliza.

"Dee, have you heard a single word I've
said?" JJ demanded.

"Huh? Nope, wasn't listening.
Come on, Ryo, let's get upstairs." He winked at Ryo and then
glanced over at Drake. "Hey, Parker, go easy on the pie
there."

JJ whirled around in shock and glared at his
partner. "Drake! I TOLD you not to eat that! I have to work with
you--and smell you--for the rest of the evening. Put that slice down
this minute! This minute!"

Drake's response was to chew
faster and try to stuff the rest of the slice into his mouth.

"Told
you it was revenge pizza," murmured Eliza to Dee and Ryo as she
squeezed past them.

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Ryo
got home around midnight, after successfully fending off Dee's
various suggestions. Everything that Dee had in mind would have kept
him awake until at least two or three in the morning, and since he
knew he had to get up at seven to get Bikky off to school, he wanted
to go to bed, and more importantly, go to sleep, as soon as
possible.

However, once he had lain down with the alarm clock
set and the bedroom comfortably dark, he found that sleep eluded him.
His mind reeled with the images of the day. So much had happened
since this morning.

The day had started off well enough, with
a huge, late breakfast for Bikky and his friends Jim, Dave and Kenny.
Ryo had been able to go shopping on Saturday and the fridge was now
stocked with food. He cooked sausages, bacon, hash browns and Bikky's
favorite blueberry pancakes. He made cheesy scrambled eggs into which
he sneaked a small amount of spinach and green onion. The boys washed
their meal down with almost a gallon of milk between them.

Then
Dee had arrived, his dress uniform slung over his shoulder in a
garment bag. Ryo smiled to himself as he remembered how Dee sniffed
the air and demanded to know what he had missed. Bikky and his
friends took great delight in giving him every detail, and in letting
him know that the meal was all gone and there were no leftovers in
the fridge.

While Ryo stood over the boys and made them help
with the kitchen clean-up, Dee went into the bedroom to change into
his dress blues, and when he came out, he looked so striking that the
sight of him had taken Ryo's breath away. For a moment he just stood
there staring with his mouth open and then he realized that Bikky's
friend Jim was saluting Dee, and Dee was saluting him back.

Ryo
had of course seen Dee in his dress blues before, but this was the
first time he had permitted himself to actually explore the sense of
appreciation he felt for the way his partner's physical assets filled
out that uniform. Back when Ryo had been determined to remain
'straight', he simply hadn't allowed his thoughts to go in that sort
of direction. Sure, Dee had a face and body that turned heads
wherever he went. Ryo was cognizant of that, just like he knew that
the Commissioner was also handsome, and, in fact, so was JJ,
although, to his mind, not in a particularly manly way. His aunt
Elena was still a beautiful woman at forty-five, Bikky was a
good-looking and well-made boy, Carol was an extremely pretty young
girl. Just because he was aware of people's physical attractiveness
didn't mean that he had to entertain sexual notions about them.

But
ever since Dee had become his lover, it was impossible not to think
sexual thoughts about him. Nowadays it seemed like every little thing
Dee did caused a wave of goosebumps to sweep over him. All that man
had to do was look at him in a certain way and he would feel his
penis start to stir in his pants. That wicked green-eyed gaze caused
his wits to scatter in all directions, made his lips tingle and his
face grow warm. It was all he could do to keep his mind on the clock,
on the job, on his son, on whatever he was supposed to be doing at
any given time. The worst part was that he suspected that he often
gazed at Dee like a lovesick cow. It was probably pretty conspicuous
and because it was involuntary, half the time he didn't even notice
himself doing it until it was too late.

Ryo had somehow
managed to tear his eyes away from his partner's tall,
broad-shouldered form in time to quickly produce popsicles for the
boys before they left for the basketball court at Dundarave.

When
the door had shut behind Bikky & company, Dee immediately closed
on Ryo's position, trapping him in place with one hand against the
wall beside his head. Ryo shrank back as six feet one of grinning,
insolent, uniformed masculinity asked him if he could have a
popsicle, too.

"Sometimes, I just kinda need something to
suck, y'know what I mean?" The low, suggestive tone of Dee's
voice combined with his nearness and his scent awoke a thousand
butterflies in Ryo's stomach.

In the past he would have
hastily told himself that it was nothing more than shy or awkward
feelings on his part that caused such a response. But now he had to
admit that for several weeks running, he had been responding like
this because Dee turned him on. Gay, bi, whatever the hell he was,
Dee turned him on. And at that moment, if he didn't get some distance
between himself and the intoxicating presence of this person, no this
man--that he loved and desired more than anything, they were
going to be late for Ned Shaver's big departmental funeral.

