by Jenna Byrnes
“He’s pretty upset. We’re at St. Luke’s Hospital in the emergency waiting room. I hate to ask, but do you think you could come get him? I’ve got to get statements from the kids and this isn’t the best place for him to be right now.”
“Of course. St. Luke’s, that’s the older hospital, isn’t it?” She clucked her tongue. “We’ll be there, but it’ll take twenty or thirty minutes.”
Wynn sighed, in no mood to put up with her snobby attitude. It’s probably best just to hang up. “Thanks, Syd.” He punched buttons on his phone and placed another call to his chief.
“Kern,” his boss answered.
“Chief, it’s Fahey. One of the ODs just died. A thirteen-year-old kid, name of Ben Baxter.”
“Son of a bitch,” the chief muttered. “How are the other two?”
“Sam Robinson is stable. We’ve had no news on the third, a boy by the name of Jesse Morgan. Everyone is understandably pretty upset here. Mel and I will try to get statements, but I’m not sure how much luck we’ll have tonight.”
“Try, but don’t push it. If you have to wait until morning, then so be it. I’m not going to call Dix until morning, either. We’ll bring Homicide on board and prosecute these scumbags to the fullest extent of the law.”
“Agreed.”
“I want a list of everybody at that party. We’ll let Taylor and Mathes talk to those kids and their parents. Someone knows who sells drugs at that school. Everyone might not know, but some of them sure as hell do.”
“I think you’re right. They’re scared tonight. Hopefully by tomorrow some of them will be ready to talk to us.”
“Put the fear of God into them, Fahey. The kids and the parents. Make them think you’re doing them a favor by not dragging them down to the station to take their statements.”
“Yes, sir. We could really use a break, here.”
“That third boy needs to pull through. The ones who OD’d on the drugs should be the most willing to talk to us.”
“You’d think. But my kid says Jesse Morgan smokes weed, so right now I’d say he’s our most likely suspect to have had contact with the dealers. I’m really hoping he makes it. For the obvious reasons, of course, but something in my gut tells me he might know more than anybody.”
“These kids are thirteen?” Kern asked, disbelief in his voice. “Damn it, Fahey. When I was thirteen I was putting together models of cars.”
“And huffing the model glue?”
“Hell no!”
Fahey chuckled. “Times have changed, boss. It’s a whole new world out there.”
“Makes me sad, Fahey.”
“I know, right?” Wynn was already feeling melancholy. His chief wasn’t making things any better.
“How’s your boy holding up?”
“He’s okay. His mother’s on the way to pick him up. I figured I’d be working the rest of the night.”
“I’d rather see you and Riggs go home and catch a few hours of shut-eye. We’ll need you fresh in the morning if we’re going to nail these bastards. I’ll alert Taylor and Mathes to be expecting your call in the morning.”
“You’ve got it, Chief. Talk to you tomorrow.” Wynn disconnected and pocketed his phone. He turned back to Connor, who was wiping his face. “You hanging in there?”
“Yeah. Do I really have to go with Mom? She’s gonna be all over my ass about this.”
Wynn sighed. “Give her a break, Con. She’ll be upset, sure. We all are. Getting mouthy with her won’t help or accomplish anything.”
“I know.” Connor put his head on Wynn’s shoulder and gripped his arm.
Wynn turned his face to nuzzle the boy’s tousled hair. “We’ll get through this, kid. I’m not saying it’ll be easy, but somehow, we’ll get through. Just do your best to mind your mom, and call me if you need to talk. I’m never too busy to take your call. Remember that.”
“I will.” He tightened his grasp on Wynn’s arm.
Wynn longed for the time he could chase the monster out from under his son’s bed and make everything okay. He’d been Con’s superhero back then. He missed those days.
Reilly approached with a sad smile for Con. “You doing okay, Connor?”
“Hey, Mr. O’Keefe. I’ve been better. But we’ll get through this.” He glanced at Wynn. “Dad, you know Mr. O’Keefe, my English teacher?”
Wynn gazed at Reilly. “We’ve met. Hey, Mr. O’Keefe.”
“Detective Fahey.” Reilly didn’t look pissed anymore, just sad and tired.
