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Blue Ecstasy Chapter Nine

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Chapter eight is here

Blue Ecstasy

Chapter Nine

Justin was dancing. He was faking the high but that wasn’t difficult. Smooth rippled torsos and loud thumping music were enough to make him happy. He tried to remain alert. He was pretty sure that Morrison had not invited him here just for the drinks.

He turned to dance with someone when Morrison slid between them. His arms rested on Justin’s shoulders and Justin resisted the urge to push them off. He smiled up at him instead.

“Having a good time?”

Justin nodded.

The building was an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Not too far, actually, from Brian’s building, but far enough that all the buildings surrounding it were seedy, run down, and many closed down completely.

Justin danced, watching and waiting for something to give him an opportunity. He eventually moved to get a bottle of water from a makeshift bar that had been set up in the corner. Morrison joined him.

“Glad you could make it.”

Justin nodded and drank his water. Morrison offered him a bump but he shook his head.

“You’ve got a lot of friends.”

Morrison shrugged. “More like acquaintances.”

“You’ve got a lot of acquaintances.”

“It’s a part of the business.”

“They’re all customers?”

Morrison smiled and Justin bit back the instinct to punch him. He’d had an odd day already and was feeling unsettled about the way he’d left things with Brian. Morrison being coy was not helping the situation.

“A lot of them work for me.”

“Shit, you have runners in every club in town?”

“Something like that.”

“You know, I was thinking…”

Morrison kissed his temple, “you shouldn’t do that, you’ll get wrinkles” and walked away.

Justin decided that now would be a good time to leave. Punching the fucker seemed counterproductive and yet, he knew it would be gratifying. He started heading towards the door when a fat guy, easily three hundred pounds, grabbed his arm. Justin tried to pull away and realized the man wasn’t fat… he was a brick fucking wall. “What?”

“Someone wants to see you.”

“I’m leaving.”

The man just shook his head and Justin wished he’d brought his gun.


Brian didn’t go home. He went to the station to see if he could find out anything about Daniel, formerly known as Annoying Man.

He was pulling up information that was getting him nowhere when he felt a presence behind him. He turned. It was Billy. Brian glared at him and Billy looked nervous.

“What do you want?”

“I um…”

Brian quirked an eyebrow and waited a moment. When Billy didn’t seem ready to share anything else he turned his back to him and returned to his work.

“I wanted to get in touch with Justin.”

Brian didn’t turn around. “You two didn’t exchange addresses at summer camp?”

Silence. Brian continued scrolling down the page looking for anything that might help him. They had a lot of information but none of it seemed to be related. He knew they were missing a piece.

“Do you have his phone number?”

Brian sighed. “No. Fuck off.”

“I just…”

Brian did turn around now. “What? What is it you want to tell him? Write it down I’ll pass him the note in study hall.”

“Can you just…” Billy was holding out a piece of paper. “Just ask him to call me.”

Brian took the page and shoved it in his pocket. “I’ll make sure he gets it. Now could you scurry off? I have actual police work to do.”

Billy did indeed scurry and Brian almost laughed but then he came across some interesting information.

There was a Daniel Morrison Manicini. He scrolled further down the page, minor rap sheet, a bunch of juvenile stuff, sixty days in juvenile detention for joy riding, a couple of drug charges and then nothing.

He ran a broader search and scowled at the screen. There was a picture of Annoying Man, identified as Daniel Morrison Manicini, apparently Morrison's cousin, Vinny’s brother’s son.

Brian printed the information, including Daniel’s home address according to the DMV. He was staring at the screen, trying to make this make sense when Horvath called him.

Brian shut Horvath's office door, sat down and propped his feet up on the edge of the man’s desk. Horvath looked at Brian’s feet pointedly but Brian ignored him. “Can I help you?”

“What else have you found out?”

Brian gave him a rundown of what was already in his report; the connection between Morrison, Vinny’s and The Sap. He left out Billy’s desire to talk to Justin and Justin’s stalker being Morrison's cousin.

“You know that family is connected.”

Brian nodded. “Seems that way.”

Horvath was going over Brian’s report. “Not every kid that died went to one of the private schools near a Vinny’s pizza.”