Ryo
had said something appropriately dampening, although he couldn't
recall what, and quickly ducked under Dee's arm. He locked himself in
his bedroom so he could get changed in peace, not that there was much
peace to be had, what with Dee banging disappointedly on the door,
demanding to be allowed entry, and with his own suddenly erect penis
making demands of its own.

He had gotten himself back under
control by being distant and quiet, responding to all Dee's attempts
at conversation with monosyllables and by avoiding eye contact as
much as possible. He knew that once he got to work and was surrounded
by his co-workers and things that needed his professional attention,
he would feel better.

They had gone first to the 27th and then
on to the funeral by subway at the Chief's recommendation. "You
won't find parking within six blocks," he had said. "Take
the train. And take those rookies Kirshenbaum and Lyndall with you.
They're all worked up about their first departmental funeral ever.
Lyndall is already sweating up a storm."

Ryo had agreed
with alacrity. Anything to help bolster his shield against the
dangerously irresistible powers of his partner. Dee had muttered
imprecations against rookies and 'new children', but more or less
controlled himself.

By the time they arrived in the Bronx, Ryo
was feeling much better, but that turned out to be short lived. The
funeral had been large, crowded and intense, his second funeral in
less than a week. It only served to remind him that there had been
too many funerals in his life, too much loss. Whenever he was
attending an NYPD funeral, he always felt nervous and edgy. He
couldn't help thinking, what if this were the Chief's funeral? Or
Drake's or Ted's or someone else he knew and worked with regularly?
What if it were... No he couldn't even finish that thought.

And
just like that, he wanted to be close to Dee again. However, the
presence of thousands of fellow police officers made anything he
would have liked to say to or do with Dee a total no-go.

Then
on top of all of the other frustrations of the day had come the news
that Lieutenant Abernathy was once again sliding out of his grasp. He
felt like every time he got a lead or started to get close to
bringing that corrupt son of a bitch down, something happened that
worked in the IA agent's favor. Some of those events had been
engineered by Abernathy himself, but others had just been dumb
luck.

He and Dee had commiserated about it during their long
evening of paperwork at the 27th.

"You know as well as I
do, babe," Dee said. "You win some, you lose some. We lost
this round. Bastard was way ahead of us. He must have been planning
his exit strategy for weeks, maybe even a long time before we came
along."

Ryo, who always took it hard when a case was
taken away from him or one of his busts somehow managed to beat the
rap, could not understand this easy-come easy-go attitude of
Dee's.

"How can you just accept it?" he demanded.
"Aren't you pissed off? Don't you want to...to just throw that
bastard up against a wall and cuff him really--" he ground his
teeth-- "tight and painful?"

"Oooh baby, you're
turning me on!"

"Like that's saying much!" Ryo
made a dismissive motion with his hand. "Washing your car turns
you on. But, seriously, haven't you fantasized about the look he'll
have on his face as we Mirandize him? When he knows it's all over,
that he lost, that he's going to spend the rest of his life in prison
for his crimes?"

"You're STILL turning me
on."

"Shut up." Ryo slammed a drawer shut. "I
can't believe this doesn't bother you."

"Ryo,"
said Dee patiently. "Don't be a dork. Of course it bothers me.
But I know, even if you're forgetting, that we can't do this
alone. When the brass say no, there goes the funding and there go Dee
and Ryo to juvie or traffic if they're dumb enough to ignore
directives and embarrass the Chief. We kinda have a history there,
you gotta admit."

"Dee, I'm not suggesting that we
act against orders and go watch his empty apartment in our spare
time--"

"Good, because we've done that shit before
and both got written up, although the worst part was no fuckin'
overtime pay."

"It just sucks, that's all. I wanted
to nail him."

"He'll get nailed, bro, don't
worry."

"Yeah, but I wanted it to be us."

Dee
shrugged. "Look at it this way. He's got six weeks away from the
job to get lazy and let his guard down."

"Or six
weeks to get all rested up before he starts controlling half the
gangs in Brooklyn!"

"I can't believe this is ME
saying this to YOU, but chill, dude. Grow a little patience. We've
got other fish to fry for the next month."

"I should
grow a little patience? I should? God, that's rich coming
from you!"