Wynn felt the same way. He hadn’t meant to insult Reilly, his nerves were just on edge. And with everything that was going on, he couldn’t begin to think about where their relationship stood. But right then, he knew that wasn’t ready for it to be over before it had truly gotten started. “It was nice of you to be here for the kids. Con’s mother is coming to pick him up. I’m going to encourage everyone who doesn’t have a vested interest in being here to go on home. We’ll know more about the other boys tomorrow.”
Reilly nodded. “I hope you’ll be able to get some sleep. Tomorrow could be a long day.”
Wynn smiled. “I don’t think much sleep is in the cards. I might do some exercise to help me unwind.”
“Sometimes I exercise in the middle of the night, too. It can do wonders.”
Connor rubbed his face on Wynn’s sleeve. “You two are crazy. I just want to sleep. Exercise is the last thing on my mind.”
Wynn nuzzled his head again. “That’s good, buddy. I hope you can sleep. It’d be the best thing for you.” He gazed at Reilly and winked.
The teacher gave a small smile, but wiped it off his face quickly.
Sydney arrived a short while later, her husband Derrick in tow. “Connor!” She tried to hug the boy but he shrank into Wynn’s arm.
Wynn reached for him and squeezed his shoulders. “Remember what we talked about, buddy. Everyone needs to go home and get some sleep, now. I’m going to work the case, and I’ll call you tomorrow when I can. But if you need me, call any time. Okay?”
“Okay.” Connor hugged his neck.
Relishing the tightest hug he’d gotten from his kid in ages, Wynn squeezed back then pressed a noisy kiss to Con’s forehead. When he pulled back, Con was smiling. He passed him over to Sydney. “Thanks for coming, Syd. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Get these slimeballs,” Derrick said to him before they led Connor away.
“Yeah, you got it,” Wynn muttered, not wanting to take even the most obvious piece of advice from Syd’s husband.
Before he had a chance to talk with Reilly alone, Mel returned. “The doctor just came out and spoke to the Morgans. Jesse should make it, but his condition is still iffy. Time will tell. We won’t be able to speak with either boy until morning.”
“Okay, so the chief wants us to catch some Zs and start fresh tomorrow. He’s spoken with Jeff and Beck. They’ll interview the other party-goers and their parents. He wants us to beat every bush and shake every tree. Something’s liable to fall out. The boss even mentioned getting Dix and the Homicide crew involved.”
Mel nodded. “This has developed into serious business I’m glad he’s giving us some help.” She glanced around. “For tonight, do you think we should send some of these people home? The Baxters left. The Morgans and the Robinsons are with their sons. No one else needs to hang out. I believe it’s time for some privacy.”
Reilly smiled. “It’s easy to tell you two are partners. Wynn just said the same thing a few minutes ago. I’ll help, if you like. I’ll speak with Principal Andrews and we’ll suggest everyone go on home.”
“Thank you.” Wynn touched his arm briefly, then pulled his hand away. He wanted to say so much more, but once again, this wasn’t the time or place.
In the next few minutes the teacher and the principal convinced everyone to take off, while Mel and Wynn spoke with the nursing staff and advised them they’d be back in the morning for statements. It took longer than Wynn had expected, and when they ret
urned to the waiting room, everyone was gone.
He looked for Reilly but didn’t see him. It was two a.m. He was tired, but he wasn’t that tired. “I’ll walk you to your car,” he told Mel.
She stretched and yawned. “Remember what I said about us taking the high schools versus Jeff and Beck taking the colleges, and how we got the better end of the deal?”
He smiled sadly. “Yeah.”
“I was wrong. Dead wrong.” Mel sighed. “Morning is going to come awfully early.”
“I say we give ourselves an extra hour. Why don’t we meet back here at nine?”
Mel reached her car and nodded. “I won’t have trouble falling asleep. If I’m lucky, I’ll dream about that hunky teacher, Reilly O’Keefe.” She smiled and batted her eyelashes before climbing into her car.
“Night,” he called, feeling a little guilty. He needed to tell her Reilly wasn’t available, but he just couldn’t handle one more thing tonight.
The drive to Reilly’s was quick with no traffic in the wee hours. He pulled into the driveway and as if on cue, the garage door opened. Wynn smiled and exited his car, locking it. Walking into the garage, he tossed his keys in the air and caught them. He suddenly had his second wind.
