The City Pt. 01

His apartment made my place look like a dump. Which it was, really. Andy's place was what was called a "loft". Basically the whole thing was one big room, except for the bathroom in one corner. The ceiling was all beams and pipes and duct-work all painted black and the walls were white, what I could see of them. Most of his furniture was black, including the cover on the king sized bed over on one side. Where most people would have pictures on the walls, Andy had bookshelves which were overflowing with books of every type. Everything was clean and fairly well organized. Andy walked into the modern looking kitchen and checked on something in the oven. With his head down in the oven, he said "Good timing! The garlic bread has about five more minutes!"

I looked around the place and whistled softly. It was huge and open and twice the size of my little dumpy apartment. Almost the entire front wall was windows, the old industrial type that levered open from the bottom and had the safety glass with the little wires running through it. They cast everything in a strange light, but it fit the place perfectly.

"This place must cost you a fortune."

"Not really. My dad used to own the building, so I got the family discount."

"Used to? Who owns it now?"

"I do. Now I get a much better discount."

"Oh... wow."

Andy was busily setting the table with food and running back and forth from the kitchen. Even his oven mitts were black! I rolled my eyes and grinned. Mostly I just watched him as he moved. Those jeans and t-shirt were so tight I could see his muscles rippling with every motion. And I could tell every time he turned towards me that either Andy was really well hung or a little bit excited. I was pretty glad that I had worn loose pants myself. My dick was doing a little mambo around in my pants.

He held up the two bottles I had brought and said "Wine, whiskey or water? Before, after or during?" It took me a second. Then I said "Water during, whiskey after. Save the wine for your girlfriend." He shot me a look and said "No girlfriend, Alex. I think you know that." He gave me another look and said "That was pretty good, though. One point for you."

I held up my hands in mock surrender. "If we're going to have a battle of wits, wait until I'm off the pain meds. I'll have a fighting chance that way." He just grinned back at me.

We mostly did small talk while we ate dinner. Andy had made spaghetti with lots and lots of meat in the sauce and some tangy cheese I didn't recognize but loved. The garlic bread was crunchy but not too hard and the salad was crisp and loaded with things I probably shouldn't have been eating. In between bites he quizzed me about doing my exercises and whether or not I had been walking enough. After a few minutes of that I rolled my eyes and sighed "Yes, mother!" which made him have an attack of the giggles.

Afterward I tried to help with the dishes but he would have none of it. Andy turned me out of his kitchen and said "Over there on my desk. There's a pile of books I want you to look at. The reason I got you over here tonight. Well..." he paused "One of the reasons, anyway."

There were several books in the pile. The ones on top were paperbacks and the bottom of the pile were hardcover textbooks of some sort. They were (in loose order):

"How To Be Your Own Private Detective"

"Learn To Be A PI - A Home Study Course"

"How To Find Anyone Anywhere Anytime"

"Internet Private Eye"

"A Casebook In Crime Scene Analysis"

"Fingerprint Detection, Analysis and Processing"

I raised my eyebrows. Some of it was just fluff from people trying to sell books online, but a few of them were serious stuff.

"Thinking about changing jobs are you?" I asked.

Andy came in from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel that he slung over his shoulder. He leaned against the desk with his arms folded and said "Actually, I got these for you, Alex."

"I know how to be a detective, Andy. I am one. Er... I was one, anyway."

"But what are you going to do now?"

I didn't have a clue. I'd been so intent on healing up that I hadn't given a new job much thought. I figured I might go into security consulting or something like that. Or maybe ditch the coat and tie and be a night watchman somewhere quiet.

"Hmmm... A private detective? I dunno, Andy. It's not all Magnum PI, you know. Hell, it's not the Rockford Files, either. Unless you get on with one of the bigger outfits, you don't end up with a lot of high paying jobs. Mostly divorce and industrial theft cases."

The expression on his face told me several things. One, that he was concerned about me. Two, he really wanted me to look into this PI thing and three, he had something else he wanted to get off of his chest. I patted the pile of books and said "I'll look them over, though. Maybe it will be just the thing, you never know. Maybe I would make a good PI." Andy brightened and tossed the kitchen towel over onto the back of one of the dining room chairs. He walked over to the couch and picked up my tweed jacket where I had folded it over the back of one of the cushions. Looking at me, he said "Do you mind?" indicating the jacket. I shrugged.

