Fahey's Flaw

by Jenna Byrnes

  “I think you’d be surprised. I hear him talking about you, remember? He’s proud as hell of his old man. I think he’d be happy for you to tackle something like this.”

  “I’m not saying I’m against it. I’d just want to check with him, first. I won’t do it if he’ll be embarrassed. We have a few other detectives who could handle it, though. So I guess I’m saying yes. Do you have to get it approved by the all-powerful board?”

  Reilly grinned. “Of course we do. Tim thinks we can manage that by next week. So maybe we can set a schedule of seminars for next Friday, or something like that?”

  “I’ll speak with my chief.” He took another bite of vegetables. “This is really good.”

  “It is. I’m going to have to remember this place.” Reilly set his fork down. “I don’t really want another detective to take this over. I’d like to work with you. I think we’d make a good team. I could tell my brother’s story, and you’ll give the information you have about Flakka and these types of drugs in general.”

  “Like I told you, it’s all going to depend on Con. My son is my top priority, Reilly. That’s the first thing you need to learn about me.”

  Reilly nudged his foot against Wynn’s under the table. “Duly noted. What’s the next thing I need to learn about you, Detective Fahey? Because I’m all ears.”

  Wynn nudged back. “Not from where I sit. You’re all gorgeous green eyes and full, pink lips. But as much as I’d like to sit here and stare into them, and suck those lips into my mouth, it just doesn’t feel like a good idea.”

  “Are you kidding me?” Reilly grinned. “That lip sucking sounds like the best idea I’ve heard in ages.”

  Wynn laughed. “Oh hell yeah, me too. But I meant the two of us getting friendly. You teach my son. There’s no law that I’m aware of, but there has to be a policy about that somewhere in the Big Book of St. Sebastian’s Rules.”

  He shook his head. “There’s not a rule. It’s discouraged when the student is in the teacher’s class. Last time I checked the calendar, Connor will only be in my class for a few more weeks. And it’s really not forbidden.”

  “You see now, ‘forbidden’ actually makes it sound like more fun.”

  “Of course. It’s that Catholic guilt thing.”

  Wynn rubbed his chin. “I should tell you, I was born Catholic but I’ve never been very good at it.”

  “The church doesn’t make it easy for gays. I’m a spiritual person, and always try to do the right thing. That’s the basic premise of the rule I live by. Judging by your choice of professions, I expect you try to live by the same rule.”

  “I do.” He smiled. “And I haven’t quite figured out if shagging you is the right thing or not.”

  Reilly’s eyes lit up. “Shagging me? Oh God, is the pub-speak rubbing off on you?”

  Wynn laughed. “Must be, considering I suddenly went all Austin Powers on you.”

  The handsome teacher leaned in. “You can go off however you want, as long as you’re on me.” He bit his lip.

  Wynn’s cock hardened beneath the table. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

  “Oh yeah.” Reilly grinned again. “That’s the benefit of same-sex relationships. I know exactly what’s happening to you right now, because the same thing is happening to me. Hard as a rock, and ready to roll.”

  Wynn tried to pull himself back down to earth. He shook his head and polished off the rest of his beer. “I don’t do stuff like this, man. I mean, I’m easy-going and all that, but I’m not the most spontaneous guy you’ll ever meet.”

  “I’m usually not, either, but I know a good thing when I see it. I’ve been called a bit crazy, but I’m not crazy enough to let something good slip out of my grasp. I will tell you that I have documentation of a recent blood test and I’m negative for any diseases.”

  “As am I. I’ve got my recent test, too. I’m not averse to crazy. I’ve just seen too many movies where people rushed into things and then found out the person they just spent the night with was with was a real psycho.”

  “Oh yeah, me too. The only thing I can use to dispute that is I know the KCPD wouldn’t keep a psychopath on their detective’s roster. And you have to know St. Sebastian’s wouldn’t, either. I believe it’s fair to assume that we’re both reasonably sane, horny adults.”

  Wynn chuckled. “Sounds reasonable to me. But it’s been a while. I’m not certain I have any condoms that aren’t expired.”

  Reilly reached across the table and clasped his hand. “Then we’ll go to my place. I was a Boy Scout.” He winked and squeezed Wynn’s fingers.

