L.A. Mischief

by P. A. Brown

  Ignoring David’s orders he sat up. “My God, David. Should we be doing this?”

  “The stitches are out. It’s healing. The doctor told me to get some exercise.”

  “But you said light-duty...”

  “I’m fine, Chris.” He approached the bed, his eyes pinning Chris to the quilt covered mattress. He stopped beside the bed and reached into his bedside table for his lube and condoms. He pointed at the bed. “Down. Now.”

  Chris subsided.

  David set the items down on the table and turned back to Chris. Leaning over, his hot breath dancing over Chris’s overheated face, he began to skim the buttons on his shirt open, slowly, one at a time, with each button open he stroked the exposed skin. “This time you will do exactly what I tell you to do. No questions, no back talk. Understand?”

  “Understood.”

  “Good.” David wrenched Chris’s shirt off and threw it on the floor. After pulling off his shoes and socks he went to work on his pants, finally exposing the jockeys that barely covered his raging cock.

  While Chris silently urged him on he slid stiff fingers down under the waistband and slipped the taut material off, smoothing his palm over Chris’s ass before he wrenched the material off and flung it after his other clothes. Chris squirmed on the bed, opening and closing his legs in need.

  David stopped him with a firm hand on his hip. “Don’t move.”

  “Oh, God, David—”

  David put his hand over Chris’s mouth, stilling his moans. “Shhh.”

  He straightened and under Chris’s glazed eyes, he finished stripping his own clothes off. He stood beside the bed, his hand on his cock, lightly stroking himself. Chris could see a drop of pre-come oozing from the bulbous head half-concealed by his foreskin. He pushed the skin back, revealing his swollen head to Chris’s avid gaze.

  Chris licked his dry lips. He could barely breathe, couldn’t see anything but David. He watched as David knelt on the bed beside him, his mouth coming down to caress Chris’s throat. His mustache whispered over Chris’s supersensitive skin and sent waves of desire firing along his nerve endings. He moaned and bit his lips to keep from crying out. David pressed his mouth against his lips, sliding his stiff tongue past his teeth and tangling with his tongue. Then he trailed his hot wet mouth down Chris’s collar bone, tracing the outline of one nipple. With excruciating slowness he circled the rapidly hardening nub, only to move off it to the next one.

  Chris would have ignored David’s injunction but David used the weight of his body to hold Chris in place. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything but endure as his desire mounted and he thought he was going to die of need.

  David’s mouth moved lower, tasting and licking every inch of his tight, vibrating body. Chris mindlessly thrust his hips up, blindly seeking release. He threw his head from side to side, fighting for breath, a low whine rising in his throat. His body was so tense he heard his muscles creak.

  David shoved his legs open. Then he slipped to the end of the bed and took Chris’s foot in his hands.

  He wrapped his lips around his big toe, sucking it gently then moving on to slather each of his toes with hot saliva. He used his stiff fingers to knead his soles and his heel, replacing his fingers with his tongue and his teeth.

  “David...” Chris broke through his self-imposed silence. But David had his own agenda. He ignored his plea and continued his painfully slow ascent, pausing to slake his thirst on each dimple of flesh and knobby joint.

  David’s tongue slipped between his balls and stroked his hole. Chris lost it. He cried out and moaned David’s name, thrashing on the bed. When David reared up over him he opened his legs and welcomed his assault. This time it was David who lost his tightly wound self-control as he slammed his latex covered cock up Chris’s hole, filling him with one savage thrust. He levered himself above Chris and rocked into him. Chris met him thrust for thrust. He began grunting out Chris’s name and his thrusts grew erratic, as his control abandoned him. Then the only sound in the small bedroom was the sharp slap of sweating flesh and their moans.

  David rammed his mouth down on Chris’s. His tongue delved into his hot mouth, wrestling with his tongue, lapping at his teeth. He gripped his hips so hard he left dimple bruises on his hips. Chris could feel David’s orgasm mounting. He wrapped his legs around David’s hips, thrusting up to meet his out of control movements.