They had bickered back and forth a little
after that, until Ryo had finally let Dee have the last word so that
he could get some work done. But Abernathy had not been far from his
thoughts all evening. Even now, he gritted his teeth in the dark as
he pictured the little man's red face and hostile eyes.

In his
mind, he superimposed prison bars in front of that face. Ryo was the
tenacious type. He had been an LEO for only six years, but he had
already accumulated half a dozen previous busts whose parole hearings
he marked on the calendar and went to. If there was anything he could
do to make sure that these criminals did not get let back out on the
streets any sooner than they absolutely had to, he would do it. He
would apply the same dogged persistence to Michael Abernathy, and he
envisioned the man's eventual undoing with a certain dark
satisfaction. He agreed with Dee that it would come about. Of that he
was certain. It was more a matter of when, not if. And Ryo was fully
prepared to admit, even if only to Dee, that the matter had become
personal. He had it in for that bastard Abernathy. He wanted to be
the guy who arrested him. Whether it took weeks, months or years, he
was going to get him.

Ryo moved restlessly in bed and hugged
one of the extra pillows. Damn it, it was pushing one o'clock already
and he wasn't even sleepy yet. He missed Dee. He was sure he'd be
able to sleep if his partner was in bed beside him. He wondered if
Dee was still awake, and briefly considered calling him, just to hear
the sound of his voice.

Almost without thinking, he rolled
over in the darkness and picked up the phone. Dee was number three
and four on speed dial, three for his cell and four for his home
number. Ryo's fingers caressed the number pad of the phone. Dee was
probably awake. It had only been two hours since they had finished
their shift. Dee was the kind of person who could never go to bed as
soon as he got home from work, anyway. He was probably watching TV,
or reading that motorcycle magazine he had bought at the train
station after the funeral. Ryo lay on his back deliberating. Should
he call? He would feel pretty foolish if he did. And what would he
say? 'I'm lonely' or 'I miss you'? He couldn't imagine confessing to
such weakness.

He wasn't quite sure how it happened, but
suddenly he became aware that he had somehow, unconsciously
perhaps, pressed a couple of buttons in the darkness and now his
phone was in the process of calling someone, probably Dee. Agh, no!
He didn't want to call anyone at 1:00 am. He had a parental
disapproval of late night phone calls, unless there was an emergency.
Fumbling for the disconnect button, he managed to drop the phone
somewhere in the bed, and before he was able to find it again, he ran
out of time. He could hear Dee's voice on the other end of the phone
line, saying, "Ryo? That you? Hello? Hello?"

"Damn,"
Ryo muttered and put the phone to his ear. "Yeah, it's me.
Sorry, Dee. I didn't mean to call you. It was kind of...an accident.
I was, um, holding the phone and..." Stop talking, idiot,
he told himself fiercely.

He could hear Dee chuckling next to
his ear.

"There are no accidents, babe. Well, except for
that time I broke your mug, of course. But I've got a theory about
this phone call. Wanna hear it?"

"Not really,"
said Ryo trying to sound bored. "You know, I should probably let
you go back to sleep--"

"Whoa there, not so fast. I
wasn't asleep. I was just laying here on the sofa, thinking about
you."

"You were not, you liar." Ryo could feel
his face going pink with pleasure. "You're probably just
channel-surfing and thinking about basketball scores."

"Nah,
I did that earlier. TV's off now. Couldn't concentrate, anyway. My
brain's on the Ryo channel."

"Dee, that's nonsense
and you know it," said Ryo. "You should go to bed. I know
we don't work 'til three, but your neighborhood starts getting noisy
pretty early."

"I'll go to bed after I beat off,"
said Dee in that voice he used when he wanted to get Ryo excited.
"Like I said, my brain's on the Ryo channel and I can't change
channels as easy as you think."

"Don't tell me
you're going to...um...on the sofa? That's gross."

"No
it's not. Got take-out napkins. I won't get any spunk on the
upholstery, I promise. Hey, wanna stay on the phone and listen while
I get the job done here?"

"What?" Ryo was
appalled and excited all at once. To his surprise, he realized that
his hand was on his own penis, feeling it through his pajamas.

"Just
stay on the phone with me. Let me hear you breathing. Even the sound
of your voice will do it." There was a grin in Dee's
voice.

"This is just a ploy to get me talking dirty,
isn't it?"

"Only if you really want to,"
replied Dee, who was starting to sound a little breathless. "But
you know, it doesn't really matter what you say. Talk about the
weather. Anything."

