Tim let out an occasional sigh, and shuddered as he stood like a limp manikin between Johnny's legs, letting dress him. It was only as Johnny started to button Tim's Levi's that he realized that the pouch of his jockey strap was saturated. He looked up at Tim, who smiled weakly back at him and said, "You did that to me, when you held me and said that the rest was yours. I couldn't help, it I just went into overload."
Johnny stood and took Tim into his arms and kissed his forehead, caressing the back of his head.
"You little idjit. I should be upset with you. But I love you so much there is no way I could be. Damn, Timmy that was the hottest lap dance I've ever experienced, you almost made me cum in my drawers."
"You knew it was me all along didn't you. I never fooled you at all, did I?"
Johnny chuckled. "Oh, you had me fooled alright... until you pulled your pants down and showed me your birthmark."
"Crap, I forgot about that. I was so furious that you were flirting with me... I mean with a stranger - a slut - doing a lap dance on you."
"I'm sorry, Babe, I should have let you know that I knew it was you. But, damn, you are so sexy... you had me so hot - I felt like taking you right there on the floor."
"I'm sorry, Johnny. I really went too far. I'm sorry."
"Hey, I loved every moment of it. I love you, Tim." Johnny continued to hold Tim, whispering little soothing words and caressing the back of his head and neck until he calmed down completely.
When the party started breaking up, Joe whisked Tim out of the Eyrie, amid much jeering about him and Johnny not getting to sleep together the night before the ceremony. They held Johnny back, as he pretended that he was determined to go with his lover.
Tim slumped in the passenger's seat and sighed.
"Are you okay, Tim? You look depressed," Joe asked.
"That sure didn't go like I planned."
Joe chuckled. "That was quite a show you put on."
"Thanks... I guess. I'm just so embarrassed that I got carried away with it." Tim sighed.
"If you'd been doing it for someone other than Johnny, you know you wouldn't have gone so far."
"If it had been someone else, it wouldn't even have been me doing that dance," Tim said vehemently.
"You got my little bro so hot and bothered he probably won't sleep tonight just thinking about you."
"I should have kept my pants on. Johnny didn't know it was me until I dropped my Levi's."
"You do have a very distinguishing mark on that cute little butt."
Tim ignored the compliment. "I forgot about the birthmark. That's when everything got out of control. Johnny started egging me on, and I got so pissed off that he was doing that with a hired dancer, that I just went overboard."
Joe just chuckled as he mentally replayed Tim's dance.
Tim fumbled with the key getting it into the door. He stumbled into the bedroom and slumped on the edge of the king size bed, his head down with his hands dangling between his legs. Joe looked at him for a minute, and then lifted him to his feet.
"Get undressed and get into bed. Tomorrow is going to be here very soon, and you need to be fresh and spry."
"I've got to go wash up," Tim mumbled, grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and headed for the bath room. Joe undressed and got into the king sized bed. Tim cleaned himself, put on his boxers, stumbled to the bed and collapsed. Joe turned off the light.
"Good night, Joe. I'm sorry you have to be away from Dave. I guess you can blame your mother for that."
"Only for two of my favorite friends, one of them being my brother, would I do this. You know, this is the first time Dave and I have not shared a bed since the night we met."
"I know how you're feeling." Tim mumbled. He was so exhausted, he turned onto his side facing Joe across the wide expanse of the big bed, and was soon snoring. Joe lay facing Tim, feeling lonesome for his man. He admired the handsome young fellow sleeping next to him and was happy that his brother had found him, but he wasn't the least bit envious of him. He had his Dave. And as he thought about Dave, he closed his golden eyes and soon was fast asleep.
One would imagine that two hunky men sleeping in the same bed would end up snuggled together. But when Joe woke up, he was still on his side of the bed, and Tim was curled into a ball on the other. He was lightly snoring. Joe quietly got up and went into the bathroom. He did his three 'S's, slipped on one of the terry robes hanging on the back of the door, and padded into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.
The smell of the fresh coffee permeated the one bedroom apartment, waking Tim. He was usually a morning person, bright and perky. This morning, he felt like he needed eight more hours of sleep, but then he thought about what the day held for him, and he was suddenly awake and eager to meet the day.
He slipped into the bathroom, and noting that the tile was warm and wet in the shower, he assumed that Joe had already done his morning ablutions; so he took his time letting the hot spray of water fully awaken his body. After carefully shaving and brushing his teeth, he donned the remaining robe and headed for the kitchen to get some of the delicious smelling coffee. He stopped in the doorway, looking at Joe, who was sitting at the table perusing the morning paper. Joe looked up and smiled. "Good morning, brother in law."
