That night,the house was quiet as Eddie lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing with the things he needed to do in the morning. The list kept running through his head even though he had written everything down. His mind just refused to shut off, and it was driving him crazy.
Movement in the house pulled him out of his thoughts. He figured it was Marty going to use the bathroom. Still, he closed his eyes and was almost instantly transported back to a time when those footsteps had meant something much more. They had been visiting his parents back when they were in school, and those footsteps had meant that Marty was approaching his room to slide into his bed with him. Eddie knew those days were over and he didn’t have any right to those kinds of thoughts, and yet the footsteps had grown close, but they’d stopped.
His police instincts told him that Marty was just outside his door. He could almost see him there, and he could damned well feel his presence. Yet he didn’t dare move in case he broke whatever spell seemed to have drawn Marty to him. Eddie wanted this badly. He wanted the chance to make up for everything he had done wrong in the past.
A soft creak outside his doorway drew his attention. That could only be Marty. Maybe he should just get up and go to him. But there was no need. Another soft creak of the wooden floor and Marty stood in the doorway, his familiar form outlined in the glow of the nightlight from the bathroom. He could almost see Marty biting that lower lip, wondering if this was okay. But he didn’t say a word. He just stood there, so Eddie lifted the covers, and Marty came forward, sliding into the bed and right into Eddie’s arms.
Years of separation seemed to disappear. This was Marty, and he knew this body. He knew exactly what he liked and how to make him shake with desire. At this moment, the quicksand that he and Marty had talked about always being present was gone. There was none of that here, only solid ground and a pair of lips that tasted just like his memories.
“Eddie, I…,” Marty whispered. “I didn’t know if you wanted this anymore.” The words were so simple and yet layered with meaning.I don’t know if you find me attractive anymore… Idon’t know if you… love me anymore.All of that was packed into that simple sentence, and all Eddie could do was tug Marty tighter, kiss him harder, and proceed to show him just how he did feel.
His skin felt like it was on fire. Eddie wanted everything all at once. He needed to make up for years of separation that should never have been. And yet without that time apart, they wouldn’t have this moment, their chance to come together again.
The energy between them was almost palpable. He felt it every time Marty touched him as he pressed him into the mattress and looked into his eyes. There was just enough light for him to see them, for their glisten to tell him everything he needed to know at that moment. He gently caressed his cheeks before kissing him once more as he slipped away the single cotton barrier that stood between them.
“I’ve missed you and dreamed of you,” Eddie admitted as their bodies slid past each other with nothing in between. Hips rolled, and they rocked, unable to stop themselves. It was just too much for Eddie to hold back, yet he wanted to. Desire and memories pushed him forward. He needed all of this again, the promise of what they had, but more urgently, the ecstasy he never thought he would feel again. Eddie was so filled with anticipation that things were going to be over before they started.
“Eddie,” Marty said, and before he could stop it, Marty rolled them on the bed. Now their view shifted. Marty’s eyes grew darker and more intense as he slid down Eddie’s body. He could feel that gaze burning into him. And damn, he quivered with the excitement that look offered. And as Marty ran his fingers over his chest and down his belly, Eddie closed his eyes and soaked into the sensation, only to gasp as Marty slid his lips over his length, sucking him deep and hard.
“So good,” he managed to groan before Marty took away his power of speech. He stretched and pressed his hips upward as Marty took all of him, his head bobbing. He had always been so good at this, and it seemed he hadn’t lost his touch. Sweat broke out all over, and Eddie groaned, his legs shaking as the intensity of it all threatened to carry him away. “I….” He couldn’t finish his thought as Marty backed away, met his gaze, and then kissed him before damn near swallowing his cock once more.
Holy hell, this was what he had been missing all these years. The kind of passion and excitement that rolled his eyes to the back of his head and left him gasping for air. This was what he had given up to follow a dream that had come crashing down around him. What the hell had he been thinking? And….
“God…,” Eddie moaned as energy he could no longer control took over. “Marty…,” he whimpered as he tried to give warning, but Marty increased his suction, sending Eddie’s excitement past the point of no return. All he could do was groan and clamp his eyes closed as his ecstasy built until he could no longer contain it. His release threatened to overpower him, but Marty stayed with him the entire time, taking all Eddie had to give. Then, once he was spent, Eddie lay back on the bedding, and Marty smiled and rested his head on his shoulder.
Eddie wokethe following morning to Marty’s arms around him and Marty in his covers burrito with Eddie barely covered at all. Not that it was a surprise. Marty was sound asleep, which made Eddie smile, because after a short rest, he had given as good as Marty, and they both had fallen asleep completely sated. That was one way to stop his mind from running in circles.
A knock on the door pulled Eddie completely awake. He got up and pulled on his robe before going to find out what was happening.
“Aren’t you up yet?” Brian asked as he strode inside, pressing a cup of coffee into Eddie hand. “We have a lot to do.”
“Okay. Yeah… give me a minute.” He went back to his room and dressed as quietly as he could. Thankfully, Marty slept like the dead. Once Eddie had his uniform on, he grabbed his shoes and socks, closed the bedroom door, and carried them out, sitting in a chair to put them on. “Did more information come in?”
“Yeah. You hit it on the head. There was nothing fresh on the chair arms, but we got a hit on the baseball. Fresh DNA that doesn’t belong to our victim. We aren’t sure how it got on the ball yet, but it’s saliva and mucus.”
Eddie chuckled. “The guy sneezed on it. He must have had a similar reaction to mine in that building. Does the DNA match anyone?”
“No. We don’t have a match, but if we get a suspect, we have something to match them to.”
Eddie finished getting his shoes on as Marty came out, wrapped in Eddie’s dark blue robe.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Nothing right now. We need to get to the station to review the evidence. You work from home as best you can, keep the doors locked, and call if you need anything. I’ll come by and pick you up before lunch.” Eddie kissed him and then followed Brian out to the squad car.
“I take it things between you and Marty have rekindled,” Brian said once they were in the car and pulling on their seat belts. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“Pot… kettle… black,” Eddie said with a smirk.
“Okay. Point taken. But you don’t know how much Marty is involved with all of this. Granted, it isn’t likely.”
“Come on. He’s been helping us, and I know him. Marty would never be part of or condone this kind of activity, and youknow it. So stop giving me a hard time.” He rolled his eyes, and Brian grinned. “Sometimes you can be a real pain in the ass.”
“Yeah, and so can you.” He pulled out of the drive, and they headed to the station, where Brian had laid out everything they had recovered or found so far, but as Eddie looked it over, nothing stuck out to him. “What we need is the guy who was following Marty. He’s the most likely murder suspect, but how do we find him?”
“I keep wondering that myself. Marty saw him twice, and we’ve run his description through a number of databases, but we either get too many hits on the description or the DNA doesn’t match. It’s possible that the DNA isn’t for our suspect, but what else do we have?”
Brian nodded. “What we need to do is follow the money. We have to meet Vicky and see what she can tell us.”
