Italian Dinner

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Italian Dinner
Chapter Five

~*~

Three hours after I had let Julian in through the front door, I found myself lying on my back in the middle of the living room floor, lip-locked with Julian and my crotch going crazy.

How did that happen, you ask? Well we had dinner and a little bit of wine, and then after a half hour of nothing but conversation, I cleared the table, made tea and we shared the chocolates that he brought. And shortly after we had finished the last of the chocolates and the coffee was cold, I had looked over at Julian and he was suddenly in my lap and kissing me.

And I was not about to let this opportunity go to waste. Julian tasted like honey tea and red wine and dark chocolate and as soon as I started kissing him I couldn't stop.

But of course, right on que, Julian's tongue was down my throat and the phone started to ring.

At first I was going to ignore it, since Julian had the fierce determination to keep me pinned to the floor and I had absolutely no desire to stop him, but when the phone rang four times a voice started nagging me in the back of my mind. Hello, Adrian, where the fuck did you go this morning?

I pulled from the kiss, gasping to catch my breath, and realized that the phone call was probably about the murder that morning in Hollywood. I looked in the direction towards the kitchen, where the phone was still screaming at me to be picked up, and I looked back up at Julian, who was looking at me expectedly.

"I gotta take that, it might be important." I said, pushing myself up but pecking Julian's lips before standing up completely. "Don't move."

Julian smiled in a playful boyish way that made my crotch tingle, and with a quick smile I raced to the kitchen to pick up the phone on the counter.

"Adrian Black," I said in the phone as I pressed it into my ear.

An irritated grunt on the other end followed by the sound of sloppy chewing could only mean one person. Swanson.

"Finally! What the fuck were you doing? It rang like five times!" another irritated groan, annoyed, and the sound of an office chair shifting. "We got some more info concerning our friend Cyclops from this morning. Possible suspect, but nothing to point to a motive."

I shifted my legs, trying to distract myself from the erection in my pants that was slowly growing. "Well what did you find out?"

"The room's rented out to some geezer named Charles Stoneworth, a high-profile lawyer. I think he was the one that represented that butcher serial killer couple years ago, right? Wasn't he...ah I guess you wouldn't know that..."

As Swanson droned on, and the sound of shuffling paperwork came through the earpiece of the telephone, I looked over my shoulder into the living room to peek at Julian, who was standing up, smoothing out the wrinkles in his faded designer blue jeans, his back turned to me, wriggling just a little.

I couldn't help but smile, and again came the tingle in my crotch so I had to look away. At this point Swanson had found whatever shit he was calling me about.

"Yeah, so anyway I sent one of the guys to ring him up and bring him in for questioning, but we'll need to be back at the scene tomorrow following any statements so I expect you to be here by at least 7:30-"

I peeked over my shoulder again as Swanson talked into my ear. Julian was standing up, watching me from the living room, and slowly undoing the buttons on his gorgeous silk gray shirt that he was wearing from the bottom up, so with every button undone, I slowly got to see the milky skin of his belly, flat and hairless and creamy enough to eat.

I had my mouth hanging open when Swanson started to yell at me on the phone. "BLACK! Are you fucking listening to me?!"

I hastened to straighten myself and looked away from Julian's irresistible striptease happening in my living room, and tried to direct my concentration away from the burning in my pants. "Yes sir, sorry sir. I'll be in first thing in the morning."

"Yeah, well you better be." and with that, a slam on the receiver, so loud I held the earpiece away from me for a moment after it happened, and then put the phone down, frowning. Surly bastard.

I sighed and turned towards the living room, where Julian was standing watching me with his shirt undone and hanging open, torturing me with the sight of his creamy lithe body. I approached him, stopping at the open doorway so I could simply stare at him.

He ran a hand through his combed blond hair, and looked at me with big brown eyes. "Who was that on the phone?" he asked.

I wanted to tear his shirt off him, have a taste of that skin. As I stood there looking at it, I couldn't believe it was truly real.

"Oh just some guy from the...office..." Was I drooling? Yeah I might have been drooling.

Julian's smile faded just a little, and he shifted himself so he stood up straight. "Do you have to...go in?"

Mentally I laughed my ass off. Nothing, not even if the police station blew up at that precise moment, nothing would tear me away from this. So I shook my head and walked towards him. "Nah, just covering what needs to be done tomorrow."

