Mahu Omnibus by Neil Plakcy

Author:Neil Plakcy [Plakcy, Neil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, detective, erotic, omnibus, gay, adult
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Secrets

Mike insisted on paying the bill. "The fire department can get this one, and the police department can get the next one, all right?" I doubted he'd actually expense the meal — though we'd talked about the case, I couldn't see him explaining to his chief that he'd had dinner at a romantic Italian restaurant with the only gay cop on the Honolulu police force — or at least the only openly gay one.

My apartment was a half-dozen blocks away, but we drove over in his truck. "The tapes are right behind the seat," he said, as he began to parallel park in front of my building.

I twisted around to get them and felt waves of pain surging through my back. "Shit." I thought I whispered but he heard.

"What's the matter?"

"I've got a little burn on my back. I tried to go surfing this morning and ever since I get these wicked twinges."

He slotted the truck neatly in place. "I've got some cream you can use. It's one of the necessities of life as a fire fighter."

He got the cream from the case in the truck bed, and we climbed the stairs to my apartment. "And you complain about the way my truck looks," he said as we walked in.

I had to admit the place looked pretty bad, even by my standards. It's just one big room, with a kitchenette, though I have this Japanese-style screen I built from broken-down surfboards that separates the bedroom area from the rest of the room. I usually throw dirty clothes onto it. I hadn't made the bed in the morning, nor had I gone through on one of my weekly binges where I put all the sports equipment away neatly. There were piles of books on the floor and a messy stack of newspapers by the front door, waiting for recycling. At least the kitchen was pretty clean; I try never to go to sleep with dirty dishes in the sink.

He walked over to look at my garbage can. "No fast food wrappers," he said. "That's a good sign."

A good sign of what, I wanted to ask. I was losing my patience again, feeling tired. Oh, I still wanted to get into his pants, and I was getting increasingly confident that he wanted to get into mine as well. But it didn't have to be that night.

I flipped on the TV and the VCR and slotted the first tape into the drive. He sat on my sofa with a proprietary air and I decided it was time to shift the balance of power a little. "How do you tell when a fireman is dead?" I asked.

He looked at me. "The remote control slips from his hand. That's the oldest joke in the book."

"Sometimes the old ones are still funny," I said. As the first news credits started to roll I sat next to him. Close, so that our thighs were barely touching. He didn't say anything, but he didn't move away either.

We watched

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