The young man slipped his arms into the sleeves of my jacket and pulled it up over his shoulders. I was about seven inches taller and quite a bit broader across the chest than he was so it fit him like a circus tent. When he pulled it across his chest, I saw him lower his head and inhale through his nose deeply. His hands crossed across his chest like he was hugging himself with my coat.

I would have happily used my arms instead.

Slipping his hand down in the pocket, Andy pulled out my old pipe. A light came on in his eyes and he stuck the pipe in his mouth and looked at me. He held his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on his heels.

Using a phony British accent slightly muffled by the pipe in his teeth, he said "I suppose you're wondering why I've called you here today."

I grinned and raised my hands. "I didn't murder Lady Windamere, you're not Sherlock Holmes, there's no butler in residence..." I pointed a finger at him and continued "Your pipe is upside down and yes, I am wondering." Andy's eyes crossed as he looked at the pipe and he took it out of his teeth and stuck it back in my jacket pocket.

For the first time since I made his acquaintance, Andy looked a little unsure of himself as he slipped my coat off and hung it back over the couch cushion. Turning away from me he said "Would you like that drink now? I know I could use one!"

We sat on the couch and sipped our drinks. I had to fight the urge to down mine in one swallow. It would have gone right to my head. Andy seemed a little unsure of what he was going to say or how he was going to say it. I figured there were several options. Either he noticed that I was interested in him and either was or wasn't interested in me, or he wanted something from me that had to do with an investigation. I decided to get the cat at least partway out of the bag.

I pointed at the pile of books on the desk and asked "So, why the interest in the private dick business?" I immediately regretted my choice of words there but I chose to pass it by and move on quickly. "Do you need somebody followed? Is there a mystery to be solved? A missing heir or some stolen antiques?" I waggled my eyebrows and added "On the trail of a certain statue of a bird?" I gestured with my hands, holding them about a foot apart. "About so high, painted black?"

I caught him with his glass to his lips with that one. I didn't think he'd catch the reference but he surprised me and did. He snorted and suddenly there was a fine mist of whiskey in the air between us. He clapped one hand over his mouth and the other tried to set the glass down on the table and missed several times before he succeeded. Andy convulsed a few times until I thought he was choking and then broke out in a barely controlled guffaw behind his hand. He shook his head and waved his hand at me to stop until he got himself under control again.

"Another point for you." He said, holding up one finger.

I buffed my fingernails against my shirt and said "I could do this all night. But let's cut to the chase, Andy." I waved my hand at the books and the dinner table and the apartment in general. "What are you getting at with all of this?" That sobered him up a little.

He leaned slightly forward and looked down at the floor. "When I have a particularly...difficult patient... I try to find a way to get past whatever is blocking them from full recovery. I do my best to find out what would motivate them the most to get them well the quickest. It's what I do."

"You are very good at what you do, Andy. Was I that difficult?"

He nodded. "Yes, you were, Alex." He looked up at me and continued "You had already chased away three of the best we had. You're a real grumpy bastard sometimes." There was a slight pause and before I could say anything he remarked "The day they came in and gave you your medical retirement papers I thought you were going to hit somebody. I really thought we were going to have to sedate you that day."

I felt a little color flush my cheeks. "Sorry about that. I let my frustration get the best of me, I guess."

He waved a hand "It's okay. That's over now and we're moving on, right? So I thought: Here's a guy. A detective and a pretty good one from what your cop buddies say about you. He can't be a policeman anymore, so what else can he be?" He pointed at the books and said "A private detective. Simple." I started to open my mouth to say something and he cut me off.

"Let me finish, Alex. You got me started and I want to get it all out before I lose my nerve. Like I said, I was looking for something to motivate you to get past your injuries and get moving again. I figured the PI thing was a no brainer. But then...while we were doing your therapy, I noticed something else that seemed to...motivate you...considerably."

