The City Pt. 01

If this was a dream I never ever wanted to wake up again.

I almost wished I could see what my face looked like at that moment. There would have been a combination of expressions there. Surprise and a hint of disbelief. Unmitigated joy... probably more than had ever been on my face in my life. The occasional twitch in the corner of one eye and a wince. I was aware just viscerally of the parts of my body that had so recently been broken and the pain signals that were racing up and down my nervous system. But the other feelings washed them away as if those broken parts were a hundred miles away.

Even so, I was aware of a painful creaking in my hips and back as I slowly pumped my cock in and out of Andy's tight little butt. I was determined to soldier through it, just in case this opportunity never arose again. This was the chance of a lifetime and I was going to revel in every single moment of it, embracing the pain along with the pleasure.

One thing that had slipped my mind was how much of a professional Andy was and how that mind of his never stopped working even for an instant. His legs tightened around my ribs, pulling me all the way inside of him and his hands on my face caught my attention.

"Alex, stop a moment. You're hurting. I can tell." I shook my head.

"Andrew Jones, I wouldn't stop if my hair was on fire. I've wanted this too much and for too long to stop now." Those hands pulled my face down for another kiss. He held my face close and spoke into my lips, eyes gazing into mine.

"I wanted this too, Alex. For a very long time. You are making me extremely happy right now. But I couldn't enjoy this as much knowing I was hurting you." While he was speaking his heel came down and rested against my good knee. He pushed, causing me to tip sideways. With a deft move that seriously impressed me, Andy managed to roll me over until he was sitting astride my hips while keeping me still embedded in his snug little ass. During the maneuver his sphincter had tightened down before I could slide out, holding me so tight around my shaft it almost gave me a case of the hiccups.

As Andy shifted his weight and steadied himself atop my body, he sunk back down on my prick, taking me all the way back inside of his body once more. He sighed happily and murmured "Mmmm... yes." Both of his palms rested on my chest and he held himself still for a moment then looked down at me.

"This will work, I think." he said, a smile playing across his lips. His fingernails raked against my chest gently. "You just let me do all of the work, my big teddy bear studmuffin detective." I had to smile at the ridiculousness of his description. Placing both hands on my face, that devastatingly handsome young man leaned down and kissed me.

"We will do it this way. And find other ways that won't hurt you, my lover Alex. I want you healthy. I am going to make it my life's work to get you healed up and back into shape, Alex Cable. Because I want you here..." He lifted his hips and pumped himself slowly on my prick. "In my bed..." Another slow stroke. "Inside of me..." And another while we both groaned in pleasure. "Fucking me long and hard just as often as we can."

Who was I to argue against logic like that?

But even if I was going to surrender to his superior argument, I wasn't going to go down without a fight. My hand wiggled down between our bodies and grasped his hard prick. I gave him a squeeze and he gasped and shivered, causing him to squeeze me inside his tight hot channel. Gripping him tightly, I started pumping his cock up and down with his movements on top of my own.

"Mmmm... If you are going to be... mmmm... doing all of the heavy aaahhh ... lifting... Andrew... Then I reserve the oooohhh... right to find out... oooohhh god... what makes you come.. mmmm... hard and fast... oooohhh fuck... and do that as often... oooohhh... as I can!" As I stroked him, Andy pumped himself back and forth on my impaling cock harder and faster, which of course made my movements on his own cock speed up as well.

Of course I couldn't stop myself from lifting my hips up into his thrusts which ached a little bit, but I had to admit that position was definitely easier on my broken and recently mended bits. By that point you could have sawed both of my legs off and I wouldn't have noticed nor cared. Not as long as I got to keep fucking that amazing body.

All thought of conversation and witty repartee vanished in an electric haze of pleasure as Andy rode my cock harder and harder. His whole body had tightened up into an amazing display of taut muscles and his eyes were half closed and glazed over with lust. The beautiful young mans lips were parted and he gasped and panted on top of my body while we practically slammed our hips together and shook the entire bed with the violence of our lovemaking.

Viscerally, I became aware that his gasps were becoming words. Barely spoken, more breathed than enunciated.