Reilly opened the door to the house and lowered the big door at the same time. “Hi.”
“Hey.” Wynn stepped into the house.
Gus barked once then backed off when he saw who it was.
“Hi, Gus.” Wynn patted the dog’s head. “Go back to sleep, boy.” He stood upright and gazed at Reilly. “I’m sorry about what I said. The night was just too much for me, I guess.”
Reilly responded by pulling Wynn into his arms and pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. “I know. And as usual, I was pushing forward at full steam when I needed to relax and let things happen naturally.”
“We good?” Wynn asked, his cock pulsing.
“Oh yeah. And I love that you chose to come here instead of going home and getting some much-needed rest.”
Wynn nuzzled behind Reilly’s ear. “Lying next to you is the most restful thing I could think of. I didn’t want to be alone tonight. I wanted to hold you, and feel you holding me back.”
“Then let’s go. Because I want that more than anything.” Reilly smiled and led him down the hallway. When they reached the bedroom he looked back at Gus and said, “Go to sleep, boy.” He closed the door and turned around to face Wynn. “And you, just relax. I want you to lie back and let me love you.” He unbuttoned Wynn’s shirt and ran both hands over his chest and shoulder, shoving the fabric off.
“Sounds good to me,” Wynn agreed. He kicked out of his shoes and socks as Reilly unfastened his jeans, and pushed them down with his boxers.
Reilly leaned in to nuzzle his neck, then captured one nipple between his teeth.
Wynn groaned as the sharp bite of pain caused his cock to twitch. “Hey! I thought you said ‘no pain’.”
“I said ‘no serious pain’. Humor me tonight. If you don’t like it, I won’t do it again.”
“I like it already. Go ahead.”
“My kind of guy.” Reilly switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. He then flicked it with his tongue before sucking the bud into a firm peak. He finally turned Wynn loose and instructed, “Toss back those covers, will you? Lie down for me.”
More than happy to oblige, Wynn did as directed and settled onto the mattress, spreading his legs as his cock bobbed freely.
Reilly stripped and stood at the foot of the bed, studying Wynn as he stroked his own shaft from base to tip.
“Bring that here and I’ll take over,” Wynn suggested, licking his lips.
“Not this time. You get to watch.” He rubbed the drop of pre-cum from his slit against Wynn’s leg, then removed a foil packet and lube from the nightstand drawer. He settled on his side between Wynn’s legs and licked the tender skin of his inner thighs.
“Aw, God,” Wynn muttered as his erection throbbed.
“Sexy guy,” Reilly kissed and caressed Wynn’s flesh, then sucked firmly and made a hickey on the back of one thigh.
Wynn groaned. The torment was too delicious. He might shoot before Reilly ever got around to touching his cock. “Need you,” he managed to get out between panting breaths.
“Mmm, I’m going to give you everything you need, baby, and more. Just relax and let me have my way with you. The last thing I’m going to do is to grease my rod and fill your hot, tight ass. Then, just before I blow, I’ll jack your cock until you give it up.”
“Yes, please.” Wynn’s voice was raspy and his tone sounded dangerously close to begging. And he didn’t give a shit. He wasn’t above begging for a climax if Reilly’s teasing went on too long.
“I know what you want.” Reilly drew the head of Wynn’s cock between his lips and sucked. He pulled back enough to murmur, “You want me to suck this bad boy off until you come. I’d normally love to do that, but I don’t want you to come that fast. You need to sweat it out a little longer. Work for it. It’ll be worth it in the end.” He circled the tip and dragged his tongue through Wynn’s slit. “Of course, by that time I’ll be deep inside your end. My new favorite place to be.”
Reilly spread Wynn’s ass cheeks and nuzzled his hole.
Wynn’s eyes rolled back in his head. He’d enjoyed a rim job on occasion but—sweet Jesus!—no one had ever done anything like what Reilly was now doing with his tongue. Pressing the organ into Wynn’s ass, working it past the tight outer ring… Wynn gasped.
He was so close to coming he could taste it. “Please,” he mumbled.
Reilly drew back. “Please stop?”
“Oh, God no!” Wynn shuddered when the tongue invaded his ass again. One or two tugs on his shaft and he’d spray all over the sheets. He nearly reached for his cock himself.