I realized what he was talking about and flushed a little. "Look, I..." He waved me to a stop again. "I looked around, Alex. There weren't any pretty girls in the room at the time. It was pretty apparent that you were attracted to me."

"Hell, is there anybody there that wasn't?" I said, trying to cover my embarrassment with bravado. "You're probably the hottest person in that whole hospital."

"Not the hottest." He looked at me and I raised an eyebrow and snorted. He laid a hand on my knee, stroking gently up and down and said "When I was sitting there with your leg in my lap and I could see you getting a hardon every time..." He raised an eyebrow back at me and said "Every time. Every. Single. Time. And it was only a few inches away from my hands. Do you know how bad I wanted to reach up under your robe right there and see if it was as big as it looked? Do you have any idea..." He continued as I could feel my prick getting hard in my pants at his words and his touch on my knee "How many times I went into the bathroom and jerked off after our sessions? Every. Single. Time."

I laid my hand over his, both for the touch and to stop him from moving it around. I was getting so hard it was starting to be a bit uncomfortable.

"And I went back to bed and jerked off under the covers. Every. Single. Time, Andy."

His hand tightened on my knee a little and he leaned forward. "I wish I could have helped you with that. But you were still my patient."

"I'm not now, though."

He nodded and smiled, his hand still squeezing my knee just a little. "So, do you get hard every time a man touches you?"

I shrugged. "No. Not all the time. It depends on where he's touching me, of course." I shook my head. "With you, it doesn't seem to matter where. I think if you were touching my big toe I'd still get a hardon."

He gave a small chuckle and looked down at my foot. "Shall we try it and see?"

I lifted my foot and said "You can try, but I don't think it's possible for it to get any harder right now."

"And there it is, only inches away from my hand once again."

"Yeah, it's funny how that keeps happening, isn't it?"

With every breath, Andy was getting closer and closer to me. I knew that in a moment or two he was going to kiss me and just knowing it was going to happen was driving me crazy. I wanted to just turn and leap on him but he seemed to have his own agenda going so I just waited. For a little while, anyway.

Andy leaned just a hair closer and said "I thought, what with you starting a new career and all, that you might need a partner."

"With the detective business?"

He shrugged. "With that. And life... The universe... And everything."

"Andrew Jones, if you even mention the number 42 I'm going to smack you." I reached out and patted his cheek and said "Then I'll say 'So long and thanks for all the fish' as I walk out the door."

"You wouldn't."

"I would. I'd regret it for the rest of my life, but I think I'd have to. And that... " I said "Would be a crying shame." My hand slid from his cheek to the back of his neck and I pulled him into me. When we kissed there was no hesitation... no awkwardness... just passion, as it felt like our lips would fuse together like two strips of molten metal. I couldn't have waited any longer, anyway. If we didn't at least kiss, I was going to start screaming from built up tension.

Andy's lips were warm and sweet and demanding. He turned and half laid in my lap as his arms went around my chest. Our tongues danced together and writhed around each other as we kissed and Andy made little groaning noises in the back of his throat. Like I said before, he was surprisingly strong. His arms gripped me like he was a man saving himself from drowning. And I clung to him just as hard, my hands sliding up and down his back, feeling his muscles ripple under my hands as we kissed.

After a moment I could feel him move and Andy climbed up to straddle my hips. He settled with his crotch right over my prick and I could feel it nestle in between his ass cheeks encased in those tight pants and I could feel the bulge in the front of his pants poking me in the belly. My hands went to his slim tight waist and it almost felt like I could put my hands all the way around him. I couldn't of course, but it felt like it. Andy was so slim and trim he was almost petite in his frame. He made me very aware of the slightly paunchy ex-detective with large paws that I was. A small part of my mind wanted to stop and ask him "Why me?" but the rest of my mind was pumping a fist up and down in the air and yelling "Whoo Hoo!"

My fingers gathered his t-shirt and pulled it out of the top of his pants and I pulled his shirt up to the bottom of his ribs. When my hands settled back on the warm skin of his waist again Andy jumped a little and pulled his lips away from mine saying "Your hands are cold." I shook my head, feeling a little bead of sweat forming on my forehead. "I don't see how." I said. "Feels like it's a hundred degrees in here." Andy leaned forward and kissed the sweat on my brow and whispered "It's just because you're overdressed."