  “Your place sounds good,” Wynn breathed.

  “Excellent. So now that we know we’re both going to get lucky, what do you say we finish this tasty meal and maybe even hit Reese up for some dessert?”

  Wynn laughed. “I say you’re a man after my own heart.”

  Reilly caught his gaze. “I am. I definitely am.” He winked again. “And a few other body parts.”

  Chapter Three

  Wynn followed Reilly’s car, a Toyota Camry that was about as red as his hair, for fifteen minutes into a family neighborhood much like his own. Reilly pulled directly into the garage of the white stone house, and Wynn parked behind him in the driveway.

  When Reilly exited his car he waited for Wynn to walk in, then pushed the button so the garage door lowered. They stood in the garage looking at each other for a moment.

  Wynn’s heart was thumping so loud he figured the neighbors could hear it.

  Reilly didn’t seem to notice, or mind if he did. He obviously had other things on his mind. Wrapping a hand behind Wynn’s neck, he pulled him close for a kiss.

  Their lips met and Wynn groaned. The soft touch felt so perfect, he couldn’t see how their being together could not be right. He opened his mouth, and Reilly charged in, his tongue exploring every nook and cranny of Wynn’s lips and mouth. The rough scrape of Reilly’s beard added another exciting dimension.

  Wynn ran his hands down Reilly’s back and cupped his denim-clad ass. When he pressed their groins together he felt a firm erection, as hard as his own and at least as big. He couldn’t wait to see it, and reached around to unzip Reilly’s jeans.

  “Let’s move this party inside,” Reilly murmured, their lips still touching. “But be warned, I have a dog. He’ll bark when he sees you but he’ll stop once he figures out you’re friendly.”

  Wynn grinned. “I’m very friendly.”

  Laughing, Reilly took him by the hand and led him inside.

  A large Golden Retriever met them at the door, nuzzling Reilly’s hand until he spotted Wynn then he began to bark.

  “It’s okay, Gus. He swears he’s friendly.” Reilly held Wynn’s hand out and the dog sniffed it.

  “Hey, Gus,” Wynn said affably.

  The dog apparently decided he was okay, because he began to nuzzle Wynn, too.

  Wynn rubbed his head and scratched behind his ear, and the dog appeared to be smiling.

  “You’ve made a friend now,” Reilly advised.

  “Two friends, I hope.” Wynn grinned at him as he petted the dog.

  “Of course. Let’s send him to the back yard. I’ll give him his dinner so he won’t feel so put out.” He opened the sliding glass door that led to the fenced back yard, then grabbed the dog’s dish and poured some food in it.

  “I’ll take it,” Wynn offered.

  “Thanks. Just stick it by the steps on the deck, please. I’ll get him some fresh water.”

  Wynn did as requested and the dog began to eat. He glanced around the neatly manicured yard and wondered if his own would look so appealing to a fresh eye. He didn’t do much to his yard besides the basic mowing and trimming. Reilly’s seemed to have a bit more flair. “This is nice.”

  “I like being out here. Gus likes it too, so when it’s nice we spend a lot of time outside.”

  Wynn nodded and followed Reilly back into the house. His host shut and locked the door
, then turned to face him. “I like spending time inside, too. Follow me and I’ll give you the ten cent tour.” He led Wynn by the hand down the hall. “That was obviously the kitchen. Living room’s through there. Here’s my office, guest bath, spare room, and this is my room. Another bath off the bedroom.”

  “Very nice. You have good taste.” He admired the navy and cream comforter and matching pillows and drapes. “I’ve got two pillows on my bed and I bunch one of them up every night to sleep on it.”

  Reilly chuckled. “These decorative ones just get in the way, but they look good.” He stepped into the master bath and washed his hands with soap and water.

  Wynn did the same, and inhaled when Reilly moved behind him and kissed his neck. He glanced up and watched their reflections in the large mirror. “This is hot.”

  “You’re hot. Let’s lose these clothes so I can have a better look.” He began unbuttoning Wynn’s shirt, still standing behind him.

  Reaching for the snap of his jeans, Wynn unfastened them. He shoved them down and kicked out of his shoes and socks.