“Did you only hang out with kids from your school? Well, maybe you did. It was before they’d invented the car right?”

Horvath flipped Brian off while he flipped through the pages of the report. “Did you file this officially yet?”

Brian shook his head. “Wanted you to see it first, and you told me to keep the Manicini name out of the records.”

“Where’s Justin?”

Brian shrugged. “It’s his day off. Mine too actually.”

Horvath looked up. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Solving murders?”

“You think it’s murder now?”

“I’m not sure. I know it’s not The Sap.”

“The Sap is getting us nowhere, we’re either going to have to let him go or lock him up.”

“Let him go. He’s harmless.”

“He’s a drug dealer.”

“A harmless drug dealer.”

Horvath shook his head. “Let’s not have this argument again.”

“How’s Debbie holding up?”

“She’s been to two funerals in the past week. How do you think?”

Brian smirked. “How are you holding up?”

“Debbie thinks I can stop her boys from dying and I’m not. How do you think?”

Brian dropped the stress ball he’d been playing with back on Carl’s desk. “I’m going home. I’ll let you know if I find anything else out.”

“Brian, don’t…”

Brian looked back, “don’t what?”

Horvath shook his head. “Never mind, just be careful. Of all her boys, you and Michael, those are the ones she’d never recover from.”

Brian left, closing the door behind him.


Justin let “tiny” as he’d nicknamed him, lead him to a back door. He was pushed through it and it took a moment for his eyes to get used to the bright fluorescent glare after the dark, hazy green ambient light of the main area.

He blinked and then focused and again wished he had his gun with him. Several men, large, with less than friendly faces were sitting on an old orange sofa that had seen better days. Morrison was straddling a chair he’d turned backwards. He whispered something and they laughed.

Then he turned his attention to Justin. “Wanna tell me what the fuck you’re trying to pull?”

Justin remained silent.

“Gone silent? You’re usually so chatty.”

“What do you want?” Justin tried to sound menacing, or angry.

“I want to know why you’re playing the poor little college student when you’re not.”

Justin felt cold sweat run down his back. “Huh?”

“Don’t play dumb. Who are you working for?”

Justin’s stomach knotted. “You.”

“Gary called me. He knows what I’m doing. Did you tell him?”

Morrison stood up; there was a knife in his hand. Justin assessed the angle and his potential escape routes. The only door was blocked by “tiny” who was currently, literally, breathing down his neck. He swallowed and made sure his voice didn’t shake. “Why would I tell Gary?”

“You tell me.”

“I haven’t told anyone anything. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m getting the fuck out of here.” Justin tried to seem casual as he turned to squeeze between “tiny” and the door. The man moved and blocked his path completely.

Justin took a step backwards. Morrison wrapped his hand around Justin's wrist and pulled him forward. The knife was pressed between his shoulder blades. “Tell me who you work for.”


Morrison pushed him forward. “Don’t forget that.”

Justin nodded and “tiny” moved. He opened the door and took a deep breath of the smoky, warm air in the main dance area. He didn’t see much else until he was outside taking in gulps of cool evening air. It was almost midnight. He started walking back towards his apartment.


Brian was trying not to think about the way he and Justin had left things. It wasn’t working. He lit a joint, and gave up on the glass, drinking straight from the bottle while he replayed the last conversation in his head. Why had he admitted he cared?

He couldn’t fault Justin for his response. It was creepy. They’d only known each other for a few weeks. He shouldn’t care this much. He was taking another draw when the door opened. Justin was sweaty and flushed. He moved towards Brian, taking the joint out of his hand, and inhaling deeply while unbuttoning the man’s shirt.

He passed the joint back to Brian and concentrated on Brian’s pants. When the joint was out and they were both naked Justin pushed him back into a chair, his belt hanging over Brian’s shoulder, his mouth on Brian.

Brian wanted to process what was happening but copious amounts of Beam and really good chronic, combined with his partner, currently naked and hard, straddling his lap made focusing difficult. He moved a hand to the small of Justin's back, pulling him closer. Justin was fishing through their pants for a condom. He rolled it over Brian’s cock in record time and impaled himself. Grunting in what Brian had to assume was pleasure. His head higher than Brian's he leaned down for a kiss.