“Patience, lover,” Reilly murmured and sucked another noisy hickey on the back of Wynn’s other thigh.
“Ouch!” Wynn jumped. The pleasure-pain combo was powerful and more erotic than anything he’d ever experienced.
“Marking my territory.” Reilly chuckled. “Did the big bad detective really just say ‘ouch’?”
“Fuck yeah, and if you tell anyone I’ll have to deny it.”
“I’ll never tell.” He sucked Wynn’s heavy ball sac into his mouth. “God, you’re shuddering, baby. And working up a sweat.”
“Need you,” Wynn muttered again, barely conscious. He felt like he was floating, and he never wanted to come down to earth again.
“Tell me what you need,” Reilly coaxed it out of him. “Tell me exactly what you want, right now.”
“Fuck me—hard—and take me with you when you go.”
“It’s like you were reading my mind.” Reilly donned a condom then squirted lube into his hand, greasing his shaft along with Wynn’s hole. He lay on his side behind Wynn and kicked one of Wynn’s legs over his. Then, with steady force, eased his cock into Wynn’s ass with a smooth, steady motion.
Wynn’s groan was low and throaty.
Reilly chuckled and wrapped his arms around Wynn’s stomach from behind. He latched on to one shoulder and sucked as he fucked with precise intensity.
The rhythmic, steady pummeling was nearly more than Wynn could bear. “Need to come,” he gasped.
“Play with yourself,” Reilly commanded.
Wynn grabbed his cock and tugged. A long, slow moan escaped and it took a moment before he realized it’d come from him.
Reilly reached down, covering Wynn’s hand with his own, and jacked the leaking erection firmly. “Come on, sugar. Spray my hand with your spunk so I can lick it up.”
Still gasping, Wynn stroked a few more times. Close. So close.
“Just say the word, lover-boy. I’m going to fill the latex in your ass whenever you give the order.” Reilly found a different spot and sucked, marking his skin with at least the fourth hickey of the night.
Wynn shattered. “Now,” he ground out as he covered both their hand
s with hot seed.
Reilly gripped his hip and plunged deep two, three, four more times before he blew. Groaning and swearing, he filled the rubber, judging by the heat in Wynn’s ass.
They rocked together as one, slowly, precisely and passionately.
Wynn swiped an errant tear from his cheek and hoped Reilly hadn’t seen it.
His lover began kissing his face where the tear had been. He’d seen it, but had enough grace not to mention it. Reilly raised his hand and began licking the warm spunk off as he’d promised, keeping his gaze glued to Wynn’s.
Wynn sighed. The events of the evening had taken their toll. If he’d been home he might have curled up in a ball and let it out. This way was much, much better. He pressed his face toward Reilly’s lips and murmured, “Just to clarify, I think we are.”
Reilly brushed a thumb across Wynn’s cheek. “We are what, baby?”
Wynn smiled. “Together. I think we’re together.”
Grinning, Reilly placed a light kiss on his mouth. “Of course we are. Life is just a little crazy right now. When things calm down, we’ll have more time to figure everything out.”
Wynn nuzzled his cheek. “I like the way you think. In fact, I like the way you do just about everything.”
“And I like how you keep me grounded. My first reaction is to freak out about stuff. When I’m with you, I don’t have to worry. You’re calm and laid-back, which is amazing. Perfect. Just what I need.”
Wynn chuckled. “My ex-wife said that my being laid-back was a character flaw.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Your only character flaw was choosing that woman to be your wife. Seriously, Wynn. You’re strong and sexy and your confidence turns me on. At the same time, it comforts and relaxes me.”
“Mmm, you’re incredible when you’re relaxed. God damn, Reilly. Your cock fills me up perfectly.” He captured the handsome man’s mouth in a kiss that quickly deepened. They batted tongues back and forth until they were forced to separate so Reilly could grab the used rubber.
“Stay there. I’ll get a washcloth and be right back.”
Wynn smiled. “Thanks, sexy.” He closed his eyes and snuggled into the pillow. He felt Reilly’s hands and the warm rag cleaning his body. He remembered Reilly slipping back into bed behind him and throwing the covers over them both. Then he was out.