"Really? All right, the weather
then," said Ryo, who told himself that all he was feeling was
amused. "I heard that there's more heat in the forecast
tomorrow, with highs of 78..."

"Aw yeah,
heat," muttered Dee. "And what was that about
thighs?"

"There's a twenty percent chance of
precipitation, possibly even a thundershower."

"Mmm,
picturing you soaking wet, babe, with your tee-shirt sticking to your
skin...What are you wearing right now? Are you naked?"

"Of
course not. I never go to bed naked."

"Ah, so you're
in bed then!" Dee's voice dropped even lower. "Pajamas or
boxers?"

"Um, both."

"Ryo, isn't it
a little hot for pajamas? I think you should take them
off."

"Well...it IS kind of hot..."

"Are
you taking them off?"

"Yes, but only because it's
warm in here. That's the only reason."

"Whatever.
Just get 'em off," Dee groaned.

Ryo rustled around and
wriggled out of his pajama bottoms. He hadn't intended to take his
boxers off, too, but somehow they went down with the pajama pants. It
was rather difficult doing that with one hand while holding the phone
to his ear.

"Oh God, yeah, sweetheart, just keep
breathing like that. I can see you so clearly."

"Oh,
you can?" Ryo tried to sound sardonic. "What am I doing
then?"

"You're lying on your back in the
middle of the bed. You're naked. Your legs are open and your dick is
hard." Dee stopped talking long enough to take a couple of deep
breaths through his nose. "It's hard, right?"

Ryo
hesitated. "Yeah," he finally said.

"And you're
touching it, right?"

"Urhm...Yeah."

"What
does it feel like?"

Ryo panicked, and went
silent.

"Ryo?" Dee paused and tried again. "Ryo!
Are you still there? Say something. Anything. We can even go back to
the weather if you like. Did you happen to hear anything about the
seven-day forecast?"

"Er, hot, I think," Ryo
mumbled shyly.

"That's my baby. It's gonna be hot and
sweaty, huh? Should I wear a muscle tank tomorrow?"

"Um,
you know the Commissioner hates it when you dress like that for
work." Ryo's voice came out sounding slightly
hoarse.

"Yeah, I know." Dee snickered. "He's
just jealous 'cause I'm more ripped and less hairy than he is. But
let's not talk about that asshole. Come on, play with your nipples,
love. That's what I'm picturing you doing."

"What
are you doing, Dee?"

"I'm pulling on my
cock. I'm touching my nuts with my other hand. I'm looking at your
naked body in my mind. Your nipples are hard and I'm about to suck
'em. You like it when I suck your nipples, don't
you?"

"Um...yeah."

"I'm gonna suck
other parts of you, too, Ryo..." Dee's voice trailed away and he
seemed to be waiting.

Ryo couldn't resist. "Like...which
parts?"

Dee laughed a soft, throaty sound. "Jesus, I
love you! Which parts. Fuck. Ryo, Ryo. I'm going to kiss you, like
right now. In my fantasy, I'm owning your mouth with my
tongue."

"I--I like that," said Ryo
shyly.

"And then when your sweet little tongue comes
poking into my mouth to try to get some of its own back, I'm gonna
catch it and suck on it. I'm gonna suck it and let it go, but if it
comes back, I'll suck it again and again, for as long as you'll let
me."

"Dee, cut it out!" Ryo opened his legs
wider, the palm of his hand moving flatly up his penis. His lips felt
swollen. He wasn't sure whether he really wanted Dee to stop or
not.

"And when I'm done kissing you, I'm gonna suck your
dick for you, babe. I'm gonna do it the way you like it, deep and
tight, lots of friction. You like that, don't you?"

"Yes,
Dee," Ryo whispered.

"In my throat, in and out. I
know you like that. I know you fantasize about it. You do, don't
you?"

"Well, maybe," murmured Ryo
noncommittally.

"In, in, all the way in, to the root,
your balls on my chin, everything hot, wet and tight..."

"For
Pete's sake, Dee! This is--I never--this is...weird!"

"Shh,
baby, trust me here. Go with it, keep touching yourself. Don't bail
on me now, you sexy thing."

Ryo just moaned in response.
He felt exceedingly foolish, but painfully aroused at the same time.
He had a real weakness for Dee's particular brand of bedroom
talk.

"Ryo, love, fuck my face. Go on, do it, I can take
it. I love it when you go in deep. It gets my dick hard."