I should have fucking gone home. Whatever, I need something solid and powerful and not scary. Something I can control. I need this. He’s amused, I can tell by his expression. He’s also stoned, and shit… this is good shit. He’s pulling me forward and I find a condom. It hurts. I don’t care. I kiss him. He tastes good. He is good. He’s moving with me. I push my heels against the bar between the legs of the chair and ride him. He’s stroking my cock and oh god, pulling at my nipple ring and I know this was the right thing to do. I’m not sure what Morrison thought. I’m not sure what he thinks. I’ll figure that out when my head is clear. Right now, I just want to come.

I’m moving faster, biting my bottom lip. I feel his lip trace where my teeth are probably leaving marks and I lean my head back. His mouth is on my neck, his teeth scraping my Adam’s apple. I lean almost all the way back, taking him deeper. His arms are around me and that’s the only reason I don’t fall to the ground. He leans forward, his lips skimming my torso. His tongue licking at my navel, and then moving up until he’s flicking my nipple ring again, pulling me forward with him.

His feet are planted on the floor as he pushes into me and I’m grinding down on him and when I come, it’s at the same moment he does, his head back, his face frozen in an expression that might be pain, but isn’t.

We’re sweaty and his arms are wrapped tightly around me, his face pressed against my chest. His hands move and then stop. Fuck.


I feel him come across my stomach and his own as I come. Then I’m holding him, catching my breath. We’re both sweaty. His back is slick. I pull my hand away and see red…literally. He’s bleeding. What the fuck? I pull away to look at him and then move to stand up, my arms still around him. He puts both hands on my chest to push me away. I hold him closer and look over his shoulder to assess the damage.

It’s a razor thin line, less than an inch long. I take a step back and he’s pulling his shirt back on… fuck that.


“I’ve got to go.”

Brian shook his head and watched as the crimson bloomed on the back of Justin’s shirt. “What happened?”

Justin was pulling on his pants and sliding his belt through the loops. “Occupational hazard.”

“Which occupation? Last time I checked, being a go-go boy rarely leads to knife fights.”

“Knife fights? I scratched myself.”

“Between your own shoulder blades?”

“It was a misunderstanding.”

“Try again.”

Justin turned. He looked tired, and still a little shaky and Brian was almost certain that it wasn’t due to the power of his last orgasm. “Brian, it’s nothing. If you could stop treating me like an infant I might be more willing to tell you about shit like this.”

“I wasn’t aware showing concern that my partner might have been in a situation where someone was hoping to puncture his lung constituted infantilisation.”

“Yeah, well, it is.”

“Justin, I can’t help if I don’t know what we’re facing.”

We’re not facing anything. I’m just working the case.”

We’re working the case. Was it Daniel?”

“Who? Oh, right, him. No.”

“Was it his cousin, Morrison?”

Justin looked confused.

“If you had given me more than a second before you so brutally took advantage of my altered state, I would have been able to tell you what I found out about your little stalker.”

Justin sat down. “Daniel and Morrison are related?”

Brian nodded. “So who did this to you?”

Justin leaned forward, his head resting in his hands. Brian took the opportunity to sit next to him and push his shirt up, examining the wound. “It’s not deep, and it was cut clean. Let me get you a band-aid.”

Justin tried to swat his hand away but he was too tired. “Fine. So what else do we know about Morrison, or Daniel?”

“They’re connected.”

“Yeah, you said, they’re cousins.”

“No, not connected to each other.” Brian found the band-aids and antiseptic, he was walking back towards Justin. The bleeding seemed to have stopped. It had probably been reopened when they were fucking. Brian shook his head, trying to clear the image.

“This might sting.”

Justin barely flinched and didn’t make a sound. “Connected.”

“Right, as in… organized crime.”

“I’m not sure how organized he is.”

“So tell me how this happened.”

Justin retold the story to Brian.

“So you went to a party, without even letting me know where you’d be.”

“You said you’d cut the babysitting shit out.”

“And the very day I did, you come in sporting a knife wound.”

“Oh my god, you are such a drama queen. It’s not a knife wound. It’s a scratch. You covered the whole thing with a band-aid. Tomorrow I’ll just put make up on it and no one will notice.”