Julian let out a little sigh and relief and smiled, and then he came up to me and put his hands up about my neck, touching my jawbone, fingers caressing my cheeks and touching my hair. He was short on me so his forehead only touched my chin and he pressed against me, not looking up at me. I hooked my arms around his skinny waist, pulling him in just a little closer.

"Adrian..." he breathed, but I realized he wasn't going to say anything more. He looked up at me and kissed me, looping his arms around my neck, and I kissed him back, suddenly reminded of his taste. His sweet, honey-like taste and as I kissed him, I had a longing to put my tongue in his mouth and touch his, see if it tasted just as good.

Julian broke the kiss, sighed again, and rested his forehead against my lips. "Adrian..."

I knew what he wanted. I nodded, smiling. "Let's go into the bedroom."

~*~

Unfortunately, things didn't go exactly as I had hoped.

We went into the bedroom and couldn't keep our hands off each other, tearing at each other's clothes and tumbling over each other and falling on my bed. I had a taste of Julian's neck and his collarbone, my favourite places on the human body, and he tasted sweet everywhere. However, as I was standing up on my knees, and Julian sitting underneath me undid my jeans and fluidly undid the zipper, I had a bit of a panic attack.

I could feel his breath hot on me as he pulled down my jeans and then my shorts. My breath hitched as I realized what he was going to do. I bit into my lower lip and closed my eyes as I felt his tongue on me, licking me as if I were a lollipop and he were a greedy toddler eager for my taste. I felt his fingers move up and down the sides of my thighs and then behind me to touch my ass, and with his tongue he guided me into his mouth and I let out a long, deep moan.

With my eyes closed I moaned his name, and he took me into his mouth completely, and I threaded my fingers through his soft blond hair. His hands held my hips as he sucked me, slipping me in and out of his mouth, and I let my head fall back as he continued, sucking me hard and then slowly, wrapping his tongue around me, moaning in his throat.

I swallowed tightly as Julian sat back, licking his lips, as he stood up on his knees and leaned forward to kiss me.

Of course it was that moment where as he leaned in, I leaned back. My dick had just been in his mouth.

Julian stared at me, concerned. "What's the matter?"

I opened my mouth to spew something ugly at him. I was not in the mind to stick my tongue in the mouth that was just sucking me off. But I refrained, remembering that I was supposed to be a gay marital lawyer, and I had gotten this far, he must have believed I was being truthful. And then I looked down at him, saw that he was naked just as I was, and I freaked.

I sank down and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, leaning forward and gnawing on my fists. Jesus fuck, what the hell was I doing? When had I ever been under the impression that I could just do this and be fine with it? What the hell.

Julian was worried. He put a hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eye as much he could. "Adrian? Are you okay?"

What was I going to tell him? If I backed out now, what would he do? Would he flip out? If I upset him and he refused to see me again, I'd have blown the case. But if I did this...if I had sex with another man...

"Adrian?"

I sucked in a breath. No, I couldn't back out now. I couldn't ruin how far I had gotten. But perhaps I could dodge around it a bit. So I sighed and touched Julian's hand, even though I just wanted to curl up under my covers and lay there for days and forget Julian ever existed.

"I've never done this before..." was the only thing I could muster, refusing to look at him. "I just...need to go a little slow."

There was a pause, and I was sure that I had offended Julian. His hand slipped off my shoulder and I felt him shift behind me, like he was going to slip into his clothes and go stomping home and refuse to even let me back in his uncle's building so that I could explain myself and further extend the damage of the lie I was living.

To my surprise, however, Julian linked his long white arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder. His skin was nice and cool. "We'll go slow." he agreed. "It's probably best."

It was with those words that I remembered the abusive relationship Julian had been in the previous year that Henderson told me about. I sighed and held to his forearm with my hand. I wasn't ready to do this, and Julian was damaged. If all we did was sit here and hold each other, he was right, it was probably best.

~*~

Of course that wasn't what just happened. Eventually, after we were both sick of just sitting and holding each other, we got under the covers after putting on our shorts and resumed kissing, which was fine. I was comfortable kissing him, having gotten over the initial shock of kissing the mouth that sucked me off. I tried to shove it to the back of my mind where I knew I would forget about it, and of course I did, and when Julian asked if he could do it again, what he did before, I didn't stop him, and underneath the covers he slid down my body and took me into his mouth again.