"Dee,"
Ryo panted. "This is hot, it really is. B-but I feel silly. It's
not like the real thing. The real thing--you, that is,
there's no substitute for that."

"Really? There's no
substitute for me?"

"I mean it. It's the truth. But
this--this, er, phone sex we seem to be having just
isn't...I'm sorry, maybe..." Ryo paused, trying to gather his
thoughts. "Maybe we should just say good night."

"Say
good night?" Dee's voice rose in disbelief. "Okay, babe,
listen up. I've got a raging hard-on here, and I'd bet my Valentino
jacket that you do too. There's only two ways this thing can end.
Either we do a satisfying mutual jerk off over the phone like this,
or you put your pecker on ice and give me ten minutes to get there,
and to hell with Bikky when I do."

Ryo hesitated, his
thoughts chasing each other disjointedly. His jerky inner dialogue
went something like this: Dee, sex, sleep, wake up, Dee, more
sex, must be quiet! Dee, love...

"Dee," he said
softly, and then took a deep breath. "I know this is asking a
lot, but please come here. I need you. I need to touch
you."

"Gimme ten," said Dee with finality, and
hung up.

Ryo hung up too, feeling exhilarated and guilty. He
was making Dee drive to his place on short notice after one AM on a
Sunday night, after refusing the same plan over two hours earlier
when Dee had been the one to suggest it.

He lay in bed for a
moment, idly caressing his own body, wondering if Dee would really be
there in ten minutes like he said. He had never had this kind of
power over a lover before. In fact, he had always been the one that
his female lovers had power over. But he had never been as eager for
them as Dee was for him. He just couldn't imagine turning out on
short notice in the middle of the night, especially for a
nonessential purpose, for any of the women he had previously believed
himself to be in love with.

Should he take a shower? No not
necessary. He had taken one when he got home and the air conditioner
had been on ever since. He hopped out of bed feeling his erection bob
as he did so, and threw on his robe so as to go to the apartment door
and unlock it. On the way back to the kitchen, he paused long enough
to dig out a coconut-scented candle that JJ had brought him back from
his last vacation. It was tacky, but it would do. He lit it and
returned with it to the bedroom, selected a CD and popped it into the
small portable stereo he kept by his bed. He moved the little stereo
as close to the door as its electrical cord would allow. If Bikky,
for any reason, ended up outside his bedroom tonight, hopefully he
would hear the music and not the sex. In any case, Ryo was determined
to be as quiet as possible. As long as Dee didn't penetrate him, he
felt that he could probably pull that off. There was something about
the intensity of penetrative sex--'fucking' as Dee would have
unhesitatingly said, in Ryo's recent and new experience of playing
the bottom role in a gay relationship, that made him noisier than he
had ever been before. He didn't understand it, but for once, he
didn't care.

Dee had talked about sucking. Well, that was what
he wanted: to be sucked. And he would certainly suck in return, fair
being fair. He planned to insist upon it, just in case Dee tried to
dissuade him. As for, well, fucking, that could wait until
tomorrow when Bikky was at school.

Having returned to the bed,
he lay in the flickering candlelight, naked and spread-eagled,
exactly as Dee had described him earlier, and waited for his lover to
come. He felt sexy, and even a little assertive. To hell with
Abernathy and Detective Greenspan and all those who felt that
homosexual love was a sin. They could just go jump off Pier 88. They
would change their tune quickly enough if they ever had the good
fortune to meet a same-sex lover who possessed even a fraction of the
sex appeal and skills that Dee did.

Ryo knew he had a lot to
be grateful for. And when Dee walked into his bedroom twenty, rather
than ten, minutes later wearing his dress blues, his gratitude rose
to new levels.

"Dee!" he whispered, raising himself
up on his elbows and staring at his lover in unfeigned and incoherent
delight. "You--you--you--"

"Look unbelievably
hot? Yeah, I know," Dee murmured, still managing to sound cocky
despite the necessary softness of his voice. "Sorry I'm
late."

"Don't apologize. It was worth it."
Ryo's eyes drank in the sight of Dee in his uniform. Its brass
buttons seemed to spark in the candlelight.

Dee saluted him.
"Detective Dee Laytner, reporting for duty," he said.
"Ready, willing and able to protect you from the debilitating
effects of blue balls. I'm here to serve you in any way you
require."

Ryo's penis, which had gone half-soft during
the twenty minute wait, had been growing longer and harder since the
moment Dee had entered the room. He looked at his penis and then he
looked at Dee. "Good. I accept your offer." He hoped he
sounded confident, but more than that, he hoped Bikky stayed asleep.
"Now, what the hell are you waiting for?"