  Reilly studied his reflection in the mirror, gaze focusing on the tented boxers he’d uncovered. “Keep going.”

  Wynn pushed down his underwear and his erection sprang forth, unconfined and lengthening.

  “Ah, God.” Reilly licked his lips. “You’re fucking huge.”

  “You’re sweet, but I think you’re just horny. And, you have entirely too many clothes on.”

  Still watching Wynn in the mirror, Reilly stripped and tossed his things aside.

  Wynn couldn’t see what was hidden by his own body, so he turned around and inspected the goods. “Damn. You’re a fine specimen yourself.” The man’s fair chest was covered by a light layer of wiry red hair. A full thatch surrounded his long, thick cock. Wynn cupped the rigid shaft with one hand and scooped Reilly’s balls into his other.

  Reilly leaned in for a kiss, and their tongues batted one another again. “You want to move to the bed?”

  “Not yet. I like it here, in front of the mirror. But first I’ve gotta ask, are you okay with oral and anal? Anything you don’t like?”

  “I love both, giving and receiving. I’m not really into serious pain or bodily functions.”

  Wynn smiled. “Then we’re both on the same page.” He reached around and patted Reilly’s ass. “Why don’t you grab a condom and some lube? I’m gonna take you here, leaning over the counter, for the first time.”

  “Mmm.” Reilly kissed him again. “And I’m going to let you. Be right back.” He went to the bedroom and returned with supplies. “Brought a couple, just in case.” He smiled and stroked Wynn’s cock. “Can I get you ready? I’d love to taste this beauty.”

  “Be my guest.” He leaned back against the counter as Reilly dropped to his knees in front of him. The handsome hunk caressed and inspected every inch of Wynn’s cock before drawing the tip into his mouth and sucking it. His mustache and beard felt amazing as they teased Wynn’s sensitive flesh.

  Wynn heard his throaty groan of pleasure, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He’s enjoying it as much as I am. The thought nearly made him shoot his load right then. He fought the urge until it passed.

  Reilly licked and sucked the shaft until he eventually stopped, then reached for a foil packet. “Hate to quit, but hopefully I’ll have more time to play later.” He rolled the condom up and over Wynn’s cock.

  “Count on it. I’m ready to fuck your tight little ass.”

  Pouring a handful of lube into one palm, Reilly stroked it over the latex-sheathed shaft. He rose and reached between his legs, spreading more lube there. “Now I’ll get myself ready.”

  Wynn watched Reilly insert two fingers into his own ass and press them deep before adding a third. The sight was almost mesmerizing. In and out, side to side, he expertly prepared his ass for what was to come. Wynn gazed at him and tried not to drool.

  When the fourth digit went in, he grabbed Reilly’s hand and eased it out. “You’re ready. If I have to watch any more of that, I really will shoot my wad right now.” He clasped Reilly’s hips and spun him around. “I’m gonna fuck you.”

  Reilly leaned over the counter and watched in the mirror. “Yes, please.” His voice was breathy.

  He nudged the tip of his cock to the slick hole and the head sank in. Wynn glanced up and made eye contact with Reilly through the mirror. “Mmm, feels so good going in.”

  “It does. Give me all you’ve got. I want to be impaled by your cock.”

  Wynn groaned and pushed forward. He didn’t pause until he was balls deep, then he had to stop to breathe.

  “Fuck yeah,” Reilly muttered. “Do me. Do me good.”

  Fuck yeah, Wynn repeated in his mind. He clutched the hunk’s hips and began a steady in-and-out rhythm. His balls churned and he paused so he didn’t come too soon. “Damn. Feels too good.”

  Reilly glanced at him through the mirror. “Wynn. Look at me.”

  He made eye contact.

  “It’s okay. I want you to come, as fast or as slow as you need.”

  “This first time might be quick. I apologize in advance for that.”

  Reilly grinned. “Why apologize? I’m glad you don’t shake your sex stick all over town. I’m thrilled that I’m the one who landed you.” He gripped the countertop. “Now I’m going to hang on, and I want you to do your thing, baby. Bring it on home.”

  Wynn reached for Reilly’s shaft. “I want to bring you with me.”