I laid back and writhed. I can't deny I enjoyed it. In fact I loved it. Where my ex-wife had been clumsy with her method of blowjobs - not to mention the fact that she never ever sucked me to orgasm - Julian was a man and knew exactly what to do, how to spoil me, where to lick and how to drag his tongue, and he was only sucking me for five minutes until I came. Before then there was plenty of grabbing the sheets and holding his head at my crotch and writhing. It felt damn good, and after I climaxed Julian took his time kissing my skin on his way back up to stick his tongue in my mouth.

I was exhausted and at 12:32am neither of us discussed whether or not Julian was going to stay the night. Instead we just continued to kiss each other, until he cuddled up against me and nestled his head under my chin. I held him for a few moments and closed my eyes, and when I opened them again it was morning and the sun was streaming in through the curtains. Julian was still asleep and nestled against me with the sun on him, he was beautiful.

He was warm, and I was glad that we had never actually had sex. I just wasn't ready for it. And perhaps, if I was lucky, we would be able to convict the Consolata family of murder or anything that broke the law before I had to make the relationship more physical.

Poor Julian. Here he was thinking he had found a great guy who wasn’t going to hit him or pressure him into anything...and all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole somewhere and die.

~*~

I got to the station three hours later then planned and got an earful from Swanson, surprise surprise. The only reason I was late was because I dropped Julian off at the office where he had a change of work clothes, and he wouldn't let me go without a kiss. We didn't make plans because I was in a rush but he said he'd call after his meeting with his uncle and their lawyers, and that sounded fine.

Honestly I wanted to be invited to sit in and get a look at Santo Consolata, but I wasn't so I went to the station.

As soon as I walked in. "Black! What the fuck, where the hell have you been? I told you to be here first thing!"

What the hell could I say? I'm sorry, chief, I was up late last night having my dick sucked by the Consolata boy who made me cum twice and I was exhausted when I got up this morning, therefore I couldn't make it in for 7:30.

But what could I say? "I'm sorry, Swanson. Something came up."

Luckily he was already yelling at someone else so I could steal away to my desk and put my tie on and blink the damned sleep from my eyes, not to mention down a bottle of Peptol Bismal from the cupboard to ease the rising chunks in my throat.

"You're up shit creek." Henderson said when I sat down, from behind his LA Times. "You know we're questioning a potential suspect about Cyclops today."

"Yeah, yeah..."

Ten minutes go by and Swanson tells us to get our bony asses to interrogation, so we do. Henderson hands me the file, which I only skim through.

"What was this guy's name again?"

"Charles something or other." Henderson said as we were walking to interrogation. "He was that attorney that defended the uh...that butcher serial killer. Remember? Remember that- ah you weren't here, never mind."

I was checking out the report as we walked. Sure enough the guy had paid for the room with his MASTERCARD. But who was Cyclops then and what was he doing in this room. And did this lawyer kill him and plead ignorant?

"Who's questioning him?"

"Fielback."

Ah, Jason Fielback, nice guy and a good cop. Would not want him asking me questions during an interrogation.

"When did we get this guy?"

"We had to go to the grim and find out where he was. Some lunch meeting, so we hauled him in."

I smirked. I enjoyed when people were pulled from engagements to talk to the police, despite the fact I'd be angry if it happened to me.

We arrived at interrogation. There's Fielback shouting so we go into the quiet room to watch the interview from behind the two-way mirror.

Soon as I see this guy, this Charles Stoneworth...

"Jesus Christ..."

It was coke-bottles from the Consolata case! The one there at the meeting that Julian asked me to sit in. Suddenly I was very, very glad to be behind that glass.

Fielback had the file in front of him. "We sir, you didn't know the nameless at all?"

Coke-Bottles, well, Charles, was very indignant. Interrogating lawyers sucked because they were all too familiar with what they could and couldn't answer. "If I knew his name, it might be helpful."

"I already told you we haven't been able to identify him, but you've seen his photo-"

"I told you I see dozens of new faces everyday, I won't remember him if I saw him once."

Fielback was getting exasperated. You could tell when he rubbed the edge of his receding hairline. "Mr. Stoneworth, all I"m asking is if you didn't know the deceased, how is it that the room is paid under you card? It is highly suspicious, you could be tried with conspiracy to murder."