I nodded and grinned a little. "Really. Pants AND a shirt? In this weather? And after Labor Day? I'm just a fashion disaster, I guess."

Andy just chuckled and started unbuttoning my shirt. While his hands were occupied I busied mine by sliding his tight t-shirt up even further, exposing his taut belly and the lower part of his chest. Andy's body was well tanned and smooth and firm. He could have been a GQ model or done infomercials for exercise equipment. I felt like a kid in a candy store.

As Andy's nimble fingers worked their way down my shirt opening my buttons, I looked him in the eye and switched into my 'cop' voice and said "Sir, it is my duty to advise you at this time that if you continue with this course of action I will be consumed with an overwhelming need to..." I paused and searched for just the right phrase. "... to run rampant over your bones, as it were."

"Run rampant over my bones?" he asked. "Are you sure that's the correct legal phrasing?" He finished unbuttoning my shirt and he pulled it out of the top of my pants and spread his hands over my chest, his fingers twining in the mat of grizzled dark hair. Andy's hands were soft and strong and extremely warm. It felt like he was groping me with an electric blanket.

I shook my head. My hands slipped down to his hips and ground them down against mine, feeling his prick pressing into my belly through his tight jeans.

"You have the right to continue to remove my clothing. Anything that you cause to harden will be held against you."

Andy started to chuckle and I continued.

"If you choose to give up the right to remove my clothing, yours will be removed for you. At that time you will be placed face down on the nearest soft horizontal surface and all effort will be made to extract your bodily fluids from you in a vigorous manner."

He smiled softly at me again, his hands still running over my chest. Andy's eyes closed briefly and he gave a little shiver and made a noise that was almost a purr in the back of his throat. "I promise not to resist, officer." he said. "But keep your handcuffs handy just in case I change my mind."

I started to reach for my belt, then said "They took my cuffs when they took my badge, Andy."

"No problem. If it becomes necessary, I'll loan you mine."

I just couldn't think of anything to say to that.

I felt his body shift and Andy slid backwards on my lap a little. His hands dropped to my waist and I felt my blood pressure rise a few more degrees. My ears burned with heat and I could feel more sweat breaking out on my skin. Andy's nimble fingers quickly unbuckled my belt and drew it out of the belt loops and tossed it on the couch. The top button of my pants came open just as quickly. Andy looked down, his fingers grasping the tab of my zipper. I could feel my cock twitching beneath his hands as he pulled my zipper down on tooth at a time.

Andy's warm brown eyes locked back on to mine and he said "I figured we would get the... hard... stuff out of the way first. That way the small talk afterward won't be quite so awkward."

I just nodded.

My zipper slid down and my boxers made a tent in my lap through the opening. Andy slipped off of my lap and knelt at my feet, pulling off my shoes and socks and tossing them aside. Then he leaned forward, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my pants, his face only inches away from the bulge of my prick.

The sight of him kneeling in front of me with his face so close to my cock was making me tremble with anticipation.

"Alex?"

"Yes, Andy?"

"Would you like me to suck your cock? Or would you prefer to fuck me first?" He paused and shivered again, just a little, before he continued. "Face down on the nearest horizontal surface?"

I leaned down and put a hand on either side of his face and kissed him gently and said "You beautiful young man, you can do anything that your heart desires. But, ummm..." I paused, mentally slapping myself in the forehead. Andy just knelt there and looked at me while I fumbled around in my brain. "I don't have any... protection... with me. I guess I wasn't really prepared for this sort of thing happening."

He smiled softly and put a hand in the center of my chest and patted me gently. "Poor Alex. You don't have to worry about that. I've seen your blood work results. I know it wasn't really ethical considering my intentions, but I always want to know who I am dealing with. You don't have anything I need to worry about. Apparently you have managed to be pretty careful about your partners. And I get tested at least once a year. I have a copy of my lab results if you would like to see them..." I shook my head. "That was my only concern, Andy. Please do carry on."