“It’s time to stop working at Babylon.”

“No fucking way.”

“Justin, you can’t go back there. Morrison knows something is up.”

“No. Morrison will know something is up if I disappear. He was testing me.”

“Some test.”

“Brian, I’m going home.”

Brian nodded. “I’ll drive you.”


“A cop? Fine? Not a child? Capable of walking? You almost got stabbed an hour ago, I don’t think you can remember the last time you slept through the night, I know I sure as hell can’t and the busses have stopped running. You want to go home? Fine. I’ll drive.”

“I’ll stay here.”

“Don’t sound so excited.”

“You have a cleaning service.”


“So if I bleed on my own sheets I have to clean them.”

Brian almost laughed. “C’mon princess. Bed time.”

Justin slid under the duvet. Brian’s hand rubbed down his back, feeling the bandage and gritting his teeth. Morrison, with a knife and a grudge. Not a happy combo. He tried to sleep but couldn’t. Justin was apparently having the same problem. He turned until he was facing Brian. “It’s not that big a deal.”

Brian tried to nod but knew even his non verbal affirmation was weak.

Justin hand ran down Brian’s face. “It’s part of the job. We can’t do this if you’re going to get morose every time I get hurt.”

Brian closed his eyes. Every time Justin knew the truth of it, there would be more incidents. Brian had a few small scars to show for his time on the force. He hated the idea of Justin having any. He froze.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Justin looked confused. “You told me to sleep here. I’ve given you everything I have on the case.”

“It’s not the case.”

Justin nodded. “I know. This… thing…”


“Heat, lust, whatever. It’s weird. I’m usually so finished with someone once I’ve spent as much time with them as I’ve spent with you.”

Brian grunted. “I don’t think I’ve ever spent as much time with anyone I fuck as I’ve spent with you.”

“Well, not with someone you’re not in a relationship with.”

“We’re not in a relationship.”

Justin closed his eyes and Brian knew it was not because he was tired, but because he Knew Brian was missing the point on purpose. “I know we’re not in a relationship, I mean, your last boyfriend.”

“I don’t do boyfriends.”

“They must get really frustrated if you never do them.”

Brian laughed. “Shut up, twat. You know what I mean.”


“What’s the point? Fucking, maximum pleasure, minimum bullshit.”

“Makes sense to me.”

Brian tried to ignore Justin’s hand which was currently running through his hair, caressing his face and now sliding down his arm, gently, erotically.

“So friends with benefits?”

“We’re not friends.” it came out more harshly than he’d intended. “Maybe we’re friends.”

Justin shook his head. “We’re not. We can’t be. This thing is not conducive to friendship.”

Brian wasn’t sure he agreed.

“Besides, if we’re friends, even fuck buddies, you’d still have to accept me as an adult. You have a problem with that.”

“I’m working on it.”

“No you’re not.”

“I am.”

“Really. So what the fuck would you do if you were treating me like a child?”

“Not really sure. Probably outright forbid you to go playing with guys who play with knives.”

“You’re rhyming.”

“I’m tired.”

Justin moved further down under the duvet, his face against Brian’s chest. His legs tangled with Brian’s under the covers. Justin kissed his chest. “Sleep. Maybe things will make sense in the morning.”

Brian looked down at Justin who was working his way lower under the covers. His pink lips moving across his torso. He lost sight of him completely, but always knew where he was; his lips never seemed to lose complete contact with his body.


It’s warm under the thick blanket and his body is softer than you’d imagine. He’s all hard edges when he talks. He can set up no trespassing signs with the way he holds his back straight and his arms to his sides but when he seems to melt against my lips, his stomach muscles fluttering, the signs say something very different.

It’s like a cave, dark, and hot, humid, dank, and pungent. The smell of his desire permeates. I can barely see, but by now I know my way around his body. He thinks he needs to protect me. The cut on my back really threw him. Threw me too at first, once I realized what it was. Now I know it’s just part of Morrison trying to scare me. Someone’s after him, he doesn’t know who. I know it’s me... but I wonder if I’m the only one… and then my ability to think about the case, the job, is gone.