Tim grinned. "Are you sure you and John are not identical twins?"
"No... really... I'm two years older."
"You look just like John sitting there reading the paper."
Joe just grinned. Tim got himself a big mug of coffee, poured in a quarter cup of half and half and two teaspoons of sugar while Joe watched. When Tim sat down, he looked at Joe. "What?"
Joe shook his head. "I was just noting that you like a little coffee in your cream and sugar."
"Habit. Blame it on my mother. This is the way she fixed it for me as a kid."
"So, are you ready for the big event?"
"I only have to put on that clown suit your sisters picked out for me."
"Just think of Johnny's reaction when he sees you dressed in that white tux."
"Excuse me... your little sister made it very clear that the tux isn't white... it's creme du lait," Tim said, putting on haughty airs.
Joe grimaced and grinned. "Sounds like my mother and sisters have really done a number on you."
"You don't know the half of it. If I had known that I would have to put up with what they have put me through, I would never have asked Johnny to commit to me."
"You mean he's not worth it?"
"Joe." Tim's tone was scolding. "Of course he's worth it. A hundred times over. I'm just letting off steam. But you've got to admit, when it comes to a wedding, your female family members get a little crazy."
"Hey, they're Italian, what do you expect?"
Tim shook his head and laughed. "Do you know how many times I've heard that expression in the last few months?"
Joe grinned and shrugged. "What can I say?"
At that point, Tim chimed in and repeated simultaneously with Joe, as they both held their hands up, palms out, "You're/We're Italians."
When they stopped laughing, Tim got serious. "Joe, do you think that Johnny is upset about last night? He won't have a change of heart will he?"
Joe thought about how Johnny had cared for Tim in the aftermath of the infamous dance, holding him close and quietly talking him down from the high he'd worked himself into. "Johnny loves you, Tim. You know that."
"I'm just so embarrassed. How could I have done that in front of all those men? A bunch of them were straight cops even. How can Johnny forgive me for making such a spectacle of myself?"
"Tim, listen to me. It was a bachelor party. Something like that is expected."
"Yeah, from someone that is 'paid' to do it."
"Hey, you did it for Johnny. Right?"
"Only for Johnny. After the first couple of minutes, I wasn't even aware there was anyone else there."
"So, how could he be upset by that?"
Dave and Joe had strict orders from Angie that they were to make sure that Joe and Tim did not see each other before the ceremony, and that when they arrived at the house, they were to be taken directly to the bedroom designated for each. Tim was scheduled to arrive ten minutes after Johnny, so there would be no chance meeting.
Deirdre slowed as she pulled onto the street where the Paolini's lived. She assessed the parking situation, and drove her sleek little Jag convertible into the driveway of the Paolini residence as if it had been reserved for her. No one accosted her before she slipped out of the car and straightened her low cut, slinky red dress. She looked like she would be more appropriately dressed for an evening of nightclubbing, rather than a wedding. Her lustrous bleached blonde hair was piled in loose ringlets on top of her head. She wore pendulous gold earrings set with rubies that accented her long sensuous neck, and a necklace that ended with a large, dark red stone lying just above her deep cleavage.
A parking attendant approached her. She smiled at him and dropped her car keys into her 'French pocket' - the deep cleavage below the red stone pendant. The attendant shrugged, and let her.
She balanced herself with one hand on the car door as she adjusted the heel strap on one of her three inch spiked spaghetti strap heels. As she walked into the house, she noted three plain clothes guards ogling her as they tried to be inconspicuous. She'd been here as a child and a teenager, but Johnny had never brought her to his home when he was dating her. Ushers were guiding people into the back yard. She looked around, and identified the door leading to the upstairs. She slipped through it, acting as if she lived there.
At the top of the stairs, she saw that all the doors were open except two. She listened at the first closed door. Hearing two male voices she didn't recognize, she moved on to the next one and rapped softly. Calling out softly, "Johnny, are you in here?" Not waiting for an answer, she opened the door and peered in. Yes, there was Johnny looking so magnificent, so sexy in a white Tux.
As the time crept closer, Tim drew into himself more and more. Joe started to worry."Tim, are you sure you are alright?" He asked for the umpteenth time.
Tim looked up at him. Joe looked kind of blurry. "Do you really think that Johnny is going to go through with this?" he whispered.