"Uhhh,
orders?" said Dee hopefully. He kicked off his shoes and started
forward. "How exactly would you like me to serve you, Ryo my
love?"

"Your mouth," Ryo mumbled, his face
pink, but his eyes bravely meeting Dee's. "First, use it here."
He touched his lips. "Then, here..." His hand strayed to
his nipples. "And finally--" his hand swept down the flat
muscular plane of his stomach until it rested on his penis-- "here.
Like you said on the phone."

Dee straddled him and tugged
his tie loose with one hand. He grinned down at Ryo in his typical
cocksure way, but Ryo could see that his eyes were full of love.
"Yes, sir," he whispered. "I swear to perform my duty
to the best of my abilities. And my best is pretty damn good,"
he added confidently.

Ryo reached up with both hands and ran
them appreciatively over Dee's uniformed chest and shoulders. "Quit
talking," he muttered, "and get busy!"

Dee's
mouth suddenly descended onto his, kissing him in exactly the
commanding way he had described earlier when they had been talking on
the phone. Ryo kissed him back for all he was worth, clinging to
Dee's lapels, moaning when Dee lifted his head to change the angle,
reveling in the plunge and sweep of their tongues, even the slight
scratch and scrape of their late night whiskers.

Then Dee's
mouth withdrew from his, and he felt his partner's weight come down
to settle fully upon him for a moment, before moving slowly, an inch
at a time, down his body. He could feel the brass buttons of the
uniform scraping coolly against his skin. Then Dee's mouth and hand
were on his chest, his tongue darting wetly over one cupped pectoral.
When Dee's strong mouth finally closed over the nipple he had
selected, Ryo reacted by sucking in his breath and arching his hips.
For reasons that he was sure did not make biological sense, his
nipples seemed to have changed inside the space of about two months
from two useless little nubs of nothing to a pair of wildly sensitive
and responsive mini-sex organs. They seemed to be wired directly to
his penis. When Dee pinched, rolled, bit, sucked or licked his
nipples, the action would inexplicably send his erection into a state
of almost feverish hardness. It was certainly leaking preseminal
fluid and although Ryo was aware of this, he couldn't seem to stop
himself from lifting his hips and rubbing his penis excitedly against
Dee's uniformed belly.

"Dee," he gasped presently.
"I'm--I'm making a mess of your uniform..."

"That's
what drycleaners are for, sweetheart. Besides, it's not like
it's motor oil, or something. Rub away to your, er, dick's content,
but don't get too excited. If you come ten seconds after I get you
into my mouth, I'm gonna feel gypped."

"Dee,"
said Ryo again, and then moaned long and low as Dee's tongue set up a
hard flicking action on his other nipple.

"Mmm?"

"We
must, we absolutely must keep it down okay?"

"You're
the noisy one, babe. Are you telling me not to turn you
on?"

"No...Just help me to be quiet, okay?"

"You
got it. If you don't wanna chew on a pillow, I'll cover your mouth--"
his hand moved up to Ryo's face and Ryo felt Dee's fingers across his
lips-- "like this." Without thinking, he darted his tongue
out at them, and Dee responded by moving them back and forth and
slipping his thumb into Ryo's mouth. Ryo sucked it and Dee
smiled.

"If it'll help set your mind at rest, I forgot to
tell you that a couple of days ago I moved the head of your bed out
another inch or two from the wall. There won't be any headboard
percussion on Bikky's wall tonight."

"Mmph,"
said Ryo and then turned his head aside to get Dee's thumb out of his
mouth. "Can you... Can you keep the blues on as long as
possible?" he asked shyly, pushing his penis steadily against
the slightly stiff fabric.

Dee chuckled. "You bet. It was
kind of obvious today that you've got a thing about the
uniform."

"Not just the uniform," Ryo corrected
him. "I've seen a lot of guys wearing it during my career so
far. It's you in the uniform."

"Well,
that's even better," said Dee, sounding satisfied. "I
promise to keep it on, even if it gets in the way. Good thing you've
got the air conditioning on." He returned to Ryo's first nipple
and worked it gently with his teeth while pinching the other one with
his fingers. Ryo emitted a sound that was quickly cut off, and Dee
almost laughed at the sight of his lover pressing a corner of the
pillow against his mouth.