"Come... come... come... ooh yes... come... come... come for me... oooohhh god... come for me, Alex... oooohhh fuck yes... come..." I wondered briefly if the same words were coming unnoticed from my own lips. Andy's strokes were getting shorter and shorter as he tightened his internal grip on my cock and I tightened mine on his.

About the same time as lights flashed behind my eyes and I groaned aloud and shot his superb tight little ass full of my come, I heard a cry erupt from his lips and I could feel his sticky hot fluid spurting all over my fingers and dripping down onto my belly. His whole body turned rock hard atop mine as if he had seen the face of the Medusa at the moment of his orgasm. But at the same time he was taken all over with tremors. It was like experiencing a small localized earthquake. Each time he shivered another puddle of sticky come dripped down onto my skin.

I don't know if he normally came that hard and that much, but it still made me secretly proud that I had a hand in that.

Had a hand in that... heh.. heh... hoo boy...

Speaking of my hand, it was still trapped between our bodies when Andrew finally collapsed on top of me, panting and shaking. So I just left it there, gripping his prick in my fingers since I couldn't move it anyway. As far as I was concerned the best thing my hand ever had to do in life was to hang onto that big wonderful cock of his.

It was the greatest thing my hand had ever done up to that point.

"Alex..." Andy panted softly with his head laid down on my chest. "Are... huff... are you... huff... okay?"

In response to that silly question I moved my thumb, well lubricated with his bodily fluids, in a slow circle around the head of his cock, making my lover shake and shiver and clamp his thighs around my waist. Andy made some inarticulate noises and moans. The boy was just nerve endings all over.

I patted his back with my free hand then hugged him, chuckling softly.

"I am fine, Andrew. More than fine. Ready to wrestle ten tigers. Or maybe..." My thumb made another circle of his prick, causing him to shake and moan once more. "Maybe just the one." When he shivered his ass tightened down on my softening prick, which finally slipped out of him. I could feel more sticky come dripping onto my thighs. Apparently that was mine this time. Andy made a sound that was almost a whine as he rolled a bit to the side and finally managed to pry my hand reluctantly away from his prick. Holding my arm by the wrist he looked for a moment like he was considering kissing my fingertips. But when he got a good look at the mess coating my hand he quickly changed his mind.

"I think we need a shower, Alex." As he lifted himself up off of my body he looked down between us and said "Oh yes we do. Yuck!" Taking me by the clean hand, he led me into the white tiled bathroom and into a shower big enough for three people.

With black towels, of course.

Normally I enjoy showering with a partner after sex. Or even before as foreplay. This time Andrew took charge again, like I was still his patient. He moved me back and forth under the spray and scrubbed me head to toe. I didn't mind. But when it was his turn to get clean I took the washcloth from his fingers and reciprocated, taking my time to wash every single inch of that beautiful body myself.

My fingers idly ran through his brush of damp hair as his head rested on my thigh. Ever mindful of his furniture, Andy had laid fresh dry towels on the couch before we sat down after showering. Since he'd gone right after to strip the bed and throw the sheets in the washer, I'd claimed the end of the couch and made him rest his head in my lap.

Mainly because I was nowhere near done touching him yet and to get him to sit still for a few moments. The lad wore me out just watching him sometimes.

"I hope you know what you have done here, young man."

"And what is that?"

"Considering that you are the hottest man I have ever been to bed with and that was the best sex I have ever had in my life, you might find me hard to get rid of at this point." Andy rolled over on his back and looked up at me.

"Are you gonna stalk me, Alex?" I nodded slowly.

"Most likely. I am a detective, you know." He smiled.

"I've always wanted a stalker." He took my hand and pressed it to his lips, kissing each of my fingers in succession. "Especially a big, handsome, gruff, crime-fighting detective like you." I just had to shake my head.

"Been a fantasy of yours, has it?"

"Did you notice the book shelf right by the bed?" I shook my head again.

"By the time I got anywhere near the bed I didn't even notice you had a floor, Andy. Because I was floating six inches above it." He actually blushed a little bit. It took him a moment to come back to the conversation. One hand pointed vaguely towards the bed and the book shelf.