"Tim, Johnny is so in love with you, he'd walk through fire if you asked him to. Charley told Paul that all Johnny talked about was you while they were in Chicago on training."
"I just have this funny feeling that his past is going to catch up with him, and he's going to run."
In the bedroom two doors down the hall from Tim, Johnny was pacing the floor. Dave calmly watched him. "I know it's stupid to tell you to relax, so I won't. But I wonder if it was Tim's dance last night that's got you uptight, and now you have to look all those guys in the eye this morning?"
Johnny smiled, remembering the intimacy of dressing Tim after the lap dance. He stared out the window a moment before answering. "No, I'm so proud that Tim would forget himself like that for me. He's always so reserved. I don't give a hoot what those guys thought about it."
"So, what's got you pacing like this?"
Johnny turned, stared up at the ceiling, and then looked at Dave. "I'm scared, Dave, maybe I'm not really gay. Maybe I'll wake up one morning and realize that Tim is just an aberration, and that I really do prefer women."
As Dave started to answer, there was a light tapping on the door. A soft female voice Dave didn't recognize called out. "Johnny, are you in here?"
Johnny whirled and stared at the door. "Deirdre," he whispered. "Oh God, no."
Dave started toward it.
"Don't answer it, maybe she'll go way," Johnny said in a harsh whisper.
Dave stopped and looked at him, then at the door. The knob turned, and the door opened enough for a beautiful woman's face to peer around it.
Deirdre hesitated when she saw Dave, and then she noticed Johnny in his white tux. She ignored Dave and slithered around the door to advance on Johnny. "Oooh, aren't you gorgeous... and sexy as ever," she purred. Her tight silky dress accented her curvaceous body as she slinked across the room.
Johnny gulped, not able to take his eyes from her. She slithered up to him and pressed her body against him, as she grasped his butt cheeks and pulled him against her. "I just thought I should remind you what you're giving up, Johnny. You still have time to change your mind."
His body didn't respond to her as he had feared it would. He held his arms rigid at his sides and thought about Tim. "Get out of here, Deirdre, I don't need any reminders. I know what I want, and it isn't you."
"You can't fool me. I can feel how you respond to me." She ran her hand over his crotch, expecting to feel his hardon. She looked up at him and smiled. "You could never resist me, Johnny. Come on, Big Guy, show me how much I turn you on."
"You don't, Deirdre, so why don't you stop acting like a slut."
"Maybe you're just a little out of practice. You need a little more stimulation." She grabbed his hand, attempting to put it on her ample, nearly bare breast.
He refused, but he could feel himself getting turned on, and it angered him. He closed his eyes and envisioned Tim naked. No... that thought was 'really' turning him on, and she'd think it was her manipulations doing it. He imagined ninety year old Mrs. McGreevey, down the street, naked, her body all one big mass of dry wrinkles. That was working. Then he imagined Deirdre looking the same. Yes, that worked.
Dave took the woman's arm in an attempt to pull her away from Johnny. She turned and slapped him. "Get your filthy faggot hands off of me," she snarled.
When she let go of Johnny and turned on Dave, Johnny grabbed her arms from behind and started toward the door with her. Deirdre started shrieking profanities at him and all the perverts in the world.
Angie, hearing the commotion, ran into the room. She assessed the situation, and took Deirdre's arm to lead her out of the room. "Who invited you to this party?"
"I didn't need an invitation. Johnny is making a huge mistake, and I came to straighten him out."
The slap had stunned Dave. It took a moment for him to collect his senses. He pulled out his little communicator and pushed the panic button. Charley and two other personal guards came running into the room almost immediately.
"I don't believe anyone is really checking credentials at the door. This woman crashed the party. I want her removed from the premises immediately with charges of trespassing brought against her."
"Aaah....Dave," Johnny interrupted, "I don't think you want to go that far. Her father is one of the guests of honor. He's the Police Chief. Let's just let him take care of her."
Dave looked surprised. "This...." he looked Deirdre up and down. "This...this... 'slut' is the daughter of our Chief of Police?"
"Fuck you, Faggot," Deirdre spat at him.
Dave who was very rarely spiteful, smiled at her. "Never in a million years, Sweetheart."
Deirdre's face contorted in rage. Dave ignored her and turned his back to her, to pay attention to what his guards and Johnny were doing.
Johnny turned to Charley. "As discretely as possible, go find the Chief and ask him to please come up here."