He slid further down Ryo until his
face came into contact with a very rigid, hot, sticky cock. He licked
it hard, tasting the man-essence that leaked from the head, and Ryo
made another of those muffled sounds.

For a while, Dee teased
it with his tongue, licking it up and down, not allowing it to go
inside his mouth. A couple of times Ryo's hand came down onto his own
dick and tried to guide it inside Dee's mouth, but Dee laughed softly
and evaded it. He mouthed Ryo's ball sac, licking and sucking gently
on each of his testicles. The musky scent that rose from Ryo's groin
filled his nostrils and caused his dick to harden almost
uncomfortably in his trousers. He reached down to undo his fly, and
suddenly Ryo's hand was nudging his shoulder. He looked up
questioningly at his lover.

"Dee, don't...um...don't..."
Ryo's face was flushed with excitement, but even if it hadn't been,
Dee knew that he would have been red from embarrassment.

"Yes?"
Dee said encouragingly, but with a look of mischief. He had an idea
what Ryo wanted to say and he wondered if he would be able to
actually spit it out this time.

Ryo laid his head back on the
pillow and looked at the ceiling. There was a pause and then when he
spoke, the words came out in a rush. "After you do me, I want to
do you. So, don't, uhh, finish yourself off early, okay?"

"Okay,"
said Dee meekly, hiding his smile. "I would love for you to 'do'
me, baby, any way you want. But first, I'm gonna take care of you."
He licked the length of Ryo's dick and it jumped excitedly under his
tongue. "I may need to take my cap off for this next part. Is
that all right?"

"Okay," said Ryo softly,
watching as Dee removed his eight-point cap and spun it across the
room like a frisbee. It landed neatly on the bedroom's only
chair.

Dee shifted most of his weight off Ryo's legs so that
he was more or less lying alongside him. Then he glanced up at Ryo
and gave him a cocky wink before lowering his head to to the hard,
eager dick that awaited his attentions.

Ryo kept his eyes open
throughout. The flame from the single candle flickered and jumped,
illuminating the fully clothed form of the man in his bed. The
positions they were in prevented Ryo from being able to see the brass
buttons of Dee's dress blues uniform, but he had looked and touched
his fill earlier, and he knew they were there. The sight of a man in
uniform performing fellatio on him, struck him as extremely exciting,
as well as vaguely familiar. He realized that this very image had
been one of many that used to flash through his head on numerous
occasions in the past when he had been nearing orgasm with a female
partner. He had never really paused to examine or analyze it, not
that he would have been willing to ask himself any hard questions in
those days. But now he knew something about himself that he had spent
a lifetime trying to erase: he was attracted to men, and in
particular to this tall, lean, dark-haired man in his bed. He wanted
to spend the rest of his life with Dee, and sooner or later, he would
have to deal with how he was going to reconcile that fact with his
heterosexual public image. It was worrisome and more than a little
frightening. But somehow, he felt that everything was going to be all
right.

As Dee's hot, wet throat enveloped his penis tightly
over and over, Ryo tried not to moan. One hand gripped a fistful of
the sheets; the other periodically caressed Dee's hair, that is, when
he wasn't using it to hold the pillow against his mouth. He admired
and enjoyed Dee's skill at what he was doing. Twice, Dee let his
orgasm rise within him, almost to the point of no return, before
withdrawing his head and the smooth, slick tightness of his throat,
while gripping the base of Ryo's dick firmly in his strong
fingers.

Ryo whimpered in helpless frustration behind his
pillow as the practically overpowering urge to ejaculate subsided
each time. He knew Dee was delaying his orgasm for his own enjoyment
as well as for Ryo's. It had been hard for Ryo to understand when Dee
had first pleasured him in this way, that his partner really liked
doing this, that it was a compelling turn-on for him, and he truly
wanted to do it. Ryo's previous sex partners had been nowhere near as
enthusiastic, nor as adept.

Dee was back to sucking him again,
moving his tight mouth up and down Ryo's shaft, flicking his tongue
over the head, catching that sensitive spot over and over in a
maddening and incredible way. His timing was perfect, his control,
flawless. Ryo almost never felt Dee's teeth, except occasionally as a
mild and pleasant scraping sensation, which he was sure Dee was doing
on purpose as part of his repertoire. He realized that he was totally
in Dee's power. He was conscious of a desire to be that good, to have
that kind of power too, just before his orgasm began to build within
him for the third time. God, he wanted to release it, to pump the
contents of his balls deeply into Dee's throat! Would Dee let him?
There was only one way to be sure. He would have to beg, and it
wouldn't be the first time.