"My favorites are there. Raymond Chandler. Dashiell Hammett. Robert Parker. Erle Stanley Gardner. Rex Stout. McDonald and MacDonald." He placed my hand over his heart and held it there. "You are kind of a dream come true for me."

Then it was my turn to blush. As usual, I turned to humor to cover my embarrassment. I patted my belly and said "Well, I'm closer to Nero Wolfe than I am to Sam Spade, I think. Physically, anyway. But thank you."

Andy suddenly rolled off the couch and stood up. I was a little worried for a second. Then he placed a knee on the cushion and climbed back up, straddling my hips as he had the first time. He scooted forward until his prick was resting against my belly, just as close as he could possibly get and put his arms around my neck.

"Alex Cable, I know that you aren't perfect. Nobody is, especially me." My hands came up around that slim waist. "But all of my life I have been looking for a man like you. Someone strong and wise and beautiful." He put a finger against my lips before I could even utter a sound, because he knew I was going to scoff. "A big, strong man who knows his business and knows how to take care of what belongs to him. Someone who could challenge my mind and my body and my heart. Someone who could love me for who I am and protect me and keep me forever." He lowered his lips and kissed me on the cheek near the corner of my mouth.

Right before his lips met mine he whispered "I think I love you, Alex." Before I could even formulate a reply to that I was lost in another one of Andy's toe-curling kisses which lasted for several long minutes.

When the kiss finally turned into a long hug with his head resting on my shoulder and his lips against my neck, he murmured "When can you move in?"

I thought it was a pretty good first date.

Three

Incredibly enough, it actually took a whole month before I moved into Andy's place. Once we'd talked it out we decided to take it slowly and make sure it was the best thing for the both of us. After all, I'd lived on my own since I was eighteen and was kind of set in my ways.

We both made accommodations. Even spent a few nights apart.

The sex continued to be completely amazing and exhausting. In a fit of uncharacteristic largesse, he even let me on top a few times. I vowed to move slowly and be careful and he vowed to love every second of it and not to fret.

It most definitely worked.

Even though Andy was strong and muscular and kind of a take-charge personality when it came to his patients, his not-so-secret vice was to be a sweet loving bottom boy for a bigger alpha male. In my quest to discover what made him the most excited, I found the best way to make him hard and wanting.

Just tell him "No."

Then roll him over on his belly and clamp one hand on the back of his neck, holding him immobile while I fucked him long and hard. He squealed and moaned and kicked and came. And when I pulled his arms behind his back and used them as levers to pound into his body even harder I managed to bring him to a second orgasm before I howled and filled his incredibly tight ass with my own ecstasy.

Of course that little maneuver cost me a day in bed, an extra round of pain meds and some serious frowns from my partner. But when I reminded him of how hard and how much we both enjoyed it, he grudgingly relented and admitted it "might" have been worthwhile.

In my mind, there was no question at all.

Our time together wasn't all spent in bed, as much as I would have enjoyed that. As a matter of fact, the majority of our time was spent studying the art of being private detectives. We pored over the books that Andy had bought and ordered more. We bought books and videos and took courses online. I gave him the benefit of my twelve years with the department and he gave me the benefit of a fresh pair of eyes and his amazing brain. Despite his publicly vacuous pretty-boy persona, my lover had quite an analytic mind that constantly startled me.

In between work and play, Andy took charge once more and had me exercising. The first few times I had gone to his place I hadn't paid much attention to the gym that took up the ground floor of his building. Even though he had told me he owned the building, I was too lost in a fog of unbridled lust to put two and two together and realized he owned the gym as well.

At least we didn't have far to go.

Although my dear sweet lover was one of the kindest gentlest most loving people I had ever met, he was an absolute maniacal dictator when it came to exercise routines. He barked orders and always demanded more and more, often pushing me further than I ever thought was humanly possible. Even my four years in the Marines hadn't been that difficult.

Okay... I may be exaggerating just a little bit there.

At least this time I got to shower with and fuck the drill sergeant afterward.

It was an even trade.

Under his expert ministrations, I healed quicker than I would have if left on my own. As a side benefit, I lost thirty pounds of fat and put back on ten pounds of muscle. During one trip back to visit the precinct my old lieutenant had remarked that despite being "disabled" I was in better shape than most of the guys in the squad room. I'd abandoned my cane after the first month of moving in with Andrew and even though I never lost my slight limp I got better and better with each passing day.