"Sure, Johnny." Charley said, and hurried from the room.
"You bastard," Deirdre screamed at him. "You would get my father involved."
"For your information, Dear," Angie said, "my son is hardly a bastard, being as how my husband and I had been married at least six years when he was born, and he has two older siblings."
"Oh, buzz off, you ol' bat."
Johnny backhanded her. "You will show respect for my mother," he growled.
Deirdre brought her hand up to touch her reddened cheek. "You'll pay for that, you cocksucking asshole."
Angie, who hadn't let go of her arm, slapped her other cheek. "You will not use that kind of language in my house. Come, we will go to your father now."
"Let go of me, you old battleaxe," Deirdre screamed.
Her father rushed through the door at that moment. "Deirdre!" he bellowed. "You mind your manners. Apologize to Mrs. Paolini."
Deirdre froze. The only man in the world that she feared, was her father.
When Tim heard the commotion in the next bedroom, he popped off the chair on which he'd collapsed a few minutes before. "I knew something would go wrong," he yelled as he ran out the door. Joe wasn't quick enough to stop him.
Tim burst into the room just in time to hear Deirdre say, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Paolini, but he wouldn't be doing this if he hadn't been seduced by that faggot he calls his boyfriend."
Tim froze, feeling every eye in the room turn to look at him. He blanched, and looked at Johnny with an expression of sympathy and apology before he turned and fled from the room.
Johnny felt sick to his stomach, fury at Deirdre, embarrassment to be caught in such a situation by his ex-boss, and remorse that he'd just stood there and let Tim run.
Chief Wilson was a man of action, and quick to make snap decisions. He pulled out his communicator and told the officers on the street to apprehend the man dressed in a white tux and return him to the house. He turned to Johnny and said, "So, get your butt downstairs and straighten things out with that young man." Johnny saluted, and ran from the room. Chief Wilson took Deirdre's arm to lead her from the room. "What in hell are you doing here, Dee? I know for a fact that the invitation was addressed only to your mother and me. You are an incorrigible wench. You get in your car and leave the area immediately. You hear me?"
Angie, walking ahead of the Chief, suggested that it might be more fitting if she attended the ceremony. The Chief agreed, and led her into the back yard to sit between him and her mother.
Angie hurried down the stairs and caught Johnny just as he was heading out the front door. "You get yourself pulled together," she said, straightening his jacket and patting him on the arm. "This ceremony is due to start in less than five minutes. I'll take care of Timmy."
Johnny smiled at the name that only he used in addressing Tim. He knew she was telling him everything would be okay. Plus, he dared not disobey his mother, even if he was twenty eight, and an ex police detective.
Tim managed to get half way down the block before a patrol car pulled up, and two big burly officers stepped out of the car. One stepped onto the sidewalk and waited for Tim to approach him. Tim stopped a few feet from him, staring belligerently into his eyes.
"Sir, you are not under arrest, but the Chief of Police has requested that we return you to the house," the cop informed him.
Tim pursed his lips and looked down, then back up at him. "Well, if I'm not under arrest, what's to stop me from continuing in the direction I was going?" he calmly asked.
"I'm sure that we could come up with some charge, if you insist."'
Tim looked at the ground, then raised his head and studied the neighborhood, and the sky above as he thought. He could still hear that horrid woman's voice accusing him of having seduced Johnny. He'd never been called a faggot before, and it had stung him to his core. He thought about the desperate look in Johnny's eyes. Johnny hadn't even called out for him as he'd fled.
Tim looked at the young cop and shook his head. "I'm sorry, you'll have to arrest me. I can't go back in there."
The cop made a small pained grimace. "Tim, the detective loves you. Why are you doing this?"
"How do you know my name? And how do you know what the detective feels?"
"Excuse me... but you are famous within the police force."
"How so?" Tim asked.
"You're the one that caught the heart of the elusive Detective Johnny Paolini."
"Right. I'm the one... the faggot... that seduced the famous detective. But I think he's changed his mind, Officer, so go ahead and arrest me. I am not going to be further humiliated by going back in that house."
"I'm sorry, but you will, even if we have to hog tie you and carry you in. We have our orders."
The other patrolman had been waiting beside the car. When he heard his partner raise his voice, he strode over to them. Tim looked at him, and back to the other cop, then he held out his wrists. The cop shook his head, and looked at his partner with a big grin. Without speaking a word, they each grabbed one of Tim's arm's, and marched him back to the house.