  Suddenly David froze. He cried out and thrust one more time, burying himself up Chris’s gut, his cock throbbing in release. He collapsed on top of Chris, who held him in trembling arms. David pressed his open mouth above Chris’s Adam’s apple. Then he reached down and gripped Chris’s cock and pumped it furiously.

  Chris shouted David’s name and came, splashing hot come across David’s fist and his stomach. David collapsed, rolling at the last minute to take his weight off of Chris. He stripped his condom off and threw it in the bedside waste receptacle and rolled off the bed, coming back moments later with a damp towel which he used to wipe them both down. Then he settled back on the bed, folding Chris into his arms, nuzzling his damp chest.

  “Jesus,” Chris inhaled David’s deliciously familiar scent. “Tell me why we stopped doing this.”

  David rubbed his hip, smoothing away the marks he had put in his skin. “Because we’re not compatible.”

  Chris folded his arms around David’s broad shoulders. He nuzzled the skin above David’s heart. “This is so not compatible. We should have tried this earlier.”

  A rumble of laughter rolled through David’s chest. “I thought we did.”

  Chris grew serious. “Did we really try, though?”

  “I thought we did,” David said softly. “Are you saying we didn’t?”

  “I’m saying I don’t know.” He rose on one elbow and stared down at David. “Do you love me, David?”

  David nodded. “Since the first time I told you.”

  “Then why can’t we make it work?”

  “I... I don’t know. Do you want to make it work?”

  “I’m willing to try, if you are.” Chris stroked his thigh, feeling his muscles tense and relax. “I had a lot of fun bowling last week.”

  “You want to do it again?”

  “Yes.”

  “No strings?”

  “None, unless you count coming home to finish the night up here.”

  “I think I can live with that.” David grinned against his throat. “Bowling and you.”

  Chris played with the damp hair on David’s chest, tweaking one of his nipples. Gently he touched the scar. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

  “Didn’t I just prove I am?”

  “Not what I meant. You’re being careful, right?”

  “Always. This guy just got the jump on me. Guess the same way he got the jump on his wife and boyfriend.”

  Chris leaned up on one elbow. “I want to take care of you.”

  David’s eyes darkened. “Would you? But I’m fine.”

  “No you’re not.”

  “I’m not?”

  “No, you need me.”

  “I do?” David’s breathing grew shorter. Chris didn’t need to look to see that he was getting aroused again. So was he.

  “You do. You never could look after yourself.”

  “Hey!” David tried to sit up but Chris held him in place. “I’ve been taking care of myself for years before I met you.”

  “You were buried so far in the closet you reeked of eau de mothball. How many secret trips did you make to Palm Springs to find some twink to fuck—”

  David winced at the crudity. But he held his silence.

  “Is that the way you like it? Secret? So nobody down at the station knows you’re still fucking men?”

  “Chris—”

  “Who was that that guy in your hospital room? Someone you met at the Eagle?”

  “How did you know about that—?”

  “You tell me cops are gossips, well they’ve got nothing on bartenders. The bartender a
t the Eagle knows Ramsey.” Chris grimaced. “Enough said, right?”

  “I don’t ask you what you’ve been doing since... since we were together.”

  And Chris could hardly tell him. He suddenly felt hot shame. If David had found pleasure somewhere else, who was he to complain? But he couldn’t let it go.

  “Who was he, David?”

  “His name is Blair.”

  Blair. Chris turned the name over in his mind. Something about it dogged Chris. He couldn’t let go of the image of David with that man. Blair.

  Jealousy was wholly foreign to him. Even Geoff, the guy he’d lived with years ago, hadn’t inspired him to care about who he slept with. But David... he saw red every time he thought of David in bed with another man.

  He hated that David had the power to raise his blood pressure to dangerous highs.

  “Do you love him?”

  “What? Who—no, it’s not like that.”

  “Just a fuck buddy?”