Laughing, I chalked it all up to clean living.

What I added silently in my mind was it was all due to the love of an incredible man who made me happy every single moment of every day. One who, I also added, pushed me constantly to better myself.

Three months after I moved in, the firm of Cable and Jones opened our doors to the public.

Guess where?

On the floor just above the gym and just below his... our... apartment.

That boy...

The day after we had applied for our licenses, I'd brought up the need for an office. Andy just looked at me and asked "Alex, do you love me?"

Startled, I replied "Of course I do. You know that."

"Do you trust me?"

"With my heart and my life, Andrew. You saved them both." He smiled and crawled into my lap and kissed me. Then he whispered into my ear. "Then let me worry about the office space. I know the perfect spot and I have an in with the landlord. Okay?"

I was more than willing to let him take the lead on it. And I was also beginning to suspect that Andy had more money than I even guessed at.

So two weeks later when he led me down the front stairs and we stopped on the second floor I wasn't too surprised to see our names painted on one of the doors. The door opened into a well appointed waiting room with a couple of chairs and a place for a receptionist, should we ever need one.

Then he led me to the inner door and into our office. I could immediately tell whose desk was whose. It was like standing on a line between two different centuries. Andys desk was some modern curved thing with two computers on it and a tall ergonomic chair behind. It even had an extra monitor to swivel out and show things to the client if he needed to.

Mine was different.

My desk was solid oak, or a reasonable facsimile. Massive and darkened with considerable age. It had a green leather blotter in the middle, a stack of legal pads and a cup full of sharpened #2 pencils. And old-looking brass desk lamp with a green glass shade. On the pull-out panel on one side sat an Underwood typewriter.

I chuckled.

Behind the wooden swivel chair stood a coat rack with brass fittings. Atop the rack hung a snappy black felt fedora. One side was hung with a long trench coat. The other hook displayed a leather shoulder holster that held a sturdy Colt 1911 .45 with a pouch for two extra clips. On the bookshelf behind it an antique oscillating fan swept back and forth.

I could definitely see the impact of my young lovers fantasies at work here.

Andy came up behind me and put his arms around my waist.

"Do you like it?" I loved it so much I wanted to take him in my arms and call him "Doll face."

"Is there a bottle of Scotch in the bottom drawer?"

"With two glasses."

"Then I absolutely love it, Andrew." Turning, I put my hands on his face and kissed him. "I love it almost as much as I love you."

And just to top off the experience, about ten minutes later when I plopped the fedora on my head and slipped into the trench coat, I got the thrill of sitting in my wooden swivel chair while my lover and partner knelt between my feet and sucked my cock in and out of his perfect kissable lips until I came down his throat.

Four

So anyway... there I was. Back to square one with my part of the investigation. We were pretty sure that at least part of the collection of stolen books was here, but where they were going and to whom, we hadn't the foggiest. Yet.

I had hopes. The word was getting out to the right people and information was coming in. The contact who had sent me to that bar was pretty sure I'd be able to set up a buy. Too bad that one got blown.

Ah, well.

Besides, my partner was chasing down a few hot tips of his own. It was time to check in and see if he'd made any progress. I took a bit of pride in the fact that I could walk those ten city blocks in good time without causing myself any pain. Even the slight limp I mentioned earlier didn't slow me down all that much. I'd come a long way in the months since the accident and my forced retirement.

In oh, so many ways.

"Psst! Hey buddy! C'mere..." I growled from the darkness of the alley. Even though Andy knew my voice he pretended to walk into the trap like a perfect rube. I grabbed the back of his jacket and pushed him up against the wall with mock roughness. "Hands on the wall, punk. Feet back and spread 'em."

As he "assumed the position" I pretended to frisk him for weapons. What I was really doing, of course, was feeling him up. All over. I never got enough of touching that sweet body of his and took advantage of every single opportunity. Underneath Andy's leather jacket he wore his favorite skin-tight t-shirt and below that pants so tight they looked like they were painted on.