  Shaking his head, Reilly gazed at him again. “Not yet. If we come separately, the fun lasts longer. Just take care of yourself this first time.”

  Wynn checked his expression to see if he meant it.

  Reilly nodded seriously.

  “Okay. Hang on, big boy.” He drew back and plunged forward again. The wet heat felt so perfect he nearly gasped.

  “Yeah!” Reilly encouraged. “That’s what I want. Do it!”

  Wynn picked up speed and the pounding rhythm felt so good, so right. He tried to think of something non-sexy to prolong the pleasure but it was too late. “Ah, God,” he murmured before he shattered.

  Shards of heat and light pierced his body as he exploded, shooting his seed into the condom. Stream after stream pulsed forward and he rode the wave until he was spent and supremely satisfied.

  He leaned forward and kissed the back of Reilly’s neck. “Damn, baby.”

  His lover threw his head back and their lips met for a passionate kiss.

  When they finally parted, Wynn glanced at him in the mirror.

  Reilly was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “That was awesome.”

  “Tell me.” Wynn teased, and slowly pulled his cock out. Holding the rubber, he walked to the trash bin and tossed it away, then used some tissue to clean himself up.

  He swiped another wad down the line of Reilly’s crack to clean him up, then threw it into the john before flushing.

  Reilly turned to face him, sliding his arms around Wynn’s waist. “Come here and kiss me. Help me decide how I’m going to come for our first time together.”

  “Mmm,” Wynn obliged, and pulled apart long enough to whisper, “I could suck your sweet cock, or you could fuck my ass. You name your pleasure.”

  “Both please. Why don’t we start with a nice blow job? Then once we’ve both gotten our second wind we can hit the sheets for another ride. I like missionary style so I can play with your cock while I’m fucking you.”

  “Oh yeah, I like that, too.” Wynn kissed down Reilly’s chest, intrigued by his shiny red hair. He’d never seen it up close before, and found the pale skin and red wisps sexy as hell. He kissed, licked and nibbled his way down until he was on his knees. Finding exactly what he wanted waiting for him, he studied the long, thick shaft with its bulbous head and weeping tip. He could easily have devoured the beast but tried to show a modicum of self-control. Flicking a creamy pearl of pre-cum from the slit, Wynn smacked his lips. “More, please.”

  Reilly chuckled and le
aned back against the counter. “Take all you want. It’s just for you, baby.” He ran his hands over Wynn’s head and through his hair.

  Wynn began sucking in earnest, alternating cupping the tight balls with stroking Reilly’s perineum. He closed his eyes and relaxed his throat so the shaft slipped in farther. When the head touched the back of his throat, he heard Reilly moan.

  Wynn began to pump, his face bobbing on the slick cock. Reilly gripped his head with one hand the counter with the other, and Wynn could tell he was close. Another couple of deep thrusts and he felt the shift of Reilly’s sac as he exploded.

  “Oh yeah!” Reilly groaned, his hand still holding Wynn’s head in place.

  Wynn wasn’t going anywhere. He milked the thick rod until the last drop had been devoured. When Reilly finally released his head he gave the tip a few more sucks for good measure.

  He climbed to his feet and Reilly drew him into his arms.

  “That was the best. Thank you.” He kissed Wynn and they were soon batting tongues again.

  Reilly pulled back and ran a hand through Wynn’s hair. “Tell me you don’t have to go anywhere tonight. I’d love it if you stayed.”

  “I could probably stay. I’d just need to wake up early enough to run home and change before work.”

  “We can manage that. Do you want a beer or some water? I’m going to go let Gus in.”

  Wynn thought about the dog. “He doesn’t sleep in here, does he?”

  Reilly grinned. “Performance anxiety? No, he sleeps on his bed in my office. Crazy pooch snores.”

  “Okay then. I’ve just never done anything in front of a dog and it feels kind of voyeuristic.”

  Laughing all the way to the kitchen, Reilly called back, “Beer or water?”

  “Beer,” Wynn answered and went to throw back the covers on the bed. Making his way through a mountain of pillows, he settled in and covered himself when the dog came bounding into the room. “Hey, Gus.”

  Gus stood on his hind legs to sniff Wynn’s hand.

  “Out!” Reilly hollered as he returned with two bottles.