  “Why are you doing this, Chris?” David rolled over, staring up at the ceiling. “Do I want to know what you were doing for the last month?”

  Chris closed his eyes, “No,” he whispered. “You don’t.”

  “What do you want, Chris?”

  “You know what I want.”

  “Chris—”

  “I want us to be a couple. I want you to be proud of me.”

  “I am proud of you.”

  “Then why don’t you take me to LAPD events? That charity picnic you were invited to. You went alone. Why?”

  David wouldn’t meet his eyes. “You don’t know any of the guys.”

  “I’m a pretty sociable guy, David. I clean up real good and I’ve been told people actually like being around me.”

  “Chris—”

  “But that’s not good enough, is it? All you can do is look at all of them and think they’re seeing you and me doing this...” He cupped David’s soft cock. “You can’t get past that, can you?”

  “Jesus, Chris—”

  “I want us to live together,” Chris said. This had always been the bone of contention between them.

  David liked the sex, but he couldn’t or wouldn’t commit to anything more permanent. It was like as long as he didn’t physically move his things from one address to another then he wasn’t living with another man. “I want to marry you.”

  David was silent. Chris sighed. “David...”

  “You know what I think about that. We’ve been through this already—”

  “We’ve been over it again and again, but all we’re doing is running in circles.”

  “That’s because you won’t accept that I’m not going to move in with you.” David briefly looked at Chris then looked away. “I’m not getting married.”

  “You mean you’re not marrying a man.”

  “I’m not marrying anyone.”

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  Chapter 12

  Thursday, 12:40 am Piedmont Avenue, Glendale

  DAVID REFUSED TO meet Chris’s gaze. He didn’t want to see the naked longing in his ex-lover’s eyes. He couldn’t give Chris what he wanted. Chris had to realize that. For the good of both of them. It had been a huge mistake to bring Chris back here tonight. But he had to face the fact that he had his own addiction. Chris did things to him by just being in the room with him that no one, not even Blair, did.

  But that was no excuse for forgetting his vow to let Chris go. But like a crack head, he couldn’t stay away from his drug. No amount of therapy was going to fix his problem. Only time, and distance, could do that.

  Pushing Chris away was only the first of many hard steps.

  Putting his thoughts into action, he rolled away from Chris’s touch and went into the bathroom. When he emerged twenty minutes later, Chris had crawled under the covers and was asleep. David thought briefly of waking him to take him home, but in the end his own exhaustion won the night and he crawled in beside Chris, who curled around him, clinging even in sleep. David drifted to sleep with Chris’s warm breath on his cheek.

  He awoke during the night and found they were spooning, his hard cock pressed up against Chris’s ass.

  He nuzzled Chris’s neck and slipped back into an easy sleep.

  When he woke next it was to find Chris stroking him, his hard cock in his hand. “Come for me, baby,”

  Chris whispered and David did, his hot come splashing over his hand and abdomen. “That’s the right way to start the day,” he said, and David nodded.

  “Yeah,” he said, his voice husky. He clamped his hand over Chris’s. “Let me do you.”

  “In the shower,” said Chris, and David blinked.

  “Shower?”

  Chris nodded with a satisfied smile. “Yeah, shower. Then car.”

  “Car?—Right, go test drive the car.”

  Chris held David’s hand into the shower, only letting it go when they climbed in to the small shower stall together.

  “This thing really isn’t made for two, you know.”

  “I can suffer, if you can.” Chris crowded close, using a bar of soap to cover them both with slickness.

  David responded, forgetting his vow in the night to give Chris up. He kneaded Chris’s ass and stroked his cock, holding him against the wall and not letting up until Chris came, crying out and splashing the shower wall with come.

  They stood together, breathing heavily as the water washed over them, finally turning cool. Chris turned off the faucets and led him out of the cubicle, using a towel to dry David first then himself. Back in the bedroom, David pulled out a pair of jeans and an LAPD T-shirt.