The only thing I can think of now is a blowjob. I want to taste him. I want to feel him come. I want to hear the soft whistle of his breathing while he sleeps peacefully. I don’t think I’m going to sleep tonight.

I put a hand on either of his cheeks and pull him towards my face. I lick the underside of his cock, and then move lower, sucking his balls and feeling his cock lying against my cheek. Soft and hot. When I take him in my mouth I do it all at once, opening my throat to him. I hear him grunt, and feel him stiffen, impossibly harder in my mouth.

I taste the salty flavor of his pre-come. I’m hard too; I might come just from sucking him like this. He’s squirming a little. He wants to fuck my mouth, and I want him to. I move my hand off his hip and pull him even further into me. He gets the message and moves, slowly. I feel the muscles in his thighs flex and slide under the silk of his skin. I move my hand up his chest. His hand finds mine and he’s holding it like he needs it to survive. I know the feeling.

Whatever we’re dealing with here, the case and our dynamic, I’m just not ready to call it a relationship, whatever it is… it’s intense.

I’m enveloped by the smell, taste and feel of him. There’s no light filtering in, my other senses seem sharpened. I’m in a cocoon of desire and need and I don’t want to be anywhere else. I move my tongue around the sensitive spot under the head of his cock and then press hard on the slit. He groans and I open wide, letting him thrust deep. He does and I wrap my arms around his hips again and hold him there. Using my tongue and my throat to please him. I swallow and hum and his cock jumps in my mouth. I resist the urge to gag. He’s moving again, this time spreading his legs. I lick my fingers, stroking his cock with them, and then slide my hand between his thighs. He sighs and I slip my finger between the crack of his ass. He tenses for a moment but then pushes deeper into my throat, curling his body over mine, even while he’s on the blanket and I’m under it.

It’s darker and hotter now, his weight holding me down. My finger reaches his hole and stays there. He moves again, trying to angle for me to push it inside. I do, slowly. I feel the resistance. I’m careful but he’s pushing back on it. I slide it as deep as it will go. My other hand still in his.

I swallow around him again and feel it the moment I hit his prostate. He has my hand in a death grip, and he’s thrusting back against my finger, and then into my mouth.

There is nothing but him. Under the covers, no light, little sound, just his cock, sliding against my tongue, touching the roof of my mouth and then pushing back. My finger buried deep into him. The tight heat on my finger and the warm dark heat around me. I feel like I’ve crawled inside him. I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks, moving my finger inside him while his body responds as if we’re connected. I’m going to come.

I moan against his pubes when my nose is buried in them and he’s fucking my throat. I press hard on his prostate and he makes a noise loud enough to penetrate the layer of thick duvet and beautiful man, both of which are keeping me safe and warm. I swallow around him as he comes and his body is shaking. His hand is still in mine, and his other arm is running along whatever part of me he can find under the blanket. I come a moment later and the warm spatter of come mixes with everything else, leaving me floating like an infant in the womb. Safe, secure, innocent, untouched by life.

After he comes I stay there. My face resting on his belly, hearing his breathing slow. Feeling his body relax. I don’t want to move, and I don’t think he wants me to. He sleeps. I feel his body unclench in a way that I’ve only seen when he’s asleep.

I lay there; my head nestled on his belly, feeling safe.


Justin woke up struggling to move. Brian was half on top of him; the duvet was twisted over and around his body and Brian’s. He panicked. He was flailing, trying to move the sheets. He almost screamed. Then he was free. Brian moved off of him and pulled the duvet off of the bed entirely. The sudden chill drew goose bumps on Justin’s skin. He was shaking and he knew it.

He refused to meet Brian’s eyes, couldn’t take the concern he knew he’d see there. He walked towards the kitchen and poured himself some juice, downing it quickly.

Once he had the coffee started he turned around, glaring, challenging Brian to say anything.

Brian was in bed, smoking a cigarette and watching him. “We’ve only been asleep for a couple of hours. Come back to bed.”

Justin closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m fine. I need some coffee and then I have errands to run.”

Justin watched Brian carefully. He was tired of being treated like a child and he was tired of this little dance.