"Dee, please," he
whispered. "Let me, let me! Go deep. Please! Now, Dee,
please..." The pressure in his balls was almost unbearable. He
rocked and thrust, the muscles of his hips and buttocks tightening,
and suddenly Dee's mouth, oh thank God, was sliding down, down his
shaft. He felt Dee's throat open for him and take him all the way in,
right down to the base. Dee's hand was on his balls, pulling them
gently to one side. Ryo pressed his pillow firmly to his mouth as his
lover's throat muscles began working him. The moment he felt Dee's
tongue come out and tickle his tight balls, he exploded, whimpering
and groaning through clenched teeth. Dee held his position as Ryo
ejaculated into his throat in several hot, pulsing spurts. When
it was over, he slowly withdrew his mouth and throat from Ryo's
manhood but continued to caress it in slow strokes with his hand. Ryo
quivered and jerked under him and one last little pulse rushed out of
the head of his dick and ran in several droplets down its length.
Delighted, Dee quickly lapped it up.

"Liquid sex,"
he said. "Tastes like heaven."

"Dee, was I
noisy?"

"Better than usual. Not noisy enough to wake
the brat up, I don't think." He sat up and they both listened,
but all they could hear was the acoustic guitar music of the Oscar
Lopez CD Ryo had put in earlier playing softly near the door. "Hear
that?" Dee said. "No pattering of rugrat feet."

Their
eyes met, and Dee gazed at him affectionately. "Feeling
better?"

Ryo nodded and smiled shyly.

"Want
me to keep wearing the uniform for the next part?"

Ryo
licked his lips self-consciously, his eyes falling on the sizable
bulge in the front of Dee's rumpled uniform trousers.
"Uh-huh."

"Then get on your knees and suck my
cock, Detective MacLean." Dee sat on the edge of the bed with
his legs spread, looking expectantly at Ryo.

Ryo quickly got
up and retrieved Dee's cap from the chair in the corner. He held it
out to Dee in mute appeal.

The corners of Dee's mouth twitched
with amusement as he tried not to laugh. "You," he said to
Ryo as he took the cap and set it on his head, "are fucking
adorable. Now, c'mere." He pointed at the floor between his
knees. "Don't worry, it won't take long," he added. "Giving
you head got me in a hair-trigger condition. I'm ready to blow any
moment."

Ryo suddenly felt as though a little light bulb
had come on above his head. "Ohh!" he said. "That's
why they call it a blowj--" He clapped a hand over his mouth
while Dee snickered.

Ryo frowned and put his fingers to his
lips. Then he dropped to his knees in front of Dee and reached for
his partner's fly. For some strange reason, his thoughts went to
Detective Greenspan. She would find this beautiful, sensual and
loving act disgusting, ignoramus that she was.

"What are
you smirking about?"

"Nothing," said Ryo as he
drew Dee's zipper down. "You'd better not be planning to talk
all the way through this, you know. We have to be quiet."

"I'm
the quiet one, remember?"

"God help us, then,"
Ryo said with a confidence that wasn't one hundred percent real. But
it was stronger than before and growing every day. He smiled up at
Dee, who grinned down at him.

"I want to make you feel
good," Ryo continued, as he freed his partner's lust-swollen
erection from the prison of his uniform pants, "for all sorts of
reasons. But mostly because I love you. Now stop talking." He
bent his head down and licked the salty tip of Dee's penis, enjoying
the little gasp that this action produced.

Suck my cock,
Detective MacLean. If Lieutenant Abernathy could see him now!
But of course, he didn't want to think about that dirty son of a
bitch any more tonight. He firmly pushed that pathetic little man out
of his mind. Now is the time for love, he thought. There
would be time enough for justice.

End of A
New Day

Additional author's notes: Sorry for
the delay in publishing at this site. It's a word program
compatibility problem. AFF won't accept anything from my computer and
will only accept HTML files from the borrowed computer I'm on. When I
try to adjust the formatting, it' doesn't work, and it's really
frustrating. Anyway, there's an epilogue coming really soon. It's not
very long though, just a few pages. And it doesn't have buttsex in
it, either! However, I hope you'll read it anyway. And very soon
after that, I'll publish chapter one of Justice, the sequel to this
story. Those of you who follow me on my LJ already know that we're
several chapters into Justice over there.
http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/ Thanks for reading!
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