  Chris looked at the bottom drawer of the dresser, remembering that David had gotten comfortable enough that he let Chris keep a change of clothes on hand. Chris reached for the drawer and pulled it open, rummaging among the contents.

  “What are you doing?” David asked, a hint of alarm in his voice.

  Chris replied, “Looking for my jeans. I don’t want to go buy a new car wearing a thousand dollar suit...

  puts me at a disadvantage for bargaining,” he added with a laugh.

  “I returned your stuff, remember?” David said.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s right,” said Chris, remembering with a pang how final it had seemed at the time. He paused. “I see you found something to put in the drawer in place of my things...” He stood up, letting the leather and chrome harness dangle from his hand. “I didn’t know you were into this...” he said, his voice drifting off.

  “It... it was a gift,” David replied, a slight flush creeping up his neck.

  “From that guy I saw at the hospital?”

  David nodded, not saying a word. Chris felt a roil of jealousy in his gut, but tried to keep his tone light. “I bet it looks hot on you,” he said.

  David looked down. “I haven’t worn it yet,” he said. “I’m... uh... still recovering you know.”

  Chris stuffed the gear back in the drawer, kicking it shut with his foot. “Yeah,” he said, picking up his suit pants and pulling them on quickly. “Listen, how about if we swing by my place so I can change, then I’ll buy you breakfast at that diner you like on Hyperion.”

  “This test drive sounds like it is turning into an all day event,” said David, guarded.

  “Just a half day,” said Chris. “C’mon, you promised.”

  David paused, then reluctantly said okay. Chris felt his heart surge and David wondered if he was even capable of saying no to the man he loved.

  Like David could refuse anything Chris asked.

  Thursday, 11:30 am, Midway Ford, Vermont Avenue

  After breakfast, they pulled into the lot of the Midway Ford on Vermont Avenue. A man who clearly knew Chris hurried over to them. “Back already?”

  “I want to see the Escape again.” Chris glanced at David. “We’d like to take it out for a test drive.”

  “I think you’ll be suitably impressed,” the salesman said with unctuous charm. They followed him into an office where he viewed Chris’s
ID and picked up the keys to the model Chris had looked at earlier.

  The Escape was a compact little SUV, half the size of Chris’s current set of wheels. Chris walked around it, popped the hood and peered inside. He looked over at David. “How’s it look to you?”

  David peered into the engine block. “Six cylinder. That’s good. You’ll get good pickup on the freeway.

  What’s the torque?” he asked the salesman.

  “Forty-three hundred rpm,” the salesman cut in. “Excellent gas mileage too, much better than any other SUV out there. Two hundred forty horses.”

  “Manual?” David asked.

  Chris shook his head with a weak grin. “I never learned. I’ll go with the automatic.”

  David grimaced. “Better gas mileage with manual. I’ll teach you if you like. Taught a neighbor’s kid a couple of years ago.”

  Chris brightened. “That would be great. How long do you think it would take to learn? That means you’ll be around a while, right?” There was a plaintive note to Chris’s question.

  David flushed and realized he’d made a mistake making the offer. He tried to salvage the situation. “Uh, maybe you should get an automatic. Easier to handle with all the stopping and starting in city driving. Plus, it’s easier driving up hills, like around your place...”

  “Nah, I want to learn. I’ll learn fast. I know it. I know you can teach me. Come on, David. It’ll be fun.”

  He turned to the salesman. “I’ll look at a manual if you don’t mind.”

  The salesman looked from David to Chris. He nodded and reached for another key. “Follow me.”

  Chris gestured to David to take the driver’s side. “You tell me what you think.” Then he climbed into the passenger’s seat.

  They spun out onto Vermont and headed north toward the Hollywood Freeway where David opened the vehicle up. He kept to the speed limit until he goosed the gas to shoot around a panel van that was laboring in the right lane. He exited the freeway at Silver Lake Boulevard and headed back west. They passed the grandiose glass and stone clad entrance to the Vermont and Beverly Red Line Station.