He sighed and launched himself off the kitchen counter where he’d been sitting. He moved towards the bed and took Brian’s cigarette out of his hand crushing it into the ashtray.

He stretched his body over Brian’s fitting himself against his lean torso. “Fuck me first?”

Brian pushed him back and shook his head. “Sleep first.”

“I’m not tired.”

“Yes you are.”

Justin stood up again. “Fuck you. I’m taking a shower.” He twisted his arms over his head and stretched his entire body, his back cracking. He moved his neck until it cracked a few times too. Then he smiled over his shoulder and headed towards the shower.

By the time the water was at a comfortably hot temperature Brian was standing behind him. “You play dirty.”

“I’m in the shower, that’s clean. And who says I’m playing?”

Brian’s hands stroked down Justin’s body and Justin bit his lip. If he paid too much attention to his little scratch from last night he was going to lose it. Brian, apparently, realized this and moved his hands lower. Justin was surprised when Brian’s mouth followed.

He could do little more than brace himself, hands spread against the tile when Brian’s fingers moved to spread his cheeks. The hot water slid between his crack and over his hole and then Brian’s tongue was there. He felt him licking and probing, moving slowly until neither of them could stand slow anymore. Justin spread his legs wider and Brian’s tongue was inside him, his hand between his legs, stroking his cock, cradling his balls. Justin moaned, his head back. The hot water hit him directly in the face and he knew it was the only thing keeping his body from spontaneous combustion.

Brian’s tongue stopped fucking him. He almost whimpered. He was so close. Then strong hands on his shoulders turned him around and that tongue was in his mouth. He could taste himself. He sucked Brian’s tongue, the water running between them, their cocks pressed together as Brian bent his knees to ensure the perfect angle. They came like that, Brian's arms around Justin, Justin’s hands on Brian’s ass, pressing him closer. They never said a word.

The silence continued while Brian washed Justin’s hair, and Justin washed Brian’s back. Brian tried to dry Justin off but he took the towel and moved away.

“We have to stop this.” Justin wanted to take the words back the moment he’d said them, but he knew he was right. “This is getting us nowhere.”

“It’s getting us off.”

“But we can do that with anyone.”

There was a long pause while both of them considered a fact neither really wanted to admit… they couldn’t do this with just anyone. There was something more. Justin moved forward and took the towel from Brian’s hand. He stood on his toes and pulled Brian in for a kiss. “We have to stop this.”

Brian pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and nodded. “You’re right.”

Justin felt something inside stretch to almost breaking. He took a deep breath. He’d been waiting for Brian to admit he was right. This wasn’t what he wanted to be right about. “I’m going to go. I’m working tonight so I’ll talk to you in a couple of days.”

Brian shook his head. “We can stop this. Checking in is part of the job.”


“Justin, why did you come here last night?”


“Very eloquent.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Last night, you, here, why?”

“Because I wanted to tell you what I’d found out.”

Brian shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“The truth might be novel.”

“I was scared, okay? I got scared and I didn’t want to be alone.”

“That makes sense.”

“I guess.”

“Everyone is alone, Justin. Realizing that can be fucking terrifying.”

“So we just fuck someone we know?”

“Works for me.”

Justin laughed. “I’ll bet it does.”

“Pretty sure of yourself, huh?”

“Shouldn’t I be?”

“So tonight, after your shift, check in… or better yet… quit.”

“Not time to quit yet. Soon though.”

“Did you find anything out about the high school angle?”

“That’s what I’m gonna work on tonight.”

“I’ll be there.”

“I can’t even imagine what I could say that would make you not do that.”

“And here I thought you had such a vivid imagination.”

“Even I can’t imagine you taking the advice of your partner, or anyone else for that matter.”

“I don’t want you there alone.”

“Why not?”

Brian looked like he was about to scream. He didn’t. “I’ll be there.”

“I can’t even talk to you. What possible good can come of you being there?”

“I might find someone hot suck my dick.”

“Well, there is that.” Justin finished his coffee and rinsed out the mug, putting it in the dishwasher. “I’ve got a bunch of shit to do. I’ll see you later.”


Justin closed the door behind him and breathed. He recognized that they’d settled nothing at all. He wasn’t sure what to do. He dialed a familiar number.

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