Coke-Bottles only glared. "Don't you dare insinuate that I had any part of this!"

"All I'm saying is-"

"Check the records, Officer Fielback. I phoned my credit card company to have that card cancelled. That was three days before it was used to pay for that room! It was stolen, no other explanation."

Fielback dropped his head, defeated. Damn lawyers.

"What do you think, think he's lying?" Henderson asked, crossing his arms.

I studied Coke-Bottles from behind the glass, chewing on my lower lip. "If he's high profile, its not likely he'll lie and suggest looking at paperwork. But if he called three days ago to cancel the card, it would have taken less than 24 hours to have it completely cancelled."

Yep, Coke-Bottles was lying.

"Better check with MASTERCARD." Henderson said, nodding.

"Agreed."

The door slammed open just as Fielback went into another line of questions. Henderson and I jumped and Swanson filled the doorway with his bloated, angry red face glaring right at me.

"Black! Get in my office, I wanna talk to you."

I looked at Henderson hesitantly, who saluted with two fingers as if to say, "good luck man". And off I went away from the interrogation and followed Swanson to his office.

~*~

"What's up chief?" I asked as I sat down in one of the leather chairs in front of Swanson's office. He's got a grew view of the city scape, and this time of day downtown looks incredible.

Swanson flopped into his chair and double-clicked on the mouse of his computer to quit out of the Playboy screen saver bouncing off and on the black screen. "What have you got so far on the Consolata case?"

Hmm...should I tell Swanson that Coke-Bottles was an attorney for the Consolatas? Was there any reason not to? "As it turns out, this Stoneworth is a lawyer looking after the lawsuit against the family."

Swanson's eyes bulged as though he'd had a heart attack. "Are you fucking with me?"

I shook my head. "No sir."

"Well get in there with Fielback and question him!"

"I can't, sir. He thinks I'm romantically involved with Ju- the youngest Consolata boy."

Swanson groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay then...first impressions. Would he kill someone?"

I shook my head again. "I don't think he'd take the risk sir."

"What about murder for the family?"

"I don't think they would risk to draw that kind of attention. Not now with this lawsuit."

And I believed that. I didn't think even Matteo, as dark and evil-looking as he was, would risk having someone whacked while they were in the middle of a frivolous lawsuit. And Coke-Bottles didn't look the type to kill without conscience and make art with the body over a shower rod.

Swanson sighed. Lack of progress makes him more disappointed than angry. "Well, regarding that then, what's the status on that?"

"Slow." I fibbed. "This kid has some trust issues."

"Hmm." Swanson mused in his throat. "But you are going to the annual fund-raiser at the Patina, yes?"

The annual what at the what what?

"Don't you read the papers!" Swanson bellowed, already having figured that I didn't exactly know what he was talking about. "Patina is the venue for the fund-raiser and all the Consolata’s are going to take donations from their more considerable clients. It was announced this morning."

This was news. Julian hadn't even hinted about anything like a fund-raiser. "Julian didn't mention it, he probably didn't realize."

"Well either way make sure you're at this fund-raiser. Lot of suspicious activity occurs after this fund-raiser every year."

I nodded. "Sure thing sir."

"Now get back to Stoneworth, see what you can see." and he waved at me, which meant for me to get the hell out of his sight.

~*~

Interrogation was empty when I got back. I walked back to the desk and Henderson was doing a crossword puzzle while eating what looked and smelled like a chili dog.

"Where'd Stoneworth go?" I asked.

"Couldn't hold him." Henderson said, shrugging. "And we can't drag him back until we get that credit card statement. Fielback's on the phone with MASTERCARD."'

I let in a deep breath and let it out at once, my shoulders sagging. "Swell."

~*~

I got home late, hungry and tired, and checked my answering machine. No messages, Julian hadn’t called, and he hadn’t called my cell phone either. But that was fine. I could stand being just me for a night.

I went into my bedroom and observed my messy bed, remembering what had happened the night before.

I was in over my head, and I knew it. Last night basically proved I didn’t have the nerve to have sex with a man, even if it was in the line of duty, and just how long could I go on deceiving Julian? Til we took in Santo for a murder charge?

That night I slept on the couch. I just couldn’t face the bed. It still felt warm of him.

~*~

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